AN : Here your bonus chapter
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"Is that the only reason?" Ada asked.
"I just don't like the guy named Simmons," Allen replied flatly. Then he added, "Working for them is quite dangerous, you know. I hope you're more careful if you continue dealing with them. And instead of working for them… why not work for me instead?"
He said it so casually it almost sounded like a joke—almost.
"Hehe, thanks for the concern. You're really an interesting man, Allen," Ada said with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "As for your offer… maybe I'll think about it later."
"Anything else you want to ask?"
Allen wasn't disappointed by her refusal. This was exactly what he expected. If she were that easy to persuade, she wouldn't be Ada Wong.
"You said the G-serum isn't perfected yet. But can you get me a sample of the T-serum?"
"Of course," Allen replied smoothly. "But how much are you willing to pay for it?"
Ada's lips curved into a charming smile.
"Oh? You're willing to help me that easily? Aren't you afraid I might report you to Spencer for leaking Umbrella's research?"
"Nah. I trust you won't do that," Allen answered calmly. "Besides… you'd become my enemy if you did."
His eyes turned serious as he looked straight at her.
"Ohhh? Do you really think I'm someone trustworthy?" Ada asked, unbothered by his intense gaze. If anything, she found it strangely captivating.
"Yeah. My instincts tell me you're someone I can trust," Allen replied, turning his attention to the TV, which was reporting on the latest victims of mysterious disappearances.
Ada pouted slightly at his response—and at the fact that he had looked away from her.
"You're too naïve and foolish, Allen, trusting a woman like me just like that."
"Well… whatever, Ada. The point is, if you want the T-serum, maybe I can give you the sample data—if I get the chance to obtain it. But as for the G-serum, forget it. It's not complete yet. And you'd better be careful with the military. They seem to be interested in the G-serum and have already made contact with William."
With that, Allen stood up. Karena had just woken up and was looking for him.
"Good morning, love," Allen greeted warmly.
"Morning," Karena replied with a soft smile.
They shared a tender kiss right there in front of Ada.
Watching them, Ada felt as if someone had just thrown dog shit straight at her face. Her expression remained calm, but inside, irritation flickered.
Without saying a word, she turned and headed toward the backyard.
Allen didn't try to stop her.
Although Ada was undeniably beautiful, he didn't feel the need to rush into winning her over. She was stubborn, vigilant, and far too cautious to be easily swayed. A seasoned spy like her wouldn't fall for simple moves.
And besides—
He still had plenty of time.
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During her days staying at the villa, Ada occasionally wandered around the surrounding area. Meanwhile, Lupo had ordered several guards to keep an eye on her from a distance.
Allen received reports that more and more bioweapons had been appearing nearby—especially zombie dogs. That made the area increasingly dangerous to live in.
And sure enough, a few of those zombie dogs were now prowling the backyard near the lake.
"Do you know where this biohazard leak actually happened?" Ada asked, standing beside Allen as he watched Artemis hunting them down from the rooftop with her bow.
"I'm not sure," Allen answered calmly. "But a few miles from here, there's an abandoned building—an old Umbrella facility in the eastern sector. I just hope you won't recklessly head there. It's dangerous."
Swish!
Three arrows flew in perfect succession, piercing straight through the heads of three dogs at once. The guards below immediately cheered, praising Artemis for her flawless accuracy.
"Your wife is really skilled at hunting," Ada commented with a faint smile.
Allen gave a short nod. "Yeah. She's a master at that."
After that, Allen stepped into one of the rooms inside the villa, and Ada followed him without hesitation. He didn't seem to mind.
Inside, he was assembling a weapon.
Ada's eyes widened slightly at the sight of so many advanced weapons she had never seen before. Her gaze eventually settled on a sleek grappling pistol resting on the table.
"Interested in that one?" Allen asked, glancing at her. "If you want it, take it. Consider it a gift."
"Thanks," Ada replied smoothly as she picked it up. "In that case, I'll treat it as a gift. By the way, about that building you mentioned earlier… why do you forbid me from going there? Is it really that dangerous?"
"I'm worried you'd die there," Allen said seriously. "Don't underestimate the creatures inside that place. Even my elite troops would have a hard time entering without casualties."
