"Allen, wake up!" Jill gently shook his body after she finished putting on clean clothes.

"Hmm... yeah... morning, beautiful," Allen mumbled, eyes still half-closed.

"Stop teasing me and go take a shower," Jill replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"In that case, I need a morning kiss to feel refreshed," he said with a sleepy smile— while still wrapped in the blanket.

Jill sighed. "Oh, fine... come here."

She leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips—but Allen suddenly pulled her closer and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Jill let out a small gasp in surprise and quickly pushed him away, blushing.

"Okay, enough! Go shower! Now you smell like me!"

"And isn't that a sign I completely own you now?" Allen grinned mischievously.

"Ugh... just go. Shower. Now."

"Aye, ma'am!" Allen said with a mock military salute, then smacked Jill's butt before dashing into the bathroom.

Seconds later, Jill's voice rang out from outside.

"ALLEN!... YOU—!!"

She still sore from last night's intense workout, Jill winced as a dull ache returned to her hips. Her backside throbbed— uncomfortably with every movement. Feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment, especially after recalling what they did—she decided to leave the room and go meet up with the other girls instead.

Allen had just finished his shower when he noticed the room was now empty.

"She left, huh? Well, whatever... Oh right, I should check on Alex, she might be awake by now."

Before heading out, Allen called for room service to clean up his room—the aftermath of last night's "exercise" was still scattered around and clearly not presentable.

Meanwhile, in the room where Alex was being treated, the girl slowly began to wake up. She opened her eyes gradually and saw several IV tubes attached to her body.

"Ohh... you're awake, Miss Wesker. Did you have a sweet dream last night?" Allen said with his signature smile—a smile that could make any woman swoon and willingly surrender herself to him.

Fortunately, Alex's vision was still blurry, so she didn't catch sight of that dangerously hypnotic grin.

"What... did you do to me?" she mumbled weakly.

"Hey, don't treat me like some kind of villain," Allen replied casually. "You fainted last night, remember? I had to carry you to my room for treatment."

Hearing that, Alex felt a wave of relief and silently thanked him. She had momentarily forgotten she was ill, and didn't realize her condition had worsened so quickly.

"Here, drink this," Allen said, handing her a glass of oddly colored liquid. "It'll help ease your suffering."

His tone was a little ambiguous—almost like he was offering her poison.

The shimmering, rainbow-like color of the drink didn't help ease her suspicion either.

"Relax, it's not poison," Allen assured her with a smirk. "This will stabilize your condition for the next few months."

After a moment of hesitation, Alex finally gathered the courage to drink it.

To her surprise, the effects were almost immediate. The pain she had been feeling began to fade, and her body started to feel noticeably better.

She was stunned—Allen's concoction was remarkably effective.

She began to see him not just as a perverted man, but as someone with extraordinary skills in medicine.

"Thank you... I feel much better now," Alex said softly.

"You're welcome, Miss Weske—"

"Alex... just call me Alex," she quickly cut him off. She wanted to get closer to Allen. Especially after witnessing his talents, she felt there might be a way to use them to her advantage.

"Ah, alright, if you insist, Alex. You can just call me Allen too," he replied with a relaxed smile.

Alex then tried to get up from the bed. But as she moved, the sheet covering her slipped off completely, leaving her standing naked in front of Allen.

The room fell silent for a moment. The atmosphere was a little tense—not out of embarrassment, but simply because it all happened so suddenly.

"Hmm... your body's quite beautiful. Mind if I observe it for a bit?" Allen said with a completely straight face, showing no sign of awkwardness.

His eyes calmly studied every detail of Alex's figure—around 5'10 feat", slightly taller than Jill who stood at 5'8 feat". D-cup breasts, wide hips, and a mature, alluring build.

'Tsk, tsk… she really is like an adult version of Jill. A MILF, to be exact. Thirty-four years old, if I recall correctly. Yep… definitely MILF material.'

'Such a shame—someone this gorgeous ended up becoming one of the main villains in the Resident Evil series.'

"Are you done staring?" Alex asked as she walked over to where her clothes were hanging. She picked them up and put them on with elegant, confident movements.

Allen raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed. Even after what just happened, Alex managed to carry herself with grace—almost like she was on stage.

"Well... too bad the show ended so soon," Allen said in a mock-disappointed tone, then stepped closer while holding a few documents. "Here. For you."

"Hmm? What's this?" Alex asked, confused as she took the papers and began to read.

"That's a report on your physical condition," Allen said in a serious tone. "And also... a bill for my medical services. I hope you'll settle it soon."

Alex narrowed her eyes at him, trying to tell if he was joking. Allen remained calm, expression unreadable—though it was clear he was just teasing her.

Well, even if it was a joke, the truth was: those custom-made medicines weren't cheap...

"I'm just kidding. But you really should read the report—it might explain why you're suffering from this illness. This isn't a naturally occurring disease."

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you about this," Alex said quietly. She didn't want to involve the person who had already saved her in the internal affairs of her company—especially not now, while she was still under Spencer's surveillance.

Just thinking about it made her chest feel tight.

On one hand, Alex desperately wanted to tell Allen everything. She hoped he could be her savior. She didn't want to die—not like this, slowly eaten away by a disease that was breaking her down from the inside.

And Allen... Allen was her only hope to survive.

Maybe... maybe the answer lies with him. He could easily craft medicine that suppressed the symptoms, even if only temporarily. If given time... maybe he could actually cure me.

