Fate was unjust to me. As soon as I picked up the wounded girl, the enemies, as if feeling solidarity, vanished somewhere. I searched for them with my eyes: in the sky, in the ground, among the bushes, and in the shadow of suspicious forests. But there was no one — only corpses and the Black Watch, actively engaged in clearing the location. The unscrupulous subordinates had ransacked all possible entertainment, leaving me only… some mongrel that tried to bite my pant leg as I carried the wounded Ada Wong into the chief's house.
The vacation started on the wrong foot, at the wrong time, and in the wrong place…
As befits a good leader, I rushed into the thick of events, using half of my available resources to achieve the goal. A fatal mistake. And, meeting HUNK on the way, I received another cartload of unpleasant news.
The Black Watch had cordoned off the perimeter so that no one could move Ashley from the Church, and access to the church itself was almost cleared. Oh, how angry I was after this news… Although I tried to smile politely, my eyes couldn't be fooled — they were burning with a gaze all the scoundrels, especially those who were doing their job well. This was that moment when you want universal recognition from your subordinates for your personal contribution, and they respond: "We can handle it ourselves, maybe we should bring you some water?"
Ugh, wretches…
After reaching the little house, warding off a couple more wild dogs along the way, I proceeded to diagnose and treat the patient. Ada Wong was in a serious condition: the parasite was gradually adapting to the host, undermining the viability of the organism. A state on the border between life and death, a dangerous one that can only be overcome by the power of love. Or by the illegal injection of a T-Wesker sample into the body of the unconscious spy while she was sleeping and could not resist. I decided to play it safe, and now the prisoner of nightmare dreams should come out of the captivity of Morpheus' Realm… Or whoever is in charge of dreams?
If you think about it… It worries me that the parasite also mutates under the influence of the virus, but thanks to the host's enhancement, we will get a more dangerous ally. Ada Wong will possess both Las Plagas and T-Wesker, while I only control the virus. Does this mean she will become stronger than me? In a confrontation with someone else — possibly. But with me, her tricks will be useless, because every possessor of T-Wesker is, let's say, in my easy, almost loving submission. That's why I am confident that I am saving the girl with the power of love.
— Hmm, — I hummed, frowning deeply as the time on the phone screen was running out. My consciousness sped up thanks to the power of the virus, helping me analyze the situation from all sides and make the most correct decisions. Swiping my finger across the smartphone several times, I finally passed a difficult level in the mobile game analogue of "Match-Three." As always, Wesker is a winner in life; with legal cheats, but a winner nonetheless. Although, playing like this is a bit boring. I should wait for the development of online games and seriously get into competitive matches. I'll even create a team with the proud name: "Invincible Wesker."
Ah, dreams, dreams…
Turning off the phone and putting it back in my pocket, I shifted my gaze to the beauty lying on the bed. She has pronounced Asian features, a seductive figure. All in red and black, all for me: a femme fatale to the sounds of rock and roll.
I would look at her for hours, if not for the "Match-Three" game, which, in my opinion, turned out to be a more engaging activity. And besides, Ada Wong had been sleeping for too long in the house of the village chief, one of Osmund Saddler's followers.
The cult leader chose a very interesting candidate for an assistant — a former priest who rose to the very top in the Los Iluminados cult. According to my agent's earlier reports, Bitores Mendez was responsible for the detention and protection of the President's daughter. Such important tasks are entrusted not to everyone, but only to strong, tall, bearded, and extremely sinister individuals. If only he would come here for a fight and to dispel boredom… A good fight wouldn't hurt me.
Tired of inaction, I nimbly moved onto the bed where the spy was lying. She was tossing and turning restlessly, undergoing a difficult process of mutation. If I'm lucky, the cutie will become stronger; if not, I'll have to send her to a capsule to correct the mistakes I made in providing first aid. But I'm still hoping for the best. And to please this femme fatale, who has survived metamorphosis and suffering, I decided to lie down next to her. After all, what could be better upon waking up than seeing the face of Albert Wesker? Ho-ho, now that's a question worthy of a brainstorm and a million dollars.
— M-m, — she finally woke up, slowly opening her eyes and meeting my calm gaze. Earlier, she was fighting the cult followers, lost consciousness, and was ready to die because of the parasite. But now? Ada Wong wakes up in a relatively safe house, on a bed, next to an amazing man. Isn't this fate?