Ada blinked a few times, her lips curving as if she wanted to tease him. But deep down, she knew—if she truly tried to seduce this man, she wasn't sure who would end up losing control first.
"Oh… so you do care about me?" she asked sweetly.
Allen gave her a faint smile and stepped closer. "Well, I don't want to see someone I just met die so easily."
Feeling his breath so close, Ada instinctively turned her face away.
"Sorry, but I can't promise that," she replied playfully. "But… maybe I'll ask you to accompany me, if you're really that worried about me."
With that, she turned and left the room.
"What a troublesome woman…" Allen muttered under his breath before returning his focus to the weapon in his hands.
Later that afternoon, Allen returned to Raccoon City, leaving Yoko behind at the villa under the guards' protection. He went to the city accompanied by Artemis, Karen, and Ada.
It would still take a few more days before the equipment prepared to steal Umbrella's data was fully ready for use.
In the meantime, Ada decided to part ways with Allen.
He didn't try to stop her. It seemed the persistent woman still hadn't given up on obtaining samples of the T-Virus and G-Virus.
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Elsewhere, at the Spencer Estate.
Spencer sat reading a report on the progress of the G-Virus, which had yet to yield any meaningful results. He also reviewed another report about Allen, who was said to be reassigned to S.T.A.R.S. in order to keep an eye on Albert.
"It seems Dr. William truly intends to betray Umbrella by contacting the military and planning his escape soon…" Spencer muttered. "And as for Allen, he appears to be completely obedient to Alex. He even handed his company over to be managed by one of Alex's head servants."
Standing before him, Sergei asked firmly, "Should we proceed with plan B for Dr. William and eliminate him? And what about Allen?"
Spencer slowly closed the report. "If you're certain the G-Virus research is complete, then go ahead. As for Allen… leave him be. Alex is handling him. But using the boy to keep watch on Albert—I see no issue with that. I approve. I'll discuss it with Alex later."
"Understood, boss," Sergei replied promptly before leaving the room.
Spencer then checked the reports from his company. He noticed one particular Tyrant, designated Nemesis. This Tyrant originated from Umbrella's branch facility in France. They had sent the sample to the main company in hopes of securing additional funding from Spencer—while at the same time attempting to humiliate the main branch in Raccoon City.
While the branch had already submitted the results of their own development, the main company had produced nothing at all, as every available resource had been redirected toward the G-Virus project.
"What a childish game…" Spencer muttered. Yet despite his words, he was not disappointed with their results.
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Meanwhile, in Dr. William's laboratory.
Annette entered the room carrying a sample of the antivirus for the G-Virus—an improved version compared to the previous one. The messy, grimy state of the lab always filled her with disgust, but she ignored it and headed straight to her husband's personal computer.
She inserted a CD drive, which immediately began copying every bit of data stored on the machine. Two minutes passed. The flashing light on the drive stopped—signaling the transfer was complete. Quickly, she yanked it free.
And just in time. The lab door slid open with a swish.
It was William.
"What are you doing here?" he asked suspiciously.
"I just came to deliver this new antivirus," Annette replied, holding up the vial. "With this version, the serum's effects can be countered within six hours of exposure to the G-Virus." Without giving him a chance to probe further, she hurriedly left the room.
William frowned, something gnawing at his instincts. He quickly turned to his computer, checking through the system. But he found nothing out of place.
"…Was it just my imagination?" he muttered.
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Late that afternoon at Allen's residence—though calling it an apartment wasn't quite accurate. It was far more fitting to call it a penthouse.
The doorbell rang, prompting Tiamat, who had been quietly tidying up the living room, to walk over and open the door.
Standing outside was a woman in a hoodie, hesitating at the entrance.
"Is Allen inside?" the woman asked, her voice carrying a subtle hint of unease.
It was understandable. This was her first time meeting one of Allen's wives in person. And the moment her eyes landed on Tiamat's breathtaking beauty, a wave of insecurity washed over her.
But after receiving the serum, her own appearance had changed drastically. Annette Birkin was no longer the exhausted researcher she once was. With her long flowing hair and refined features, she looked like a more mature and elegant version of Sherry—graceful, poised, and undeniably striking.
