"Hey, don't call me 'miss' or anything like that. My name is Sienna, Sienna Flower, you can just call me Sienna," the woman introduced herself.
"Yeah, I'm Allen Winters, you can just call me Allen to," he replied as he headed to the changing room to switch out of his wet clothes.
While Allen was changing, Sienna managed to catch a glimpse of him, and she was a bit captivated by his physique — like that of a god, absolutely perfect — and on top of that, his incredibly handsome face was the kind that could make any woman swoon. That combination was almost impossible for any woman to resist.
"Damn, this guy is totally my type," she thought, especially since his face alone was enough to leave any woman enchanted — and with his body, it was a double combo she couldn't ignore.
After Allen stepped out of the changing room, his phone rang.
"Hey, Jill... yeah, I'll be heading to your place soon... I'm at a clothing store right now... won't be long, I'll be there in about five minutes... okay, bye-bye, love you too."
Allen then ended the call. He walked over to the cashier and paid with his own money.
"Hey... shouldn't I be the one paying for your clothes?" Sienna asked.
"Sorry, but I'm in a hurry, and you don't need to worry about my clothes earlier — I don't think it's necessary," Allen replied.
"Is it because of that phone call?" she asked.
Allen nodded.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Sienna asked curiously.
"Nope... she's my wife."
"You... you're married?" she asked, looking surprised because Allen seemed so young to her.
"Yeah... we got married at a pretty young age. Sorry, but I really have to go now — I'm in a rush," Allen said as he started heading toward the exit.
"Wait, can we exchange contacts... I mean, I'd like to invite you for a coffee as an apology," Sienna said.
Seeing that the girl still hadn't given up on her sense of guilt, Allen could only let out a small sigh.
"Okay... I guess coffee's fine," he said, and they exchanged contacts.
After that, Allen left the girl behind.
"Sienna, did your plan work?" asked the woman approaching her — it was Caroline.
"Yeah… you could say that. The guy was way too easy to approach," Sienna replied with a smile as she looked at Allen's phone number.
"We still have other plans to complete so let's go" They climbed into their jeep and drove off.
Sienna and Caroline were members of the Echo Six military unit, temporarily assigned by the army, which was currently planning an operation to infiltrate Umbrella and investigate the outbreak in the Arklay Mountains. Their mission could change depending on the situation, so the small elite team was currently being deployed one by one by the military.
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Allen, who was currently in the Raccoon City Police Department building, was walking down the corridor when he bumped into another woman — but when he looked, it was Rebecca.
"Are you okay, Rebecca? Sorry, I guess I didn't see you there."
"Ohhh, Allen, it's fine. Were you looking for Jill?"
"Yeah, Jill and I planned to walk home together today." Allen then looked at Rebecca. "So, have you decided on a day for our third date?"
"Yeah… I think Monday night works for me."
"Alright then, I'll see you Monday night."
"Yeah," she replied, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.
"Hey, Allen. You here looking for Jill?" Barry asked casually as he walked up. Chris stood beside him, arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Allen turned toward them, his smile widening. "Oh, hey Barry, Chris. How've you guys been? And yeah… I am looking for Jill."
"We're doing fine," Chris replied, short but warm.
But Barry's attention shifted to Rebecca, who was standing next to Allen. His gaze was full of curiosity.
"Hey, Rebecca… why's your face turning red like that? Don't tell me… you two have something going on?" he teased.
Rebecca froze for a moment, her eyes widening slightly. Without saying a word, she turned and walked away quickly, as if eager to escape the situation.
Barry frowned, watching her leave. "Huh? What's with her?" he asked innocently, glancing between Chris and Allen.
Chris looked at Barry with a tired expression. "Don't ask me. It's obvious she was bothered by your joke."
Allen smirked slightly. "Barry… you've got a wife and two daughters, but you still can't read a woman's feelings?"
Barry chuckled. "Don't tell me you two are actually dating. Damn… you lucky womanizer."
