AN/: Hey, I'm back again. Ah… we've already passed 50 chapters now, but it looks like this book isn't attracting many readers at all. Honestly, that really disappoints me and makes me a little sad.
But well, I think I should give it a bit more time—maybe about two more weeks. If things are still the same, I might reduce my focus on this novel and switch to writing another story.
So if you don't want me to drop this story, please throw your power stones.
40 power stones = 1 bonus chapter for this week
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Not long after giving Allen a blowjob, Alex tried to fix her wrinkled clothes.
Alex actually wants to continue to the next stage and give her pussy. But because her health is getting worse so her body might not be able to satisfy Allen so— she has to be a little patient, because soon she will be cured by Allen serum after that maybe Allen can fuck her in bed for all day.
"I think I need to change my clothes, Allen," Alex said.
"You can try wearing Jill's clothes," he replied. "You're about the same size. I'm sure she won't mind."
"Yeah… this should fit," Alex said as she walked to Jill's wardrobe and picked out a few outfits to try.
After a while, she came back.
Allen had moved into the apartment's workroom. He was sitting at his desk, focused on his computer screen, reviewing data on his latest Super Soldier Serum.
"Alex, come here," he said. "I'll show you what might be my best work—maybe."
"Maybe?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah… there's still room for improvement," he answered casually.
Curious, Alex stepped closer and looked at the data on the screen.
Her eyes widened.
This wasn't like the T-virus.
It wasn't like the G-virus.
And it definitely wasn't anything Umbrella had created.
This serum was different—a refined formula designed to push human evolution forward without causing mutations or instability.
"Wow… Allen, you actually did it. And it looks like there are no side effects at all."
"It's going to work," Allen said confidently. "I already tested it using your DNA sample, and the results were impressive. I even tested it on a clone of you."
Alex pouted.
"You cloned me without asking?"
But her reaction quickly changed when she saw the full results.
The clone's physical strength, reflexes, and durability had surpassed even the latest Tyrant-Nemesis unit from Umbrella's French branch.
She stared at the screen, unable to hide her amazement.
"This is... incredible," she muttered, eyes glued to the screen. The clone could withstand small-caliber bullets without a scratch. But when hit by a rocket, its body was blown to pieces.
Still, concern began to show in her expression. "You really sacrificed such a valuable clone just for testing?"
Allen only smiled. "If we don't push it to its limits, how can we know how strong it truly is?"
He then added with a light chuckle, "And hey, don't forget—if you wear the nanotech suit I made for you, I doubt even a missile could penetrate your defenses."
Alex paused for a moment. She remembered the nano armor Allen had developed—made from a near-indestructible material. In her mind, she imagined herself wearing it, standing tall on the battlefield… a literal goddess of war, unstoppable.
But that thought quickly gave way to a more serious concern. Her smile faded as she looked at Allen, her tone dropping.
"Allen… you need to be careful with this If they know about this. Several major corporations—and even some governments, including Umbrella—they're all showing interest in your nanotech. And you know I worry about you. If they decide to target you… they won't play fair."
"Don't worry, I've already made all the necessary preparations in case they come after me," said Allen as he wrapped his arm around Alex's petite waist, then pulled her into a deep, passionate French kiss. The kiss lasted for five minutes before they finally held each other in a comfortable silence.
"So, what's your plan moving forward, Alex? You know that once you've had a shot of the serum I made, you could easily escape from Umbrella," Allen said, gazing at her seriously.
Alex slowly shook her head. "It's not that easy to escape from Spencer. I'm already in too deep… but that's exactly why I plan to destroy Umbrella from the inside. And yes, I'm going to drain all of their wealth too. That would be a far more satisfying form of revenge."
She then looked at Allen sharply. "I also know about Albert's plan. He's preparing for a rebellion, and it doesn't look like it'll take much longer. You know the lab at Arkley Mountain? Reports are starting to come in about people going missing there… and I'm sure that's Dr. William's doing."
Allen wanted to complain—there were just too many problems piling up. Besides the information Alex had just shared, there was still another looming threat on his mind: Dr. Marcus, the so-called "Queen Leech," who would likely cause serious trouble in the near future.
"Well, that's their problem… but what I'm more worried about right now is Jill and Rebecca," said Allen.
"Rebecca? Who's that? Is she your new girlfriend, Allen?" Alex asked—not out of jealousy, but out of concern. She needed to know, just in case Allen was being taken advantage of by some random girl.
"No, she's just a new friend of mine. She's also Jill's teammate in S.T.A.R.S."
"Ohhh… I know her. The rookie from Bravo Team, right?"
"Yeah… she's a good girl, and also a genius," Allen replied with a smile, then added, "Hey, can you tell me what Dr. William is currently working on?"
Alex looked at him with curiosity. "You're getting interested in the viruses Umbrella's developing now?"
