David took a deep breath, his nerves on edge as he moved closer to the wrecked security doors. Destroyed barriers littered the path, a sign of the chaos that had unfolded. A charred corpse lay on the ground, its wristwatch glinting. David grabbed it, noting it belonged to a Player.
Ahead, the hum of a drill echoed, likely someone using a lockpicking tool to break through.
"Hurry, hurry! The others won't last long," a man's voice snapped, tense and frantic. * What a useless teammate, panicking like that, * David thought.
"Shut up! You're making me nervous. Want to try this yourself?" the lockpicker growled, clearly fed up. The constant nagging wasn't helping in this high-stakes moment.
"You dare talk to me like that?" the first man shouted.
"Boss, calm down. Let's focus. We get the item, we finish the mission. No need to fight," a third voice cut in, trying to keep the peace.
The tension between them was thick, ready to explode. Gunfire roared from upstairs, but it was faint down here.
David stayed patient, waiting in the shadows. Their infighting only made his job easier. * None of them are escaping. They're all dead, * he vowed.
The underground lab wasn't large, just a maze of locked doors. Some had high-voltage traps, others led to corridors filled with toxic gas. Pass through, and you'd be fine.
A loud thud rang out.
"Old Eight, you okay? Hang on, we're going in for the antidote! You, grab the item. I'll get the cure!" the frantic man yelled, his voice fading as he rushed off to save his friend.
David crept forward, spotting a twitching Player on the ground, an ordinary-looking guy. He grabbed the man's head and twisted hard. A sharp crack echoed as the Player's neck snapped, his wide eyes frozen in shock. David took his wristwatch, leaving only two enemies left.
The lab spanned about 150 square meters, filled with chemical tanks. A massive transparent culture tank stood in the center, filled with an unknown liquid but no specimen yet.
Two men rummaged through the lab, one on the left, one on the right, oblivious to David's approach. They were too focused on their search.
"Got it! The mission item, T-Virus sample!" a tattooed man cheered, holding up a vial.
That was their goal: grab the sample and escape to complete the task.
Before he could celebrate, David's hands shot out, seizing the man's head and twisting it full circle. The neck snapped, blood draining as the man collapsed, dead instantly. With two martial arts skills boosting his strength, David's raw power surpassed any normal human.
He caught the T-Virus sample as it fell, then spun, firing a shot at the second man, who was turning toward him. The bullet hit the man's forehead, killing him instantly. His eyes held a flicker of shock, unaccepting of his fate.
To be safe, David walked over, fired two more shots, and twisted the man's head off. No chances.
Grinning, David pocketed both Players' wristwatches and held the T-Virus sample. He activated the system. "System, upgrade the T-Virus sample to be safe for humans."
[System: Story System]
[Sample: T-Virus, Model 3]
[Cost: 1000 points to upgrade for human use]
[Confirm upgrade?]
"Confirm," David said.
A flash of light shimmered, and the sample turned a purer blue. His points dropped from 3000 to 2000. * Doesn't matter if I can't buy gear. I'll just take what I need, * he thought.
Without hesitation, David injected the upgraded T-Virus. A cool sensation spread through his body as the liquid coursed through his veins.
[System: Story System]
[Status: Upgraded T-Virus injected]
[Detecting: Host is a Special Player]
[Conflict: Dual martial arts skills detected]
[Adjusting…]
[Special Task: Within 1 hour, have sex with a woman, ejaculate inside, and make her orgasm. Success: Fully integrate T-Virus effects. Failure: Death.]
David's scalp tingled. * What kind of task is this? * The system's demand was bizarre, but he had no time to dwell. He bolted out, checking the countdown on his panel. He needed a woman, and fast.
Gunfire echoed through the campus. Eight Players had invaded: four dead below, four still fighting above. David ran toward the gunfire, passing two more Player corpses. He grabbed their wristwatches, knowing they held valuable points.
On the rooftop, Wesker knelt, a gun to his head. Jill stood in front, her weapon trained on the Player. "Release him, and I'll guarantee your safety," she said.
