AN: I'm back, so hand over your power stones to me. :p
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After that, Allen showed Annette all the serum data he possessed—everything from the Captain America serum, the Extremis Serum (MCU version), the sacred Wakandan flower, to the venom of a radioactive spider.
And he didn't stop there.
He also revealed the advanced technology in his possession: nanotechnology, Pym particles, a mini Arc Reactor, and even the rare metal Vibranium.
Annette stared at the files and projections in front of her, completely stunned.
"Allen… you're truly a genius," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She could hardly believe that someone so young had already gathered and developed so many extraordinary breakthroughs.
Allen simply shrugged. "Well… thanks, I guess."
Even though none of these were originally his discoveries. They were creations of other people—things he had obtained for free in previous chapters.
Of course, Annette had no idea that all of this actually came from other universes. And Allen had no intention of telling her. Not yet.
At the very least, he planned to finish the Resident Evil events from 0 through 3 before revealing the truth to his girls.
After showing her everything, Allen leaned forward slightly.
"I need your help," he said seriously. "I want to strengthen my serum project."
Annette adjusted her glasses, her expression turning focused.
"My plan is to combine all of these serums into one," Allen continued. "Using the T–serum as the binding foundation."
To Allen, the T–serum still held incredible untapped potential. With the right refinement and stability adjustments, it could become the perfect base—strong enough to handle the fusion of multiple enhancements without destroying the host.
Annette's eyes narrowed slightly, not in doubt—but in excitement.
Combining all of that into a single, stable formula?
It sounded impossible.
And that was exactly why it fascinated her.
"If you want to use the T–serum, it'll be difficult unless you extract it first," Annette explained calmly. "We'll need to remove certain properties that might be rejected by the other serums. But don't worry—this isn't too hard, at least for me. I'll just need some time to work on it."
Allen smiled in relief. From her tone, it was clear Annette was far more experienced with the T–serum, and perhaps only she could solve the gaps in his project.
"You're truly my savior, Annette," Allen said impulsively before pulling her into a hug. It wasn't because he was trying to take advantage of the moment—it was pure joy. As he did, he caught the faint scent of her body, like roses.
Annette froze at the sudden embrace, her heartbeat pounding wildly as her face turned red without her realizing it.
Deep down, she sighed to herself. Allen really can act like a child sometimes. In moments like this, she felt more like his older sister than his colleague.
And yet… the warmth spreading through her chest told her something else.
Maybe her decision to befriend Allen hadn't been a mistake after all.
In fact, she could feel their relationship growing closer—more sincere… warmer than her own marriage.
Lately, William felt less like a husband and more like a research partner who happened to share the same house.
As that thought settled in her mind, a quiet regret began to grow.
The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart became.
She had never truly been special in her marriage.
That man… he's completely obsessed with his research. Every day, every minute, every second… all that ever crosses William's mind is the G-Virus, the G-Serum, and his insane projects. To hell with all of it. Have I ever even been special in his eyes?
Her chest tightened painfully.
And now, William had openly chosen to stand against Umbrella. That decision only deepened her anxiety—especially for their daughter's safety.
Did he even care about his family anymore?
Or was ambition the only thing that mattered?
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the storm raging inside her.
Worse still, she knew William had been secretly contacting the military behind Umbrella's back. She had overheard the conversation herself—his plan to flee the company. And yet, not once had he said he intended to take them with him.
And his so-called only friend? Albert Wesker. A man who couldn't even stand against Umbrella directly. Running away? Challenging that corporation? Has my husband completely lost his mind?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Does he ever think about our family's safety? About our daughter's life?
For some reason, her thoughts drifted to Sherry.
It was strange. She hadn't thought this deeply about her daughter in a long time. Most of her days had been consumed by work at the lab—research, experiments, deadlines. She had convinced herself that it was all for the future.
But now…
Now guilt crept into her heart.
If she was blaming William for neglecting their family, wasn't she doing the same thing?
She had buried herself in research just as deeply. She had overlooked Sherry's loneliness. She had ignored the quiet distance growing inside their own home.
The realization made her feel ashamed.
Perhaps she had no right to judge him so harshly.
And that hurt even more.
"Annette, are you alright?" Allen's voice cut through her thoughts. He had noticed the seriousness in her expression, his tone carrying a trace of concern.
"Yes… I'm fine. I was just lost in thought," Annette replied, her eyes meeting Allen's.
