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At night in the apartment provided by Umbrella, the sound of Annette's moans echoed from inside Allen's room. Allen kept shaking his hips, slamming into Annette's ass hard without mercy.
"Ohh~ ahh… ahh… yes… my ass~" Annette felt her anus stretching and tightening each time Allen's cock slid in and out. She loved every second of it, the intense pressure building deep inside her.
Plop!… plop!… plop!…
After more than half an hour of Allen pounding her ass relentlessly, he finally felt the edge approaching. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, pushing him closer to release.
"Ohhh… yes… I'm gonna cum, Annette!" Allen groaned, his voice thick with lust. He sprayed thick loads of his hot cum deep inside her anus, filling her up completely.
Annette sensed the warm rush flooding her insides, swirling in her belly like a wave of heat. It pushed her over the brink too—she came hard, squirting wildly and soaking the bed sheets beneath them. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.
"I want you to crawl for me," Allen said, his tone commanding yet playful. He wanted her on all fours, ready for more. Annette obeyed without hesitation, getting into position like a good girl. This was one of Allen's favorite ways to take her—doggy style let him see and reach both her holes easily, giving him full control.
Allen lined up and thrust his cock into Annette's dripping pussy from behind, making her body jolt forward with the force. When the tip pierced through her cervix, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside, Annette couldn't hold back. She climaxed instantly, squirting again in a gush that left her thighs slick.
Plop… plop… plop…
"Fuck… fuck… ahhh… yes, keep fucking me, deeper… don't stop, darling~!" Annette cried out, her voice breaking with need. She didn't want this bliss to end; she craved being fucked until her mind went completely blank, lost in the sensation.
Allen gave her exactly what she begged for. His hips moved like a piston, relentless and powerful, ramming into her womb with unyielding force. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her core, making her toes curl and her fingers grip the sheets.
Slap…
"A-ahhh yes, slap me again, darling~!"
Slap…
Her big breasts swung and bounced wildly every time Allen's pelvis smacked against her ass, the sharp sounds mixing with their heavy breaths and moans. The sting of his hand on her skin only heightened the pleasure, making her pussy clench tighter around him.
"Ahhh I'm gonna cum again, darling!" Allen groaned, his pace faltering as the pressure built.
"Yes, cum inside me! I want our baby to enjoy your hot load inside~" Annette moaned back, her own climax building fast. She could feel it coiling tight in her belly, ready to explode.
And splash—they came together in perfect sync. Annette's legs stretched out straight, her toes curling uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her body collapsed limply onto the bed, arms and legs giving out completely, leaving her sprawled weakly across the damp sheets, utterly spent.
But Allen wasn't done yet. His hunger burned on, and he flipped her body over with ease, thrusting into her pussy and then her tight ass alternately. He came inside her again and again, each release pushing her further into overload. Annette's eyes blurred, unable to focus as her overly sensitive pussy and ass throbbed from the nonstop pounding. She gasped and whimpered, her body a live wire of sensation.
"Ahh… no… ahh, I-I'm going crazy," Annette gasped, feeling her uterus and anus being stirred and hammered by Allen's thick cock. Every switch between holes made her twitch and cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure blurring into something addictive.
Allen fucked her even more brutally now, his hands roaming her body. He didn't forget her hardened nipples, pinching and twisting them before leaning down to suck and lick like a starving man. His mouth latched on, tongue flicking over the peaks, drawing more moans from her lips even as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
He kept at it for over four hours straight, driving her to faint from the sheer intensity. When he finally slowed, Annette lay there passed out, her belly swollen from all his cum, her skin marked with bite marks and red handprints—evidence of their wild night.
The next morning, Annette woke up feeling sore all over, like she'd run a marathon. Her legs trembled beneath her, shaky and weak as if they'd forgotten how to function properly. Just like the nights before, every step was a struggle, her muscles protesting with sharp twinges. She groaned softly, rubbing her thighs, but a small smile tugged at her lips. Deep down, she wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Does he not realize we're busy with the seminar today?" Annette grumbled under her breath, a mix of irritation and that reluctant fondness bubbling up. After all, she had enjoyed every brutal, blissful second of last night, no matter how it left her wrecked.
She dragged herself to the bathroom, her steps unsteady, legs wobbling like jelly. The hot shower helped ease some of the ache, steam filling the air as water cascaded over her bruised skin. Thanks to the super-soldier serum coursing through her veins, her body healed faster than a normal person's—but even that couldn't erase the deep throb in her ass right away. It pulsed with every movement, making sitting or walking a deliciously uncomfortable reminder of Allen's passion.
When she finally emerged, dressed in her work clothes that hugged her curves just right, she found Allen lounging in the living room. He looked completely relaxed, sipping coffee like he hadn't just ruined her for the day.
"Allen, let's go. If we don't hurry, we'll be late," she said firmly, trying to sound authoritative despite the slight limp in her gait.