"Dr. William is working on the G-Virus, a new variant of the T-Virus," Alex said.
He paused, thinking it through. "If I could combine those viruses properly, I might be able to create a much stronger serum. And if I integrate my Super Soldier formula into it, the result could be incredible."
He leaned back slightly, his expression turning more serious.
"But I'd have to be extremely careful. I still haven't developed a truly effective antivirus to counter the mutation risks from the T-Virus or the G-Virus. Both of them are derived from the Progenitor Virus. If something goes wrong… it won't be pretty."
He explained his idea in more detail, laying out the possible structure and stabilization process. Alex listened closely.
From the look on her face, she didn't think it was impossible.
"I can give you full data on the T-Virus," Alex said. "But the G-Virus research is still incomplete. And Dr. William has no intention of handing it over to Umbrella."
She crossed her arms slightly.
"From what I've seen, he's starting to go rogue. And Spencer is getting impatient."
Allen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then can you help me get closer to Dr. William? Maybe if I work as an intern at Umbrella for a while, I could access his research directly… and copy it."
Alex gave him a doubtful look.
"That won't be easy. You already have your own company. Spencer doesn't trust outsiders—especially successful ones."
She paused.
"But… I'll try. I'll think of a reason good enough to make Spencer believe you're useful to him."
Allen nodded firmly.
"Alright. I'll leave it to you."
....
That night, Jill came home looking exhausted. As soon as she reached the front door of the apartment, she saw Allen already standing there, waiting for her.
"Welcome home, sweetheart," Allen greeted her gently, approaching and giving her a warm kiss as a welcome.
Jill gave a faint smile, her fatigue slightly eased by Allen's affection.
"You look really tired. Trouble at work?" Allen asked with a caring tone.
"Yeah, something like that… Today was just really exhausting," Jill sighed, leaning her body against Allen's chest.
"Can you carry me to the couch? I want to be pampered and get a foot massage from you."
"Of course, anything for my beloved wife," Allen replied with a smile.
He then lovingly carried Jill to the couch, took off her shoes, and laid her down comfortably. Today, his wife seemed needier than usual—something must be weighing on her mind.
"Would you mind telling me what really happened?" Allen asked gently, bringing snacks into the living room in an effort to create a more relaxed atmosphere so Jill would feel comfortable talking.
Jill let out a quiet sigh and finally spoke, "You know about those recent missing persons cases in the Arklay Mountains, right?"
"Yeah, I heard the news. They said it was animal attacks, right?" Allen replied while sitting next to her.
"That's what they're reporting… but I suspect there's more to it than just wild animal attacks," Jill said seriously.
"Alex mentioned that Umbrella might be working on something behind the scenes. But she didn't explain everything. She said she was afraid I'd get caught up in trouble if I knew too much."
Allen stayed silent, listening attentively.
"That's why I tried investigating on my own… But it seems Chief Brian already caught on to what I was doing. We ended up having a private talk, and in the end, he said there's no solid evidence pointing to Umbrella's involvement," Jill continued in a frustrated tone.
"But I have a bad feeling that they're hiding something."
Allen listened carefully to Jill's explanation, but deep down, there was a sense of unease in his heart. He wasn't sure how to respond at first. Truthfully, he had never wanted Jill to be involved in something this dangerous. All he ever wanted was for his wife to live peacefully, without being burdened by dark and complicated matters like this.
But… Allen also knew exactly who Jill was. With her strong sense of justice, there was no way she could simply stand by and do nothing if she sensed something was wrong.
After a few moments of silence, Allen finally spoke.
"Alright, sweetheart… I actually already talked to Alex about this. She stopped by earlier."
Jill looked at him, a little surprised.
"I've been working on a plan to infiltrate Umbrella," Allen continued calmly. "With Alex's help, I might be able to gather solid evidence of their involvement in the missing persons cases."
Jill squeezed Allen's hand tightly, concern clearly written in her eyes. She hated the thought of her husband getting dragged into danger—especially if it meant walking straight into the enemy's base.
But Allen returned her grip with calm reassurance.
"I'll be fine. Trust me—I won't do anything reckless."
In the end, Jill could only let out a deep sigh and nod slowly. She knew Allen well: when he made a promise, he kept it. And she trusted him completely.
"By the way, you said Alex came by? Where is she now?" Jill asked, trying to shift the mood.
"She went to the mansion," Allen replied with a soft smile. "Said she missed Mom's cooking and wanted to stay there for a bit."
"Yeah… I miss your mom's cooking too. She's an amazing cook," Jill said, leaning into Allen's arms more comfortably.
Allen chuckled. "Well then, why don't you come with me to the villa tomorrow? My super soldier serum project is finally finished. I want to give you the injection—so your physical condition can be better than ever."
