Bab 28: I will have you help me

"What the hell..." Daria uttered in shock, her eyes opening wide as her forehead covered in sweat.

She stayed in the same position that she ended up in after the attack. And she simply continued to stand in place, staring down at the small amount of rubble she turned a school desk into.

Daria then raised her head and looked directly at Mathew's face.

"What did you do?" her lips trembled when she voiced her question in a low voice.

Her eyes widened even further than before. The small blush of shame that she so desperately tried to hide away has now disappeared.

'She knew it's not something she should be able to do,' Mathew thought, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the end, he didn't know how good donating a single level would be. The change could very well be super small, nowhere near enough to let the delicate hand of the girl split the hard wood of the desk in half.

In a sense, it was a gamble. A gamble of whether or not a system's level could bring forth a noticeable change.

'From the looks of it, my gamble paid off,' Mathew thought, his lips twitching a little.

"I doubt you read enough novels to understand the concept of a system," Mathew said. He then shook his head. "To make it easy for you to understand, you can just assume that I can periodically make my wives stronger," he explained.

"I know what systems are!" Leila happily reported, eager to prove her use.

"Wait for a second." Daria finally moved her body, raising her hand up like an obedient student in a class.

The thing was...

If a student were to sit completely naked, flashing their charms all over the place, hardly any teacher would pay them any attention! They would be too busy freaking out and calling for the principal and maybe even the police!

"Wasn't Leila supposed to be your new wife?" Daria pointed out, showcasing how surprisingly calm her mind was. "What's going on?!" she cried out, quickly proving that it wasn't necessarily the case.

"Apparently..." Mathew muttered, turning his eyes away. "My system classified both of you as my second wife," he admitted, averting his eyes even further.

"What the hell does that mean?!" Daria shouted out, clearly carrying not about potentially attracting zombies towards this place.

Mathew cleared out the corridor from all the stragglers, sure, but that didn't mean zombies couldn't access this place again.

After all, the very reason why Mathew risked his life to get to this part of the compound was to reach a floor with its staircase still intact!

"I know that you are troubled, but isn't it better than to just leave your fate in the hands of the zombies?" Mathew asked, moving his eyes from Leila over at Daria's face.

"I don't recall leaving my fate to zombies," Daria countered, tightening her fists.

'Is she considering attacking me?' Mathew thought, taking such a possibility into the equation.

The girl just received a power-up. And from the state of her mind displayed by the system, all of her nudity displaying act was nothing more but a desperate attempt to gain his protection!

'It wouldn't be surprising at all,' Mathew summed up his chances. "Tell me, then," Mathew said out loud, raising his eyes on Daria's face. "Where would you get food to survive past the next few days?"

Ultimately, survival boiled down to exactly the same needs that their cavemen ancestors were troubled with.

One could last only a few days without food. Without water, even less. And once the entire logistic chain that supplied the world would go down as one of the first victims of the apocalypse, procuring for those simple needs turned into a massive challenge for modern people.

"I..." Daria attempted to speak up, only for her voice to end up stuck in her throat.

'She has no answer,' Mathew noticed, keeping his face as still as possible. There was no need to let the girl know that he realized that.

"We would somehow manage." Leila stood up and proclaimed. Her face was full of determination, her eyes sharply gazing down at Mathew.

"What are you, a teacher, to stare at me like that?" Mathew asked. He then shook his head and lowered his eyes; his hand found refugee on his hips. "I know that between the apocalypse, zombies, and the situation right now, this is extremely confusing to you."

For a moment, pity flashed in Mathew's eyes.

"But it's all our new reality," Leila suddenly claimed, the doubt long gone from her eyes. "By hiding in that shed, we tried to cover in fear, we hoped..." the girl hesitated before averting her eyes. "We hoped someone would come to save us."

Leila took a step forward and raised her hands to the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers quickly solved the puzzle, leaving more and more of her impressive cleavage open.

"I don't really know how you can make us stronger. I know what a system means..." Leila stopped for a moment. She turned her head away, hiding her blush. "But I can't really accept that something like this can exist," the girl said, raising her eyes back at Mathew.

And so her march resumed. And for every step she made, Leila took her shirt lower, to the point when she stood right in front of Mathew, she had nothing but her bra on.

"This is no longer necessary," Mathew took a step back.

Now that he figured out the system a bit, he really wanted to take it easy for a while, especially with two so clearly willing girls...

But the roars of the monsters, the roars that Mathew continued to stubbornly ignore...

They were getting stronger.

'I can feel the entire building vibrate,' Mathew realized when he took a moment to breathe.

"I'm willing to pay the price of protection," Leila said, reaching with her hands to her back as she grabbed the ends of her bra and released the hook.

"No," Mathew shook his head. He kept his eyes clear from wandering towards the surely glorious sight below, hooking them in Leila's pupils instead. "What we need to do, right now, is to defeat the monsters at the bottom floor," he stated, using this notion to kill all the lust born in his body.

"You surely can spare a few moments to let us help you relax," Leila hummed, taking a step forward and throwing her arms around Mathew's neck. Her naked breasts flattened against the young man's chest, the sense of enticing warmth assaulting his mind.

"Actually, we can't," Mathew shook his head before grabbing Leila's shoulders and pushing her away. "Once we ensure this building won't collapse on our heads, we can think about it," he added, taking a step back and turning around.

"And now that I know I can raise your strength, I will have you help me with that task!"