"Hey… are you okay? You spaced out for a while. Did you even hear what I said?" Allen's voice brought her back to reality.

"Sorry, I guess my mind drifted off somewhere," Alex replied, forcing a small smile despite the turmoil inside her.

"It's fine," Allen replied casually, handing her a business card. "Here's my card, Alex. If your condition gets worse, just call this number."

He then handed her another piece of paper—a prescription. "And this... is a formula for the meds your body needs. Don't miss a dose—unless you want your body to start mutating."

Alex's eyes widened in shock, instantly on alert.

"W-What? You know something?"

"Hey, calm down. I examined your body, of course I know. Your blood is mixed with an unknown virus—something foreign. It's destabilizing your DNA. That medicine isn't an antivirus. It's just a temporary suppressant to keep your DNA from breaking down completely."

Well… Allen's mind drifted back to the lore surrounding Alex Wesker.

She was one of only two survivors from Project W, a twisted experiment designed by Oswell E. Spencer—a delusional old man obsessed with creating the perfect human being.

Tragically, countless people were sacrificed for that obsession.

Alex was one of the "successful" ones. But her life was anything but free. She had remained a lab rat, injected with the Progenitor Virus in controlled stages—slowly but surely, her body was molded and altered without consent, without choice.

And the final stage? 1998. That was when Alex, along with other selected subjects, was scheduled to be injected with a prototype virus—an early version of something even more horrifying.

It was madness. All of it done in the name of one foolish goal: immortality.

They were willing to destroy bodies, minds, and souls just to create something "perfect."

Allen exhaled quietly, his gaze drifting back to Alex. She sat there, calm on the surface—but he could see it. Beneath that calm, she was terrified.

Hearing Allen's explanation and seeing the data from her health examination, fear began to creep into Alex's heart. She wanted to live. She hated Spencer, hated Umbrella, and felt like the world was truly unfair. Why hasn't anyone saved me?

Since birth, she had been abducted—forced into training to become the "perfect" human. Her body was pumped full of drugs and subjected to countless experiments. Many children her age had died during the process, but somehow, she survived. Back then, Alex truly believed she was "the chosen one," the only perfect subject.

She wanted to get revenge on Spencer for everything he'd done to her. But now, faced with the reality that her body was slowly deteriorating from the inside out—that death might be closer than she thought—fear swallowed everything. Her body started to tremble. She didn't want to die. Not now.

"Hey… are you okay?" Allen asked, gently taking her trembling hand. His touch was warm, calm—like he was trying to silence the storm of fear inside her.

"If your condition worsens, don't hesitate to call me. Maybe a few years from now, I'll have a real cure for you."

He said it lightly, but with conviction. And he meant it.

In his mind, Allen had already started planning his trip to the Marvel universe. There was so much out there he could use—technology and knowledge that humanity hadn't even come close to touching. Tony Stark's Arc Reactor, cutting-edge nanotech, rare minerals from Wakanda… it was only a matter of time.

He was even thinking about stealing the Super Soldier Serum and perfecting it to eliminate any side effects. And of course, the venom from that radioactive spider that could turn someone into Spider-Man—that was on the list too.

If he could gather and modify all of it... it wouldn't just be for Alex.

He could use it for Jill too.

Sure, Allen could strengthen Jill's body using the Third Magic, but the Super Soldier Serum was more fitting for a world like this—one without magic. At most, he could make his women immortal, but giving them powers like sorcery didn't seem necessary. This world wasn't nearly as dangerous as the other universes.

Though if he ever planned to bring them into a world filled with real magic... well, that would be a different story.

Hearing Allen's explanation, Alex began to feel calmer. She let out a soft sigh, then stood up from her seat.

"Thank you. I'll contact you if I ever need anything. I hope… we can be friends, Allen."

"Of course," Allen replied with a small smile. "I wouldn't mind being friends with a beautiful woman like you, Mrs. Wesker."

Alex let out a quiet scoff, half amused, half annoyed.

"I told you, just call me by my first name. Okay? Just call me Alex."

Allen nodded. "Alright, Alex."

"Bye, Allen. See you some other time."

Alex left the room, her steps lighter than before. In her mind, she had already begun planning for the future. That plan might involve Allen—but one thing was certain: she would never put him in danger. Allen now was important to her. She needed him. Because he said he could cure her disease, she wouldn't let anything harm him.

After that Alex left the room, Jill entered with a light step.

"She's gone?" she asked, glancing toward the door.

"Yeah, she's gone," Allen replied, then his eyes landed on something Jill was holding.

"Hey, what's that you're carrying?"

"It's food. I brought you something to eat, since you always forget about meals," Jill said as she set the tray down on the table.

Allen grinned. "Thanks, love." Without a second thought, he began eating the meal Jill had brought him.

While waiting for Allen to finish eating, Jill sat down beside him.

"Hey, where are the others? I thought Hera and the rest were still supposed to be on maid duty this week?"

Of course, Allen wouldn't miss a chance to be served by the goddesses. And in his mind, he'd already made a plan. He had waited long enough, and now, he was eager to conquer the other goddesses in bed—one by one.

"They're enjoying the sauna with the others," Jill answered casually.

"A sauna, huh? Sounds nice. Let's head there after I finish eating," Allen said as he took his last bite.

"Okay~," Jill replied sweetly, leaning her head on his shoulder while keeping him company until he was done.

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