Author's note: Sorry, I fell asleep, but I've prepared a rather long chapter for you all.
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"Nice to meet you too, Officer Allen," Rachel said, sounding a bit more excited — clearly wanting to get to know him better.
Unfortunately, Allen didn't have time for that right now. He and Leon still had a patrol to finish.
"Nice to meet you as well, but sorry — we have to get back to our patrol. Please be careful and try not to get yourself into trouble again," Allen said politely before gesturing for Leon to follow him.
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you both. I hope we see each other again," Rachel replied, smiling softly. For now, she had no choice but to let it go — though she still had plenty of chances left to approach her target.
Once Allen and Leon were back in the patrol car, Leon glanced at his partner.
"Man, you do realize that woman was totally into you, right? Why'd we just leave like that?"
"Rookie, you're still new to this," Allen said, smirking. "Even if a woman shows she's interested, it's better to act indifferent at first. Besides, we can't just abandon our duties for a woman, can we?"
Leon listened closely, impressed by Allen's confident tone and calm demeanor. Deep down, he started mentally taking notes — Allen's tips on how to win a woman's heart.
That night, after finishing their patrol, Allen headed back to his apartment after parting ways with Leon at the R.P.D. However, on his way home, Allen felt like he was being watched from a distance. Of course, he continued walking calmly. Meanwhile, the one secretly following Allen was Rachel—since she didn't have the chance to approach her target earlier, she decided to observe his movements and follow him to learn more about his activities first.
But when Allen turned into a small alley, he suddenly disappeared.
"Huh? Where did that guy go?" Rachel muttered in confusion.
"Looking for me, Miss Rachel?" Allen's voice came from right behind her.
"Ahhhh!" Rachel screamed in surprise and instinctively swung her knife straight toward Allen's neck. However, Allen swiftly grabbed her wrist before the blade could even touch him.
Allen was a little speechless at this point — what was it with female agents and their obsession with knives? It felt like every time he met one, they couldn't resist flashing a blade around or coming way too close to stabbing him.
Seriously, was it some kind of secret agent tradition or just their way of flirting?.
"You know, I don't think we need to use violence here—we can just talk calmly," Allen said as he released her wrist. "So, can you tell me why you're following me, Miss Rachel?"
Rachel, who finally realized what she had just done to Allen, blinked in shock. "Ahh, so it was you, Allen! Who said I was following you? I—I was just on my way home, okay?" Rachel said nervously as she slipped her knife back into the pocket inside her jacket.
"Don't lie to me. From your movements just now, it's clear you're a trained agent. Tell me, who do you work for—F.B.I or C.I.A?" Allen said while staring at Rachel's face.
Rachel, realizing her identity as a government agent had been exposed, finally admitted it. "I work for the C.I.A." Well, her mission was to extract Allen from the city if things got worse, so she didn't think it was a big deal to reveal that.
"Hmmm, you work for the C.I.A, huh? Then why are you following me? Am I going to be arrested or something?" Allen asked in a slightly teasing tone.
Rachel shook her head. "No... I was sent here to protect you. And coincidentally, I also have another mission in this city that I can't tell you about."
"You have a mission to protect me?" Allen almost laughed at her words. It's not that he underestimated her abilities—it's just that he found it unnecessary. Still, he was curious about who sent this woman. "Can you tell me who your superior is, the one who sent you?" Allen asked.
"My superior is Morgan Lansdale, but the one who ordered me to protect you is someone else. That person is Senator Ron Davis," Rachel said while glancing around cautiously.
Well, Allen was quite surprised. It turned out that the one who sent this woman was Senator Ron. Of course, he planned to thank that fat man later for sending him such a beautiful agent.
"Allen, can we find another place to talk?" Rachel asked, feeling that chatting in a narrow alley like this was quite exhausting.
"Hmmm, sure. Let's go somewhere nicer," Allen replied, then led the way toward a café not far from there.
At the café, Allen ordered a couple of coffees for them and finally sat down in a quiet corner.
"Okay, so Rachel, can I ask you something first? Are you married?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, I don't even have a boyfriend right now. Why are you asking that? Don't tell me you're interested in me. Please, tell me what you're thinking right now, Allen," she said, teasing him a little.
"Well, if I said I am interested in you, would I have a chance?" Allen replied, not backing down from her teasing.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic about my job," Rachel said, shifting the tone back to serious. "As you already know, my current assignment is to protect you."
