Chapter 46: Cowgirl Rebecca II

A/N: Sorry guys, I had some work and it took a while to cum back and upload the Chapter. This Chapter is a bit different than previous ones as it kind of summarizes his improvements till now as well as introduces something new.

Hope you enjoy it

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While she was wrist-deep in her own ruined plumbing, I decided to finally check the backlog of system notifications I had completely ignored during our three-hour marathon.

[Combat Log updated.

Target Eliminated: Hunter Alpha/MA-121 (Rare). +2000 Evolution Points.

Target Eliminated: Hunter Alpha (Rare - Damaged). +1000 Evolution Points.

Total EP: 3,437

New Genetic Blueprint Registered: Hunter Alpha (Rare)

The Hunter Alpha is one of the first fully-functional and marketable B.O.W.s produced by Umbrella. It was created by injecting reptilian DNA into a human embryo and administering the t-Virus as a bonding agent.

The alpha model is extremely fast, capable of running in circles around prey if they are allowed to get within close range. Hunter α is covered with a scaly hard skin that has a defense equivalent to Kevlar bulletproof vests, making it difficult for small caliber bullets to penetrate their skin.

Price: 5̷0̷0̷0̷E̷P̷| Purchased!]

That bastard had taken five grand to buy. Like it was literally 5 times the price of that Centipede boss?

The inflation in this apocalypse was completely out of control. But I was too excited to finally have an humanoid form so I had gone wild and brought it up.

Well, that excitement had gone a bit of out of control...but all in all, 100/100 buy.

Just then, I noticed another notification buried under the other ones. Mentally swiping the rest, I brought to focus.

[SPECIAL NOTICE: Host has received a Special Milestone Reward for successfully pumping REBECCA CHAMBERS (Special Class - Heroine) full of your load. The world commends your efforts.

Reward Acquired: Evolutionary Orb x1

Description: A highly concentrated sphere of pure genetic potential. Can be consumed to instantly force an evolution on any currently owned Creature Form, bypassing the standard biological consumption requirements.]

I perked up, my tail wagging slightly. Hold on.

What the fuck?

Did the system had special reward for breeding heroines? Holy Shit, I had thought it was just advising me to find heroines to sate my urges, never thought I am getting fucking rewarded for this.

System, if you turn into some loli brat in the future, I promise I won’t turn you into romantic interest!

The system as usual, declined to reply. God knows what’s its criterias were for converstaions were. Did it had some policy where it could reply only for no nonsense questions?

Well, that aside, what was this Evolution thing? Wait...

[Name: Alex

Status: Alive

Biological Integrity: 88%

Traits: Better Evolved | Controlled Infectiveness | Apex Breeding Urge | Succubus Scent Glands

Synergy Effects: Viral Progenitor Panacea

Current Biological Form: Cerberus/MA-129 (Uncommon) - Evolved

Form Buff Active: Pack Leader Focus

Biological Forms Available: Normal Zombie(Common) | Hunter Alpha (Rare)

Mutations Slots: 2

Mutations Active: Chitinous Armor Plating] | Split Maw Bite

Mutations Available: Clicker Echolocation | Novistador Active Camouflage | Venomous Stinging Tail | Split Maw Bite

Evolution Points: 1002

|Shop| |Lottery|]

Evolved...so that’s what happened back then? I had briefly wondered about that sudden mutation that had happened when I had consumed that Cerberus in the Ecliptic Express but then I got lost in Rebecca’s ass and forgot about it.

How was it caused? It had mentioned something about accumulating enough genetic material something.

Hey system? Can you respond please? Its a very official question. How does normal evolution work?

[FAQs #12

Monster Evolutions

When the Host is actively utilizing a specific Creature Form, consuming identical biological entities of the same species will gradually mutate your DNA. Once sufficient genetic material is stockpiled, you will reach the Evolutionary Threshold, causing your Form to naturally evolve into a superior, highly optimized variant]

Ohh, that sounds nice...

The quantity of genetic material to be accumulated for each corresponding form directly scales with rarity tier of the creature. Correspondingly, the evolutionary growth also brings greater improvement based on rarity of creature form.

