"I just don't like the guy named Simmons there." Then Allen added "Working for them is quite dangerous you know. But maybe I can help you if you want" Allen suddenly invited Ada to offer help.
"Hehe, you're really interesting, Allen. Maybe I'll think about your offer later," she said, shaking her head as she let out a soft laugh.
"Anything else you want to ask?"
Well, Allen wasn't disappointed that Ada refused his offer. This was exactly as he expected—because if she were that easy to convince, then she wouldn't be Ada Wong.
"You said the G-serum sample isn't perfected yet, but can you get me a sample of the T-serum?"
"Of course, but how much are you willing to pay for it?" Allen asked in return.
"Oh… you're willing to help me that easily? Aren't you afraid I might report you to Spencer for leaking Umbrella's research?" Ada threatened with a charming smile.
"Nahh, I trust you won't do that. Besides, you'd become my enemy if you did," Allen's eyes grew serious as he stared at her.
"Ohhh, do you really think I'm someone trustworthy?" Ada wasn't afraid of Allen's now-serious gaze. In fact, she found herself captivated by it.
"Yeah, my instincts tell me you're someone I can trust," Allen replied, turning his face toward the TV news about the latest victims of mysterious disappearances.
"You're too naïve and foolish, Allen, trusting a woman like me just like that," Ada pouted at his answer and the way he turned his face away.
"Well… whatever, Ada. The point is, if you want the T-serum, I can give you the sample data. But as for the G-serum, forget it, because 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."
Allen then stood up, because Karen had just woken up and was looking for him.
"Good morning, love," Allen greeted.
"Morning," Karen replied with a smile.
They kissed tenderly that morning, right in front of Ada. Watching them, Ada felt as if someone had just thrown dog filth in her face. Without saying a word, she decided to head to the backyard, and Allen didn't try to stop her.
Although Ada was undeniably beautiful, Allen didn't feel the need to rush in winning her over. This woman was stubborn, vigilant, and far too cautious as a spy. He still had plenty of time.
During her two days staying at the villa, Ada occasionally wandered around the surrounding area. Meanwhile, Lupo had ordered some 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, close to 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. "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 shot out, piercing straight into the heads of three dogs at once.
The guards cheered, praising Artemis for her precise shots.
"Your wife is really skilled at hunting," Ada commented with a smile.
Allen gave a short nod. "Yeah, she's a master at that."
After that, Allen stepped into a room, and Ada followed him. He didn't seem to mind. Inside, he was assembling a weapon. Ada's eyes widened at the sight of so many weapons she had never seen before. Her gaze eventually settled on a grappling pistol.
"Interested in that one?" Allen asked, glancing at her. "If you want it, take it. Consider it a gift."
"Thanks," Ada replied, taking the pistol. "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. Don't underestimate the creatures in that place. Even my elite troops would have a hard time entering without casualties," Allen said seriously.
Ada blinked a few times, lips curving as though she wanted to tease him. But she knew—if she truly tried to seduce this man, she wasn't sure who would end up giving in first.
"Ohhh… so you do care about me?" she asked sweetly.
Allen gave her a faint smile as he 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 said, smiling playfully. "But… maybe I'll ask you to accompany me, if you're really that worried about me."
With that, Ada turned and left the room.
"What a troublesome woman…" Allen muttered, before focusing back on his weapon.
On the third day, Allen returned to Raccoon City, leaving Yoko behind with the guards at the villa. He went to the city with Artemis, Karen, and Ada. It would still take a few more days before the equipment prepared to steal Umbrella's data was fully ready to use.
In the meantime, Ada decided to part ways with Allen. Allen didn't force her to stay; it seemed that the persistent woman still hadn't given up on obtaining samples of the T-Virus and G-Virus.
.....
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.
...
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 flash 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.
....
Late in the afternoon at Allen's apartment.
The doorbell rang, prompting Tiamat—who had been tidying up—to head over and open the door. Standing there was a woman in a hoodie, hesitating at the entrance.
"Is Allen inside?" the woman asked, her voice carrying a hint of unease. Understandable—it was her first time meeting one of Allen's wives in person. And when she laid eyes on Tiamat's beauty, a wave of insecurity washed over her.
But after receiving the serum, her own appearance had changed drastically. Annette Birkin could easily hold her own against the women around Allen. With her long flowing hair, she looked like an older, more elegant version of Sherry—graceful and striking.
"Yes, Allen's inside. By the way… are you Allen's friend, or his lover?" Tiamat asked as she gestured for Annette to come in.
Annette froze for a moment, unsure how to answer.
"I… my name is Annette Birkin…"
Before she could finish, Raviel appeared with a bright smile.
"Ohhh, so you're Annette! I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm Raviel, and that's Tiamat. Don't worry—we won't be upset about you being Allen's lover."
Relief washed over Annette. Allen's wives really were as kind as they seemed. In fact, Raviel immediately struck up a lively conversation with her—asking how she met Allen, and even playfully prying into what kind of naughty things they had done together.
Annette completely forgot what she had originally come here to do, as she soon found herself enjoying the gossip with Raviel. Aphrodite and Hera eventually joined in as well, and before long Annette was already getting acquainted with the other women in the apartment. The only ones she hadn't met yet were Jill and Rebecca, who were still out 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 flash 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 flash 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 flash 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.
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