Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 88: Sister Fight

Gideon could hear the large bell from the tower ringing as the night grew quieter. It was the midnight bell, a very classic idea that immediately inspired him.

’Yeah... I’m definitely implementing that in my Safe Zone,’ he thought.

Honestly, seeing this settlement again after everything he had territory to take care of made it feel different.

It was as if he could now see its depth, its systems, its structure. At the same time, it made him want to build something even better in Cinders of Dusk.

He could not wait to return tomorrow.

Just as he closed his eyes, a sudden knock echoed from the door. Gideon groaned and buried his face into the pillow, pressing it tightly over his head. But the knocking did not stop. If anything, it grew more urgent.

’Ugh... fine.’

He lifted his head slightly and glanced toward the door. From the gap below, he could see multiple shadows.

He stood up, remembering his earlier promise, and walked toward the door with a faint grin before opening it, only to freeze.

Summer and Freya stood there, both frowning and looking completely disheveled.

Their hair was messy, their clothes slightly wrinkled, and both had their arms crossed while deliberately turning their heads away from each other. Gideon could even see scratch marks on Freya’s face and a faint red handprint on Summer’s cheek.

They had clearly been fighting and not gently.

"What happened?" he asked.

Summer walked straight into the room without answering, with Freya following right behind her. Gideon frowned slightly before closing the door and leaning against the wall, waiting.

"You slept with Freya when it wasn’t even her turn, behind my back!" Summer suddenly snapped, pointing a finger at him before turning toward her sister with a betrayed expression. "You even put a plug inside her slutty pussy like she belongs to you. You two are the worst!"

"So what?" Freya shot back without hesitation, her tone almost triumphant.

She grabbed Gideon’s arm and pulled it against herself. "We clearly like each other. Gideon is mine."

Summer gasped in disbelief. "He isn’t! He’s mine!" She immediately grabbed his other arm and pulled him toward her.

Freya refused to back down and tugged him back. "I found him first. He’s mine!"

"He slept with me first, so he’s mine!" Summer snapped, growing even more stubborn.

Gideon let out a quiet breath.

A small part of him did enjoy being fought over like this. But he also knew this could easily spiral into something worse. They were still sisters, and he had no intention of destroying that bond over something like this.

He cleared his throat, drawing both of their attention.

"Summer, how did you even find out about this?" he asked calmly.

"Well, obviously this idiot over here started bragging about it just because she lost at Uno!" Summer snapped.

Gideon blinked, then slowly turned his head toward Freya with a flat stare.

"It couldn’t be helped!" Freya defended herself immediately. "She was cheating! And that game was supposed to decide who gets more time with you and has sex... I couldn’t lose like that!"

"I wasn’t cheating. You’re just terrible at card games," Summer shot back, sticking her tongue out.

"No, I’m not! I’m better than you at everything!"

"Says who?"

"Me! I said it, just now!"

And just like that, they started arguing again.

Gideon let out a quiet sigh before clapping his hands sharply, cutting them off. Both of them fell silent and turned to him.

"So," he said, crossing his arms, "you two made a schedule behind my back?"

He raised an eyebrow. "And what about my opinion?"

They didn’t answer him directly, but Summer spoke softly. "I mean, you can enjoy both of us without having to wait, so..."

"So?" Gideon cut in, his tone firm. "You think I don’t have my own say in this? What about my time? My rest? Do you think it isn’t tiring for me to keep up with both of you?"

He was acting. In truth, he had no issue handling both of them without a break, especially when it meant more money. But that wasn’t the point. Boundaries had to exist, especially when it came to decisions like this.

He should be the one deciding, not them.

And more importantly, he couldn’t afford Summer sulking right after he had just calmed Freya down. That kind of emotional juggling was exhausting in its own way.

The two sisters seemed to understand immediately. Gideon rarely raised his voice, so the shift in his tone alone was enough to unsettle them. The thought of disappointing him hit harder than any scolding.

They lowered their heads, eyes fixed on the floor, and spoke at the same time. "We’re sorry, Gideon. We won’t do it again."

"Good," he said. "You’re sisters. You should care about each other, not fight like this. Now apologize properly to each other, or I’m not touching either of you."

They hesitated. Slowly, they looked at one another, both frowning, neither wanting to give in. Still, Gideon’s words left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, they raised their hands and awkwardly shook, like children forced to make peace.

"Sorry for slapping you so hard for calling saying my face looked like ’dirty pussy with STI’."

"Sorry for scratching your cheek because you said ’your saggy boobs can slap harder than your hand will ever be.’"

Their voices were so quiet he had to pay attention just to catch the words. The whole scene was almost ridiculous. They looked like a pair of sulking kids dragged into a forced truce.

’What am I even doing,’ he thought.

"Good. Now let me rest," he said at last.

But Summer didn’t back down. "No. You guys need to take responsibility. You were both sneaking around behind my back anyway!"

Gideon raised a brow. "Alright. I’m listening."

"I want you to have sex with me while Freya watches." She grinned, glancing at her sister with clear satisfaction.

"She doesn’t get to do anything, just watch. And you..." Her gaze snapped back to him. "You follow everything I say. No arguing, even if I ask for something weird."

"Weird how?" he asked, expression flat, though his interest was clearly piqued.

"Gideon! Why aren’t you refusing?! I can’t just stand there and watch that!" Freya protested, but he simply shook his head.

"I want to hear all the options first."

"You’re such a pervert," Freya muttered.

"Well... like tying you to the bed so you can’t move while I..." Summer trailed off, clearly trying to figure out her own idea as she spoke. "You know. I’d insult you and still have my way with you."

She straightened, gaining confidence again. "You’d feel just as humiliated as I did during that cosplay thing."

Gideon let out a quiet hum. "That sounds rather cruel. Painful, even. How can you be so heartless, Summer?"

His tone suggested disapproval, but inwardly he doubted she could truly push him that far. If anything, he would end up doing less work. All he really had to do was lie there.

"Yes. You have to do exactly what I say," she declared, puffing out her chest as if she had already won, completely unaware that he might enjoy it far more than she expected.