AN: Hey, I'm going to set up a poll.
Which are you more interested in?
Naruto.
BLEACH.
MARVEL MCU.
Harry Potter.
Arcane (League of Legends).
Other... (if you have any good suggestions, please leave a comment)
This is because, starting next April, I want to focus on writing another novel.
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At the cafeteria of Raccoon City University, Allen and Annette were enjoying lunch at one of the available tables.
Not long after, a man approached them. He was Kevin Ryman, a police officer and instructor who happened to be on his lunch break as well. It could be said that Kevin was one of the higher-ranking officers in the R.P.D, as he was also on the recruitment list to potentially join S.T.A.R.S.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" Kevin asked, since there were no empty seats left except at Allen's table.
"Of course, go ahead," Allen replied, shifting slightly to give Kevin some space to sit.
"Oh, thanks. Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin Ryman. You can just call me Kevin," he said, offering a handshake.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too. My name's Allen Winters, and this is Dr. Annette Birkin. You can call me Allen."
"You can also call me Annette," she added with a brief smile.
Kevin nodded, then looked at Allen with slight curiosity. "So, you're Allen… Jill's husband?"
Allen raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh, looks like you know me."
"Of course. You're pretty well-known—especially since your wife is kind of an idol to some of the officers in Raccoon City. Especially this one guy named Chris. On your wedding day, he just got drunk at a bar after finding out Jill was getting married to you. Hahaha."
Allen chuckled. "Oh, Chris. Yeah, I know that guy. We've known each other for quite a while. But I heard he's got a girlfriend now, so I guess he's moved on. Barry mentioned that too."
Kevin smirked teasingly. "Yeah, though lately he's been jumping from one relationship to another. For some reason, his love life's a mess—even though his looks are enough to attract plenty of women. Hahaha."
Kevin clearly enjoyed teasing Chris.
After that, the conversation drifted to other topics—from work to mutual acquaintances in the police force, like Barry, and even Chief Brian, a figure disliked by many officers.
Kevin also complained about the recent cases he had to investigate, including the reports of missing people around the Arklay Mountains.
The lighthearted exchange quickly made them feel more familiar with each other. Male friendship often formed easily—sometimes it only took the right topic to spark it.
Annette joined in from time to time, adding small comments while listening to the gossip.
After all, no matter what, women usually enjoy a bit of gossip.
After lunch, Kevin invited Allen to grab a drink at a bar sometime, along with Barry. Allen agreed without hesitation.
After that, they returned to the laboratory. Once there, Annette decided to part ways since she had to pick up her daughter, who had just finished school.
Meanwhile, Allen went to return the vehicle he had borrowed from Mark, along with the snacks he had promised him.
"Thanks for the car."
"Anytime, buddy," Mark replied casually.
Allen then headed back to his apartment, intending to find Karena and ask her to accompany him to the villa. He felt much safer conducting tests for his new serum there.
The villa had far more space compared to his cramped apartment—although, to be fair, the apartment itself could be considered quite luxurious, more like a penthouse. Still, Allen needed a large area to properly set up the portable private laboratory that he always carried with him.
...
From a distance, a woman in a red dress hidden beneath a trench coat had been observing Allen's movements, following him from the café all the way to his apartment.
"How interesting… now, what should I do?" the woman murmured.
She was Ada Wong.
"Now that John is dead, it seems I'll have to make use of another man."
Not long after she whispered those words, Allen stepped out of his apartment again, this time accompanied by Karena—also known as Lupo.
As Allen headed toward the villa, Ada narrowed her eyes.
"Should I follow them?" she muttered to herself.
But then she realized she wasn't carrying any weapons at the moment.
"Hmmm… maybe another time. He has several guards with him right now," she said quietly before deciding to stop tailing them.
It seemed she needed to gather more information first. Her target had far too many protectors.
Once Allen arrived at the villa, he immediately began running experiments using test scenarios on human DNA. With Wednesday's assistance, the results showed that some side effects still remained—specifically, issues related to anger.
Anyone who used the serum would lose control, either going into a violent berserk state or becoming a mindless fool.
"It seems I need to solve this problem. If only I had a sample of the antivirus… then the next test might succeed," Allen muttered as he leaned back in his work chair, stretching his body.
Night was already approaching.
Allen finally returned to his room to rest.
