Seeing himself at gunpoint, Dr. Greg raised his trembling hands. Meanwhile, Allen calmly sat in the chair in front of Greg's computer. He then inserted the flash drive he brought to copy all of the professor's research data. It didn't take long before he obtained everything he was looking for.
"Hmmm, it seems you've been hiding quite a lot of secrets here, Professor," Allen sneered as he pulled out the flash drive after all the files had been copied. "But unfortunately, Spencer has already been aware of your every move."
Allen's words made Greg's face turn pale. He wanted to curse the man in front of him, but his tongue was tied. Especially since the gun he had hidden under the desk had already been found and secured by Allen.
"A-are you going to kill me…?" Greg asked in a trembling voice, filled with fear.
"Ohh, don't worry, Professor." Allen gave a thin smile. "I was only asked to retrieve your research. As for killing you, it seems Sergei never mentioned that."
Allen stood up, preparing to leave. For a moment, Greg let out a sigh of relief. But suddenly—
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot echoed. Greg screamed loudly, collapsing to the floor while clutching his bleeding thigh. "Ahhhhhh… why!" he cried out in despair.
"Think of it as a warning," Allen said coldly. "Next time, don't even think of playing games with Umbrella."
Without looking back, Allen left the room—he didn't want to waste any more time with that man.
Dr. Greg, lying on the floor, clenched his teeth. Deep inside, he swore that one day he would find that man and kill him… once he completed his own Tyrant project.
...
Meanwhile, in a bar in Raccoon City, the members of S.T.A.R.S. had gathered to relax. The lively atmosphere was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as they enjoyed drinks after a long day. Jill and Rebecca were also there, joining in the merriment, though one person was noticeably absent: Albert Wesker. As usual, he preferred to keep his distance from his subordinates.
That day, the S.T.A.R.S. team had just finished an intense training session that Wesker himself had instructed. The training was actually a special request from Chief Brian Irons, who was preparing them for an upcoming investigation in the Arklay Mountains. With this preparation, Brian hoped the team would be able to produce a satisfying report—enough to calm the growing protests from Raccoon City's citizens regarding the string of mysterious incidents that had been happening lately.
However, unlike the official purpose, Wesker had other plans. He didn't care about the citizens' protests, nor did he care about S.T.A.R.S.' reputation. Behind his dark sunglasses, Wesker intended to use his own teammates as pawns to gather valuable data on Umbrella's biological weapons. Data that he would one day sell to Umbrella's enemies—while also securing his golden ticket to escape from the shadow of the very corporation he served.
At the bar, Mark and Kevin had just arrived. With a cheerful face, Mark immediately greeted Chris, who was already sitting there.
"Hey, buddy! I heard your team has been really busy lately. Something big going on, huh?" he said while grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a gulp.
Chris just sighed, then drank from his own bottle.
"I don't want to talk about it," he replied shortly. He then opened another bottle, his eyes looking tired.
"The training we've been put through really drains us. Feels like a dog forced to train from day to night. I'm even a little jealous of you, being able to just sit around in the office."
Mark chuckled lightly, leaning back in his seat.
"Ohh… don't tell me this has something to do with those missing people lately? If this keeps up, this city's going to turn into a ghost town real soon."
Kevin, who came along with him, added in a gloomy tone,
"My neighbor also disappeared in the Arklay Mountains. They just went for a picnic, and… never came back."
That statement made both Mark and Chris fall silent. Neither of them expected the case to have gotten this serious.
Bob, one of the Special Rescue team members sitting not far from them, finally spoke up.
"I've got a friend who swore he saw something in Arklay. He said… a monster. He claimed that creature ate its victims alive. At first, I didn't believe it, thought it was just nonsense. But now… after this case keeps getting worse, I'm starting to believe there's something suspicious out there."
Hearing that, everyone went silent. No one wanted to add anything more. Just small nods, a mutual agreement that this matter needed to be investigated further… but for now, it was best not to talk about it anymore.