"So, your job right now is just to protect me?" Allen asked, deliberately repeating her words.
"Yes, and I hope you'll cooperate so I can do my job more efficiently," Rachel replied firmly. She could tell Allen was still trying to play around, but she needed to keep things professional.
"Well, I don't think I need any protection right now. Besides, I already have my own bodyguards," Allen said casually.
"Are you underestimating me?" Rachel asked, slightly annoyed.
"Of course not. I know your skills are impressive," Allen replied calmly. "But as a woman and a field agent, you still have limitations compared to other top-tier operatives. Are you sure you can protect me a hundred percent from any kind of threat? Or even protect yourself if something happens?"
Allen's words hit Rachel like a direct blow. She knew he wasn't wrong—despite being a trained agent, she couldn't guarantee Allen's safety a hundred percent.
Rachel shook her head. "No, I can't even guarantee that. I know my limits, okay?" She knew her own capabilities and boundaries. Even among the other agents, she wasn't the best—there were others far more skilled than her.
But Allen just smiled. "What if I told you I have a way for you to gain real power—would you be interested?"
Rachel blinked, confused by what he meant. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"You've probably heard or investigated what Umbrella's been working on, haven't you?" Allen said calmly.
Rachel nodded. "Yeah, I know about the T-Virus and G-Virus."
"Well, let's just say I also have a serum similar to those—something that can enhance a person's physical condition. So, what do you think? Interested?" Allen leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a whisper that carried a devilish tone. "But of course, there's a condition."
Rachel's eyes locked on him, clearly taken aback by his words. The information he was hinting at was extremely valuable—something no one should know about. But she was certain of one thing: this man wouldn't reveal something like that without having serious backing. If she ever tried to leak this, she was sure something terrible would happen to her.
Yeah, she trusted her instincts—and right now, the way this man spoke felt like a devil tempting his prey.
"What's the condition?" Rachel asked, realizing that the best choice she had right now might be to accept whatever terms this man was offering.
"The condition's simple," Allen said with a faint smile. "All I want is your loyalty. Once you take my serum, you'll be working for me."
As he spoke, Allen's eyes briefly wandered across Rachel's face—then lower, catching the curve of her cleavage. Well, he couldn't deny it—her outfit was dangerously distracting, especially for any normal man.
"So, what you're saying is… you want me to work for you?" Rachel replied, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She could tell exactly where his eyes were wandering.
"Yes," Allen said smoothly, his gaze unwavering. "So… what's your answer?"
Rachel fell silent for a few moments, weighing the offer. The temptation of a serum that could enhance her physical abilities was hard to ignore. And honestly, it didn't sound like a bad deal at all.
"Alright," she finally said. "I'll accept your condition. What do you want me to do now?"
"Good choice," Allen replied with a confident smile. "Now, follow me—to my apartment."
Without another word, the two of them began heading toward his place.
In the apartment right now, Rachel was inside the fusion chamber, and Allen, who was looking at the woman submerged in the fusion tank, only thought "at least with this, you'll be able to survive in the future."
Not long after, his lab room door opened, and the one who came was Ada.
"What are you doing, suddenly you come and bring another woman again?" said Ada while folding her arms.
"Hahaha are you jealous now, how adorable," said Allen while kissing Ada's cheek.
Ada only smiled slightly and held both of Allen's cheeks and kissed his lips, "I'm not jealous, okay," replied Ada.
"Oh right, I received some information that someone has evidence of your involvement with Chief Brian. I hope you can be more careful next time, hehe looks like you've been used by someone," said Ada while grinning.
"Involvement about what exactly? Is this about Jill's maternity leave?" asked Allen, quite curious. Well, he didn't really care about it since he thought it was just a normal thing.
"There's a reporter who's being held in the R.P.D who told me about this, and he accused you of covering up the missing person cases. I hope you can be more careful next time if you make any deals," said Ada.
"Hmmm, did you go inside the prison? How did you do that?" said Allen, quite impressed with his woman.
"Well, of course, that's a secret," said Ada while caressing Allen's chest.
"Okay, thank you darling for the info," said Allen while hugging Ada's body. Allen really loved doing this to her, especially since the woman's body scent was always so fragrant, making him addicted and not wanting to let her go.
And not long after, Allen whispered in Ada's ear, and Ada only nodded with a blushed face. Then not long after, Allen lifted Ada's body and carried her to his room.
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Not long after, in Allen's bedroom, Ada's desperate pleas for mercy echoed through the walls, directed at the relentless Allen.
