....
Six hours later, near the Arklay Mountains.
After spending the entire day patrolling the area around the Arklay Mountains, Allen hadn't encountered a single zombie dog. The task was painfully boring, but luckily he had Rebecca and Svetlana with him.
During the trip, Allen occasionally wrapped an arm around Rebecca's waist and gently caressed her stomach, enjoying the feeling.
Ever since she had been injected with the serum, Rebecca's body had become even more beautiful. Her height and chest size hadn't changed much, but her scent had become strangely intoxicating, and her skin had turned smoother and softer to the touch.
"Hey, darling, how about we put a baby in here?" Allen teased while still stroking Rebecca's belly.
"A baby? …No, no… I'm still way too young for that," Rebecca quickly refused, shaking her head.
At eighteen, she felt she was far too young to become a mother. She wanted to enjoy her youth a little longer before thinking about children.
"Hahaha, alright, alright," Allen laughed at her reaction.
Not long after, his phone rang. It was Jill, who was currently lounging by the pool in a bikini at the large mansion they had just bought. The place was secluded, far from the noise of the city, yet still close to the beach.
"Darling, we already bought a big mansion here," Jill said while sunbathing, with Athena and Hestia lying beside her.
"Hey Jill, can you put some sunscreen on me—oh, are you calling Allen?" Athena asked as she leaned over to look at the phone screen.
Jill nodded when she heard that.
"Of course, but after that I want you to do the same for me," Jill replied.
Athena nodded in agreement.
"By the way, are you on the phone with Allen right now?" Athena asked.
"Yup."
Hestia, who heard that, immediately got up from her chair and walked over to Jill.
"Oh, are you talking with Allen on the phone? Can I borrow your phone for a moment? I miss him," Hestia said eagerly.
Jill handed her phone over without hesitation.
Hestia quickly turned on the loudspeaker and spoke.
"I miss you, Allen. When are you coming to join us?"
Hearing Hestia's voice, Allen smiled.
"I miss you all too. And don't worry—I'll join you soon. Once I finish my work here, I'll head over right away," Allen replied warmly.
"By the way, how are the others doing? And how are the pregnancies? There aren't any problems, right?" Allen asked with concern.
"We're all doing fine," Hestia reassured him with a gentle smile.
"And the baby's growing healthy. Thanks to the serum, I don't feel nearly as much discomfort as a normal pregnancy," Jill added.
"That's good to hear," Allen said.
At the same time, he pulled Rebecca a little closer into his arms as she continued reading her book.
Right now, Rebecca was reading a book about virology. She seemed determined to continue her studies after this and deepen her knowledge of medicine.
Her goal in studying this was naturally to help Allen develop new serums—and also to help people in the future.
When Rebecca felt Allen touching her, she didn't seem to mind at all and continued focusing on her book.
If anything, she actually seemed to enjoy it.
They chatted for a while longer before Jill finally hung up, after she satisfied with their little conversation.
.....
While Allen was patrolling the Arklay Mountains, Excella was holding a press conference in Europe about a new medicine Tricell was preparing to release. Standing confidently before the cameras, elegant as ever, Excella introduced two groundbreaking drugs: an anti-cancer treatment and an anti-diabetes treatment—both originally provided by Allen but perfected by her in record time.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Excella said calmly as flashes from dozens of cameras illuminated the laboratory, "today Tricell will demonstrate a medical breakthrough that the world has been waiting for."
Thanks to this, her name had been making waves recently, and she had quickly risen to prominence. These achievements not only earned her recognition but also secured significant resources from the Travis family. With these newfound resources, Excella felt more determined than ever to prove herself to Allen and strengthen their bond.
After all, no other drugs capable of curing these two diseases had ever existed before, making her discovery the hottest topic worldwide.
Reporters swarmed for the chance to interview her.
"Miss Excella! Are you saying this treatment can truly cure cancer?" one journalist shouted.
Excella only gave a faint, confident smile.
"You will see the results shortly," she replied coolly.
Though Excella felt a flicker of nervousness under the immense spotlight, she kept her poise.
Today, inside her laboratory, she prepared for a live demonstration in front of the press. The experiment had been tested before, but she still prayed this public trial would succeed without a hitch.
