Seeing Ada sleeping inside the fusion tube made Allen think about Leon for a moment.
Actually, Allen felt a little guilty. After all, it seemed like Leon might end up single now that he had basically stolen the woman who was supposed to be his future wife—though the guilt was only slight.
'Wait… but Leon and Ada's relationship could basically be called toxic anyway. Leon keeps simping for her while Ada keeps running away from him. Well… if anything, Leon should probably be thanking me.'
Meanwhile, a young man who had just finished his shooting test suddenly sneezed loudly.
"Did someone just talk about me or something?" Leon said in confusion.
"Hey Leon, are you alright? Are you feeling a little unwell?" an instructor asked, concerned about Leon's condition after he suddenly sneezed like that.
Leon simply shook his head.
"I'm fine, sir. I just feel a little cold," he replied, not wanting to risk failing the test he had been waiting for all this time. He had trained so hard to achieve the best score in the academy.
"How about you take a short break? I know you've been working hard, Leon. And of course, I don't want my best student to collapse," the instructor said.
Hearing his instructor's words, Leon nodded and followed the advice.
"Thank you, sir," Leon said.
...
While Allen was waiting for his three girls, who were in the middle of merging with his serum, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
When Allen opened it, he was surprised to see Alyssa standing there, her arms crossed as if she was demanding an explanation. She must have overheard part of his earlier conversation, though it seemed she hadn't caught the full details.
"Hey, Alyssa, what's up?" Allen said casually, acting as if he had nothing to hide.
Alyssa's eyes immediately shifted toward the capsules, where Ada, Rebecca, and Svetlana were sleeping inside the nutrient pods.
"I demand an explanation about what you're doing to them. Are you running some kind of illegal experiment here? How could you do this—aren't they your lovers and your friends, Allen!?" she said, her voice filled with emotion and disbelief at what she was seeing.
"Hey, Alyssa, calm down first. I'm not doing the kind of illegal experiment you're thinking about. Come inside—we can talk in my office," Allen said, gesturing for her to step in.
"Then what is this?" Alyssa asked, pointing directly at the women inside the capsules.
He obviously heard Alyssa's question, but Allen simply walked into his office and sat down on the sofa, looking completely relaxed.
"Come sit here first," he suggested.
Alyssa hesitated for a moment, confused by how calm he seemed. But as a professional reporter, she wasn't someone who was easily intimidated. She also had a pistol tucked inside her pocket—if Allen tried anything suspicious, she wouldn't hesitate to shoot him.
Still, she eventually walked in and sat down next to him.
Allen glanced at her.
"So, which explanation do you want first?" he asked.
"Tell me what you're really doing," Alyssa demanded.
"Alright, so…" Allen began explaining everything about his serum—why he created it in the first place, how it worked to enhance the physical condition of the women close to him, and how Alex, Jill, and Lupo were also using similar versions of it.
After listening, Alyssa couldn't help but feel a little impressed—and even intrigued by the Serum. She wanted to know more. Naturally, Allen happily showed her the data on its creation, and thanks to Wednesday's assistance, he didn't need to go into tedious technical details.
Amazed by his breakthrough, Alyssa stared at him. "Allen, you realize your discovery could revolutionize humanity. Why won't you publish this to the public? You'd become famous for this."
Allen suddenly grabbed Alyssa's pen recorder and crushed it. Alyssa, caught off guard, gasped in shock at his action. "Allen, what the hell are you doing!" she exclaimed, angered that their recorded conversation was now destroyed.
But Allen ignored her outrage, locking eyes with her instead, his expression serious. "Listen, Alyssa. I need you to keep this a secret. Don't spread it to the public."
"Why? Your discovery could help so many people," Alyssa asked, genuinely confused.
"I'm a selfish man, Alyssa. I don't care about that. What matters to me are the people close to me. And you, as my friend, I hope you can understand this selfishness of mine," Allen said softly, reaching out and brushing Alyssa's chin with his fingers.
Alyssa froze, her heart pounding from both his words and the way he touched her so gently.
"Fine, I'll keep this a secret—consider it payback for letting me stay at your place," Alyssa said, her cheeks flushed red.
"Oh? Then what about finishing your partner's case?" Allen replied. His throat was dry and he felt a little thirsty, but right now his eyes were fixed on Alyssa—she was the only one with him in the apartment.
Allen's gaze lingered on her slender figure, long legs, and teasingly shaped hips. At 5'9" with a modest B-cup breast, she looked irresistible in that thin white shirt that clung to her skin, making him want to devour her on the spot.
Alyssa caught Allen staring right at her, and she bit her lower lip with a sly smile—honestly, she wouldn't mind at all if he gave in to that raw hunger building inside him. She rose from her seat slowly, her fingers working each button of her shirt open one by one, revealing more of her smooth skin with every pop.
Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down her hips, kicking them aside. Now she stood there almost bare, just a skimpy G-string clinging to her curves, her body on full display for him in the soft light of the room.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Alyssa teased, her voice low and playful, eyes locked on his with a challenging spark.
