Claire Redfield

With the immediate threat eliminated, I worked to tidy up the motel, focusing on one room to make it habitable for myself. The task was mundane but grounding—a stark contrast to the battles and chaos I'd faced. By the time I finished, the room was decent enough to serve as a temporary base of operations.

The hours stretched on, and with nothing more to do, I settled in to wait for Claire's convoy. The quiet and solitude eventually lulled me into a light sleep.

I was abruptly awakened by the crackling sound of a radio and a voice urgently calling out. "Hello? Anyone at the motel, do you copy? This is Claire Redfield. Please respond!"

The repeated calls stirred me fully awake, and I grabbed the radio, clearing my throat before pressing the button to reply. "This is a survivor at the motel. I hear you. Over."

A brief pause followed before Claire's voice came back, cautious but firm. "Who are you? Are you alone?"

I smiled faintly, recognizing her sharp tone. "Name's Ryan. I've been traveling alone for months, looking for survivors. Found this place and thought it'd make a decent stopover. If you're with a group, you're welcome to join me. I've already cleared the area of any threats. Over."

Another pause. This time, I could hear muted voices in the background as Claire likely discussed the situation with her group. After a few moments, she replied. "We're approaching now. Stay where you are, and don't try anything. Over."

"Understood," I said calmly. "I'll be waiting."

I set the radio down and stepped outside, leaning against the side of my vehicle as I scanned the horizon. The faint rumble of engines grew steadily louder, and soon, Claire's convoy appeared, a mix of battered vehicles and determined survivors.

As the convoy pulled in, I raised a hand in greeting, making sure to project an air of calm and trustworthiness. This was the beginning of another chapter, one where I'd do whatever it took to help Claire's group survive—and ensure that she'd trust me enough to follow my lead. There's not much for me to do; I just have to save them tomorrow morning when the mutated murder of crows attacks.

A vehicle door creaked open, and Claire herself emerged, her posture commanding yet guarded. She was every bit the resilient leader I'd expected: her sharp gaze took me in, assessing every detail. Behind her, a few others, including Leon S. Kennedy, Barry Burton, and K-Mart, followed, their trust in Claire evident in the way they moved in sync.

My intervention, along with the early nuclear blast, caused some butterfly effects that resulted in the deaths of L.J. and Carlos Oliveira. It appears that Leon and Claire did not enter the city after their meeting, which means they haven't separated. Fortunately, they stayed together as a team to survive this apocalypse, as their teamwork likely contributed to the greater number of survivors in their group compared to the movie.

"You Ryan?" Claire asked her tone firm but not unkind.

I nodded. "That's right. Heard your call on the radio. By the way, you mentioned your name—Claire Redfield. Are you, by chance, related to Chris Redfield?"

Claire's brows furrowed, and a flicker of hope crossed her face. "He's my brother. Do you know him? Or where he might be?"

I shook my head apologetically. "I'm sorry. I don't know him personally. One of my girlfriends, though, worked with him in R.P.D.'s elite S.T.A.R.S. unit. She's spoken highly of him. We've set up a secure base for survivors in Alaska—a safe haven with ample supplies and no infection. I'm traveling the continent to guide survivors there. Honestly, I was hoping to find him too—it would mean the world to my girlfriend."

Claire nodded her expression a mix of hope and resignation. She had clearly grown accustomed to the uncertainty of her brother's fate but seemed uplifted by the mention of a safe haven. 

Barry Burton stepped in after hearing about Jill and asked for more information about the situation. I shared some details about how Jill, a dozen other S.T.A.R.S. members, and I formed a survivor group to establish a base. Hearing that his teammates were still alive brought him joy.

Over the next few minutes, we discussed the situation further, detailing the base in Alaska and the dangers of traveling through the wasteland. Eventually, the group dispersed to set up for the night, their trust in me still cautious but growing.