Several patients suffering from various types of cancer were brought forward to undergo treatment.
"Begin the procedure," Excella ordered calmly.
Before the audience's eyes, the patients who had once looked weak and frail began to recover, their energy gradually returning as scans confirmed their cancers had begun to disappear.
A doctor staring at the medical monitor suddenly froze.
"The tumor markers are dropping rapidly," he muttered in disbelief.
"What did you say?" another doctor asked.
"The cancer cells… they're being destroyed."
Next came diabetic patients, who after treatment reported surges of energy, their blood sugar levels stabilizing to normal.
"I feel… amazing," one patient said while flexing his hands in disbelief.
The nurses quickly checked the medical readings again.
"It's completely stable," one of them whispered.
"As you can see," Excella declared proudly to the audience, her voice carrying a note of triumph, "the patients are now cured and can return to living normal, healthy lives."
The room erupted into applause as the demonstration ended in flawless success.
"Miss Excella! When will this treatment be available to the public?"
"Will Tricell distribute this medicine globally?"
"Is this the end of cancer as we know it?"
Reporters scrambled forward, eager to capture every angle of Excella, whose poised elegance made her shine even brighter under the flashing cameras.
Moments later, several cancer patients who had still been asleep began to stir, slowly opening their eyes. Their condition was drastically different from before—they looked healthier, stronger, almost renewed.
However, the results were slightly different from the diabetic patients. The cancer patients had not yet fully recovered and would require several more treatments. Even so, the test data clearly showed that the cancer cells inside their bodies had already begun to decrease significantly.
The attending doctors, stunned by what they were witnessing, rushed in to examine the patients themselves.
"This is extraordinary…" one doctor murmured while studying the scan results.
"It's not a complete cure yet," another doctor said, "but the reduction rate of the cancer cells is unbelievable."
The doctors attending the conference soon began applauding the results. To them, Excella had clearly discovered a groundbreaking medicine capable of truly combating cancer.
Excella, maintaining her calm confidence, gestured for them to proceed, granting permission without hesitation.
"Feel free to verify the results yourselves," she said calmly.
After several minutes of examination, the doctors finally nodded in agreement.
"Very well," Excella announced smoothly once the examinations confirmed the miraculous results. "That will be all for today. As for the production of these medicines, we will strive to reduce costs so that as many people as possible will be able to afford them."
"Miss Excella," one reporter shouted, "this discovery could change the entire pharmaceutical industry!"
Excella only smiled faintly.
"I'm aware of that."
With that, Excella turned and departed the lab, her every step radiating grace and authority.
The press conference had not only cemented her reputation but also placed her in the global spotlight.
As she walked away, a smile of satisfaction curved her lips—though beneath it lay something more: a growing obsession.
Her thoughts were already on Allen.
She couldn't wait to contact him and share her triumph, certain that this success would bring her even closer to him.
.....
A few days after the press conference, Excella unveiled another wave of groundbreaking products—anti-aging medicine, along with an entire line of beauty treatments. Unsurprisingly, these products became instant bestsellers. Women around the world clamored for them, and the shelves were constantly emptied faster than factories could restock them.
Her company's value skyrocketed, its stock prices soaring to unprecedented heights. Countless corporations rushed to secure contracts with her, eager to ride the wave of her success.
Yet Excella, resolute and selective, rejected them all without hesitation.
"Tricell doesn't need partners who only appear after success," she said coldly during one meeting, her sharp gaze silencing the executives in the room.
Despite the flood of offers, her heart remained untouched.
Numerous wealthy and powerful men tried to win her over, inviting her to dinners and proposing partnerships that stretched far beyond business.
"Miss Excella, perhaps we could discuss cooperation over dinner tonight," one European tycoon suggested with a confident smile.
Excella barely glanced at him.
"I'm not interested," she replied flatly before walking away.
In her mind, there was only one man—Allen.
At night, she was restless, unable to sleep. Desire gnawed at her, sharp and unrelenting, like a wolf in heat. She would scroll through her phone, staring at Allen's picture again and again.
Her lips curled into a mocking smile whenever she thought about the other men who tried to approach her.
"Pathetic," she murmured quietly.
Compared to Allen, they were pitiful—weak, unattractive, utterly beneath her notice.