He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. "Or maybe… you're going after every woman in the department, Allen?"
Allen let out a small sigh, still smiling. "Your imagination's running wild." He took a step back, then turned around. "Alright, I'm gonna head out. Jill's probably waiting."
Without waiting for a response, Allen walked away. Barry just let out a small laugh behind him, while Chris shook his head, as if he'd long grown used to his friend's blunt mouth.
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On his way home, Allen saw Jill, who seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood after working all day, and asked, "Hey, how's your investigation on the recent missing person cases? Is it going well?"
"Not at all. Chief Brian seems to be covering up the case, and even our investigation in the Arklay Mountains was recently exposed to the public. It feels like they're hiding something there."
"Well… what can you do? This city was founded by Umbrella from the start, so if they want to hide something, it's definitely easy for them. By the way, Jill, how's your training at the police department?"
Of course, Jill understood what he meant. She wanted to solve the case immediately so people would realize how dirty Umbrella is. But she also needed to be patient because her husband was helping her gather evidence.
"Yeah… the training's too easy for me, especially since I took your custom-made serum. I feel like I never get tired. And I feel like I could train all day," Jill said, sounding like she was imitating Captain America's speaking style.
"Ohhh… I guess the only workout that can make you tired is our workout," Allen said with a teasing smile.
Jill's face turned red—of course, she understood exactly what Allen meant by our workout. It was definitely something lewd.
"Allen! We're still outside," she whispered, trying to look serious — but the small smile on her lips gave her away.
Allen chuckled softly. "Relax. I'm just motivating you here, oke."
Jill shook her head, but her bad mood from earlier had already faded. Even with all the danger around them, moments like this made everything feel a little lighter.
By the time they arrived home, the sky had already begun to darken.
As Allen and Jill stepped into the luxurious apartment, they were immediately greeted by a lively scene in the living room. Raviel was standing in front of the large television with a microphone in hand, singing enthusiastically alongside Aphrodite, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, and Persephone. The karaoke screen flashed bright colors across the room.
The other girls were sitting on the couches, enjoying the music and clapping along. Of course, Karena, Michaela, and Cristine were also there. Even though they were technically on guard duty on this floor of the apartment, they couldn't help but tap their feet to the rhythm while watching the others have fun.
The song they were singing was Call Me Maybe.
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy,
but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right, at you baaaabeh,
but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy,
but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
And all the other boys try to chaaase me,
but here's my number, so call me, maybe?"
They sang the chorus together at the top of their lungs, laughing and clearly enjoying themselves.
However, the moment they noticed Allen had come home with Jill, their singing abruptly stopped. The music continued for a few seconds before someone hurriedly muted it.
"Allen! Jill! You're home!" the girls said almost in unison, smiling brightly as they welcomed them back.
Allen and Jill smiled at the lively scene in front of them. Without hesitation, they walked further into the living room and joined the girls, blending into the cheerful atmosphere of the night.
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After finishing their fun time together with the girls, Allen seemed like he wanted to ask them something while leaning back casually on the sofa, looking at each of them one by one.
"So… anyone thinking about having kids?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of seriousness.
Some of them exchanged glances—some smiling shyly, others shaking their heads right away.
Karna raised her hand first. "Not for now. If I get pregnant, my work will be a mess," she said with a sigh.
Justeaze spoke next, her smile faint. "Me neither. For me, just having you is already enough."
Demeter remained silent, but Allen already understood the reason. She already has Persephone, he thought to himself.
Then Allen turned to Raviel. "What about you?" He leaned in closer and whispered, "And darling, can you make sure all my babies are girls?"
Raviel smiled sweetly and answered casually, "Of course I want to, and don't worry, all of our children will definitely be girls."
Allen paused for a moment before chuckling softly. "In that case… I'm relieved."
He just wanted to make sure, since he had asked Raviel about this the week before.
And she gave him the ability for his children to be born female 100% at that time.