He looked into her eyes with warmth and care.
"And you could spend some time with Alex there too. She's been waiting a long time for this moment—to finally recover from her illness."
Jill paused, thinking it over. She had known about the project from the start, and she really believed it would help out a lot—especially now, with her woman's instincts telling her that something bad might be coming up ahead.
"Alright, I'm in," she said finally. "But right now, I just want a nice foot massage. My whole body's sore as hell."
"Yes, yes, my lady~," Allen replied with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jill stretched her legs out toward him, propping them up on the edge of the sofa. She kicked off her boots, revealing her bare feet, still a bit dusty from the day's chaos.
Allen took one foot in his hands gently, his touch warm and sure. He pressed light pressure between her toes, This certainly made Jill close her eyes while enjoying the foot massage from her husband's hands. It was like her whole body was floating on clouds, every nerve ending lighting up with pure relaxation. Allen was damn good at this; his skills made it feel effortless, like he knew exactly how to unwind her.
"Ohhh shit... Allen, it—feels—so—good," Jill sighed, her voice dropping low and breathy.
His other hand moved slowly up, grazing the skin just below her knees. The sensation hit her like a spark, making her stomach clench tight. She wasn't expecting that rush, her body reacting fast and fierce.
"Are you enjoying it, baby?" Allen asked, his tone teasing and soft.
But by then, Jill's eyes were shut tight, the pleasure making it tough to even form words as his fingers kept working their magic.
"Y–yes... stop talking and continue..." she murmured, half-commanding, half-begging.
Allen smiled to himself, hearing how she just wanted to sink into the moment. He obeyed without a word, though he was loving the vibe too—the quiet intimacy, the way her breaths hitched.
Heat started building in her core, arousal creeping in slow and steady. Her panties grew damp, the fabric sticking to her as her pussy began to throb with need.
"Ohhh... Allen," she whispered, her voice laced with want.
Jill's back, tense from all the stress, finally eased up, and she leaned back fully into the sofa, letting her head rest against the cushions.
His strong fingers kneaded the arch of her foot next, pressing deep to release the knots. Then he shifted, using his thumbs to circle the soft skin on the underside of her thighs, moving higher with each pass.
That sent a shiver through her, and Jill bit her lip—no, she had her beer nearby and took a quick sip, the cold fizz grounding her against the building fire.
"Feels good," she breathed out.
She just nodded slowly, too lost to say more.
Allen chuckled lightly at how she was melting under his touch, her reactions making him grin wider.
Then, he got bolder. His hand slid deeper, heading straight for her crotch. He stopped just short, rubbing the spot with his thumb through her jeans, right over her aching pussy.
Jill's head tilted back hard, a gasp slipping out as pleasure spiked.
"Ouhh..."
"Ahhh... yesss," she moaned loud, her hips shifting on their own.
"Holy shit... Allen, I think I'm wet down there."
"So...?" he replied, playing it cool and dumb with a sly smile.
Jill bit her lip, desire winning over everything. "Lick me."
"Hey, you know that's not the right word," he teased back, his voice husky.
She sighed, a mix of frustration and heat. "Please lick my pussy, baby."
Allen laughed, warm and easy, and finally gave in. "As you wish."
He let go of her legs and moved closer on the sofa, his hands already working at her jeans. Jill helped by lifting her hips, eager now, the earlier soreness forgotten in the haze of lust. He popped the button and tugged the denim down her legs, exposing her soaked panties—plain black ones, clinging wet to her skin.
Allen's gaze heated up as he peeled them off too, tossing them to the floor. Her pussy was bare and glistening, lips swollen and pink, ready for him.
Allen hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jill's soaked panties, peeling them down her thighs with a slow, deliberate tug. The fabric clung wetly to her skin before he tossed it aside, leaving her fully exposed. He spread her legs wider, knees bending as he positioned himself between them, his breath hot against her inner thighs.
His eyes locked on her pussy—still tight and inviting, those thin pink lips glistening with her arousal, begging for attention. He never tired of this view; it always pulled him in like a magnet. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss right on her mound, then trailed lower, lips brushing her folds.
Jill shivered at the contact, her hips lifting slightly off the sofa. Allen's tongue darted out, precise and teasing, slipping between her lips to enter her wetness. He pushed in deep, tasting her fully—warm, slick, and addictive.
"Ohh... god," Jill gasped, her voice breaking as the sensation hit her core.
Slurp... slurp... slurp... The sounds filled the room as he lapped at her, his tongue working in steady strokes, drawing out more of her juices. Each flick sent jolts straight to her brain, her body tensing up, muscles coiling tight like a spring.
Instinct took over, and Jill squeezed her thighs together, trapping Allen's head right where she needed him. It pressed his face deeper into her pussy, his nose brushing her clit while his tongue plunged even further, exploring her walls.
