Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 80: [-R18] A Pubic Accident

Gideon and Freya finally arrived at the "hospital," with Freya carried like a princess in his arms. He had deliberately chosen an extremely tight pair of trousers for her. Worse, the alternative had been a short skirt without panties.

Of course, Freya had protested, calling him a jerk and several other names. That only made Gideon’s sadistic side worse as he blatantly said,

"Okay then, I will leave you here naked on your own if you don’t want to choose."

He stood there casually, already dressed in a new shirt and pants, a robe draped perfectly over his shoulders.

Freya bit her lip and finally chose what she thought was the lesser of two evils. It turned out to be a nightmare. Every time she moved, the tight cloth pressed against the plug inside her, pushing it deeper and hitting the sensitive spot that made her shudder.

It was hell, especially when they had to go down the stairs.

She held onto the railing, her feet trembling like a newborn sheep trying to keep its balance. Every time she stepped down, a soft moan slipped from her lips. Her pussy twitched uncontrollably, yet she could not climax. It was the worst feeling imaginable.

To make things worse, Gideon’s semen kept shifting inside her womb. She was terrified it might leak out and make her wet herself again.

"You need help?" Gideon asked with an annoying grin.

Freya snapped her head toward him. "No! You jerk, don’t talk to me anymore!" she said stubbornly.

He simply shrugged. "Alright then. Let’s see how much longer you can stand. We have all the time in the world anyway."

She froze for a moment, realizing he was right. They were not in a hurry, but to her it felt like an eternity.

Still, step by shaky step, Freya eventually reached the final stair and set her foot on the ground. She sighed in relief.

Holding in so much cum was no joke. Her body felt incredibly horny, her nipples clearly visible through the tight shirt. Thankfully the robe covering her body hid most of it, just like Gideon’s.

"Oh? You finally did it. Nice."

Gideon was already leaning against the wall, casually eating an aberrant meat skewer. The smell made Freya’s stomach rumble.

She had not eaten anything since morning.

Even so, her pride refused to let her say anything. She could just buy food herself. As that thought crossed her mind, she suddenly realized her money was still in the truck.

’I’m fucked,’ she thought.

"Oh? Why don’t I give you a present?"

Gideon’s words made her ears perk up. For a moment she imagined it was food.

But when she lifted her head, she saw a small controller in his hand. A very familiar one.

"Gideon, no! AHH!"

Freya’s entire body tensed as she shouted. The plug suddenly vibrated violently inside her pussy, stimulating every nerve as a powerful wave of pleasure crashed through her body.

She immediately started squirting, the liquid splattering onto the ground. Her body went limp and she collapsed, her vision fading to black as the intense climax she had been desperately holding back finally burst out.

"Look, Mom, she’s wetting herself!"

A little girl pointed at her, drawing attention from everyone nearby. In an instant, Freya became the center of attention. Some people looked worried, others curious, and a few clearly disgusted.

But Freya could not hear them or understand what was happening around her.

All she could feel was pleasure. She kept cumming and moaning, one hand gripping the railing while her head hung low, hiding her flushed face twisted in ecstasy.

Gideon moved quickly. He took off his robe and wrapped it around her, shielding her body before turning to the people nearby.

"Don’t worry. She’s just very, very sick and couldn’t hold it in," he said.

The explanation was accepted surprisingly easily. The onlookers quickly returned to their own business.

He crouched in front of her and said, "You really can’t do anything without me, can you?"

Freya’s voice shook. "You pervert!" Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Take responsibility!"

"What do you think I’m going to do now?" he asked with a grin.

He removed her robe and replaced it with his own, then pulled out a new one he had bought from the system and wrapped it around her waist to cover the wet area before lifting her again and carrying her toward the hospital.

And now they were here, being awkwardly welcomed by one of the nurses.

"What’s wrong with her?" the nurse asked.

Freya’s body was still trembling in his arms. She buried her face in embarrassment and muttered something under her breath toward Gideon.

He just laughed. "She just couldn’t hold her pants, so..."

Before he could finish, Freya punched his jaw.

"I-I’m not! Just lend me a clean cloth and a place to rest!" she said quickly.

"You heard her." Gideon shrugged and slowly lowered her to her feet.

She let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his arm as she tried to walk properly. She could still feel the aftershocks of her climax, making her pussy twitch again. The new robe was wrapped tightly around her waist, but even that was beginning to get damp.

"Alright, come with me, Freya." The nurse smiled gently and led her away.

Freya could only groan softly, her face red as a tomato and close to tears from the embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Gideon waved casually at her as she left, which earned him a sharp glare.

He chuckled. His mood was so good that he even started humming as he walked toward the administration desk.

It was simple. A long table stood at the front with two chairs behind it. A large banner hung on the wall above, full of small holes, with the words written across it.

"Rift Hospital."

The place was much smaller than the hospitals Gideon had known in his old world. Still, it was surprisingly proper.

The building was sturdy and new, unlike most houses in the settlement that were made from stacked metal sheets fitted together like crude blocks. This one was a real building, built with cement and bricks and painted white like a typical hospital.

It was also clean, with proper windows that allowed sunlight to pour inside. The building only had three floors, though it was clear they were short-staffed.

"Sir, would you like to make an appointment? It may take quite a while. We already have many patients scheduled for next week, so the doctor won’t be available until then," asked the old lady behind the desk, who seemed to be the only administrator here.

"Don’t worry. I’m just here to visit someone. His name is Johan Addison."

"Ah, that poor old man. He’s one of the survivors of that tragedy, right? He’s in room 108. Go down that hall and turn right. His room is at the corner."

"Thank you," Gideon said shortly before heading toward Johan’s room.

When he arrived, Daphne was already inside. She was in the middle of feeding the old man.

Their eyes finally met, and she smiled warmly at him. "Come here. Get inside. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to my grandpa!"