Jill, who was in the room, of course understood what was being said about that and just thought that Allen only wanted their babies to be girls. "Why, what if it's a boy? Do we have to abort it if our baby is a boy?" Jill said.
"This is because Loli is justice and I want Loli... cough cough... I mean, of course not, darling," Allen replied while coughing a little and starting to ramble.
Jill, hearing that, just shook her head and seemed to think Allen only wanted daughters.
After their conversation about wanting to get the girls pregnant, Allen invited them all to his spacious bedroom, where everyone was already stripped naked and ready for what was to come. The air was thick with anticipation as they gathered for an intense orgy that night, their bodies eager to connect in the most primal ways.
It wasn't long before the room filled with loud, echoing female moans, the sounds of pleasure bouncing off the walls.
Raviel, determined to be the first to bear Allen's children, stepped forward boldly and impaled herself directly onto his massive cock, which was as thick and long as an adult's arm.
The slick entry made a wet plop... plop... plop... as she sank down, her walls stretching around his girth with a mix of pain and ecstasy.
While Allen gripped her hips and pounded into Raviel with powerful, relentless strokes that shook her entire body, the other girls swarmed around him, pampering every inch of his muscular frame.
Hera knelt below, squeezing his heavy sac with passionate fervor, her fingers kneading the taut skin as if urging more seed to build. Nearby, another pair of lips—belonging to one of the eager women—wrapped around his swinging balls, sucking them greedily into a warm, wet mouth, the suction pulling at him in rhythm with his thrusts.
The combined sensations drove Allen wild, building his release until he erupted at the same time as Raviel. Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb in generous spurts, overflowing slightly as her body clenched around him.
"Ahh... yes, it's so warm," Raviel gasped, her eyes fluttering as she felt the hot flood coating her insides, the sensation of fertilization igniting a deep, satisfied glow within her.
Pulling out with a slick pop, Allen turned his attention to Hera next, wrapping his strong arms around her from behind in a possessive embrace. His still-hard dick pierced her dripping pussy in one swift motion, sliding deep into her welcoming heat.
"Ahhhh.... yes... harder..." Hera screamed, her voice breaking with joy at the thought of soon carrying Allen's daughter, her body arching back against him as he filled her completely.
Slap...
"Ahhh!" Athena delivered a sharp smack to Hera's ass, the impact leaving a red handprint on her pale skin while Athena grinned mischievously.
"Athena, you dare~" Hera shot back through gritted teeth, but Athena only laughed and struck again—slap... "Ahhh!"—ignoring the protest entirely.
The repeated slaps sent jolts through Hera's body, pushing her over the edge first; she climaxed hard, squirting in forceful arcs that soaked the sheets below. All the while, Allen's hips slammed forward without mercy, his cock battering her pussy and blending sharp pain with overwhelming pleasure, making her tremble uncontrollably.
"I'm going to cum," Allen growled, his voice rough with building tension. Moments later, he unleashed another torrent inside her womb, the warmth triggering Hera to throw her neck back in bliss as she came for the second time, her tight pussy massaging his cock with rhythmic squeezes that milked every last drop from him.
Not wasting a beat, Allen grabbed Tiamat and Aphrodite, positioning them one on top of the other like a perfect sandwich, their curves pressing together in a tangle of limbs and soft skin.
He took turns thrusting into their pussies, alternating between the two with deliberate, deep strokes that made their bodies rock in unison. As his cock plunged into Aphrodite's slick folds, she captured Tiamat's mouth in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing hungrily while muffled moans escaped. Tiamat responded by reaching up to pinch Aphrodite's hard nipples firmly, twisting just enough to draw out shared cries of delight that echoed through the room.
Their combined moaning was like a beautiful, erotic symphony to Allen's ears, heightening his arousal until he couldn't hold back. He came alternately inside their pussies, flooding first one womb and then the other with his potent seed, leaving both women shuddering and gasping in fulfillment.
Next, Jill and Athena took their turns riding Allen like wild horses, straddling his hips and bouncing with fervent energy.