"Don't you want breakfast first?" he asked, that signature smirk playing on his lips as he eyed her up and down.
Annette snatched a sandwich from the table, taking a quick bite. The flavors burst on her tongue, but she was too focused on the clock to savor it.
"I can eat on the way. Come on."
Allen raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her legs. "You're walking funny. Legs sore? Or maybe that tight ass of yours still tender?"
Her face flushed hot, cheeks burning as memories of the night flooded back. "Shut up, Allen! I just don't want us to be late for this thing."
He chuckled, low and teasing, rising to his feet with that confident swagger of his. "You could've just asked me to carry you, you know. It's a husband's duty to take care of his wife after a night like that."
Annette huffed, crossing her arms as she marched toward the door on those shaky legs. "Not happening." But inside, his words sent a warm flutter through her, mixing with the lingering ache.
Allen only laughed, that playful glint in his eye as he followed her out to the car. As usual, Svetlana waited behind the wheel, her expression neutral as she nodded to them. The engine hummed to life, ready to whisk them off to the seminar, but Annette couldn't shake the secret thrill of what the night had done to her—or the promise of more to come.
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Meanwhile, at the hotel where Excella was staying, she seemed to be talking with her father about something. "Umbrella Medical Research is indeed superior, but they are not yet at the stage to monopolize the global business, we still have a chance if we get more resources, I could even develop medicines better than what Umbrella has created," said Excella after seeing the information she had obtained from their exchange.
"You know that the main family will not give us more resources, and even if you insist you will not get that opportunity," said Gionne, Excella's father. "Unless you are willing to marry one of the Travis family, maybe we could get more resources so you can do what you want," he added while drinking an expensive wine.
Excella then stopped in her tracks and looked at her father coldly. "Marry the Travis family just to get a small amount of resources? Do you think women are bargaining goods? Doesn't the Gionne family feel ashamed of this?"
Her father was speechless hearing his daughter's words. "We have no choice. And the Gionne family will not hesitate to sacrifice you to advance this family. But I will give you a choice — make the Gionne family grow independently, or you marry one of the Travis family directly."
Hearing her father's words, Excella felt a little disappointed. Why were all the men in her family the same, thinking that she was just something to be used and traded away so easily? She also had dreams that she wanted to achieve in her life.
But in the middle of their argument, the door to their hotel room suddenly knocked. When it opened, Curtis was standing there.
"Hello, I just came to let you know the seminar is about to begin. Are you ready?"
"Yes, we'll be heading there soon," Excella replied curtly, masking the sadness in her heart. She was not a weak woman, and she wouldn't simply give up just because of a few words from her father.
At this moment, inside one of Umbrella's internal council facilities. The room itself was massive, big enough to hold hundreds of people, yet only a handful were present—those who were truly influential in certain fields and granted the privilege to attend.
On the stage, standing elegantly at the podium, was Excella.
"At this time, our company is developing a military-grade medicine capable of healing bleeding wounds and infections. We've named this product Strong First Aid Med."
She then demonstrated on stage with a volunteer, cutting the person's hand slightly. After spraying the medicine, the wound seemed to dry and close almost instantly.
Isn't this the same kind of item the characters use in the games? If I remember right, Umbrella already developed something similar before, but they scrapped it since not many people were actually interested, Allen thought to himself.
"As you can see, no ordinary medical bandage used across the world could ever match the effects of what we've developed. If this medicine is successfully mass-produced, there will be many nations eager to purchase and place large orders."
But the audience remained silent, clearly uninterested. While Excella's product was indeed impressive and revolutionary, her EQ was far too low—she couldn't read the reality of the market.
"Your product is good, no doubt about that. But if you're trying to sell it to the military, I'm afraid it's pointless. Don't you realize it's far more profitable to create something that boosts a soldier's combat effectiveness? No matter how good your medicine is, if a soldier gets shot in the head or loses an organ, won't your product become useless then?" Allen remarked.
The people in the room nodded in agreement, and some even laughed at his blunt statement.
"You—!" Excella wanted to snap back at Allen, but his words were spot-on, leaving her with no solid counterargument—especially when the audience sided with him.
"Does your company have a product like that?" Renaldo asked, intrigued.
"I'm sorry, but we can't reveal anything on that matter—it's company confidential," Curtis replied with a smile. He was more than satisfied seeing Allen embarrass Excella so effortlessly.
"Here's a thought—why don't you try developing something like an anti-cancer drug instead? And if you really want to break into the military market, I suggest shifting toward the weapons sector. They'd be far more interested in buying that than your Strong First Aid Med."
Annette, sitting next to Allen, laughed softly, feeling rather proud of how easily Allen had humiliated the arrogant woman.
But on the podium, Excella shot back at Allen in a firm voice.
