He seemed to have treated the thing like a refreshing jelly snack, sucking on it nonstop.
The policewoman had wanted to kick the increasingly presumptuous bastard off behind her, but when she turned her head, she found that the commander had already fallen into a heavy sleep.
Everything he did had merely been instinctive.
Jill bit her lip, but in the end, she still slowed the warhorse down so the boy behind her would not be jolted awake.
Even after being taken advantage of, her careful movements made it seem as though she were guarding some precious treasure.
Forget it. She would consider it Hero's Treatment.
It was just that tonight's road still seemed very long...
The policewoman had a terrible headache...
P.S.: Seeing the stats of the big shots writing at the same time as me makes me feel pretty lazy. Please give me a follow, add this to your favorites, and vote if you can. I hope for lots of support.
Also, after thinking it over, I decided not to skip the buildup. If I want to develop the relationships well, I need to spend more patience cultivating them and let every female character live.
It might be a little slow. Please forgive me, everyone.
The Orange Advantage Is Set
Crawford Manor, top floor.
"You don't seem worried at all that someone might steal away your little boyfriend?"
Lara had crossed her long legs and placed them on the table without the slightest decorum. Holding a glass of red wine, she gently swirled it beneath the light.
As she spoke, the Countess winked teasingly at Alice through the transparent crimson wine.
At that moment, Jill, who had quietly entered and tied up the warhorse, was carefully carrying Kevin down from its back and dragging him toward her bedroom.
"If he can be led away that easily, then it only means I didn't tie him tightly enough."
Alice, who was sipping brandy, glanced over briefly. Her faint smile carried a subtle expression.
Lara seemed thoughtful. After draining her red wine in one gulp, she snapped her fingers crisply.
"So, the relationship between you two isn't purely that of lovers..."
Then the Countess pushed herself upright, crouching atop the table with astonishing flexibility. Her playful, mocking expression suddenly froze into scrutiny and suspicion.
"Since you aren't a Juliet devoted to love unto death, what exactly does the Romeo frolicking among flowers with us want? Alice..."
"Could it be that you hope to present the Red Queen's 'head'—the Red Queen Motherboard—to the White Queen as proof that you completed your mission?"
Lara's manner was aggressive, but her words used Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as a joke.
Instructor Alice raised her eyes slightly, then lowered her gaze back to the wine in her glass.
"What are you suspecting?"
Lara lay sprawled across the table and leaned forward. Her sensual lips curved into a smile, her face less than five centimeters from Alice's. Their breaths seemed close enough to touch each other's skin.
"To be honest, I've never encountered such a perfect rival. The moment you defeated me, I think I fell for you..."
"So, I want to get to know you more deeply..."
This woman was clever and arrogant, sexy and dangerous. Kevin's assessment of her had been almost entirely accurate.
But today, Alice had discovered another trait in Lara...
She often tried to show off her individuality through rebellion, yet the aristocratic upbringing etched into her bones always caused the Countess's speech and behavior to reveal her innate elegance.
Alice leaned back against her chair, putting a little more distance between herself and the Countess. Her calm voice carried a trace of confusion.
"Other than here, where else could I go? Lie down in an Umbrella laboratory?"
"I have no past. The memories of my first twenty years are a blank page, so all I can do is grasp the future..."
Lara arched a delicate brow, as if she had heard an absurd joke.
"You're treating that stinking fox as your future?"
A trace of nostalgia appeared in Alice's eyes. Her smile was confident and flamboyant.
"No! I am his future!"
"...When he faced the robbers in the supermarket, his eyes held nothing but fear and despair. But the instant he saw me, do you know what I read from his expression?"
Lara narrowed her eyes and gently shook her head, growing increasingly curious about how the two had first met.
"Surprise! Admiration! Absolute trust!"
"And... hope!"
"For some reason, he seemed to regard me as... a god!"
Alice had never told anyone about this.
When they had first met, that prisoner who seemed lost in despair had appeared to find his salvation.
Even after she accidentally injured him later, Kevin's expression had not shown excessive resentment, only a touch of helplessness.
The blank twenty years in her subconscious memories made Alice yearn for a sense of mission and belonging.
That was why Spencer, whom she had entered a fake marriage with, had nearly made the savior fall for him just by showing a trace of tenderness.
When an even more sincere believer prayed to her in silence, then the god would surely bestow blessings upon him!
Thus, although Alice knew that bringing Kevin to the Acre Mountains for treatment was an extremely risky choice, she had still chosen to do it.
She had never expected that this decision, made without seeking anything in return, would cause that once weak and helpless "believer" to descend at her side once more in the guise of a savior.
Alice did not doubt that Kevin's purpose in attacking The Hive had something to do with her.
Because during the last few days in Raccoon City, she had learned through conversations with her fellow patient Jill.
