Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 96: What’s Actually on Her Mind?

The one they brought was already past the juvenile stage of a Geysermire Crab, though it wasn’t large enough to produce geysers yet. Even so, its size was still massive, at least twice that of an adult man.

"Hm, I don’t think this will be enough for fifty people," Gideon said, glancing at the group.

There were already about fifteen Freebound members alone.

"It’s fine," Delilah replied calmly. "We can make soup. Just shred the meat and stretch it out."

She then turned to Kilian. "Do we have a pot big enough to boil this?"

There it was again.

She clearly had no intention of speaking to Gideon. Even though it was his house, she chose to ask someone else instead.

"I can provide a pot as big as that," Gideon said.

But before he could even open the Infinity Store, Delilah had already answered.

"No need."

She turned to the residents and gave orders without hesitation. "Split into two groups. One group handles the crab. The other takes the biggest pot inside the house."

The residents and Freebound members nodded immediately and moved into action.

A smaller group headed toward Gideon’s house, while the rest began cutting the Geysermire Crab into manageable pieces.

No one questioned her authority.

They simply followed her instructions, because everyone already knew the value of Delilah’s cooking.

Her skill wasn’t just praised, it was essential. Most aberrant meat tasted terrible if it wasn’t prepared properly, whether it was meat, leaves, or any part of the creature.

In a world like this, someone who could turn that into something edible, even delicious, was incredibly rare. Food wasn’t just survival anymore, it was a luxury.

Meanwhile, Gideon stood there, watching her. He wanted to ask what had changed, but Delilah had already walked off to assist with the crab, not even sparing him a glance.

"Huh?"

"Oof... did you make her angry?" Kilian asked, stepping beside him.

Gideon turned, raising a brow. "What? No. I don’t even know why she’s acting like this. We were fine yesterday."

Kilian crossed his arms, giving him a long, judgmental look. "Didn’t you take Freya, her sick daughter, to a motel in Climber Rift without telling her first?"

"Well... yeah. But she was still scolding me yesterday. Then this morning, she changed. She won’t even look at me now. So I don’t think it’s just that."

Kilian let out a deep sigh and placed a hand on Gideon’s shoulder.

"Oh, brother... This is why being handsome, muscular, strong, rich, and owning territory still isn’t enough."

Gideon chuckled. "Yeah, that’s bullshit. Women just want money or a handsome face with good skills in bed. That’s what matters, right?"

Kilian turned toward Delilah as he followed her, then spoke while glancing back at Gideon.

"Look at her. Beautiful face, sharp mind, great body, strong enough to survive in a post-apocalyptic world... and let me remind you, she has money too."

He then turned fully to Gideon. "So what makes you think she needs your money and face, huh?"

Gideon hated to admit it, but the man had a point.

"This has nothing to do with that."

Kilian rolled his eyes. "Be more sensitive. You keep apologizing, but you don’t do anything to prove you’ll change. Nothing. Women hate that."

"Who are you, some kind of woman whisperer?" Gideon chuckled, clearly unconvinced.

"Hey, look at my wife, then look at me. Do you think I had a chance with her?"

Kilian wasn’t wrong. He looked average at best, curly brown hair, tan skin, dark eyes, not particularly tall, though still muscular. Nothing about him stood out.

Meanwhile, Kanna was smart, professional, and naturally attractive. Petite, neat, and composed in a way that made her stand out immediately.

They were completely unbalanced on paper.

"Well... maybe you’re funny?"

Gideon answered casually, making Kilian stare at him in disbelief.

"I mean, I am," Kilian shot back, "but that’s not the point. Women want men who are responsible and take accountability."

He paused, then added more seriously, "But I still stand by what I said. You need to change. Or at least face Delilah properly and tell her you want her daughter like a man."

He tapped Gideon’s shoulder before walking off to help the residents.

Gideon watched him go, his expression turning more thoughtful.

He wanted to do that.

But the problem was, he didn’t just want Freya. He wanted Summer... and Delilah too. He wanted everything. He knew he was greedy.

And this wasn’t just about getting a mother’s approval.

He didn’t want to destroy their relationship. The three of them only had each other.

If Delilah disapproved, Summer and Freya might still choose him. They were adults. They could decide for themselves.

But it would break Delilah, and whatever bond they still had as a family would be damaged beyond repair.

He didn’t want that. So he had to be careful.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Let’s just... give her a room first."

With that, he turned away and went to help light the fire.

What Gideon didn’t realize was that the moment he turned his back, Delilah had been watching him. A faint blush crept onto her face before she quickly looked away.

Because the truth was... she had seen everything.

Something she never should have seen. And now she can’t forget it.

It didn’t just replay in her mind. It lingered and stayed. It returned at the worst moment. Even when she tried to focus, it slipped back in. Even when she closed her eyes, it was there.

She had seen her daughters have threesome with Gideon.

She hated it.

But what she hated even more... was herself.

Because she wasn’t angry at him. She wasn’t furious. She didn’t feel the urge to storm in and drag them apart.

She didn’t even think about stopping it when she first saw it.

Delilah’s focus was solely on Gideon. His muscular build, the way he manhandled her daughters.

His thick cock that was inside his daughter’s pussy and the way he degraded them but they still begged to be ruined.

It wakes something in her that she never thought she ever felt again after the death of her husband.

Delilah wanted Gideon too.

She shook her head fast and submerged her face into the container filled with liquid from the aberrant parts she had just separated from the Geysermire Crab, making everyone around her panic.

"Mrs. Miller, are you okay?"

"If you’re tired, you can go back. We can take care of this."

But Delilah didn’t answer. She just wanted to disappear from this world because of how shameful she felt.

’No... I-I should have lectured them about unprotected sex! I should have been angry! Yes... yes... I’ll ask Jade and Elaine about this! They need to reprimand him too!’

She forced herself to settle on that thought, then slowly lifted her face and continued cutting the crab’s body.