Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 62: Warm Speech From Gideon

Gideon crouched down beside Freya, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks, thighs slick, skin flushed and damp.

She looked completely wrecked, and the sight alone tempted him to drag her upstairs and fuck her all over again.

If Jade had not been yelling for him, and if people were not seconds away from storming the house to pull him into the party, he absolutely would have.

A few system notifications blinked at the corner of his vision. He glanced at them briefly, then ignored them and refocused on Freya.

Some of his release had slowly leaked out of her, dripping down onto the kitchen floor. The sight made something click in his mind.

He opened the Infinity Store and purchased a small, smooth plug. It was matte black, discreet, and curved just enough.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "If you can keep this inside you without spilling any of my cum until tomorrow, I’ll spend the whole day fucking you."

Freya’s eyes widened immediately.

Tomorrow was supposed to be his rest day. Today belonged to Summer. And knowing herself, there was no way she could wait two full days for her turn without losing her mind.

She nodded eagerly. He put the plug inside her slowly. She gasped at the unfamiliar coldness, her body jerking when it brushed against her sensitive spot.

"Ahhhnnn..."

Her fingers clenched weakly against the tile as another small wave of pleasure rippled through her exhausted body.

"And hold your orgasm too," he added with a wicked smile. "We’ll make it more interesting that way."

That only made her look even more helpless.

"GIDEON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OVER HERE!"

Jade’s voice echoed from outside again.

Gideon rolled his eyes, exhaling.

"Wait! I’m bringing the meat!" he shouted back before looking down at Freya once more. "If you can, clean this mess and join the party."

Freya pouted weakly. "Ugh... asshole."

He chuckled. "Blame Jade."

He stood up and quickly adjusted his clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles and tying his hair back loosely so the night air could cool his skin. There was no time to change. Jade had already marched into the living room and was heading straight for him.

Persistent as always.

He picked up the container of meat and walked toward her. Jade gave him a long, scrutinizing look.

"Were you doing some heavy exercise or something?"

"Yeah. Quick gym session," he replied smoothly. "I wanted to change clothes, but you’re too impatient."

She snorted lightly. "It’s fine. You don’t smell."

She tapped the tray. "Give me that. You’re the hero tonight, the spotlight of the party. No way I’m letting you carry stuff like this and look like a kitchen helper."

Jade grabbed the container and walked ahead confidently. Gideon let out a quiet breath of relief and followed her outside.

The moment Gideon stepped out of the house, all attention shifted to him.

Conversations paused, heads turned at him. Then one by one, people approached him, offering greetings that were far more formal and respectful than anything he had ever received in his old world.

Back then, he barely even had friends. Now, he had followers.

"Thank you, boss, for giving us a place, food, and even this grand party!"

"Lord Gideon, you saved me from that cursed building. I’ll work hard to help build this land!"

"I used to be a farmer. Freebound told me this soil can grow crops. Leave it to me. I’ll give you one ton every harvest!"

"Me too! I worked as a civil servant before. I handled administration. I can help organize everything!"

"I’m a hunter. I’ll deal with the aberrants!"

Voices overlapped as people gathered around him. It was overwhelming, but beneath that, there was warmth and he enjoyed it.

Gideon cleared his throat softly. That alone was enough to silence them.

"Thank you, everyone," he began. "I plan to make a list of your skills and data. It’ll help us organize this place properly. I’ll need your cooperation."

"We’ll help with anything!" A woman–who was a civil servant–stepped forward immediately. "We know each other well. We can even point out hidden skills. You can count on us!"

Gideon remembered her name, Aria.

She had short black hair, sharp brown eyes, and a small frame, but her energy was explosive even when she wasn’t young anymore.

"Then you’ll handle it," Gideon said simply.

Aria clenched her fists in excitement and spun around to face the others. "No lying. I can smell exaggeration from miles away. Don’t hide or overstate your skills or education."

The fire in her eyes was enough to make everyone nod obediently. Some even looked nervous.

Gideon smiled faintly knowing that she would do just fine.

Then, from somewhere in the crowd, Jade shouted, "Speech! Give us a speech!"

The chant caught on immediately. "Speech! Speech! Speech!"

Even the Freebound men joined in, turning it into something that felt like a festival rally.

Gideon rubbed the back of his neck. Public speaking had never been his strong point. He was blunt by nature. Not like those polished politicians who wrapped lies in beautiful words.

"Everyone, shut up! Let him talk!" Delilah’s voice cut through the noise like a blade.

Silence fell instantly, they were even too scared to open their mouths. Gideon almost laughed at how effective she was. He straightened and faced them properly.

"I’m not a good speaker."

"Boo, liar," Summer muttered.

Delilah smacked the back of her head lightly, glaring until she shut up.

Gideon allowed himself a small grin. "I might be good at talking to women. That’s different."

A few chuckles rippled through the crowd.

Then his tone shifted. "But I’ll be honest. I never expected we would all meet under such terrible circumstances. Many of you lost family, friends, and people you loved."

His voice lowered slightly. "Let’s take a moment to pray for them. May their souls find peace."

The crowd bowed their heads. The music softened. For a brief moment, the air felt heavy but united.

After a respectful pause, Gideon continued.

"This land is similar but not grim to the circumstances we passed together. It’s far from everything. Fertile, but isolated. We don’t have much, but we just had each other."

He looked around at every face. "I want this place to become your real home. A place where you can build a family, with an abundance of foods and water, finally live without fear of aberrants... or monsters even worse than them."

His gaze sharpened slightly. "Humans."

A quiet murmur moved through the group.

"So let’s build this together. Work hard, protect this land, and develop it. One day, I want every single one of you to proudly say this is your home."

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then applause erupted. Cheers followed, and drinks were raised. Some people cried openly, relief finally washing over them after surviving so much.

At that moment, they were not refugees or survivors.

They were residents.

And they believed Gideon would lead them well.

Their journey in their new home had truly begun. They welcomed it with open arms, their hearts finally full and excitement lingering in the air.