She could easily stand shoulder to shoulder with the women around Allen.
"Yes, Allen is inside," Tiamat replied gently. "By the way… are you Allen's friend, or his lover?"
She stepped aside, gesturing for Annette to come in.
Annette froze for a brief moment, unsure how to answer.
"I… My name is Annette Birkin—"
Before she could finish, Raviel suddenly appeared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Ohhh, so you're Annette! I'm so happy to finally meet you!" Raviel said cheerfully. "I'm Raviel, and that's Tiamat. Don't worry—we won't be upset about you being Allen's lover."
Annette blinked in surprise.
Relief quickly followed.
Allen's wives truly were as kind and welcoming as they seemed.
In fact, Raviel immediately pulled her into a lively conversation—asking how she met Allen, how things progressed between them, and even playfully prying into what kind of naughty things they had done together.
Annette's face flushed bright red.
Somehow, she completely forgot what she had originally come here for. Before she realized it, she was already sitting comfortably on the couch, gossiping with Raviel as if they had known each other for years.
Not long after, Aphrodite and Hera joined the conversation as well. The atmosphere grew warmer and livelier, filled with teasing laughter and curious questions.
By the time Annette noticed, she had already begun getting acquainted with nearly all the women in the penthouse.
The only ones she hadn't met yet were Jill and Rebecca, who were still working at the Raccoon City Police Department.
After a while, as the conversation carried on, Allen finally stepped out of his room—accompanied by Lupo, whose legs were weak and hair a complete mess. Having heard that Annette had arrived, Allen had decided to stop what they were doing and let Lupo rest for now… though it was clear he intended to pick things back up later that night.
Seeing this, Lupo wanted to protest. After all, since noon until late afternoon, her poor ass had been mercilessly tormented by Allen's fierce cock.
"Hey, Annette," Allen said as he leaned in and kissed her. Annette could still smell his body—mixed with the scent of Lupo and lingering traces of their juices—and it stirred a faint heat inside her.
"You all can keep chatting, we'll step out for a bit," Raviel said with a knowing smile.
"Okay… thanks," Annette replied to Raviel and the others before turning back to Allen. She handed him a CD drive.
"What's this?" Allen asked, his tone curious.
"It's the latest data on William's G-Virus research," Annette answered casually.
"Ohhh… so you really managed to pull it off," Allen said, hugging her tightly.
"You seem pretty excited to hear that, Allen," Annette teased, smiling at his reaction.
"Well… honestly, I'm even happier that you're here than I am about the G-Serum news," Allen admitted.
Annette could tell Allen was being sincere—especially since his hands were busy squeezing her ass instead of reaching for the flash drive in her hand.
Without warning, Allen scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward his room. The suddenness of it made Annette gasp in surprise.
"Allen! Put me down, I can walk on my own!" she protested.
"No… you know I've missed you. I'm not letting you go," Allen replied firmly.
"And what about this data?" she asked, still holding the CD drive up.
"We can talk about that later… after we finish something else," Allen said with a mischievous grin.
Annette bit her lip playfully, fully understanding what he meant by something else—and of course, it could only be something naughty.
Allen pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder, still carrying Annette in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Her cheeks flushed; she wasn't used to being handled so boldly, and yet, her body didn't resist—it almost melted into his hold.
He laid her gently on the bed, but instead of moving away, Allen leaned over her, his hands resting firmly on her hips.
"You're still holding onto that CD drive?" he teased, brushing a kiss along her jaw.
Annette glanced at the small device still clutched in her fingers, then back at Allen's smoldering gaze. With a soft laugh, she tossed it aside onto the nightstand. "There. No more excuses."
"That's better," Allen murmured before pressing his lips to hers—slow, deliberate, but filled with the hunger he'd been holding back.
Annette gasped into the kiss, her hands instinctively clutching his shirt. His scent, his warmth, the way his body pressed into hers—it all made her heart race.
When his hand slid down, squeezing her ass again with unashamed possession, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Allen… you really did miss me."
"You have no idea," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and teasing.