Resident Evil: Holiday with the Three Goddesses in San Francisco

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(...Why is he eating with such a flirtatious expression on his face?)

There was a little bit of white cream on the corner of her lip.

Seeing her defenseless appearance, Leon began to imagine all sorts of things.

(If I kissed those lips... No, not just the lips, maybe the nape of her neck and collarbone too...)

The collar of her shirt was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of pale skin.

"Hmm, Leon?"

Claire looked over as if she had noticed him. Leon quickly handed her a napkin.

"...Here it is."

"Ah...Thanks."

Claire smiled shyly and wiped the corner of her mouth. A slight blush spread across her cheeks.

(This is bad. That smile is seriously unfair...)

Why was I so drawn to her?

Leon forgot about the heat of the chowder and was mesmerized by her profile.

Claire stretched and began to speak.

"That incident was really tough. This time... I'm really tired."

"...I'm so glad you're safe."

At his words, Claire lowered her eyes for a moment.

A breeze blew, blowing her bangs across her cheek.

Then, quietly, she looked at him and said,

"Hey, Leon. Being with you like this, just like an ordinary person... I really love it."

"...Yeah."

"Let's go somewhere again. I want to spend ordinary time in an ordinary place. With you."

That "with you" was so gentle, it tickled the depths of his heart.

Leon put down the cup in his hand and suddenly looked to the side.

Her hand was resting quietly on his lap.

Why?

Leon gently touched her hand without hesitation.

Claire's eyes widened.

But she didn't try to pull away.

"...No?"

"No, I'd be happy to."

Her fingers trembled slightly as she grasped Leon's hand in return.

The warmth of her hand made his head spin a little.

(Maybe we could kiss... No, just like that... Maybe I should invite her into bed...)

The moment he thought this, Leon shook his head.

He mentally corrected himself.

(No! Not now. Right now, just these hands...)

Claire's hand quietly tightened.

She was smiling.

Gentle, endlessly straightforward, as if accepting everything.

The sun was setting.

The wind had gotten even colder, making the warmth of her hand feel all the more comforting.

The two sat side by side, hand in hand, in silence for a while.

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Lying on the hotel bed, Leon clasped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

A silent hotel room.

The night in San Francisco was shrouded in fog, the streetlights faint and dim.

The room was quiet, and he couldn't even hear the TV in the next room.

But Leon's mind was buzzing.

That's because the three goddesses he'd met today were walking around freely and lightly.

(...What a luxurious day.)

Today, for the first time in a while, he felt his male brain be active.

The fact that his mouth naturally curled into a loose, slack grin was proof of that.

The clock struck 2 AM, but Leon was lying in his hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling, struggling with his mission alone.

The name of the mission was "Lewdness."

Yes, a flood of fantasies suddenly overwhelmed his mind.

(...Damn it. Why is this always me...)

Memories and fantasies replayed automatically in his mind.

The first thing that came to mind was the image of Rebecca.

Rebecca's slender legs.

Her vulnerable figure through her leggings.

The gloss on her lips as she took her espresso latte.

Her nape, peeking out from under her hoodie when it was blown up by the wind.

(That was practically showing off... Not realizing it was a sin.)

She was walking by the beach in a light blue hoodie and leggings, pretending it was a "chance" morning... (hypertrophy delusion)

(...Cute. Too cute.)

When he slightly pushed back the hood of her hoodie, he could see her slender neck, slim shoulders, and thighs through her leggings.

"Yeah, that was a little criminal... I nearly lost my mind."

If I hugged that neck from behind...

If she leaned in close from that distance and gently leaned her face in... A kiss?

(...No.)

Leon immediately cut off the continuation of his fantasy.

(She's the most reliable person...the most unbelievable. She's the kind of person who gives me a push when I'm feeling down.)

Leon turns over in bed.

(I thought the same thing during the New York bioterror attack. Rebecca is a great woman. Honestly, I'm attracted to her. But...when I see her smile, it feels like I want a push, not a date. Something's different...)

Leon smiled softly and thanked Rebecca in his heart, praying to be reunited with her as she flew home.

The next thing that came to mind was Jill's back.

Honestly, spending time with Jill was pleasant.

When I got on the back of the motorcycle, I was startled to see her hair swaying in the sea breeze.

Her shoulder blades swaying with the recoil of the shot.

Her toned back and toned waist beneath her tight tank top, exuding feminine sexiness.

And her seductive body lines...it was almost unfair.

And that hip movement when we were pressed together on the bike...

...With her so close to me over my back, I could only imagine my sanity being tested.

"Hold on tight, or you'll fall."

"Got it! No, I'd be happy to!"

If Jill had turned around and said, "Would you like to stay the night?"...

No, no! Jill is a woman of steel, an honored hero of the BSAA.

"You'd have to be prepared to risk your life to kiss her."

Leon sighed deeply.

And then there was Claire.

Until now, we'd just been comrades. Companions. Comrades in arms.

But today, I'd finally moved beyond that (I'd like to think so).

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I thought about Claire.

Her smile. That profile. Her hair, transparent in the sunset.

The way she sipped her chowder. The soup on her lips. Her defenseless appearance.