With Karena by his side, it seemed the night was going to be quite a long one.
And of course, soon the room filled with the sounds of her moans echoing off the walls.
"Ahhh... ahhh... slow down, Allen! Ahh..."
Right now, Allen's thick cock was thrusting through Karena's tight asshole at a relentless, fast pace, stretching her wide with every powerful stroke. Even though her body had been physically enhanced many times over, granting her superhuman strength and endurance, she still couldn't keep up with Allen's insatiable hunger in bed. He dominated her completely, his hips slamming forward without mercy.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Uhh, ahh! Did you just cum inside me? Uhhh..."
She felt the warm rush of his hot seed flooding deep into her belly, the sensation triggering her own explosive climax. Her pussy clenched and squirted hard, juices spraying out as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. But Allen didn't stop—his cock kept pounding into her ass relentlessly, driving her wild. Karena couldn't help but make the lewdest expressions, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
"Ahhh, slow down! Ahh..."
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Your body is just so damn tempting," Allen growled, his voice thick with lust.
Slap!
He delivered a sharp smack to her ass, leaving red handprints blooming on her pale cheeks. Then, he grabbed one of her jiggling breasts, squeezing the soft flesh firmly while leaning down to suck hungrily on the other nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Allen came again inside her ass, pumping load after load of cum into her depths, each release making her body quiver. He unleashed a few more intense bursts, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft.
"Uhmm, ahh, yes..."
Karena was breathing heavily after that, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But Allen wasn't done. He lifted her hips high, bending her body into an inverted V shape, her flexibility allowing her hands to reach her big toes. Her form swayed like a swing with each movement as he positioned his still rock-hard cock at her dripping pussy hole and stabbed deep inside.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Ahh... ahhh... gosh, I feel like I'm going to die!" she cried out, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was on the edge of oblivion from the sheer intensity of fucking Allen.
"Allen, please... ahhh..." She hadn't even finished her plea before another squirting orgasm ripped through her, her juices providing even more slick lubrication for his cock to slide faster and deeper.
Plop... plop... plop...
Allen's waist moved faster than before, his balls slapping against her with every brutal thrust.
"Fuck... I'm going to die of pleasure! Ahh!" At this moment, Karena's mind went completely blank, lost in the haze as Allen's massive cock pistoned quickly inside her tight, gripping pussy, hitting every sensitive spot.
By this time, it was 12 p.m., and five hours had passed in their marathon of raw, unyielding sex.
Karena finally succumbed, falling unconscious from the exhaustive, mind-shattering pleasure. Allen, sensing her limits, decided to call it a day. He gently eased out of her, letting his exhausted woman rest and drift into a deep sleep.
....
The next morning, after a shower and breakfast, they left the villa and returned to the apartment. Once there, Allen headed straight to the laboratory where he worked, while Karena chose to continue resting.
When Allen arrived at the lab facility and was about to enter, his steps were halted by a white-haired man standing directly in his path.
"Dr. Winters, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nicolai Zinoviev. I've been assigned to escort and guard you to meet Sergei. Please follow me," the mercenary said in a flat tone.
"Well then, show me the way," Allen replied casually.
Deep down, he was curious why Sergei wanted to meet him.
They took the elevator to the top floor of the building. Nicolai remained completely silent during the ride, his face stiff like a statue. Allen didn't care much—after all, Nicolai was just a stranger, not worth getting to know.
When they entered Sergei's office, Allen was greeted by a rather strange sight.
The man was idly playing with a knife, casually slicing into his own palm as if it were nothing.
Why is it that villains in this world always have such bizarre habits? Allen mused. He couldn't help but remember Albert Wesker, who seemed to think it was mandatory to wear sunglasses everywhere.
Behind Sergei stood two Ivan Tyrants. Their massive bodies loomed motionless, awaiting orders.
It was Allen's first time seeing a Tyrant up close, and for a brief moment, he felt tempted to acquire one. But after thinking it through, he quickly dismissed the idea. The maintenance costs alone would be a nightmare—not to mention the need for Alpha-type parasites to enhance their intelligence and ensure absolute obedience.
Hmmm… creating homunculi with a super soldier serum sounds far more practical than dealing with these biological toys, he thought.
With that, Allen completely abandoned the idea of obtaining a Tyrant from Umbrella.
"Nicolai, you may leave. I want to speak with Allen."
