AN: Bonus chapter.
50 Power stone= 1 Bonus chapter
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Annette also explained that Greg was the one who developed the Tyrant Thanatos project. Unfortunately, the project was deemed a failure because the Tyrant proved unstable, and Umbrella ultimately decided to cancel it.
"Do you know where he is now?" Allen asked.
"I don't know either. It seems he disappeared or went into hiding somewhere. Umbrella might also be searching for him," Annette replied, as she truly had no idea about Professor Greg's whereabouts.
"In that case, I'll have my mercenaries look for him," Allen said, already beginning to form a plan in his mind.
After their conversation ended, Annette left the room, walking in an alluring manner, her hips swaying gently from side to side.
Watching her leave, Allen couldn't help but wonder why Dr. William would rather spend all his time buried in research instead of enjoying moments with Annette.
"Don't worry, Annette. Once you're with me, I'll make sure to protect you. And you'll soon be able to forget that useless husband of yours," Allen muttered to himself.
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Later that night at the apartment, Raviel was in the kitchen cooking while humming a tune. When Allen walked in, he could smell the nice fragrance from the kitchen right away.
"Hey, darling, what are you cooking?" Allen asked as he came up behind Raviel.
'Oh God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at my wife', he thought to himself.
"I'm making soup for dinner," Raviel said, still paying attention to her cooking.
Allen hugged her from behind, holding her softly. Of course, Raviel didn't mind her husband's hug, even when his hands started groping her boobs.
Does she not wear a bra and underwear? Allen wondered.
Raviel just closed her eyes when Allen pinched her nipples.
"Uhmnn, honey, I'm cooking," she said, but her ass was rubbing against Allen's crotch with her ass cheeks.
"I promise I'll be quick," he said while lifting her apron. And under it… Raviel wasn't wearing anything at all.
Allen couldn't hold back anymore and started taking off his clothes right there in the kitchen.
Raviel lifted her ass higher so her husband could get into whichever hole he wanted.
It didn't take long before Allen was pounding Raviel's pussy hard.
His hands held onto her two soft boobs.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Ouhh.... ahh... yes baby harder, fuck me yess."
Allen fucked her needy pussy harder and harder like Raviel asked, and it made her brain go blank so her tongue stuck out.
It wasn't long before Allen came hard inside her womb.
Feeling Allen's love juices swimming in her baby chamber made her climax too, so their juices mixed together.
"Ahhh... yes... darling ahh...."
She said that while leaning on Allen's chest.
"How about round two?" Allen said while squeezing her firm ass.
"I'm cooking, I don't want my food to get burned."
"Okay then, I'll wait at the dining table, okay?"
Raviel just nodded a little. Once the cooking was done, she carried the dishes to the dining room with a gentle smile on her face.
"Hey, Raviel, what did you make?" Jill asked as she got home from work, taking off her jacket while walking over.
"I made soup… and a few other dishes," Raviel replied calmly.
Before long, the other girls came into the dining room and sat around the table. None of them paid much attention to Allen, who was already sitting there naked. They were used to their husband's ways—and they all knew what usually happened after a dinner like this.
While they ate, Raviel crawled under the dining table where Allen was sitting.
Then Raviel started stroking the shaft with both hands and took the tip of his cock into her warm mouth.
The action was really perverted and full of passion, and it made Allen cum over and over in her mouth.
"Darling, you're so good at this," Allen praised Raviel's skills with a happy smile. The other women pouted a bit, jealous that their husband was focusing on her. But Raviel couldn't hide how happy she was to get praised by Allen.
She kept going until her stomach was full of Allen's yogurt.
After they finished eating, they kept going with their fun in the bedroom, and Allen took Tiamat, Demeter, and Hera to his room.
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The next morning, Jill saw Allen staring at his laptop while going through some files.
"Darling, what are you doing?" she asked in a gentle voice, while giving him a morning kiss.
"I'm looking for someone named Professor Greg Mueller and also searching for a few candidates to work in my company," Allen replied.
Along with the data about Professor Greg Mueller's location, Allen also came across information about Yoko Suzuki, a student specializing in Computer Science. He then sent a message to one of his girlfriends outside, Alex, instructing her to recruit the young woman and arrange a direct meeting with him.
"I might be able to help you find out where that man is," Jill offered.
"Of course, I'd be very grateful if you could do that," Allen said, before leaning in to give her another sweet kiss on the lips.
Jill felt happy to be able to help her husband. Then she suddenly remembered something, "Darling, so how is it? Have you found any evidence of Umbrella's involvement in the incident at the Arklay Mountains?"
"I haven't found solid proof yet, but some of the bioweapons are most likely connected to Umbrella. I just need you to be a little patient until I can obtain stronger evidence," Allen replied.
"I understand. It would be difficult to go against Umbrella openly… even Alex has warned me several times to be patient," Jill admitted, worry clear in her tone.
Right now, Jill couldn't help but feel uneasy. On top of that, she suspected she might be pregnant—though she hadn't gotten any confirmation yet, since it had only been less than a week since they'd had an orgy together with the other girls.
Should I just invite Allen to have sex again this evening to make sure I get pregnant soon? Jill thought.
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After that, Allen left his apartment and walked leisurely toward a café. Today, he was going to meet Siena, the woman who had invited him to relax and share a meal together.
Allen already knew Siena's true identity—she was a member of Eco Six. With Wednesday's help, he could easily check the background of anyone he encountered.
