"Tomorrow we take the North District, and Raccoon City will be ours. From now on, follow the rules - collect payments and do the job. No side hustles. We don't tolerate robberies or petty theft here. Everything operates by my rules. We don't deal with small-time criminal operations!"
Cain's eyes narrowed with ambition. These street thugs would serve as useful tools for his grand plans. Expecting them to run legitimate businesses was laughable.
For Cain, they were merely stepping stones to rapidly accumulate capital.
Bringing Cindy back to his apartment, Cain admired the beautiful bartender - a character who appeared during the outbreak in this world, though far less prominent than figures like Claire.
But Cindy had her virtues: obedient yet resilient, the type who wouldn't freeze when facing zombies. Exactly the kind of woman Cain needed - someone loyal to manage his assets.
The nervous blonde knew what awaited her. This would be her first time, and while anxious, she felt no regret. Seeing her mother's joy at receiving the money, knowing her father's life depended on expensive treatments... As a mere bartender, she could never afford the medical bills alone.
Becoming Cain's mistress at least secured her family's survival. If she had to choose, why not pick a handsome young man?
Cain stroked Cindy's delicate frame, pulling the trembling beauty close.
"Cindy, I really like you. I'll always treat you well. You'll handle my finances - take whatever's needed for your father's treatment. Money can be earned again, but life can't. You're my woman now, which makes your father my family too. I won't neglect my responsibilities."
Touched by his words, the intelligent girl recognized this as the best possible arrangement.
"Thank you... boss. Without your help, I don't know what I'd have done. I'm not sure I can manage financial work properly..."
Lifting her chin for a kiss, Cain reassured her, "You can do it. I believe in you. Call me 'darling' from now on. You're my woman, my wife."
"Yes, darling... let's rest now." Cindy's fluttering eyelashes betrayed her shyness.
Love could develop gradually. She didn't love Cain yet, but already felt some affection. And Cain cared little for romance - physical possession mattered more. He knew repeated intimacy would eventually breed genuine attachment.
"Mmmph!" Cindy's trembling body anticipated what was coming. Unable to resist, she embraced her fate.
Cain stripped before beginning to explore Cindy's body with practiced hands and mouth, stimulating every sensitive area until her fear melted into unfamiliar arousal. Her pink labia parted slightly, glistening with moisture - another untouched virgin, her delicate folds barely concealing the treasures within.
Positioning his erection at her entrance, Cain grinned.
"Cindy, I love you. I'll always cherish you!" With that declaration, he pushed forward.
"Unh!" Cindy shut her eyes, feeling the burning intrusion spreading her virgin passage.
Cain's cock met the symbolic barrier - Cindy's hymen, that coveted proof of conquest. With a final thrust:
Pop!
The crisp sound of rupture echoed as his shaft breached the tight pink gates, plunging into searing wet heat. The vivid streak of blood on his cock only heightened Cain's excitement as he watched her flesh swallow him whole.
Her walls clenched like a velvet glove, rippling hungrily around his invading length.
"Ah!"
The second pop of her hymen breaking drew a pained whimper from Cindy as she lost her maidenhood.
Cain paused, lowering himself to kiss and caress her, their tongues tangling passionately. The intimate contact helped soothe her pain while stoking her arousal.
His heart raced with triumph - another virgin claimed after Jill!
When her muscles began fluttering around him, Cain started moving in steady strokes. Truthfully, he remained relatively inexperienced himself, having only slept with Jill twice. The overwhelming sensations threatened to undo him immediately.
"Nngh..."
Cindy bit back moans, too embarrassed to vocalize, though her rapid breathing and perfume intoxicated Cain further.
"Does it feel good?" Cain asked between measured thrusts, his engorged member stretching her to the limit, creating perfect friction.
Her dazed eyes met his as delicate fingers threaded through his hair. "Yes... good... tired? Go... slowly... ah..."
Her gentle demeanor shattered Cain's control. The building pleasure at his tip erupted without warning!
His pace turned frantic. He'd intended to last longer, but Cindy's heavenly grip proved irresistible - impossibly hot, wet, and stimulating in ways he couldn't describe. Every nerve screamed for release.
"I'm going to cum!" Cain panted, chasing those final exquisite sensations with desperate thrusts.
"Yes... ah... nngh... cum... please... darling... Cain... I love you!"
Cindy's momentary weakness betrayed her climax, unaware how her contracting walls pushed Cain past the brink. This wasn't just sex - it was pure seduction, utterly impossible to resist.
Cain thrust faster and harder, burying himself to the hilt with no intention of pulling out.
His swollen tip pressed deep as climax overtook him, flushing his face red. Thick ropes of semen pulsed outward, each wave striking Cindy's innermost depths.
A shuddering moan escaped her lips as scalding heat flooded her core. Together, they crashed over the edge, bodies locked in the euphoria of shared release.
For a fleeting, perfect moment, man and woman existed only in primal bliss, their connection deepening beyond the physical.
Five minutes passed before either stirred. No words were needed—just tender kisses and clinging embraces as aftershocks hummed through their sweat-slicked skin.
Cindy felt something dangerous bloom in her chest. Pleasure had melted her defenses, and the intimacy they'd shared now left her vulnerable. It wasn't love yet, but the seed was planted. She adored this man who'd unlocked such dizzying ecstasy.
"So good," Cain rasped, his grin turning wolfish. "Gonna fuck you like this every damn day."
Sex wasn't just recreation—it fueled his power. A glance at his panel confirmed it:
Hehuan Heart Method: Level 15
Strength +75
Agility +75
Intelligence +75
Base ATK +100
Movement Speed +15%
A virgin's first time had granted five whole levels. Now, his fists could shred a sandbag in ten seconds—strength beyond any normal man.
Cindy, still dazed, could only murmur, "Mmm… okay…"
Ignoring her exhaustion, Cain hooked her legs over his shoulders. The new angle drew another gasp as he pistoned into her, each thrust deliberately brutal.
"Husband—ah! Too deep—!" Her back arched, nails scoring his arms as fresh tremors wracked her body.
"Take it," he growled. "Gonna fill you up."
Cindy's hips jerked to meet him, lost to the sensation. When his teeth grazed her throat, she sobbed his name, climaxing again as his release flooded her womb.
Spent, she collapsed against him, asleep before her head hit the pillow. A contented smile curved her lips.
Cain studied her with dark amusement. Coercion, money, power—he'd used every tool to claim her. Immoral? Absolutely.
And exhilarating.
This was just the beginning. With Umbrella's secrets within reach—the T-Virus, the G-Virus—what heights could he conquer?
His fingers traced Cindy's spine absently.
Time to find out.