My heart was quietly growing warmer.

If I had reached out to her then, maybe she wouldn't have refused...

(...No, that wouldn't work.)

But what if.

What if Claire had said, "It's cold, isn't it?" and put her arm around me?

If I had gently pulled her close, feeling her breath against my ear...

"Leon, just for a little while..."

If she had lowered her eyes and approached me...

If she had smiled defenselessly

"Leon, that's fine."

If she had said...

And then we'd come back to this hotel room together...

After taking a shower, she'd come out in just a towel...

(Hey, calm down. Am I an idiot?)

My imagination had gotten to the point where I couldn't help but turn over in my sleep.

But the lewd fantasies in my head wouldn't stop.

Behind my eyelids, I could see Claire's red hair, blue eyes, the scent of her hair, the pale nape of her neck, the movement of her fingers holding the spoon.

All of these things were an enemy of my sleep tonight.

"...Damn, what was I thinking?"

He buried his face in the pillow and clutched his head.

He pulled the sheets over his head and tossed and turned in bed.

"Leon S. Kennedy, what are you doing at almost 40..."

But it was the belated manifestation of pure love within his perverted self.

He challenged himself to a fight in the long night, not knowing when he'd finally fall asleep.

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Two moons floated in the sky.

Both were a soft, milky color, blurring the waves.

Leon suddenly found himself walking up a wet, cobblestoned slope.

He was in San Francisco, but it felt like a street corner in some foreign country.

Claire looked back, beyond the mist rising from her feet.

She smiled, her white dress fluttering gently in the wind.

"Hey, come with me. There's somewhere I want to show you."

The voice had a mysterious ring to it, as if coming from far away.

Leon's feet moved of their own accord.

They walked through a small market in San Francisco.

Little lanterns swayed in pistachio and amber colors, and the air smelled of cotton candy, spices, and the sea.

There was no one there.

But it was lively.

Just the lights and smells seemed to be laughing all around.

At the top of the hill, there was a white Ferris wheel.

The two of them had somehow ended up sitting at the top.

Claire gazed at him.

The moon was reflected in her eyes.

The light was so quiet, so gentle.

"Hey, Leon. I don't mind if this is a dream. Just for now, don't disappear from my sight."

Leon said nothing, but gently touched Claire's cheek.

Her skin was warm, yet it felt as if it were slipping through his fingertips, like touching mist.

They leaned closer and gently pressed their lips together.

There was no sound.

But their worlds undoubtedly overlapped there.

At the top of the Ferris wheel, the world felt as if it had stopped.

The moon in the sky softly illuminated their silhouettes.

"Leon, see you tomorrow."

...Just before he woke up, Leon silently called Claire's name.

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The morning sun filtering in through the curtains illuminated the back of his eyelids.

Leon quietly opened his eyes.

The ceiling was the same white hotel ceiling.

But deep in his chest, someone's warmth was unmistakably lingering.

...Claire.

A kiss from a dream.

Its softness.

When he closes his eyes, the image of her white dress, her smiling eyes, and her whisper of "See you tomorrow" come back to him vividly.

"... Seriously. This dream is unfair..."

Leon sighed, putting his hand to his forehead.

But his lips were somehow relaxed.

(He couldn't hide it any longer.)

Leon got up from his bed and opened the curtains.

A thin layer of fog still lingered, but a blue sky stretched beyond.

He picked up his smartphone and typed a message.

"Good morning. San Francisco is beautiful again today. How about some morning chowder?"

He pressed the send button.

...And so his day began again.

D.S.O. Mission Report

Mission Code: SKB-001

Mission Name: Lewd Heart

Created by: Leon S. Kennedy

Date: XX/XX/20XX

Classification: Top Secret (Not for viewing by unauthorized personnel)

1. Mission Summary

The purpose of this mission is to observe the target's attractiveness and evaluate its psychological impact and contribution to morale.

No zombies, B.O.W.s, or other threats appeared during the mission.

However, mental fluctuations were observed in the subject's smile and behavior.

2. Observation Subject and Observations

Subject A: Rebecca Chambers

Situation: Morning beach walk.

Special Notes: White nape, tight leggings, mouth sipping a Frappuccino.

Psychological Effect: Palpitations due to sea breeze.

Morale Improvement Rate: +35%

Subject B: Jill Valentine

Situation: Firing range.

Special Notes: Smell of gunpowder and sweat, wet hair, accentuated body lines.

Psychological Effects: Difficulty in gaze fixation, rapidly increased heart rate.

Morale Boost: +52%

Subject C: Claire Redfield

Situation: Chowder handed to the subject at the beach.

Special Notes: Sunset, sea breeze, redness of ears.

Psychological Effects: Near mission abort, entering dangerous zone of thought.

Morale Boost: +78%

3. Overall Evaluation

The mission was generally successful.

All subjects' attractiveness had a significant effect on morale.

However, since it became difficult to control reason when interacting with Claire, it is recommended that a support person (to provide a bucket of cold water) be brought along next time.

4. Recommendations

Periodic "Lewd Thoughts" missions will be continued to maintain morale.

Consider introducing photographic records as necessary (for personal use).

Signed

Leon S. Kennedy