They soon returned to their research. Allen was deeply impressed by the new formula Annette had calculated—he could feel they were on the verge of a major breakthrough. In his mind, he was already planning to give her a copy of the serum once it was complete. She deserved it more than anyone.
Every suggestion Annette had made so far had borne remarkable results. Now, it was only a matter of time before the new serum came into existence. The only things left were a few lingering issues to be resolved, but Allen was confident it wouldn't take long.
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At the same time, inside a secret conference room, a young woman in red with a black trench coat sat quietly, listening to a projected video call. On the screen appeared a mustached man in an expensive suit. His frame was thin, his face looking no more than his early thirties. He was Derek C. Simmons. Beside him sat several older men, silent as they listened closely.
"Agent Ada, our alliance has a mission for you," the thin man said to Ada Wong.
"What kind of mission?" Ada asked in a bored tone, as if she were already tired of the drawn-out conversation.
"We're sending you to Raccoon City to retrieve the G-Serum, currently being developed by Dr. William Birkin. We'll also provide you with the target's location."
Suddenly, the fat man cut in, interrupting Simmons. "I expect you to succeed in this mission. We will not tolerate failure."
Moments later, they transmitted a file containing the detailed location.
"As for the Arklay Mountains… that might be difficult. The place is crawling with bio-weapons. But the G-Serum… as long as you can pay the right price, I'll accept the job," Ada replied.
She never outright rejected her client's request. For her, as long as the payment was high enough, she would take it. Ada cared little about the risks involved. Being a spy had become almost a hobby, especially since she relished operating in the gray areas. That was the reason she continued to survive—and thrive—in such a dangerous world.
"You don't have a choice here, Agent Ada. If you refuse, we'll leak your information and turn you into an international enemy. So, what's it going to be?" the fat man threatened with a cold expression.
Yeah, this idiot probably wouldn't live long—Simmons' faintly irritated reaction made that much clear.
"That sounds troublesome," Ada replied flatly. "But I'll take your commission… on one condition: I want my payment doubled for a job like this. Now, tell me—what's the deadline?"
Truthfully, Ada had no interest in dealing with bioweapons. She preferred missions involving terrorist organizations or political intrigue—anything was better than getting mixed up with inhuman creatures.
"You can start right away. The deadline is four months. And we'll pay you five times more than your last mission."
"Deal."
Ada ended the call without another word.
Meanwhile, Simmons remained silent through the exchange. When the line finally disconnected, he shifted his attention back to the upcoming family gathering that was about to begin.
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After ending the video call, Ada unfolded a map and marked her targets with a red pen. The first mark pointed to the laboratory where Allen worked, while the other was in the Arklay Mountains—William Birkin's private lab.
"Too bad John is dead. Otherwise, I could've used him again…" she murmured. John had been nothing more than a victim of Ada's "love ghosting"—a man she used and discarded without hesitation.
"Should I find another man to use this time?" she wondered as she flipped through the files of Umbrella researchers. Her eyes stopped at a photograph.
"Allen Winters…" she read the profile carefully. "Owns his own company, yet somehow ended up as an intern in William's research? Strange. Could he be working with Umbrella?"
Ada narrowed her eyes, digging deeper into the details. The more she saw, the more intriguing he became. Allen, it turned out, was already married to several women. But Ada wasn't surprised. In this world, wealthy men with harems were nothing unusual.
"A fascinating man… perhaps he'll do," she whispered with a faint smile. Ada had found someone new—an alternative to John Clemens. Another pawn for her game.
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The next morning, Allen woke up from his sleep. Both of his arms were hugged tightly—Raviel on the left and Hera on the right—while his chest felt heavy from being crushed by Artemis. Yes, they had just ended a long night with a foursome last night.
As his eyes slowly opened, his gaze fell on Tiamat, who was busy sucking up his morning wood.
Allen felt so good down below and soon he cum deeply in Tiamat's warm mouth.
After Tia swallowed the last of Allen's yogurt, she looked up at him with a gentle smile.
"Good morning, Master," she greeted.
"Morning," Allen replied as he carefully shifted Artemis, who was still fast asleep on his chest.
A moment later, he rose and headed toward the bathroom, with Tiamat faithfully following close behind.
In the bathroom, there was a moaning sound from Tiamat as Allen was currently pounding her pussy while taking a shower from behind.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Yes... Master... harder to smash my pussy"
Allen also sucked both of her breasts— so Tiamat moaned even louder inside.