Instead of feeling disappointed that Siena intended to use him, Allen found himself even more intrigued. There was a certain thrill behind the woman's intentions, and he wanted to see just how far he could go in conquering her.
The café was quiet, filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Allen stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Siena.
She was sitting near the window, one leg crossed over the other, her posture elegant yet casual. A faint smile curved her lips as she noticed him approaching.
"You're right on time," Siena said, her voice smooth like velvet.
Allen slid into the seat across from her, his expression calm, almost playful. "Of course. A beautiful woman invites me out—I'd be a fool to keep her waiting."
Siena chuckled lightly, resting her chin on her hand. "Flattery already? Careful, Allen. You might make me think you're trying to win me over."
He leaned back, a small smirk playing on his lips. "And what if I am?"
For a moment, her eyes gleamed with amusement, but behind them lingered a sharp, calculating look. It was clear to Allen that Siena wasn't here just for casual talk. She had her own reasons, her own motives.
But so did he.
For the first half hour, their conversation stayed light. They talked about the café, about the city, even a few harmless jokes that drew small smiles from Siena. To anyone watching, they looked like two acquaintances enjoying a casual afternoon.
Eventually, though, Siena tilted her head, her sharp eyes catching Allen's as she shifted the topic.
"So, what do you actually do, Allen?"
Allen leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Right now, I'm working temporarily with Umbrella. Nothing glamorous—just part of their medical division. But soon, I'll be transferred to S.T.A.R.S. as part of the medical unit."
Siena tapped her fingers lightly against her cup, studying him. "Interesting… S.T.A.R.S., huh?"
He only smiled, letting the silence linger between them.
After a moment, Siena leaned forward slightly, her tone soft but deliberate. "Hey, Allen… do you think you could help me with something?"
Allen raised a brow, feigning curiosity. "Oh? And what exactly could I help you with?"
She glanced around subtly, then lowered her voice. "A friend of mine needs an underground sewer map for… his work."
Allen tilted his head, knitting his brows in mock confusion. "What kind of job would need a sewer map?"
Of course, his bewilderment was nothing but an act.
"I can't tell you about my friend's work, because I don't really know what he does. But I owe him a debt—that's why I'm helping him," she explained, subtly leaning forward to show a hint of cleavage, making sure Allen could see.
"Alright, I might be able to help you," Allen replied, his tone calm. "But I can't make any promises. It could be difficult for me to get that map."
Of course, that was a lie. Allen had no trouble acquiring such a thing, but if he gave it too easily, Siena would simply disappear afterward.
"Thank you, Allen."
"Don't thank me just yet," Allen cut in smoothly. "This won't be free. I expect something in return."
Hearing that, Siena bit her lip lightly, her eyes studying him. This man… he already has everything. What could I possibly offer him? Don't tell me he wants my body… she thought to herself.
And indeed, her instincts weren't wrong. Allen wanted both her body and her heart. There was no way he would let an opportunity like this slip by without teasing and ultimately claiming her.
"Ah… right. About that," Siena finally said with a faint smile. "Maybe we can talk about it later—after you've secured the map."
She wasn't about to reject him outright, but in the back of her mind, she considered other possibilities. Perhaps she could steal the map from him later. Yet another thought nagged at her, one she quickly tried to push away. My body, for a map? But for him maybe....Ohh shit… what am I even thinking?.
After their conversation, Allen had to leave when Jill called, telling him she had found Professor Greg's location. Allen felt genuinely pleased—his wife always acted quickly, especially when it came to gathering information.
Meanwhile, from a distance, Ada Wong had been listening in on their exchange through a wiretap. To her, Allen seemed like a big fish—someone holding a wealth of information about Umbrella. She also picked up something new: Siena Flower, a member of Echo Six, specialized in espionage.
"How interesting," Ada mused quietly. "So the government decided to deploy Echo Six… I wonder what their real objective is."
As she watched Allen step out of the café, Ada finally got a clear look at his face up close. For a brief moment, she found herself taken aback by his striking features, though she quickly hid it with a faint smile.
"A deadly face for women…" she whispered to herself.
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Right now, Allen was at Raccoon City University.
"So this is where he's been hiding all along," Allen muttered. He hadn't expected Professor Greg to isolate himself inside an Umbrella facility of all places. From the looks of it, Spencer knew about it too—yet allowed it. Clearly, Greg had something Spencer wanted from him, just like William.
But Jill had managed to track him down in less than half a day. Allen couldn't help but feel impressed by his wife's efficiency.
After putting on a specialized mask capable of altering his facial appearance, Allen entered the university.
Deep underground, on the twenty-second floor of the laboratory, a middle-aged man stood before a massive glass tank. Inside it floated a humanoid figure, suspended in nutrient fluid.
Ding...!
The laboratory doors slid open.
"Hello, Professor," Allen said casually as he stepped inside—his face now altered to resemble Nicolai's.
Greg froze, his eyes narrowing instantly. "Who are you?"
Instinctively, he reached beneath his desk for a hidden weapon.
But Allen was faster.
In one smooth motion, he drew his pistol and aimed it directly at Greg's head.
"Don't move… Oh, Professor, did you really think hiding from Umbrella would be easy?" Allen's smirk carried a dangerous edge. "Spencer has known where you were from the very beginning."
"You… you work for Umbrella?" Greg's face turned pale, his voice trembling.
"Haha, isn't it obvious by now?" Allen replied coldly. "So do yourself a favor—stand up slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them. Don't make me pull the trigger."