"Ahh... ughh... nooo, slower, darling!" Ada cried out, her voice breaking with exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. Her body was shackled to the bedposts, wrists and ankles bound tightly with cold metal handcuffs that bit into her skin. Her belly swelled dramatically, rounded and taut like that of a woman six months into pregnancy, the result of Allen's insatiable loads filling her up night after night.
Allen, the dominant force in the room, had no intention of easing up. This man, driven by raw lust and control, pounded into her without mercy, determined to fuck Ada until she blacked out from the intensity. He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her back onto his thick cock with every thrust.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The wet, rhythmic slapping of Allen's hips against Ada's ass filled the air, a relentless soundtrack to his assault. He alternated between her dripping pussy and her tight anal hole, sliding his massive shaft out of one and plunging deep into the other without pause. Each switch drew guttural moans from Ada, her body trembling under the dual invasion.
The sensation drove Ada to the edge of madness. It felt like her very soul was on the verge of escaping her body, lifted away by waves of forbidden pleasure that bordered on pain. Her mind blurred, lost in the haze of ecstasy and torment, every nerve ending firing wildly as Allen claimed her completely.
His cock pistoned in and out of her holes, stretching her pussy walls and clenching anus to their limits. He'd already pumped load after load of hot cum into her womb and rectum, the thick semen bloating her insides. Ada swore her swollen belly might burst at any moment, the pressure building from the sheer volume of his seed mixing with her own juices. It sloshed inside her with every brutal thrust, a constant reminder of his dominance.
She'd lost count of her orgasms—how many times had her pussy clenched around him, squirting in helpless release? Her limbs went slack, her body reduced to a limp ragdoll, utterly spent yet still responding to his invasions. Sweat poured down her skin, mingling with tears of overstimulation streaking her face.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Rebecca, Svetlana, and the other women who are currently relaxing together, their bodies aching from previous encounters. They only hope that Allen would stay locked away in his room. This is because they are still tired, not to mention their muscles are sore, pussies and asses still throbbing from yesterday's activities. If he emerged now, inviting them for more, they knew their fragile forms couldn't withstand another round. Their cunts and holes would tear, their spirits shatter under his unyielding stamina. They only hope Ada can endure in her room to face Allen.
Thankfully, the sounds from the bedroom suggested Allen was fully engrossed with Ada. No footsteps approached the door, no calls for fresh meat. The women exchanged relieved glances, sinking deeper into the couch, nursing their bruises and wiping away the remnants of cum from their thighs.
Hours dragged on through the night, the plopping slaps and Ada's fading cries punctuating the darkness. Allen flipped her onto her side, one leg hooked over his shoulder to deepen his access, ramming into her pussy with long, forceful strokes that made her belly jiggle. Then he pulled out, slick with her arousal, and forced his way into her ass, the tight ring yielding reluctantly as he buried himself to the hilt. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, leaving red handprints, and bit down on her shoulder, marking her as his property.
Ada's begs turned to whimpers, her voice hoarse. "Please... I can't... it's too much..." But Allen only growled in response, his pace quickening. He reached around to pinch her swollen clit, rubbing it roughly until she convulsed in another climax, her pussy gushing around nothing while he fucked her ass raw.
As dawn crept closer, the first hints of morning light filtering through the curtains, Ada's resistance crumbled completely. Her eyes rolled back, body arching one final time before going limp, passing out from the exhaustive pleasure-pain marathon. Allen thrust a few more times, grunting as he unleashed one last torrent of cum into her overflowing pussy, then finally withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined fluids.
Now, in the pale morning glow, Ada's state was a wreck of debauchery. Her body bloated even further, belly protruding like a nine-month pregnancy, stretched skin shiny with sweat and streaked with handprints from slaps and bite marks from Allen's teeth. Bruises bloomed across her thighs, breasts, and neck—testaments to his rough handling. Her pussy and anus gaped slightly, unable to close after the relentless pounding, continuously leaking a thick, yogurt-like mixture of cum and her own creamy discharge. It poured out in steady rivulets, soaking the sheets beneath her into a sticky mess, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
Allen stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He unchained her wrists but left her ankles bound for now, knowing she'd be out cold for hours. The room reeked of their marathon fuck session, walls echoing faintly with the memory of her screams. Downstairs, the women stirred at the quiet, wondering if the storm had passed—or if Allen's hunger would soon turn their way.
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