As the others busied themselves, Claire lingered behind. The atmosphere between us shifted subtly, charged with an undercurrent of warmth and chemistry. Perhaps it was the System's Harem Function amplifying my natural charm, but her guarded demeanor softened. She glanced at the futuristic vehicle behind me, her brows lifting slightly, an amused smile curving her lips at its sleek, otherworldly design. "Nice ride," she commented, her tone laced with curiosity.

I grinned, playing into her interest. "Custom build. Runs on clean energy with plenty of storage. Built it just before the apocalypse—I had dreams of starting my own car company." I paused for effect, letting a hint of playfulness enter my voice. "Of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to ride mine," I said with a hint of my interest in her.

Claire, understanding the meaning behind my double entendre, raised an eyebrow but smirked. "Are you sure? Your girlfriend might not be too thrilled about that."

Maybe due to having pent-up sexual stress for so long, Claire was very inviting. "Don't worry," I said smoothly, leaning in slightly. "All my girlfriends are very open to new sisters.'" I gestured toward the room I'd prepared earlier. "Got one cleaned up If you're interested, you're welcome to join me tonight." 

She laughed softly, but there was a glimmer in her eye that suggested she wasn't entirely dismissing the idea. Before anything else could be said, I excused myself, heading toward the back of the motel in the guise of relieving myself.

Unbeknownst to Claire, Betty, the convoy's nurse, had been hiding behind one of the vehicles, eavesdropping on my conversation with Claire. Her interest was evident—her flushed face and nervous glances gave her away. It was clear that she'd been affected by the System's Harem Function, and had developed strong feelings for me and falling deeply for me without any direct interaction. This sudden infatuation resulted from her low mental fortitude, combined with her gentle nature and vulnerable heart, which made it easy for her to fall deeply in love at first sight, just by looking at me. i.e. love at first sight.

The area I walked to was near the ambulance that Betty usually drove, which was currently parked farther from the main area. With the food being distributed, everyone was gathered there, leaving this part of the lot quiet and secluded. It was the perfect moment for a little fun and entertainment.

I stood in the stillness, letting the faint sounds of chatter and laughter drift faintly through the air. The wait wasn't long. Betty appeared, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she approached. Without hesitation, she leaped onto me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck while her legs locked around my waist.

Before I could say a word, her lips pressed against mine with fervent passion. The kiss was bold and unrestrained, surprising me with its intensity. Her emotions were clear—unspoken but vivid in the way she clung to me, her breathing quick, her heart racing against my chest.

Not to be outdone, my hands found their way to her curves, gripping her firmly and exploring her soft, jiggly ass. She gasped against my lips at the boldness of my touch, but it only seemed to fuel her passion. With a smirk, I deepened the kiss, taking control and dominating her mouth.

Betty let out a muffled moan, her fingers threading through my hair as she pressed herself closer. Her body moved instinctively against mine, every motion a testament to the overwhelming heat between us.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, her flushed face and half-lidded eyes betraying the emotions swirling within her. "Betty," I murmured, my voice low but teasing, "you're not holding back, are you?"

"Can you blame me?" she shot back breathlessly, her lips curving into a shy yet sultry smile. "You've been on my mind since the moment I saw you."

Her honesty, paired with her uninhibited actions, sent a spark through me. I shifted her weight easily, pressing her back gently against the ambulance to give myself more leverage. "If that's the case," I said, my tone playful but edged with dominance, "then you'd better hold on tight. I'm not letting you off easy."

Her response was a small, nervous laugh that quickly turned into another moan as my hands roamed her body once more, mapping every curve. Betty's breaths came quicker, her vulnerability melting into the night as she surrendered entirely to the moment.

Before long we moved into the empty ambulance, closed the doors, and stripped each other before continuing to indulge in passionate sex.

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Author's Note:

Thank you all for the support in reaching 100 chapters with over 106K words and 8.3K book collections. I hope we soon hit 10K in collections.

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