"No way! Hand over Dr. Mueller, or I'll blow this school to pieces!" the Player shouted, waving a remote in one hand, his gun in the other.
The tactical team was busy disarming bombs and evacuating students, leaving Jill and Wesker alone.
Jill faced off with the Player, unaware of another man sneaking up, his gun aimed at her.
A shot rang out. The man grinned as he fired, catching Jill off guard. She couldn't react in time.
David appeared, stepping in front of her. "I said I'd protect you!" he shouted, firing back and hitting the attacker square in the forehead.
"David!" Jill gasped, stunned. She'd thought she was done for, but David had saved her.
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Wesker seized the moment, twisting his head to dodge the gun and snapping the Player's neck with precise combat skills. * These people don't make sense. Magic? This is insane, * he thought, shaken by the Players' strange abilities.
"David, you okay?" Jill asked, helping him up, her heart touched by his sacrifice.
David stood, swaying, and punched the dead Player, slipping the wristwatch into his pocket without Jill or Wesker noticing. He did the same to the other corpse. "I'm fine. Just need to rest," he said weakly.
"You sure you're okay?" Wesker asked, eyeing David suspiciously.
"I'm good. Jill, help me to the side to rest. You guys handle the bombs," David said, playing up his weakness.
"Jill, take him to rest. Call an ambulance," Wesker ordered before heading off to deal with Dr. Mueller, sensing a chance to leave Umbrella.
Jill supported David to a hallway. He pulled her close. "Jill, I can't take it. The doctor says I have a sex addiction. Please, help me. Just one more time!"
He kissed her, catching her off guard.
Jill pushed back, conflicted. After he'd taken a bullet for her, she felt obligated, especially since they'd slept together before. "No, stop. We said we'd just be friends!" she protested, moaning as he touched her sensitive spots.
Her body betrayed her, growing wet despite her resistance. David lifted her onto a table in a small meeting room, locking the door. "Jill, please, just once. I'm in pain. We're still friends, right? Friends help each other."
He whispered sweet words, his hands teasing her body, squeezing her large breasts through her tight uniform.
His dual martial arts skills didn't just make him strong; they gave him an instinctive knack for pleasing women. Soon, Jill was breathless, her protests weakening. "David, stop! I'm serious!"
"Jill, just once, I beg you. After this, we're just friends. I won't bother you again," he pleaded, faking desperation. * Face doesn't matter. I just need to fuck her, * he thought.
Jill sighed, giving in. "Fine, last time. Hurry, I have work to do."
She relaxed, letting him proceed. David grinned, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Her soft moans fueled his arousal, her sweat and faint perfume driving him wild.
He lifted her legs, pulling off her tight pants. Jill raised her hips to help, urging him to be quick. "Hurry!"
David didn't waste time. He rubbed his dick against her wet pussy, her juices coating him. Jill moaned, her long legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in. His dick slid into her tight, wet pussy, the heat and rhythm of her walls gripping him tightly.
The pleasure hit them both like a wave. David groaned, kissing her gasping mouth, thrusting hard. He grabbed her firm ass, using it to drive deeper, each thrust burying his twenty-centimeter dick fully inside.
Jill's body tensed, her pussy squeezing him as he hit her deepest spots. He ground against her core, a move she loved. It sent shivers through her, pushing her toward climax faster than raw thrusting.
The meeting room turned steamy, the air thick with their passion. Jill, the stunning cop, lay on the table, her legs around David's waist, their bodies joined tightly. White foam gathered where their bodies met, proof of her arousal.
Her toes curled, her feet flexing as waves of pleasure hit her. Her pussy tightened like a vise, sucking him in. A hot rush of her cum coated his dick, nearly pushing him over the edge.
He held still, buried deep, kissing her as they swapped spit. Keeping his dick inside prolonged her pleasure, making her crave him more.
"Feel good, Jill?" David teased, their lips parting with strings of saliva.
Jill's eyes were hazy, her flushed face glowing from the intense sex. "Yeah, hurry up," she murmured, her voice soft and needy, feeding David's sense of conquest.