"Allen, wake up!" Jill gently shook him after finishing changing into clean clothes.
"Hm… yeah… morning, beautiful," Allen mumbled, his eyes still half-closed.
"Stop teasing, idiot, and go take a shower," Jill said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"In that case, I need a morning kiss to feel refreshed," he replied with a sleepy smile, still wrapped snugly in the blanket.
Jill sighed, then stepped closer. "Alright then—come here."
She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips—but in the next instant, Allen pulled her closer, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Jill gasped in surprise and quickly pushed him away, her face burning red.
"Kyah—ahaha! Okay, that's enough! Don't tickle me there, that's embarrassing!" she protested, laughing as she finally broke free.
After he stopped, Jill huffed and pointed toward the bathroom. "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 leaving, Allen called for room service to clean up the room. The aftermath of last night's "exercise" was still scattered around—definitely not something suitable to be seen.
Meanwhile, in the room where Alex was being treated, the girl slowly began to regain consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was the several IV tubes connected to her body.
"Oh… you're awake, Miss Wesker. Did you have a sweet dream last night?" Allen said with his signature smile—a smile infamous for making women's hearts skip a beat and tempting them to surrender themselves without resistance.
Fortunately for Alex, her vision was still blurry, sparing her from that dangerously hypnotic grin.
"What… did you do to me?" she muttered weakly.
"Hey, don't look at me like I'm some kind of villain," Allen replied casually. "You fainted last night, remember? I had to carry you to my room so I could treat you."
Hearing that, Alex felt a wave of relief wash over her. She silently thanked him—she had momentarily forgotten about her illness and hadn't realized how rapidly her condition had deteriorated.
"Here, drink this," Allen said, handing her a glass filled with a strangely colored liquid. "It'll help ease your suffering."
His tone was oddly ambiguous—almost as if he were offering her poison. The shimmering, rainbow-like hue of the drink didn't exactly help calm her nerves.
"Relax, it's not poison," Allen added with a faint smirk. "This will stabilize your condition for the next few months."
After a brief moment of hesitation, Alex finally gathered the courage to drink it.
"Auh… what is this? It tastes absolutely awful," she complained, feeling her tongue grow numb almost instantly from the medicine.
But to her surprise, the effects were immediate.
The pain that had been tormenting her began to fade, and her body felt noticeably lighter—healthier. Alex stared at Allen in disbelief. The concoction he had given her was astonishingly effective.
At that moment, she began to see him not merely as a perverted man… but as someone possessing extraordinary medical skills.
"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". C-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 begun planning his trip to the Marvel universe.
There was simply too much there that he could make use of—technology and knowledge humanity hadn't even come close to reaching. Tony Stark's Arc Reactor, cutting-edge nanotechnology, rare minerals from Wakanda… it was only a matter of time before he got his hands on them. He was even considering stealing the Super Soldier Serum and perfecting it, eliminating every last side effect. And of course, the venom from that radioactive spider—the one that created Spider-Man—was also on his list.
If I can gather and modify all of it… Allen thought, this won't just be for Alex.
He could use it for Jill as well.
Of course, Allen could strengthen Jill's body with Raviel's help—using her miraculous abilities, it would be effortless if he truly wanted to. But he deliberately chose not to rely on Raviel for something like this. Somehow, it just didn't feel right to use miracle intervention in a world like this.
The Super Soldier Serum, on the other hand, was far more fitting—science born from human hands, for a world without magic.
Besides, this world wasn't nearly as dangerous as the other universes he'd visited.
Though… if he ever planned to bring them into a world overflowing with true magic—
Well, that would be a completely 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, and not long after, Jill entered with light, unhurried steps.
"She's gone?" Jill asked, glancing briefly toward the door.
"Yeah, she's gone," Allen replied. Then his gaze shifted to what Jill was carrying. "Hey, what's that?"
"It's food," Jill said as she set the tray down on the table. "I brought you something to eat. You always forget meals when you're busy."
Allen grinned. "Thanks, love."
Without a second thought, he began eating what she had brought. While waiting for him to finish, Jill sat down beside him.
"By the way," she said casually, "where are the others? I thought Hera and the rest were still on maid duty this week?"
Of course, Allen had no intention of missing the chance to be served by his wives—the former goddesses who now belonged to his side. And in his mind, a plan had already begun to take shape. He had waited long enough.
Now… he was eager to conquer the remaining goddesses—one by one.
"They're enjoying the sauna with the others," Jill replied nonchalantly.
"A sauna, huh? Sounds nice," Allen said, taking his last bite. "Let's head there after I'm done."
"Okay~," Jill answered sweetly, resting her head against his shoulder as she stayed by his side until he finished.
.....
After finishing his lunch, Allen made his way to the VIP sauna area of the cruise ship, where the girls were currently relaxing. There, they were enjoying gentle massages from the spa therapists on duty.
Fortunately, all the therapists were women—because Allen, known to be quite possessive when it came to his girls, definitely wouldn't have been happy if a man were touching their bodies, even for something as professional as a massage.