Kevin would always unconsciously murmur a certain name, as if using it to encourage himself in his struggle against despair.
When all falsehood had been torn apart and she had nowhere left to go, then as a god, she would protect her apostle...
Lara smiled faintly, and her wariness toward Alice gradually faded.
They were both searching for the meaning of life, but this woman's purpose was simpler: to prove her own existence and that she was needed.
"I really want to see what kind of sparks a god and her believer will create."
Alice's gaze was deep, and a faint smile hung on her lips.
"God loves all people. It is a form of care for beautiful creations, without too many impurities."
"As for whether he can receive the Lord's favor, that will depend on how my little believer performs."
Lara walked behind Alice, wrapped her arms around the instructor's long swan-like neck, and rested against her shoulder as she whispered seductively.
"I think I'm definitely more devout than him. How about you dump that little bastard?"
Alice rolled her eyes helplessly at the Countess's ambiguous attitude behind her.
"Do you know what you look like right now?"
"A little girl who sees the neighbor's kid with a more interesting toy that she can't buy for herself..."
After repeatedly crashing and burning against someone, the proud and arrogant Countess had always wanted to win back something from another angle.
Apparently, stealing the faith he cherished was an amusing form of revenge.
"Good things are worth fighting for..."
"Father, I think you're worth it..."
Having been seen through, Lara only giggled carelessly. Then she secretly lowered her head and pecked Alice's left cheek.
Another rebellious little girl who refused to grow up...
Alice felt helpless at Lara's "sneak attack." This Countess, who treated rules as nonexistent and loved doing whatever she pleased, was the exact opposite of Kevin.
But once that pride and arrogance had been completely crushed by overwhelming power, feelings of admiration and closeness would naturally arise.
"My bed is very big. How about sleeping in my room?"
Lara cast a provocative glance toward Jill's bedroom, then lowered her head and invited Alice.
"Forget it. Although I have plenty of stamina, dealing with you would still be rather troublesome."
Alice did not reject the ambiguous teasing between girls. Instead, she was somewhat pleased.
"My bedroom has a private wine cabinet. There are several bottles of good whiskey stored inside..."
Lara looked at the empty brandy bottles on the table, a sly smile appearing on her face.
"Deal!"
Alice immediately raised her fist without any insistence on restraint. She lightly bumped fists with Lara, and the two exchanged smiles, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.
Then the situation was settled. I'm going to steal your things, boy.
P.S.: Thank you all for your tremendous support. But let me explain something: two updates a day are already my limit. I still have a job. Once I finish tutoring this batch of students, I'll see whether I can switch careers and write full-time.
It's nothing special. I just personally want to do it. It's a stubborn dream.
I chose Biohazard Crisis from the beginning even though it was not popular material. At first, I simply wanted to fulfill an old dream. I did not have much expectation of becoming hugely popular.
I'm truly happy that you all like the world I created.
Teammate Killer and Hell Dungeon
Bang!
"Get out here! Time to work!"
The door was kicked open with tremendous force. Lara roughly dragged the groggy Kevin out of Jill's bed and hauled the commander, who had slept fully clothed the previous night, all the way into the hall.
Kevin slumped onto the sofa, shaking his heavy head. He took the hangover tea Jill handed him and drained it in one gulp.
A moment later, although he had sobered up, he discovered that everyone gathered around him wore strange, ambiguous expressions.
Even Leon and Barry secretly gave him thumbs-ups.
Meanwhile, Jill had both hands clenched into fists, her murderous gaze sweeping threateningly around the room.
"What happened to me last night?"
Kevin pulled Leon close and whispered to him. His memories from after getting drunk last night were extremely fragmented. He only vaguely remembered giving Jill a gift.
But the look of anticipation on these bastards' faces clearly indicated that he had apparently done something truly outrageous.
Leon answered the commander's question with an unconcerned expression.
"Nothing major..."
"When you came back last night, you only patted her butt and sucked on her earlobe..."
"And at most, slept in her bed..."
"Hiss!" Kevin sucked in a cold breath, almost unable to meet Jill's gaze.
Then, as if remembering something, he turned a suspicious look toward Leon, who was enjoying his misfortune.
"How did you bastards know? Were you peeping?"
Leon put on a fake look of sympathy and patted Kevin's shoulder.
"Countess Lara saw it with her own eyes. She was drinking on the top floor last night."
"Her drinking companion seemed to have been Instructor Alice."
"Hiss!" Kevin felt the stench of death around him grow even stronger.
At some point, Barry had crept over to Kevin's side. Looking at the commander with an elder's gaze, he expressed a trace of regret.
"Captain, what a pity. Last night, you were only one step away from becoming a real man..."
"After that girl threw you onto her bed, she went to sleep alone on the sofa in the hall."
"Looks like you need to reflect on your charm as a man."
Because after bringing Kevin back, Jill had not found the key to the bedroom on him.
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