[Current Known Thresholds:

-Common Creature: No Evolution Possible

-Uncommon Tier Creature: 5

-Rare Tier Creature: ???

-???-???

-...]

What’s with the question System? Can’t you tell me already....System?

Silence....

Of course, its back on its lunch break...

Well, I hope that this scaling doesn’t go as wildly as the price had went, otherwise I would just be left crying tears. Like higher tier creatures are already rare, and on top of that, it wanted me to find more than one of them?

Hunter Alpha was rare already, and Tyrants...they ain’t gonna be same tier at all. If I would need dozens of them to evolve, then perhaps I would have to start my own Umbrella.

Like Game be damned, I ain’t finding so many of them in the wild. This ain’t pokemon...

"Ahhn... fuck... that’s deep..."

Rebecca’s breathy, stuttering moan immediately snapped my attention back to reality.

I turned my head to look at her. She had two fingers buried deep inside her swollen entrance, her head thrown back against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut as a fresh flush of bright red spread across her chest.

"I-I’m not doing anything!" she immediately shrieked, yanking her hand out and aggressively wiping it on a clean paper towel. "I just... I hit a sore spot! That was a pain response! Stop staring at me!"

Right. A pain response. That perfectly explains why you’re breathing like you just ran a marathon and your nipples could cut glass.

I didn’t take the Evolutionary Orb right now. Better to hoard it up for those shiny rare bosses and shifted my body slightly to get a better view of dearest medic.

God be blessed...

After another five minutes of humiliating, squelchy labor, she finally finished. A massive, horrifyingly thick mountain of cum-soaked paper towels sat in the corner of the room. She slumped completely flat against the floor, her arms spread wide, looking totally and utterly defeated.

I perked my ears up.

A dorm? Please. Why would I drag my heavily sore, cum-soaked medic through three dark, monster-infested sub-levels to find an abandoned locker room when I already had the absolute pinnacle of survival horror fashion sitting right inside my interdimensional inventory?

It was time to claim my prize.

I stood up, giving my heavy, armored body a vigorous shake. My claws clicked loudly against the floor tile as I turned my back on her and trotted straight toward the open break room door.

Rebecca’s jaw dropped. She stared at my retreating rear end in absolute, soul-crushing disbelief.

"W-Wait... hey!" she yelled, her voice cracking as panic instantly replaced her exhaustion. "Ghosty?! Where are you going?!"

I kept walking, deliberately pacing myself to look as completely uncaring as humanly possible.

"Ghosty! Don’t you dare walk out that door!" she shrieked, struggling to push herself further up against the wall. "Did you seriously just... did you just pump a gallon of jizz into my body and ditch me?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I stepped out into the dark hallway, lingering just out of her line of sight.

"YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT!" her screaming echoed down the corridor, laced with pure, unfiltered rage and tragic betrayal. "All males are the exact same! Human, zombie, lizard, dog—you’re all degenerate, hit-and-run bastards! I hope your dick falls off!"

I snorted through my snout, grinning to myself in the dark.

Chill baby girl, I ain’t one of those cum-and-run boys...

I opened my System menu and pulled up the Spatial Inventory tab. There it sat, glowing with a soft, multiversal aura: one pristine, freshly pressed Cowgirl DLC bundle. I selected the item and hit summon.

A neat, folded pile of brightly colored clothing materialized out of thin air, plopping gently into the dust at my paws. Atop the folded fabric sat a genuine, brown leather cowboy hat.

I leaned down, carefully clamping my heavy jaws around the fabric so I wouldn’t rip it with my teeth, picked up the hat with my scorpion-stinger tail, and trotted back into the break room.

Rebecca was still mid-rant, tears of frustration glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"...and if I ever get back to civilization, I am personally funding a research grant to eradicate your entire species—"

She cut herself off instantly as I sauntered back inside.

I walked right up to where she was sprawling half-naked against the wall and dropped the folded pile of clothes directly onto her lap. Then, with a flick of my tail, I dropped the leather cowboy hat right onto her messy, tangled head.

Rebecca froze.

She stared down at her lap. Then she looked up at me. Then she looked back down at her lap.

"What... what is this?" she asked, her voice dropping into a dazed, completely bewildered whisper.

I let out a smug little chuff and sat back on my haunches, wagging my tail.