Her obsession grew by the day.
Every heartbeat whispered his name.
But for now, she forced herself to wait, to endure, knowing her work here was not yet finished.
When the time came, she would have him—and nothing would stand in her way.
After Excella finally finished all her work—something she had been striving for for more than a week—she finally got what she wanted. Even her father had released her from his grip, no longer forcing her to marry into the Travis family.
Hearing the news, Excella immediately grabbed her phone and called Allen.
"Allen, Allen… we did it, my dearest partner!" she said excitedly as soon as the call connected. "The medicines you proposed are selling like crazy—we're constantly running out of stock! And now my father has stopped forcing me to marry into the Travis family. They finally understand the wealth and potential I'll gain in the future."
At that moment, Allen was leaning back comfortably while enjoying the attention Alyssa was giving him. He simply closed his eyes, listening to Excella while relaxing.
"Good," Allen replied calmly. "But you need to be careful for your own safety. I don't want anything happening to you. There will be plenty of people jealous of your success."
A soft sound escaped him as he finished speaking.
Excella immediately noticed the subtle change in his tone.
Her expression darkened slightly with jealousy.
She could easily imagine what he was doing—and with whom.
She wanted to be the one there.
"Alright… I'll listen to your advice and be careful," Excella said, trying to control her voice. "Allen… can we meet?"
"It'll be difficult for us to meet right now," Allen replied casually. "Umbrella has people watching me here, and leaving the city isn't exactly easy."
Excella bit her lip slightly, her frustration and desire mixing together.
"It doesn't matter," she said quickly. "I can come to your place secretly. Would that be alright?"
Her voice carried a clear urgency now.
Allen chuckled softly.
"Oh? If you're willing to go that far, then I don't see a problem," he replied.
"Later I'll give you the contact information for one of my mercenaries. He'll pick you up quietly and bring you here."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"I'll also send you some data on a few other medicines. And if you're interested in the T-Serum… I might even give you the formula. Once you arrive here." A faint smile appeared on his lips.
And of course, Exella's eyes instantly lit up, because her family had been after that serum, and if she delivered it directly to them, she was sure she'd get everything she had always dreamed of.
Power. Freedom. Recognition.
But the truth was—she had already made up her mind long ago.
In fact, even if she hadn't gotten the T-Serum, Exella had already been prepared to give her body and soul to Allen. She'd rather be ruined by him than forced into marrying into the Travis family.
'Yes anything with Allen was better than being forced into a political marriage with the Travis family.'
"I see… then I'll come right away," Excella said, a faint smile forming on her lips. "But I hope I won't get scolded by your wives."
Allen chuckled softly on the other end of the line.
"Of course not," he replied casually. "You can come whenever you want."
Hearing that answer, Excella's smile widened slightly.
Allen, meanwhile, leaned back with a faintly amused expression. He was somewhat impressed—Excella clearly intended to come here personally, and not just for business.
She wanted to tempt him.
And Allen had never been the type to refuse when a woman took the initiative.
"Well then," Excella said softly, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation. "I'll prepare everything and leave tonight."
"I'll be waiting," Allen replied.
The call ended shortly after.
Excella slowly lowered her phone, her crimson lips curling into a confident smile.
"Allen…"
She whispered his name under her breath.
Soon enough—
She would finally be standing right in front of him.
....
After the call ended, Allen's piercing gaze shifted back to Alyssa, who stood before him completely bare, her skin flushed a deep crimson from the serum coursing through her veins. She had just injected herself with the experimental dose, and now her body quivered with an insatiable heat, every nerve ending alive and demanding more. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her thighs slick with arousal as she fought the overwhelming urge to touch herself.
Allen reached out, his fingers clamping firmly around her delicate chin, tilting her face up to lock eyes with him. A wicked smirk curled his lips, his dominance radiating like a dark aura. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Alyssa dropped to her knees without hesitation, her voice trembling with submission. "Y-yes, sir…" But Allen had no intention of letting her linger there. In one swift motion, he hauled her to her feet, spun her around, and forced her forward until her upper body pressed against the cool surface of the table. Without a moment's pause, he aligned his throbbing cock with her soaked entrance and drove into her with a single, brutal thrust, eliciting a sharp scream from her lips.