— Good morning, sleeping beauty, — I greeted her, leaning on my left arm and continuing to lie next to her.
— Wesker… ah, — she grimaced, sitting up on the bed. It seems the spy has soreness on both her right and left side. — What happened?
— Fate brought us together, — I recounted romantically, calmly getting up from the bed and, walking to the armchair, sat down pompously. — And three ignored calls. Deciding to find out the reason, I rushed from the ship to you. But what did I see? An experienced agent, but she made a fatal mistake, losing consciousness just as enemy reinforcements arrived. Next time, fight to the end until the threat is eliminated.
— The President of GENTEK personally deals with such matters? Do you really have that much free time? — Ada hit a sore spot.
— For the common good, it's better for me not to return to the company, — I chuckled, recalling the last conversation with Alexia before leaving…
As soon as I return from vacation, I will increase everyone's work week; otherwise, there will be problems with the plan and government orders. It's hard to be a good boss.
— What's wrong with me? — she whispered, grimacing again and clutching her head.
— You are infected with the Las Plagas parasite, but don't worry, I did everything possible so that it wouldn't take over your mind. Consider that you were in the safest hands in the whole world, — I boasted, flaunting my outstanding intellect in the field of genetics.
— You come to the rescue again. Wesker, your actions call my usefulness as an agent into question, — she complained with a slight sigh, but unconcealed gratitude sounded in her voice.
— I am a gentleman in any situation, except when I am substituted by my evil twin brother, — I joked, crossing one leg over the other. She liked the joke, and judging by her wandering gaze, she was imagining my brother and the difference between us.
— Tell me, — she bit her lip, lowering her gaze to her elegant boots, which added twenty-five points to her cuteness. — Why do you need the Amber? Having the Las Plagas sample, what do you plan to do?
— To create organisms based on it that will devour any threats to the host. Mega-parasites that, in an attempt to protect the food source, will stand guard over our longevity and health. I should note: it's a rather ambitious project, certainly not without risks and ethical problems, but with the new cure, we will completely destroy all pharmaceutical markets. Their significance will disappear when there is only one medicine for all diseases. And the problems that the parasites cannot cope with, such as the absence of a limb or blindness… Hmm, all problems already have a solution. But that's a corporate secret. At the request of the manager, I cannot disclose the details, — I shrugged, adding one hundred points of positive karma to myself.
No one said that the clinical trials would be illegal, and that the inhabitants of Africa would serve as test subjects. The AIDS epidemic is currently raging there — ideal conditions for testing my developments to create a cure for all diseases. And there it will be easier to create the Alpha-Parasite, enhancing the user's abilities. I plan to create an organism capable of serving as a shield, automatically protecting the owner from, for example, temperature changes or explosive dangers. If I am attacked with an unclear weapon in my sleep, my parasite will devour everyone, and won't even disturb my sleep. That's what I'm striving for.
Ahem… Am I really doing something illegal? No, it's just nonsense.
— If people stop dying, won't the overpopulation of the planet accelerate? — she asked a trick question, as befits an Organization employee striving to thin the human ranks.
— Progress has slowed down because people don't have time to unlock their full potential before death. We, humans, live too short a life, and only a few of us leave a mark in history. But this problem will soon be solved, and lightning-fast progress will cover any risks. A war of extermination can always be waged, as can birth restrictions be introduced. But solving the problem without extermination or restriction is still possible, because Mars is nearby, — I raised my hand, nodding in its direction. — We'll colonize it, if necessary.
— In that case… — she hesitated, her gaze restlessly sliding around the room, and her breathing became barely perceptible. — Is there any point in me staying with the Organization?
— Ada, you have already done everything possible to help GENTEK postpone attacks from the Organization. Your information was invaluable to our security service, — I pointed at her. — So, if you wish to stop working undercover, believe me, the doors of my company are always open for you. And my gratitude will always be with you.
The atmosphere became maximally romantic, and the overcast sky and dim lighting in the room added a piquant touch to the moment. But words are the key to any woman's heart. Give hope and show your best side. Then anyone will be yours, except those who prefer bad guys. I leave them to my evil twin brother. Not every skirt is worth the attention of such a sensitive gentleman as I am. Only the most exquisite, seductive, and attractive proponents of good will belong to the ruthlessly good Wesker.