With trembling, hesitant fingers, Rebecca picked up the top piece of fabric and unfolded it.

It was a pair of ultra-short, dark denim shorts. They were cut so ridiculously high that the frayed bottom hems barely covered where the butt cheek met the thigh. Attached to the waistband was a flashy silver belt buckle shaped like a longhorn bull.

"These are..." She blinked, her brain struggling to process the visual data. "These are hot pants. Denim cut-off hot pants."

She reached back into the pile and pulled out the next item. It was a sleeveless, bright orange midriff shirt made of soft, stretchy cotton. It was designed to end well above the belly button, leaving the entire midsection completely bare.

Along with it came a bright red bandana and a pair of matching leather wrist cuffs.

Rebecca held the orange crop top up to her bare chest. It offered slightly more coverage than her ruined uniform, which was currently zero, but it was unmistakably, shamelessly provocative.

She stared at the clothes for ten full seconds in absolute, dead silence.

"Where..." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her voice dangerously quiet. "Where the fuck did you find this?"

I gave her a dopey, innocent blink.

"Ghosty," she said, her voice rising in pitch. "We are in a secret, underground biological weapons facility in the middle of the Arklay Mountains. Why was there a brand-new, perfectly clean, country-western cowgirl outfit sitting in the hallway?!"

"Bark!"

"Don’t ’bark’ at me! This doesn’t make any sense!" She held up the denim shorts, inspecting them with wild eyes. "Why are these in my exact size?! Why do they smell like a department store?! Did Umbrella have a themed line-dancing night for their geneticists?!"

I mean, James Marcus seems like a guy who enjoys a good square dance, but you wouldn’t get it.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, though she was already frantically trying to wriggle her legs into the denim shorts. "This is completely absurd. I am a S.T.A.R.S. officer, not a Daisy Duke cosplayer."

The dressing process was an absolute comedy of errors. Because her inner thighs were still trembling and completely coated in my slick, drying fluids, pulling the tight denim up her legs required an immense amount of gasping, squirming, and angry cursing.

"Ow, ow, ow... friction..." she winced, tugging the waistband over her hips.

The shorts snapped into place. They fit her like a second skin, clinging tightly to her round, pale ass cheeks and hugging her hips. Because her lower belly was still visibly swollen from the massive load I’d dumped inside her, the denim pushed against the slight bulge, making her look ridiculously thicc.

Next came the sleeveless orange shirt. She pulled it over her head, tucking her bare breasts inside. It hugged her chest tightly, but because it was a crop top, it left her entire stomach—and that distinct, cum-stuffed belly curve—completely exposed to the air.

She tied the red bandana around her neck, adjusted the leather wrist cuffs, and finally reached up to adjust the cowboy hat resting on her head.

She sat there against the wall, fully dressed in high-definition DLC glory.

[Image]

A eighteen-year-old tactical medic, sitting in a blood-stained break room, dressed like she was about to perform at a country music festival.

I let out an enthusiastic, loud bark and thumped my tail furiously against the tile.

10 out of 10. Absolute cinema.

Rebecca looked down at herself, her face burning crimson as she realized just how much skin she was still flashing.

"I look like a degenerate," she whispered, pulling the brim of the cowboy hat down over her eyes to hide her shame. "I am wearing denim underwear and an orange napkin. If Captain Wesker sees me like this, he’s going to fire me on the spot."

Oh, trust me, sweetie, Wesker has way weirder kinks than country outfits.

She slowly, carefully tested her legs, pushing herself off the wall and standing up on shaky feet. She wobbled for a second, her knees knocking together, but the permanent biological buffs from my Viral Panacea were finally kicking in. Her strength returned rapidly, the muscle fatigue melting away as her upgraded cells integrated the anti-viral antibodies.

Within seconds, she was standing tall, looking down at me with her hands resting on her denim-clad hips. The outfit fit her perfectly. It was ridiculously, dangerously cute.

"Well?" she huffed, adjusting the red scarf around her neck. "Are we going to stand here all day staring at my midriff, or are we going to find a way out of this nightmare?"

I stood up, letting out a sharp bark, and trotted toward the exit.

It was time to speedrun the facility.

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