"Ahhh! Oh God—!" Alyssa cried out, her back bowing sharply as his thick length speared deep inside her, slamming against her cervix and pressing insistently into the depths of her womb. The sudden invasion stretched her walls to their limit, the serum amplifying every sensation into a blaze of ecstasy and pain.
Allen fisted a handful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose the vulnerable curve of her neck. "You wanted this, didn't you? You dosed yourself with my serum, turning into this desperate, dripping mess… Now you'll take every inch until I decide you've had enough." His words were laced with possessive hunger, his hips already snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.
"Yes! Please—harder! Use me, Allen!" she begged, her voice fracturing under the onslaught of pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
Plop! ... Plop! ... Plop! ...
The wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh echoed through the private room, Allen's relentless pounding shaking Alyssa's entire frame. He didn't hold back, his powerful thrusts driving her body forward with each impact, the table groaning under the force as if it might splinter.
Allen's pace quickened, his hips pistoning faster and harder, burying himself to the hilt over and over. Alyssa's fingers dug into the wooden surface, her knuckles blanching white from the effort to hold on, a thin trail of drool escaping her parted lips as waves of overwhelming bliss crashed through her. Her mind blurred, lost in the raw dominance claiming her completely.
"Say it," Allen snarled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he wrenched her hair tighter, forcing her to arch even more. "Whose little toy are you?"
"I—I'm yours, Allen! Your slut—your toy! Please don't stop!" she sobbed, her words dissolving into desperate cries as her body convulsed.
He delivered a sharp spank to her ass, the crack resounding sharply in the confined space, leaving a blooming red handprint on her pale skin. "That's right. You belong to me. Every hole, every breath—you exist to serve me." His voice was a dark promise, fueling the fire raging within her.
"Y-yes! Yes! I'm yours!" Alyssa wailed, her legs quaking uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm tore through her, her inner muscles clenching around him like a vice.
Allen showed no mercy, continuing to ravage her with unyielding force, plunging deeper with each savage thrust until his own release built to a fever pitch. His body went rigid, muscles coiling like a predator's. With a guttural growl, he buried himself one final time, his hands clamping her hips in a bruising grip as his cock pulsed, flooding her womb with hot spurts of cum.
"Fuck—take it all, Alyssa," he snarled, grinding against her to ensure every drop stayed deep inside, marking her as his.
Alyssa's body shuddered violently, her belly clenching as the warmth spread through her, pushing her into another peak of ecstasy amid tears of raw emotion. "Ahhh—yesss! Fill me, Allen! Please—don't stop…!"
Finally, Allen eased his rhythm, drawing her trembling form back against his chest while remaining sheathed inside her, her walls still fluttering around him. "Good girl," he murmured darkly into her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive lobe in a teasing kiss. "Don't think this will end... because I'm not finished with you yet."
Slap!
Allen's hand came down hard on Alyssa's ass once more, the impact making her cheeks glow an even brighter red, the sting igniting fresh sparks of need.
"Ough… yes, spank my ass!" she cried out, her voice hoarse but eager, pushing back against him instinctively.
Slap!
Grinning with feral satisfaction, Allen withdrew from her pussy only to press the slick head of his cock against her tight asshole. He thrust forward without mercy, sinking deep into the forbidden heat before setting a frantic, rough pace with his hips. Alyssa's moans filled the air, unrestrained and primal, her body surrendering fully to his command.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The obscene sounds of his relentless anal pounding blended seamlessly with Alyssa's desperate, echoing cries, the room thick with the unbridled scent and symphony of their shameless lust.
Meanwhile, as Sherry was walking to her room — which wasn't far from Allen's — she heard their voices and turned to her mother.
"Mom, what are Allen and Alyssa doing? They sound like—"
"Okay, sweetie, you should just go to your room and finish your schoolwork," Annette said, not wanting to explain such things to her daughter since she was still young. She was a little upset at Allen for setting such a bad example in front of her daughter.
Even so, hearing Alyssa's moans made Annette's panties damp once Sherry went into her room. Annette then headed straight for Allen's room, wanting to join Alyssa as well. And once she entered, the sound of their moaning filled the room even more.