Their pussies gripped him tightly as they ground down, chasing their peaks with abandon.
Allen loved the view and the sensation, his hands roaming their bodies to encourage their rhythm until they were both utterly satisfied. When he finally came, it was in heavy loads that filled their pussies to the brim, the excess trickling out as they collapsed against him, breathless and glowing.
For Artemis, Hestia, and Persephone, Allen had something more intense in mind. He tied the three of them securely to a sturdy pole in the center of the room, their arms bound above their heads and legs spread wide, exposing them completely.
Then, he fucked them all night like feral animals, switching between their eager holes with raw, animalistic thrusts that left them begging for more.
The other girls joined in the frenzy, grabbing dildos—each one noticeably smaller than Allen's impressive dick—and sliding them deep into the bound women's asses. The double penetration drew out endless moans from Artemis, Hestia, and Persephone until they passed out from the overwhelming ecstasy, their bodies limp and quivering.
Justeaze, Demeter, and Karna finally entered the room, drawn in by their growing horniness despite not wanting children just yet. Allen, ever the devoted lover, was more than willing to accept their invitation—there was no way he'd refuse such tempting offers. He demonstrated his unyielding manhood to his girls, taking each one in turn with vigorous, passionate sex that left them screaming in pleasure, their hesitations forgotten in the heat of the moment.
They continued the marathon of sex well into the early morning hours, bodies entwining in every conceivable way until exhaustion claimed them all.
Now, all the girls lay limp across the bed and floor, their faces etched with happy, sated expressions. Their bodies were gloriously messed up—sweat-slicked skin marked with bites and handprints, pussies and assholes leaking thick streams of cum that pooled beneath them.
Their bellies also swelled noticeably, looking a few months pregnant from the sheer volume of Allen's seed filling them up.
Yeah, though Allen currently wanted his women to get pregnant right away, he knew full well that he'd have to work hard and keep up these intense activities for the next few days to ensure every single one of them ended up truly impregnated. :p
...
Allen, unable to sleep that day, decided to take a shower and get ready for work. As for Jill, she would probably call in sick and take the day off.
Allen was on his way to Umbrella's underground research laboratory, casually walking while listening to music through the earpiece in his ear. However, a woman had been following him and eventually stepped in to stop him. She turned out to be the secretary of Michael Warrent, the Mayor of Raccoon City.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Winters. I'm sorry to bother you, but Governor Michel Warrant would like to meet you, get acquainted, and invite you to his office. If you're willing, please follow me," the secretary said politely.
Allen paused for a moment, wondering if he should go, but the secretary's courteous manner left a good impression on him.
"Alright… lead the way," Allen replied politely.
They then walked toward the governor's office. Allen already knew about Michael Warrent—after all, he had played Resident Evil 2. In the game's events, the man would be the first to abandon the city, even leaving his own daughter behind as he fled. Such a tragic girl, Allen thought. If the opportunity arose, he might try to save her—after all, she was a beautiful woman, and it would be a shame for her to die.
Inside the mayor's private office, the space was undeniably luxurious, as if most of the city's development budget had been diverted into his personal pleasures.
"Yeah, this is clear proof he's corrupt… how does no one notice something this obvious?" Allen murmured under his breath, careful not to be overheard.
The building had been constructed with a massive sum drawn from Umbrella's investments and the taxpayers' money. No wonder the design was so luxurious—especially with Umbrella directly funding it. It seemed Spencer hadn't given much thought to how the mayor would spend the money, which only made it easier for Umbrella to buy his loyalty.
At that moment, a middle-aged man stood upon a transparent glass floor, the panoramic view of the bustling city stretching out beneath his feet. The sunlight spilled through the wide windows, casting a gleam across the glass as he gazed down, his posture straight and composed. There was an unmistakable air of pride in the way he held himself—like a man who believed every street, building, and light below was a testament to his own vision and tireless effort. To him, this city wasn't just a place on a map; it was a monument to his ambition, a living symbol of what he claimed to have built through years of hard work and determination.