Annette also explained that Greg was the one who developed the Tyrant Thanatos project, but unfortunately the project was considered a failure because the Tyrant was unstable and Umbrella decided to cancel it.

"Do you know where that man is now?" Allen asked.

"I don't know either, it seems he disappeared or went into hiding somewhere. Umbrella might also be looking for him," Annette replied, since she herself had no clue about Professor Greg's whereabouts.

"In that case, I'll have my mercenaries search for him," Allen said while already starting to form a plan.

After their conversation, Annette left, walking in an alluring manner, swaying her hips side to side. Seeing that, Allen couldn't understand why Dr. William would rather spend all his time on research instead of enjoying moments with Annette.

…

Later that night at the apartment, Raviel was cooking while humming a tune. When Allen entered, he could immediately smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, darling, what are you cooking?" Allen asked as he approached Raviel from behind.

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 replied, still focused on her cooking.

Allen then hugged her from behind, holding her gently.

Of course, Raviel did not refuse her husband's hug even though his hands were now groping toward her boob area.

'Does she not wear a bra and underwear'.

Raviel could only close her eyes when Allen pinched her nipples.

"Uhmnn, honey I'm cooking" she said but her ass was currently rubbing Allen's crotch area with her ass cheeks.

"I promise I'll be quick,"he said while lifting the apron she was wearing. And beneath it… Raviel didn't seem to be wearing anything at all.

Allen couldn't hold back any longer and began removing his clothes right there in the kitchen.

Raviel also lifted her ass higher so that her husband could access whichever hole he wanted to plug.

It wasn't long before Allen was smashing Raviel's pussy vigorously.

While his hands held between the two soft mountains.

Plok...plok...plok

... "Ouhh.... ahh... yes baby harder, fuck me yess"

Allen then fucked her needy pussy harder and harder at Raviel's request, it left her brain blank so that her tongue came out.

It wasn't long before Allen came hard inside her womb.

Feeling that Allen's love juices were swimming in her baby chamber made her climax too so that their love juices mixed.

"Ahhh... yes... darling I think our baby will love your juice inside there hihi.."

She said so 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 only gave a small nod. 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 came 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 also came into the dining room and gathered around the table. None of them paid much attention to Allen, who was already sitting there completely naked. They were long used to their husband's behavior—and of course, they all knew very well what usually followed after a dinner like this.

While they were eating Raviel went crawling under the dining table where Allen was sitting.

Then Raviel began to gently stroke the shaft— with both of her hands and swallowed the tip—of the cock with her warm lips.

The action is very perverted and passionate and makes Allen cum repeatedly in her mouth.

"Darling, you're so good at this," Allen praised Raviel's skill with a cheerful smile. The other women pouted playfully, a little jealous that their husband's attention was on her. Raviel, on the other hand, couldn't hide how happy she was to be praised by Allen.

Then she went back to her activities until her stomach was full of Allen yogut.

After finishing their meal, they continued their activities in the bedroom, and Allen took Tiamat, Demeter, and Hera to his room.

...

The next morning, Jill saw Allen staring at his laptop while going through some files.

"Darling, what are you doing?" she asked with gentle concern, 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, her face blushing red when Allen kissed her. Then she suddenly remembered,

"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.

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 Echo 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.

....

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 be impressed with his wife's efficiency.

Deep underground, on the twenty-second floor of the laboratory, a middle-aged man stood in front of a large glass tank. Inside floated a humanoid figure suspended in nutrient fluid.

Ding. The lab doors slid open.

"Hello, Professor," Allen said casually as he stepped in—but his face had now shifted into that of Nicolai.

Greg froze, his eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" He instinctively reached under the desk for a hidden weapon.

But Allen was faster. In one smooth motion, he drew his pistol and leveled it 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 start."

"You… you work for Umbrella?" Greg's face turned pale, his voice cracking.

"Haha, isn't it obvious now?" Allen replied coldly. "So do yourself a favor—stand up slowly, hands where I can see them. Don't make me pull the trigger."

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