The girl in front of me is definitely on the side of good, as she would betray me if involved in genocide.
But, first and foremost, Ada Wong is a spy, hiding more secrets from me than she reveals. And she, more than anyone, understands that I keep no less, if not more, secrets. Each of us wants to get to know the other better, to reveal something important, to create a more solid connection.
A game of cat and mouse, where every step could be the last.
I decided to make the first move, approaching the doubting girl and feeling her breath. It's hard to tell what's on her mind, if she has real interest in me or if she's just playing her role. But I knew she was a decent person. And I had always been kind to her: I literally pulled her out of the tenacious clutches of the FBI, granting her the opportunity to start a new, albeit dangerous, life with hope for a better future.
— You… are an unbearable person, — she frowned, but soon her face softened, and her lips parted in a smile, showing a new side of her.
— Only a person unbearably sensitive to his girls, — I confessed when our lips met.
The kiss became increasingly insistent, and her movements gained a slight dominance. She quickly lifted her leg and pressed me against her, her hands slipped into my hair, mussing it and killing any hint of a style. But most of all, I was struck by her outstanding skills — her tongue was slick and writhing, elusive, and I had to try hard to keep up. After a minute, Ada Wong was completely hanging on me, pressing with both legs, and I had to support her, grabbing the firm thighs of the shapely fury.
Doing such things in the house of the village chief, once inhabited by cultists who worship parasites… Ouch! The moment I got distracted, Ada dug her sharp nails into me, bringing me back to the process and hinting that getting distracted is very impolite.
Because of her nips and insistent flirting, I felt a tension in my pants. The girl was also aroused by the waves of pleasure passing through her. I have a lot of experience, and I perfectly understand what and how to do to make my partner feel maximally lewd. She understood too… Ada slipped her hand down my pants, starting to do something there. In response, my fingers cautiously but quickly slipped under her red blouse, starting to tease her hard nipple.
My partner moaned sweetly, and the kiss became noticeably hotter; the pleasure increased. It's a shame that I had to take my hand out from under the blouse to go to a lower place, under her panties. Alas, the other hand continued to support her on me, forcing me to give my all.
Another minute of such games, and I sharply felt the Asian beauty's moans begin to escalate, although I hadn't even gotten into the groove yet. Again, the beauties get satisfaction before me, but such is fate. Of my female acquaintances, only one managed to push me to the limit, and extremely quickly. And speaking of that acquaintance… Oh, it will be dangerous to meet with Alexandra Wesker — she'll tear off my balls for "very frequent contact."
Hmm, okay, I won't think about other girls when Ada Wong is hanging on me.
It's better to lay her on the bed, turn her over, and proceed to a pleasant pastime, and only during that think about high matters… and other women.
I was about to do just that when I heard a loud creak of the door on the first floor. It seems the chief has returned… Ugh, a ruthlessly cruel twist of fate… That's awkward. Fortunately, my sensitive hearing bought us enough time to quickly tidy ourselves up and go downstairs.
Oh, what a sight, we were greeted not by the chief, but by Lady HUNK.
— We have cleared the area of cultists, but the majority of them retreated to the nearby castle, — she nodded. — The village chief led them away before we could surround them. And… Are we together again? — the mercenary's gaze lingered on Ada Wong, who noticeably blushed. — Did I interrupt?
— I don't think your visit would have scared off the temperature, — I professionally adjusted to the situation. — What about the search for equipment to extract the parasite? Our agent is also infected.
— Ah, I see… I thought… Never mind, — the mercenary slowly shook her head, showing that she believed me. True, Ada was now looking at me as a person capable of deceiving even God. Silly thoughts are coming to her because of the parasite… — Regarding the objective, the road to the church is clear.
— Good, — I smiled. — For now, help Ada Wong with her task; the "Amber" now has a higher priority. And I will talk to our beauty in distress personally.
And why did Ada Wong look at me with even greater suspicion? I am not planning to do anything indecent with the President's daughter upon our first meeting. First, I'll introduce myself, and then, only after five minutes, perhaps I'll be able to make up for the time lost because of Lady HUNK. I'm on vacation!