Allen wasn't about to wait for another invitation. He jumped up, yanking off his shirt and shoving down his pants in a rush, until he was totally naked, his hard cock standing at attention.
In the next instant, their mouths collided in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues thrusting and twisting together like they couldn't get enough, the wet smacks filling the quiet space around them.
His hands knew just what to do, sliding up to cup her full breasts, thumbs rolling over her stiff nipples and pinching them lightly to make her squirm. Alyssa let out a soft moan right into his mouth as her own hand trailed down his chest, wrapping around his pulsing shaft and giving it a firm, slow stroke from base to tip.
Allen's palms then gripped her tight ass cheeks, kneading the flesh before he scooped her up effortlessly and perched her on the edge of his cluttered work desk, papers scattering a bit under her weight.
They dove back into the kiss, but Allen pulled away soon after, his lips brushing hot trails down the curve of her neck, nipping gently at her skin.
He kept going lower, mouth finding her breasts and latching onto one nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it while his hand teased the other. Alyssa arched her back, breathing heavy, as he lavished attention on her chest before dropping to his knees.
His strong hands parted her thighs wide, exposing her completely, and he leaned in close. His tongue flicked out, tracing along her swollen, dripping pussy lips, tasting her sweetness and pulling a sharp, needy gasp from her throat.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Allen ate her out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep into her folds, lapping at her clit and sucking it between his lips while his fingers dug into her thighs to hold her steady.
Alyssa's head fell back against the wall behind the desk, her fingers tangling in his hair and tugging him closer, urging him to bury his face even deeper between her legs as waves of pleasure built inside her. It didn't take long—maybe five minutes of his relentless attention—before she felt that tight coil in her belly ready to snap.
"Ahh... yes, Allen, don't stop—I'm gonna cum so hard," she moaned, her voice breaking with desperation.
Moments later, her orgasm hit like a storm, her body convulsing as she flooded his mouth with her release. Allen drank it all down greedily, not missing a drop, while she trembled and shook, more of her juices spilling out in hot spurts that left her breathless and spent.
"I need your cock in me now," Alyssa panted, her chest heaving as she pulled him up by the shoulders, eyes wild with fresh want. "Fuck my pussy hard—make me feel every inch."
"Got it," Allen growled, rising to his feet with a grin. He gripped his thick cock and rubbed the swollen head against her soaked entrance, slicking himself up with her arousal until she was whimpering for more. Then, with one powerful thrust, he drove his full length straight into her clenching heat, burying himself to the hilt in a single, forceful push.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Ahhh... mmm... oh shit, yes—harder, deeper!" Alyssa cried out, her nails scraping down his back.
It was unlike anything she'd felt before; his cock plunged so far in, battering past her cervix and filling her womb completely, stretching her walls to the limit and making her feel utterly claimed, like she might break apart from the intense pleasure-pain of it all.
Meanwhile, Lupo had just returned from picking Sherry up from school. The moment she opened the apartment door, she could hear Alyssa's loud moans echoing through the place. Since Allen's workspace wasn't soundproofed, it was impossible to miss. Lupo wanted to curse him for not doing it in his bedroom instead, figuring he could at least keep the noise contained there without turning the whole building into a show.
Quickly, she covered Sherry's ears and closed the door again, making sure not to let any more of those explicit sounds reach the innocent kid.
"What's going on, big sis?" Sherry asked innocently, tilting her head with that pure curiosity that tugged at Lupo's protective instincts.
"Nothing, Sherry. How about we go downstairs? I want to introduce you to some of my coworkers," Lupo answered smoothly, forcing a casual smile to brush off the awkwardness and keep things light.
Sherry, still confused but trusting as always, just nodded without pressing further. Without wasting any time, Lupo led her away to the lower floor of the apartment building, putting distance between them and the heated chaos upstairs.
Allen didn't forget to suck on her nipples, biting and squeezing her breasts with a firm grip that made her arch into him, savoring the way her soft flesh responded to his touch.
"Ahh! Yes, Allen, bite them harder!" Alyssa moaned, her voice rising in desperate encouragement, lost in the sharp sting that blended so perfectly with her building pleasure.
Allen thrust his hips faster, their bodies slapping together as his balls smacked loudly against her ass, the rhythmic impacts echoing in the room like a primal drumbeat.
"Ahh… ahh… Allen… I fucking love your big cock," Alyssa cried out in a lewd voice. At this point, it felt like she couldn't live without it anymore, her entire being craving the fullness and power he brought with every move.
Allen then lifted Alyssa's body, pressing her against the glass chamber where Ada was still asleep inside, her peaceful form a stark contrast to the frenzy outside, and began pounding her from behind with unyielding force.
Plop… plop… plop…
That only drove Alyssa crazier, making her climax again for the second time, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her pussy grew even more sensitive, every nerve ending on fire, but Allen's relentless hip movements never stopped, hammering her like some kind of eternal engine, breaking her mind into nothingness as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations.
Fifteen minutes later, Allen reached his peak, his muscles tensing as the pressure built to an explosive point.
"I'm gonna cum," Allen grunted, his voice rough with strain, before shooting deep inside Alyssa's womb, pulse after pulse filling her up.