"Hey, looks like you're all having fun without inviting me," Allen remarked with a smirk.
"Ohh, Allen! You finally came," Raviel responded cheerfully. "Come join us! You'll definitely enjoy it... because the ones who'll be massaging you are them."
She pointed toward Hera, Demeter, Athena, Hestia, Persephone, and Artemis—all standing by the massage chairs with expressions that could only be described as… disgrace.
Allen raised an eyebrow, both surprised and amused. "Oh? So they're still going through with their punishment as maids, huh?"
Seeing the determined looks on the girls' faces, Allen could tell that their pride wouldn't let them back out of the wager's result.
"Of course~," Raviel replied in a teasing tone. "And remember, you're free to do anything you want to them."
"Anything?" Allen repeated, his brow still arched. The way she said it instantly sparked a few mischievous thoughts in his head.
"Husban…" Tiamat, who was standing nearby, looked a bit downcast. Not being able to serve Allen herself because her role had been temporarily replaced clearly made her feel disappointed.
"Tia… don't pout like that," Aphrodite said gently, trying to comfort her. "Just enjoy your day today. It's only temporary, okay?"
Meanwhile, Jill could only shake her head at their antics. Without saying much, she joined in and began enjoying a massage from one of the spa staff. Her body was still sore, and she knew the massage would help ease the tension.
"Allen... I mean, Master... come with us. We've prepared a special room for you," Hera said in a somewhat shy tone, her cheeks flushing slightly as she said it.
Allen turned his head and smiled slightly, then nodded. "Alright, show me the way."
Without another word, Hera started walking first, followed by Allen and the other women who were all still wearing their maid uniforms. Their steps were graceful, and the atmosphere became more intimate as they entered the corridor leading to the private room.
Allen's gaze was caught. The maid uniforms worn by the goddesses were designed to be seductive. The fabric was thin, the design open, showing their curves very clearly. Especially the breasts-those deep cleavages looked so alluring, and it seemed that they were not wearing bras. In the slight detail under the thin fabric he could see their nipples protruding from the thin uniform and it made Allen almost lose focus.
His throat felt instantly dry. He swallowed, trying to keep a calm expression even though his mind was running a little wild.
But his pants felt tighter than before, a reaction that was hard to avoid. However, Allen kept himself under control-at least for now.
"Master, please take off your clothes and—"
"Hey, don't say it like that. That sounds kinda... ambiguous, Hera. Am I about to get assaulted by you all or something?"
Despite his words, he casually stripped off all his clothes like he was totally ready to be their helpless victim. "And also, you've all been acting kinda weird and tense lately. You do realize that this bet was just Raviel joking around, right? There's no need for you to push yourselves like this."
Upon hearing his casual remark, Hera immediately pinched Allen's waist without hesitation.
"Ouch! That hurts, Hera!" Allen winced as he slightly pulled away—though of course, he was only pretending to be in pain. "Okay, okay! I'll stop joking, seriously!"
Even though the pinch didn't actually hurt, Allen didn't really mind. For some reason, there was a strange ticklish sensation whenever she touched him—maybe because Hera wasn't using her full strength. Still, it was firm enough to leave a reddish mark on his skin.
Hestia, who had been standing nearby the whole time, immediately stepped forward with a worried expression. "Did that hurt...? Hera, you shouldn't act like that to our husband! You know Allen was just teasing you," she said gently, though there was a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Compared to the other girls, Hestia always seemed the kindest and most nurturing. She was like a warm, caring older sister—very different from Hera, who could be a bit more… aggressive.
Allen gave her a faint smile and gently stroked Hestia's soft hair, trying to calm the goddess of the hearth.
"I'm fine, Hestia. Just a little pinch, nothing to worry about," he said reassuringly.
But a moment later, Allen realized something—he was still standing there completely naked. He glanced down briefly, then said with a light tone,
"By the way... doesn't anyone want to give me something to cover up... my little buddy here?" Allen asked.
"No," they all answered in unison.
This naturally made one of Allen's eyebrows twitch. These girls are starting to look like perverted wolves now, thought Allen.
"Well, we've seen you naked many times already, so I think it's fine, right?" said Hestia, who kept staring at his still limp cock.
"Okay, okay, you should lie down on the bed so we can massage you, darling," said Demeter.
Allen, hearing that, immediately lay down on the bed, and the girls began massaging his back.
"Ohh yeah... that feels amazing. You're really good at this."
While Allen enjoyed the massage from Hera at the moment.
The others exchanged glances, smiled, and nodded in agreement—before slowly beginning to remove their clothes one by one.
"So Allen, how are you going to just let us be like this?" Hera said while massaging Allen with her cleavage.
The others exchanged glances, smiled, and nodded in agreement—before slowly beginning to remove their clothes one by one.
This naturally made Allen glance toward the former goddesses, and it sent his heart racing, his cock instantly hardening to full erection right then and there.
In a flash, Allen transformed into a ravenous wolf, swiftly pulling Hera onto his lap.
"Kya, your husband ahhhhh," Hera moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the room.
And before long, the moans of the other girls started filling the air as well.