"Hmmm… looks like I'll have to investigate this myself," came a feminine voice from the next table.
A blonde-haired woman with short hair, sipping her drink, turned toward them.
"Uhmm… and who's this beautiful lady?" asked Josep, one of the S.T.A.R.S. members, to Kevin. From her presence, he assumed the woman came together with Kevin.
Kevin just let out a breath and glanced at the woman briefly.
"She's Alyssa Ashcroft, reporter from Raccoon City Newspaper," he explained. Then with a half-joking tone, he added,
"You sure you wanna try talking to her? Believe me, she's not the type that's easy to approach."
But Josep still stood up and confidently walked toward Alyssa.
"Hey, pretty girl. Wanna hang out with me?"
Alyssa turned to him briefly, then coldly replied,
"No."
"Ah… okay." Josep scratched his head awkwardly, then quickly went back to his seat.
Laughter erupted from the S.T.A.R.S. table. Barry, chuckling while patting the table, said,
"Hey, Josep, you're not Allen. So don't expect women to fall straight into your arms."
Jill, who heard her husband's name mentioned, just shook her head slightly, not really reacting to the joke. Meanwhile, Rebecca quickly looked down, her face turning red, clearly embarrassed when Allen's name came up again in their conversation.
Not long after, a waitress came up to Alyssa. It was Cindy Lennox.
"Ma'am, here's your order," Cindy said as she set a bottle of beer and a slice of pie on the table.
"Thank you," Alyssa replied, handing her a tip before returning to her notes.
Not long after that, the bar's door swung open. This time, the ones who entered were Allen, accompanied by Hera.
"Well, speak of the devil. The guy we were just talking about shows up—and look, he's got another wife with him, hahaha!" Barry, already half-drunk, shouted.
The moment Jill saw Allen, she immediately stood up and greeted him with a kiss on the lips. The atmosphere in the bar instantly soured, as if Allen had just thrown dog shit right in front of everyone.
"Hey, honey, how was training? Was it tiring?" Allen asked softly.
"Yeah… a little," Jill replied, then led Allen and Hera over to the girls' table.
Allen then sat down beside Rebecca. Without hesitation, he kissed her on the lips as well. Rebecca was startled at first but eventually closed her eyes and accepted the kiss.
Allen's actions once again left Barry and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. members shocked, their expressions turning even more sour.
"Oh God… why is the world so unfair," Joseph muttered as he downed his beer and ordered another.
Barry, watching him, burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! Looks like every single one of our female S.T.A.R.S. members has fallen to Allen. Hey, Allen! I hope you'll treat us to a round in celebration."
Hearing Barry's words, Allen nodded.
"Of course. Drinks are on me this time."
The whole team instantly cheered in excitement and ordered more booze. Chris, too, added another beer to his hand with a satisfied grin—yeah, he'd already gotten used to this kind of situation.
Meanwhile, Alyssa only observed Allen from her seat. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, and she couldn't stop herself from wanting to keep watching.
Allen, at that moment, was ordering food. Enrico Marini, the captain of Bravo Team, turned to him and asked,
"Hey Allen, I heard you're going to be working with S.T.A.R.S. as a medical officer for Bravo Team. Weren't you working at Umbrella? What exactly happened?"
Allen replied with a mock sad tone, "Well, how should I put it… let's just say they weren't satisfied with my performance, so they transferred me to Special Rescue."
Rebecca, hearing that, tried to cheer him up, while Jill and Hera looked rather upset. Seeing his wives getting worked up, Allen leaned closer and whispered the truth to them, which calmed them back down.
Barry chimed in, "Don't worry, Allen. I'm sure they're the ones who'll regret transferring you to our team."
"Thanks, buddy," Allen answered with a smile.
Alyssa, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, perked up the moment she heard that Allen had worked at Umbrella. Seeing this as a scoop, she rose from her seat and walked over to him.
"Sir, you mentioned you worked for the Umbrella Corporation? Are there any special medicines currently being developed there?"