"Isn't the answer simple? Cancer is an incurable disease. Even in cases where patients do recover through certain treatment techniques, it's nothing more than coincidence. And as for entering the weapons market—sorry, but our company is a pharmaceutical enterprise, not a tech company like yours."
"Huh, what a shame. I'm starting to doubt your so-called Master's in medicine. You graduated in genetics, didn't you? Or did you forget the basics? Maybe your degree was bought?" Allen replied sharply.
Annette and Svetlana exchanged confused glances. Why was Allen so intent on provoking this woman? Did he have some kind of plan?
"Don't spout nonsense! And don't accuse me carelessly!" Excella snapped, her patience wearing thin. Why does this man keep mocking me? she thought, growing more uneasy as it felt like Allen was deliberately trying to bait her.
"You said cancer is hard to cure, right? But haven't we already identified the cause? It's because human cells simply aren't strong enough to fight off cancer cells, leading to immune system failure. All we need to do is slightly strengthen human cells so the immune system doesn't collapse." Allen answered in a professional tone.
Excella was taken aback by his statement, but quickly tried to throw it back at him.
"You're talking as if you've already found a solution. Are you just spouting nonsense?"
"Well, if you're curious, why don't I show you directly?" Allen said, glancing at Curtis.
Curtis nodded, then brought over a lab mouse that had been injected with cancer cells. The mouse looked frail and weak.
Allen walked to the podium carrying his suitcase, which held a vial of serum. Annette was startled—since when had Allen developed a serum to cure cancer? If only she knew this drug was a semi-derivative of his super soldier serum that he extracted from Heart-Shaped Herb from Wakanda, mixed with a small dose of the Extremis Virus. In short, the serum was a diluted version of it, combined with several other compounds.
Excella frowned at the sight of the medicine Allen carried.
"This mouse was previously injected with cancer cells," Allen explained, handing over documents and showing the prepared X-ray equipment as proof.
He injected the mouse with a precise dose and placed it back inside the observation chamber.
"Now we wait a few minutes."
The audience, intrigued, kept their eyes glued to the X-ray monitor.
"You seem very confident in your treatment," Excella remarked, both doubtful and curious.
Allen didn't respond—he simply sat down, tidied his equipment, and waited.
After fifteen minutes, the X-ray screen revealed that the cancer cells were beginning to disappear. The white blood cells in the mouse aggressively consumed the cancer cells until none remained.
Soon after, the mouse stood up, moving slowly at first, then gradually regaining energy until it was acting normally again.
The entire audience was stunned by the effectiveness of the treatment and broke into applause.
Thirty minutes later, further scans confirmed the mouse was completely cancer-free.
Excella stared in shock—this discovery would make the entire world rejoice. If she could get her hands on this medicine, she knew she would be unstoppable.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Allen, now full of admiration and desire. She had forgotten all about being humiliated earlier. For the first time, she truly looked at Allen's face—and realized he was incredibly handsome. More than that, he was a genius who had just demonstrated the impossible.
She wanted this man for herself.
Her gaze now carried a dangerously obsessive, almost yandere-like intensity.
"T-this… how is this possible? Are you sure you're not tricking us?" one of Tricell's members asked.
"This is only a product test. It hasn't been tested on humans yet. The drug is still experimental and not perfect yet," Allen explained, though his explanation didn't seem very detailed because he was honestly too lazy to explain it further. He also had no intention of telling them that the drug had a dangerous side effect—if the dosage was wrong, the patient could literally explode like a bomb.
Even so, this breakthrough would go down in history as a milestone in medical science.
Excella stepped closer to Allen.
"Dr. Winters, aren't you proud of this discovery?"
"No, unfortunately, I consider it a failed product—it's far from perfect," Allen replied casually, meeting her gaze.
But Excella, now obsessed with him, only wanted to know him more.
Before she could say anything, her father cut in.
"Dr. Allen, I believe we can collaborate to further develop this drug. Leave the issue of toxicity to us—we're experts in that area. Once it's finished, we'll only ask for 40% of the profits. For production, we'll cover the costs ourselves. It's a very generous offer," Renaldo proposed, clearly experienced in business and eager to expand the Gionne and Travis family influence.
Curtis quickly stepped in to back Allen.
"Apologies, Mr. Gionne, but this is classified company research. If you want to negotiate, you'll need to go through the proper channels first."
"Sorry, Mr. Gionne, but I'm not interested in your offer. I can complete this research on my own. That's all I wanted to show you, gentlemen. Have a nice day—I have another engagement to attend. Goodbye," Allen said, stepping down from the stage.
He left the hall with Annette and Svetlana by his side.
To Allen, his little demonstration was more than enough to capture Excella's interest. He was certain it wouldn't be long before she tried to contact him personally.
Inside the car, Allen was riding with Annette toward Umbrella's underground laboratory—Svetlana was, of course, the one behind the wheel.