Hard to Ignore.

Zayn and Maya hugged each other tightly, finding comfort in each other's warmth. Even though danger was all around them, they slowly fell asleep, as if nothing could harm them.

On the other side of the container, however, the women who overheard their passionate moment were left feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.

She was so loud it almost seemed like she wanted them to envy her.

Because of this, Zayn's value in their eyes soared, making him even more desirable as the only man in this place.

Some of them began plotting ways to get his attention, their minds changing from hostility to desire.

Inadvertently, he managed to kill multiple birds with one stone—though in his case, that "stone" was hard, gritty, and really long.

After six hours, he woke up and started dressing himself. Maya remained asleep, so he let her rest; she deserved it after what he did to her.

He crossed to the other side and noticed the rest were also asleep.

However, he could tell they were sweating because the temperature was rising, meaning it was already daytime.

It wasn't unbearable, and they wouldn't die from it, which was good news.

Still, he needed to make sure to lead the group to survival.

As he scanned the container, he saw Hannah sleeping. She no longer had a blanket, and he could see traces of her skin.

He forced himself to turn away. The temptation was there, but he knew better than to push his luck.

If he kept doing what he did to Maya, his reputation would plummet as someone who takes advantage of girls.

At least with Maya, he could argue that he liked her, and his feelings were genuine.

'But if they throw themselves at me, then who am I to reject it?' he scratched his head.

When he said "they," he meant Hannah, Mika, and Rose. They were the only ones he would even consider.

Just as he managed to calm himself down, Hannah, in her sleep, started moving and opened her legs wide, revealing her black underwear.

He knew he should look away, but something kept him glued to the sight.

'Mind over body,' he muttered to himself as he turned around to begin preparing the rations.

Checking the supplies first, he made sure none of the girls stole one, and that the number was correct.

It was a good sign because it meant they were following his orders.

When everyone woke up, he started handing them bottled food and water.

They began talking about their lives to kill time, as it was important to maintain their psychological health.

Maya now acted differently; she kept holding his hand, afraid he might be taken from her.

The other women could only shake their heads as they watched Maya cling to him, but their frustration didn't stop them.

One by one, they tried to catch his attention, leaning in close, offering smiles, and dropping hints.

Yet, he only responded to the four girls. 

Mika, Hannah, and even Rose, who often gave off a crazy, unpredictable vibe, were the only ones who got more than a passing glance.

Rose's sharp eyes met his with a playful glint, and to the surprise of the others, he actually gave her attention. 

Maya's fingers tightened around his hand, her grip firm. She stayed close, her eyes darting toward the others, her silence louder than words.

Zayn glanced at her, noticing the tension in her furrowed brow. He squeezed her hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry,"

Just like that, the days passed with nothing much happening until nightfall once again.

They could tell because the air grew colder. Suddenly, a faint sound reached their ears.

It started softly, almost imperceptible, but quickly grew into a rushed patter.

Rain.

He immediately noticed that the walls he'd built earlier were letting some of it slip through. His eyes narrowed, and an idea sparked in his mind.

"Quick, all of you, grab some empty crates and put garbage bags on them. We'll make our own water container!"

They all understood what he wanted to do and began moving quickly

Meanwhile, he worked quickly, making more holes at the entrance of the container, as well as on the ceiling and walls. He created channels to catch as much rainwater as possible, ensuring they could gather more. 

They lined up the crates, now waterproof thanks to layers and layers of garbage bags, and prayed that the rain would keep coming.

Fortunately, the rain kept falling, and the crates filled up.

Smiles spread across their faces. During times like this, it could be considered a big win.

Rose said, "We could use this to clean up."

The girls began undressing immediately, tossing their clothes and underwear aside without hesitation or concern for modesty.

Using empty water bottles, they scooped water and started bathing.

Zayn handed them the soap and shampoo, his eyes lingering on the scene.

He must admit that some of them has good proportion. 

Everything was fine until a few sexually frustrated women ran over and grabbed him.

"Take a bath with us," they offered, showing no shame as his hands accidentally brushed against their tits.

It was obvious they were trying to lure him into fucking them.