"Wait… I'm not on the pill…" Alyssa whispered weakly, too softly for Allen to hear over the pounding of their hearts and heavy breaths.
"Fuck… ahhh! Ngnh! Yes, so hot!" Alyssa cried, feeling Allen's thick load flooding into her womb, as if it was fertilizing her eggs, the warmth spreading deep and claiming her in the most intimate way.
When Allen pulled out, he pressed his cock against her ass, not giving her a moment to recover from the intensity.
"Wait, Allen, not there—I've never—ahhh! Fuck… slower… ahhh!" Alyssa screamed as her anal virginity was taken, the sudden intrusion stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Her toes curled tightly while Allen forced himself in hard and fast, ignoring her pleas in favor of the tight grip around him.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
"Ahhh! Yes! Oh my god!.. My ass, Yes!.., I feel like I'm being split apart!" Alyssa moaned, tongue hanging out as the pain morphed into a twisted pleasure that had her pushing back for more.
Allen captured her tongue in a sloppy kiss while roughly squeezing her breasts that bounced with every slam of his hips, his fingers leaving red marks on her skin.
"I don't think I can live without your cock, Allen," Alyssa gasped, her words tumbling out in a haze of need and affection.
"Then just live with me forever," Allen replied. Of course, he had no intention of letting a woman like her go, already envisioning her as his in every way.
Hearing that, Alyssa felt her heart pound—she realized she had fallen in love with Allen, the realization hitting her like a thunderbolt amid the passion. She kissed him again passionately, even biting his neck to mark him, her nails digging into his skin to leave scratches that mirrored her growing obsession.
But Allen kept thrusting mercilessly into her ass, determined to ruin it and mold it so that only his cock would ever fit, reshaping her completely for his pleasure. Soon, he exploded inside her again, groaning as he released everything he had.
"Ough… yes… cum inside my ass," Alyssa moaned, her eyes now shaped like hearts, completely enamored and broken in the best possible way.
But their day wasn't over. Allen's stamina seemed endless, and he continued to pound both her pussy and ass for nearly four hours until Alyssa finally passed out on Allen's office sofa, her body limp from exhaustion.
By then, her body was in a chaotic state, covered in bite marks all over from head to toe, and now in her groin area, her pussy and asshole were still gaping open like they were breathing, with his cum spilling endlessly from both her holes like a river, pooling beneath her in a sticky mess.
Allen deliberately didn't move her to the bedroom—he wanted Ada, Rebecca, and Svetlana to see Alyssa's utterly ruined, helpless state, a deliberate display of his conquest.
Allen was truly perverted, leaving her in such a state for others to witness her vulnerability. Alyssa kept babbling in her delirium, moaning as if she were giving birth, her voice a mix of incoherent pleas and lingering ecstasy.
....
Since the day was still long, Allen decided to take a walk to get some fresh air. It was late afternoon, and the sun had already turned a golden yellow. As Allen strolled along, he spotted someone he thought he recognized—and it turned out to be Curtis.
"Hey, Curtis, why are you carrying such a huge box around?" Allen asked, confused.
"Ahh, hey Allen… this? I just got fired. By the way, what are you doing out here walking alone?" Curtis replied with a sad tone.
"Ahh, I'm just out enjoying some fresh air. But tell me, what happened? How did you end up getting fired?" Allen asked, puzzled, since in his mind, Curtis's work was far better than most researchers at Umbrella.
"It's because of Tricell's people—they reported me, and now my boss isn't satisfied," Curtis said gloomily.
"Wait… so this is because their cooperation with Umbrella fell through? Are they making you the scapegoat for that?" Allen asked. He didn't expect Excella to pull something like this, but honestly, Allen didn't care too much about Curtis's situation. Still, Curtis had a family, and Allen felt a little bad knowing the man could lose his job and wouldn't be able to provide for them.
"I don't know… sorry, Allen, but I can't stay here long," Curtis said, wanting to leave quickly. He was clearly still upset and uncertain about how he would support his family—especially now, when he needed money more than ever.
"Curtis, wait. How about I treat you to some coffee? I'd also like to discuss a little business with you," Allen said, coughing lightly. In truth, his real motive was to get closer to Curtis and eventually meet his beautiful younger sister.
"Hmmm… how about we talk at my house instead? My wife's already prepared dinner, and we're welcoming my sister tonight. I don't want to be late for that."
"You have a sister?" Allen asked, pretending to be surprised.
"A younger sister, yeah. She's on vacation right now and came to visit me."
"Are you sure it's okay? You know I'm…" Allen started, wanting to explain that he was an outsider.
"It's fine, come along. Besides, I wanted to invite you for dinner anyway," Curtis said, clearly already considering Allen a friend.
"Alright then, let me help you carry half of your stuff," Allen offered.
Curtis wanted to refuse, but since Allen insisted, he reluctantly accepted the help.
"Thanks," Curtis said.
"No problem," Allen replied.
And with that, they headed off toward Curtis's house, which wasn't too far away—only a few blocks from there.