Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 57: Impatient Lady

When Gideon went downstairs, the living room was empty. He turned toward the kitchen instead and found Delilah and her daughters preparing Glowbat meat, Geysermire cuts, and sautéed Pod vines.

The warm smell of cooked protein filled the air.

The moment Summer saw him, her eyes widened. Surprise quickly turned into relief and excitement as she rushed toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Freya told me what happened! Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re alive! Why are you always so reckless like that?" she scolded, though the relief in her voice was obvious.

Gideon chuckled.

Summer had been asleep when he returned earlier. She did not even stir despite the noise of the travelers setting up tents near the house.

Just like Delilah, once they fell asleep, nothing could wake them except the blaring military emergency alarm that could jolt them upright in a second.

Probably trauma.

"I’m fine, Summer. I’m that strong, remember?" he teased lightly. "You used me as bait once. You should know my limits by now."

She pouted immediately. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry about that. I just wanted to flex my skill!" She groaned and narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you want me to be the bait next time?"

"Sure. Next time, you’re the bait."

She pouted harder, but then laughed and rested her forehead against his chest, still holding him close.

Then she leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"I kind of wish Mom wasn’t here so we could continue without worrying about a threesome," she whispered teasingly. "But no, tonight is my turn. So you better surprise me."

Her tone was playful, but there was a clear challenge beneath it.

Gideon swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving noticeably. His mind immediately began spinning through possibilities, already thinking ahead.

’Interesting.’ He looked down at her, a slow grin forming. ’Maid and master cosplay with soft BDSM will be fun.’

Delilah’s pointed throat-clearing made both of them jump. They finally remembered they were not alone.

"Summer, bring this to the front." Delilah handed her a heavy tray filled with raw satay skewers and neatly sliced meat prepared for barbecue.

"And you, Gideon, clean this up and cut it into smaller pieces. Now."

"But I thought everyone was waiting for me?" He tilted his head.

"You’re the hero, aren’t you? Then help us here too." She placed her hands on her waist and looked at him firmly.

Gideon rubbed the back of his head, knowing very well this was some kind of punishment. "Alright. Just this batch."

"Yes. Just this batch." She removed her apron and walked toward the door. "I’ll check on the party with Summer for a while. Don’t. Try. To. Do. Anything. Stupid."

She gave both of them a warning glare before leaving. Summer followed behind her, groaning softly while carrying the heavy tray.

Gideon turned to the sink and began washing the Glowbat meat. The water turned slightly slimy as he rubbed it clean before draining it away.

Freya, who had been peeling the vines off the Root Pod, slowly moved closer until she was standing right beside him.

"What were you talking about with Summer?" Her eyes narrowed.

He turned to her with a grin. "Sex. What else?"

She was not shocked, but jealousy flashed across her face. "Hmph. I can’t believe it. Just because today is her turn."

Gideon chuckled. It was almost cute how the two sisters agreed to share him yet still got jealous over the smallest things.

"Well," Freya said softly, biting her lower lip as a faint blush spread across her cheeks, "since it isn’t her time yet... I can still kiss you, right?"

"I guess that’s fine," he replied. "But are you sure? You know I won’t be satisfied with just a kiss. It will escalate."

His hand continued squeezing the Glowbat meat under the running water as he waited for her answer.

She washed her hands quickly, then turned to him, eyes burning. "Okay. Let’s do it now. Right here."

He raised a brow. "Really? What if your mother comes back? Or Summer?"

"I don’t care. Let them see." She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I can’t stand the thought of you fucked with my sister upstairs while I wait."

He blinked, then glanced toward the doorway. Laughter and singing echoed faintly from outside.

Killian and the others had started using the karaoke machine he once bought because Summer wanted it as her daily gift.

He could even hear Summer’s voice in the background singing together, followed by Delilah’s laughter.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

He gently pulled Freya back and lifted her chin. Her eyes were already heavy with desire.

"Is it really that good? Is that why both of you keep wanting me?"

She nodded without hesitation. "It is. Just thinking about it makes my pussy tremble."

Gideon’s last shred of patience snapped as he pulled her in and kissed her hard.

He sucked on her plump lips, rough enough to make her gasp.

"Mhhmm... hnnn..."

Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers tightening in his hair as she rose onto her toes to deepen the kiss. She sucked on his lips back just as eagerly, parting her mouth and inviting his tongue inside.

Gideon slid his tongue in without hesitation, licking along her teeth before tangling with her tongue.

The kiss turned messy fast, wet, and heated. Their saliva mixed and spilled from the corners of their mouths, trailing down their chins as neither of them bothered to slow down.

Gideon lowered one hand and cupped her breast, squeezing it firmly this time.

She jolted.

"Ahhhnn, Gideon~"

Her body arched against him. He moved his leg forward and pressed his thigh between her legs, rubbing against her clothed crotch. Even through the denim, he could feel the damp warmth soaking through.

Her moans grew louder. "Mhh... ahh... ngh..."

When they finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva still connected their mouths before snapping.

Freya’s breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling quickly, but the hunger in her eyes had only grown darker.

"We haven’t even started," he said, voice low and amused. "You’re already soaking your jeans?"

She frowned, flushed, and shameless at the same time. "Don’t say it like that... I can’t help it. My body reacts when you touch me."

His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately.

"You really know how to make me lose control." His thumb brushed over her lower lip. "Don’t worry. Even if we end up fucking in this kitchen, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second."

He stepped closer, forcing her back until her hips touched the counter.

"But first," he murmured near her ear, "you can kneel and give me a blowjob. Yeah?"