After coming out several times in —her pussy Allen was satisfied, and soon came out of—the bathroom and put on his clothes.
After that, Allen greeted his girls as they enjoyed their breakfast. On the dining table were bread and several dishes that had been prepared by Demeter.
Seeing the meal laid out just for him, Allen felt fortunate to have such a caring wife. Without a second thought, he began to eat.
"Do you like my cooking, Allen?" Demeter asked softly.
Allen nodded with a warm smile. "Of course. Your cooking tastes incredible… I'm truly lucky to have a wife who's such a wonderful cook."
Her heart fluttered at the praise, and her face turned red with both shyness and joy. The warm atmosphere continued as they chatted with the other girls, their laughter filling the air and making that simple moment feel truly precious.
After finishing his meal, Allen left his apartment and prepared to head to Rebecca apartemen. Yes he is currently off work and preparing for his date with Rebecca.
As he stepped outside, a car pulled up and stopped right in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a blonde woman who greeted him. It was Katherin Warrant.
"Hey Allen, morning! Want to grab breakfast together?" she asked with a smile.
Ever since their last encounter, the two had been exchanging messages, but this was the first time Katherin had approached him directly to invite him out. She was looking for ways to get closer to Allen, and as for the fact that he was already married—she didn't really care. To her, it wasn't surprising for a man like him to be a bit of a playboy.
"Morning, Katherin. Sorry, I just finished eating," Allen replied. Unfortunately, he was still full and couldn't accept the pretty woman's invitation.
"Ahhh, what a shame. I was hoping to take you to my favorite spot, just the two of us," Katherin said, sounding a little disappointed.
"Maybe tonight I can clear some time for dinner," Allen offered, not wanting her to feel too let down.
Her face instantly brightened. "Okay! I'll call you tonight—don't be late, alright?"
"Alright," Allen answered with a faint smile.
After that, Allen drove to Rebecca's apartment. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, and soon Rebecca stepped out wearing a white blouse paired with a black mini skirt.
"Hey, beautiful. Are you ready?" Allen greeted her with a warm smile.
Rebecca looked incredibly sweet and charming. Her petite figure made Allen want to lift her up and hold her tight like a little doll.
"Hey, Allen. You're here pretty early… but yeah, I'm ready. Let's go," Rebecca replied with enthusiasm, clearly excited about their date.
That day, they planned to go to the city park, where a carnival was taking place—a perfect setting for a young couple to enjoy their time together.
The city park was buzzing with life, music, and the smell of sweet cotton candy filling the air. Hand in hand, Allen and Rebecca strolled past the colorful lights until her eyes lit up at one of the rides.
"Allen, let's try that one!" she said, pointing to the spinning swing ride.
Allen chuckled. "You sure? Looks pretty wild."
Rebecca gave him a playful pout. "What, are you scared?"
"Not at all," Allen grinned. "But don't blame me if you end up clinging to me the whole time."
As the swings spun higher and higher, Rebecca's laughter rang out, mixing with the rush of wind. She did cling to him—just like he predicted—and when they finally stepped off, she was slightly out of breath, cheeks glowing with excitement.
Next, they wandered over to a shooting booth where prizes hung on display. Rebecca's eyes gleamed when she spotted a large teddy bear.
"You want that one?" Allen asked.
"Mhm," she nodded with a shy smile.
Allen picked up the toy rifle, aimed carefully, and hit all the targets one after another. The booth owner whistled in surprise before handing over the teddy bear. Rebecca hugged it tightly, looking at Allen with sparkling eyes.
"You didn't have to try so hard just for me…" she whispered.
Allen smirked, leaning closer. "For you, I'll always try hard."
Rebecca's heart skipped, and her face turned a deep shade of red.
After that, they decided to enter the haunted house. Rebecca held onto Allen's arm even before they stepped inside.
"Don't laugh at me if I scream, okay?" she muttered nervously.
"Don't worry," Allen teased, pulling her a little closer. "I'll protect you."
Inside, the eerie glow of flickering lights and sudden jumpscares had Rebecca squealing and burying her face against Allen's chest. Allen couldn't help but laugh softly—not at her fear, but at how adorable she looked clinging to him.
By the time they stepped out from haunted house, Rebecca was still holding onto him tightly, refusing to let go.
"See? Told you I'd protect you," Allen said with a grin.
Rebecca pouted, though her lips curved into a smile. "You're not allowed to tease me anymore… but thanks, Allen."