"You're right. But why would a beautiful young lady like you be curious about that?" Allen said after taking a sip of his beer.
"I just wanted to ask, that's all. By the way, my name's Alyssa Ashcroft. I'm a journalist. Here's my business card," Alyssa introduced herself, handing over her card with her contact number on it.
"And if you'd like a private interview, you can reach me at this number," she added, winking playfully.
"Of course, if I have some free time, I'll be sure to call you, Miss Ashcroft," Allen replied smoothly, accepting her card and winking back.
Watching her husband flirt so casually, Jill and Hera pinched Allen's thigh under the table, but of course, he didn't even flinch at their gentle attempts.
Alyssa quickly excused herself, her face slightly flushed—afraid that if she lingered any longer, her heart wouldn't be able to take it.
It seems there isn't a woman alive who can withstand my charm, Allen thought smugly to himself.
Meanwhile, Jill, Hera, and Rebecca silently agreed that their man was far too dangerous to be left unattended for long, and decided to take him back to the apartment as soon as their meal was over.
.....
Meanwhile in the apartment there were moaning sounds from Rebecca, as currently her ass was now being pounded hard by Allen.
"Uhmm ahh... ahh... Allen slow down....oh god..." she felt like her body was being split in half from below as Allen's cock was taking her ass her virginity.
Plop...plop...plop...
But soon Rebecca starts to enjoy it and asks Allen to move his waist faster.
"Ahhh... yess harder fuck my ass harder".
Rebecca said while sticking out her tongue.
Allen who saw Rebecca like this also kissed her lips passionately, their saliva swapped and their tongues wrapped around each other like a snake.
Fifteen minutes later Allen climaxed in her ass, Rebecca could feel that Allen's juices were swimming in her intestines.
But Allen with his endless stamina continued to move his waist quickly to pound her ass.
"Uhhhh.... ahhh.. ahh..yess" her eyes rolled upwards at that and felt her mind go blank, resulting in her peeing and wetting the floor.
Their actions are really perverted and anyone who sees them now will definitely get horny.
Allen then brought Rebecca towards the balcony window and there—this time Allen thrust his cock into her pussy with the same fast movements where he hit her asshole.
Meanwhile, in the next building, Ada Wong is watching Allen's activities from a distance. Her gaze was interrupted when she found Allen having intimate sex with Rebecca inside her apartment.
She initially wanted to stop her observation with her binoculars, but when she clearly saw the size of Allen's penis that was like an adult's hand entering the ass of a girl whose body was even smaller than hers she was shocked.
"Hiss... how can something that size fit so easily into someone's ass" Ada said as she tried to hold her ass "what's more it looks like she's really enjoying it".
And now she could clearly see the size of Allen's cock when he brought Rebecca towards the window and impaled her pussy hard.
It was noticeable that her belly seemed to expand when his entire penis went inside her womb.
Ada really wanted to stop watching them but her body seemed to refuse her command and she reflexively touched her pussy and rubbed herself with her fingers to her clitoris area.
Ada could feel that her panties were now wet and her juices were soaking the floor.
Seeing this and feeling it was already too late for her to stop, she then decided to continued watching them.
"It's been three hours... does that guy really have endless stamina," Ada muttered to herself, feeling a little sorry for Rebecca whose body seemed to be limp, almost losing consciousness.
Allen, on the other hand, felt that he was being watched. But he never felt the need to worry about it. As long as the peeping tom was a man, the protective collar worn by his partner would make anyone who tried to peep blind or even die. That way, Allen could guarantee that his women were always safe from the prying eyes of other men.
"I'm going to cum Rebecca".
Plop....plop...plop...
"Ahhh.... yes cum inside me fill my baby room with your juice Allen"
Hearing that Allen also released his juice inside her womb for the 9th time there.
"Uhhh...." Rebecca passed out after that with a smiling face and tongue still coming out of her mouth.
Allen also withdrew his cock and from both of her holes flowed yogurt flowing like a river from both pussy and asshole that were spread wide.
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