"Hmmm," she moaned, the pressure building fast, her climax hovering just out of reach.
Allen ramped it up, sliding one finger inside her alongside his tongue. He curled it just right, hitting that sensitive spot while his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking with firm pulls. The combo was electric—his finger thrusting in rhythm, mouth humming vibrations against her swollen nub.
Jill's body started shaking, tremors running through her legs and up her spine. Allen felt it all, the way her pussy clenched around his finger, her breaths coming in ragged bursts.
"Allen, I'm going to cum," she warned, voice strained and desperate.
He didn't let up. His hand moved faster, finger pumping hard while he sucked her clit relentlessly, tongue flicking the tip. Her pussy muscles vibrated with the intensity, gripping him tight.
"Ahhh..." Jill screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her body bucked wildly, pussy pulsing as she came hard, flooding his mouth with her release. Allen swallowed every drop, his tongue lapping thoroughly to clean her up, savoring the taste until she was spent.
Finally, her body went limp, muscles unwinding as she sank back into the sofa, chest heaving with deep breaths. Sweat glistened on her skin, a flush coloring her cheeks.
Allen pulled back with a satisfied smile, wiping his mouth as he looked at his wife—glowing, relaxed, and utterly beautiful in the afterglow.
"So, you gonna help me out now?" he asked, his voice low and playful. He nodded down to his crotch, where his dick strained against his pants, rock-hard and ready to burst free.
Jill's eyes followed his gaze, darkening with fresh hunger. She pushed herself up on shaky arms and crawled toward him, her naked body moving with a predatory grace.
"Sit back," she ordered softly, guiding him to lean into the cushions.
Allen complied, kicking off his shoes as she worked his belt loose. Together, they yanked his pants down, his cock springing out—thick, veined, and throbbing with need. He stripped the rest of his clothes quick, shirt hitting the floor, while Jill followed suit, shrugging off her top and bra until they were both bare, skin to skin in the dim light.
She knelt between his legs, eyes locked on his dick. Leaning in, she licked the tip slow, tongue swirling around the head to taste the pre-cum beading there. Then she took him deeper, lips stretching as she swallowed inch by inch, before pulling back to nuzzle his balls. She sucked one gently into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, then the other, making him groan.
"Fuck, you're so good at this, Jill" Allen muttered, his hand threading into her hair, not pushing but just holding.
Jill popped off with a wet smack, glancing up with a smirk. "Really? Which one's better—me or the other sisters?"
He chuckled, thumb stroking her cheek. "You all have your own perks. Hard to pick a favorite when you're all this amazing."
She rolled her eyes but shook her head with a grin, not pressing it. Instead, she dove back in, taking his cock fully into her mouth. Her throat relaxed as she deepthroated him, the entire shaft disappearing until her nose brushed his base. She bobbed her head slow at first, tongue swirling along the underside, tracing every vein and ridge.
The pace picked up—up and down, faster now, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Allen watched, mesmerized, as her throat bulged slightly with every plunge, like she was made for this. Saliva dripped down his length, making it slick and shiny. She hummed around him, the vibrations shooting straight to his balls.
After about ten minutes of that intense rhythm, Jill's jaw started to ache. She pulled off, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip. "My turn to switch it up," she said breathlessly.
She cupped her breasts—heavy and soft from the earlier heat—and pressed them around his cock, enveloping him in warm flesh. The paizuri felt incredible, his dick squeezed tight between her tits as she squeezed them together.
Allen groaned deep, hips bucking slightly. "Shit, that feels amazing."
Jill smiled up at him, starting to move—sliding her breasts up and down his length, the friction building with each stroke. She leaned forward to add her mouth, sucking the head whenever it peeked out from between her cleavage, tongue flicking the slit.
The combo drove him wild—soft tits rubbing his shaft, wet mouth teasing the tip. Pre-cum smeared across her skin, making everything glide smoother. He could feel the pressure coiling in his gut, release building fast.
"Jill... I'm close," he warned, voice rough, hands gripping the sofa.
She didn't stop, speeding up her tits while sucking harder, eyes locked on his for that extra thrill. Allen's cock twitched between her breasts, the heat overwhelming.
With a guttural moan, he came—ropes of cum shooting out, some hitting her tongue as she swallowed what she could, the rest splattering across her chest and neck. She kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until he slumped back, spent and breathing hard.
Jill licked her lips, wiping a streak from her skin with a finger before sucking it clean. "Better?" she asked, crawling up to straddle his lap, their bodies pressing close again.
Allen pulled her in for a kiss, tasting himself on her. "Always. But round two?"
She laughed softly, grinding against his softening cock. "I need to clean myself up first, let's move to the bedroom this place is too small" Jill said then stood up and headed for the bathroom, leaving Allen on the bed.