Hearing Sergei's command, Nicolai immediately stepped out of the room. He had no desire to linger there—especially not with two Tyrants constantly standing guard. After closing the door firmly behind him, he walked to the next room and lit a cigarette in silence.
"So, Allen, you've been working at the lab for quite some time now. Have you gotten anything from William?" Sergei asked bluntly, skipping pleasantries and going straight to the point.
"Mind if I call you Sergei?" Allen asked with a calm smile.
"Ohh, fine. Since you know Alex very well, I'll allow it."
"As for Dr. William's research, I honestly don't know how it's progressing. I've never once met him in the lab. Right now, I'm working under his wife, Dr. Annette," Allen answered truthfully.
"You really are useless, Allen," Sergei mocked immediately.
"Well, I'm just a scientist, not a spy. If you expect me to snoop around William, forget it. Besides, Alex only sent me to Umbrella to study and gain experience in this field." Allen shrugged nonchalantly before adding, "Wouldn't it be better to hire an actual spy if that's what you want?"
Sergei blinked at Allen's carefree response. The boy had a point.
Still, he seemed slightly puzzled by how Allen showed no fear toward him.
As for Allen—sitting calmly in front of Sergei—he truly didn't care about the man's intimidation tactics. And even if this meeting were to escalate into a fight, he wouldn't mind.
After all, he couldn't die.
And if it came down to it, Allen was confident he could wage a nonstop battle against Umbrella.
Though admittedly… that would become quite troublesome.
At that moment, Sergei's thoughts wandered elsewhere: Should I deploy a special elite force to seize the G-serum data directly from William? But according to the latest reports, his research is still incomplete. Spencer wants to wait until Dr. William's project fully matures before taking it by any means necessary…
"Alright then, I'll accept your excuse this time," Sergei said, before pausing to think.
"I want you to join S.T.A.R.S. as an additional field medic."
"What, am I being fired from my current job?" Allen blinked, clearly not expecting to be dismissed from the lab and reassigned to a police unit just like that.
"Yes. This is my decision, and I've already spoken with Spencer about it. He agrees—if you're useless here, then you'll be dismissed. You can refuse, of course, but you'll still be fired from this lab."
"Fine, I'll accept. But give me permission to still access the lab and continue working here. You know I don't want to disappoint Alex, so I hope you understand."
In Sergei's mind, it seemed the boy was utterly obsessed with Alex. It would be troublesome if she found out he had reassigned her "dog" without permission, so Sergei relented.
"Very well. But while you're with S.T.A.R.S., I want you to observe Albert Wesker's behavior."
"Ohhh, so you want me to spy on Alex's relative? Fine, whatever. I don't really know him anyway."
"Good. You may leave. And for the next week, you'll start as a S.T.A.R.S. medical unit member—and you'll still have access to the lab whenever you're not on duty."
After that conversation, Allen left Sergei's office and headed back down to the underground laboratory.
"Allen, why are you only coming in now?" Annette asked. It was unusual for him to arrive late to work.
Instead of answering, Allen gently took her by the arm and led her into his private room, making sure no one else could overhear them.
"What's going on?" Annette asked again, this time with a hint of worry in her voice.
"I just met with Sergei. He asked about your husband, but I told him I didn't know anything. And… I've been reassigned from the lab to work with S.T.A.R.S.—to spy on Albert Wesker…"
Allen went on to explain everything that had happened, recounting the entire conversation in detail.
As she listened, Annette lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
"You smoke?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah… I'm just under a lot of stress right now, thinking about my family's safety. What am I supposed to do, Allen?"
Then Allen pulled Annette into a tight embrace and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe."
Annette, caught off guard, dropped her cigarette and returned his embrace.
Somehow, this man's embrace always managed to calm her down.
After holding each other for a while, they eventually returned to their usual work, discussing the serum they were developing.
"You mentioned you needed an antivirus sample," Annette said.
"Yeah… do you have any data on that antivirus?" Allen asked.
Annette shook her head. "No, but I know someone who might."
"Do you know Professor Greg Mueller?" she continued.
"Not at all," Allen replied, frowning slightly.
"He's an expert in biochemical weapons—in short, a researcher specializing in antivirus development for the T-virus. Back then, he was the one in charge of that project. If you're looking for a T-virus antivirus, he's the person you need to find."