Not A Regressor - Chapter 183

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 183
Interlude – A Yesterday Better Than Tomorrow (2)
Vroom.
The deep, resonant rumble of a motorcycle’s exhaust.
With Ha-eun clinging to his back, Kwon O-jin tore down the road at breakneck speed.
Though riding a motorcycle was new to me, the Awakened’s superhuman senses made it easy to maintain balance without difficulty.
“….”
Ha-eun gently wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her forehead against my broad back.
Thump, thump.
The thundering of her heartbeat filled her mind so completely that the motorcycle’s engine noise faded into nothing.
Her head burned as if wrapped in a scalding towel.
‘What, what is this? What’s going on?’
After absorbing the Living Armor using Heukcheon or whatever it was, he suddenly transformed like a different person, roughly devouring her lips.
If it had just been a kiss, that would be one thing.
But he suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her toward home with an almost forceful urgency.
Such bold action—so unlike the composed way he’d responded to her overt advances until now.
‘Could it be… because of Lee Shin-hyuk’s memories?’
She hadn’t heard the details, but…
The more he cultivated that thing called Heukcheon, the more the Regressor’s memories flowed into him.
Were his current actions connected to those memories?
“…Hmph.”
Ha-eun murmured softly against his back, her forehead still pressed there.
“I don’t need to worry about that.”
What did it matter what her past self had done or suffered in a previous life she couldn’t even remember?
Right now, she was here.
By Kwon O-jin’s side. Her arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow.
She would be with him through it all.
‘Well, I mean, I’m not complaining.’
Ha-eun recalled the image of him roughly pulling her close by the waist, devouring her lips.
She’d kissed him many times before.
But never with such intensity, as if he meant to consume her entirely.
“Ugh.”
She tightened her grip around his waist, her cheeks flushing crimson.
Her heart raced as though she were lost in a dream.
It was rare for Kwon O-jin to show such aggressive affection, so her racing pulse wouldn’t settle.
‘When we get home…’
Every time she thought about what awaited her there, her head burned with heat.
As she swallowed dryly and repeatedly licked her parched lips with her tongue.
Screech.
“We’re here.”
The motorcycle came to a stop, and the familiar apartment came into view.
The home she had gifted to Kwon O-jin by scraping together loans and money from every source.
Of course, compared to the luxurious apartment Isabella had given Kwon O-jin, both its exterior and interior were unremarkable.
Yet for two people who had lived in what was essentially a crumbling shanty, it held profound meaning.
“Huh? Oh, oh my. W-we’re already here.”
Ha-eun nodded with a tense expression and dismounted from the motorcycle’s rear seat.
Kwon O-jin walked ahead, and she followed hesitantly in his footsteps.
‘Ugh, I’m going crazy!’
Under normal circumstances, she would have cracked jokes to ease the tension.
But seeing Kwon O-jin’s rigid expression, this was hardly the moment for levity.
Ha-eun bit her lip nervously and followed him with anxious steps.
The ride up seven floors in the Elevator felt as long as ascending seventy.
Ding.
The Elevator doors opened with a clear chime.
As they entered through the front door, the interior of the roughly 600-square-foot apartment came into view.
It should have been an ordinary sight, yet the atmosphere felt strangely unfamiliar.
“O-Kwon O-jin.”
Ha-eun gently grasped his sleeve with trembling eyes.
Kwon O-jin’s gaze turned toward her, and the distance between them gradually closed.
When they were close enough to hear each other’s breathing.
“Eek!”
Ha-eun squeezed her eyes shut and trembled.
A cool sensation touched her cheek.
Like pressing a glass bottle filled with lukewarm liquid against her skin—
“Hm?”
Ha-eun’s eyes widened as she gazed at the transparent glass bottle Kwon O-jin held against her cheek.
“What is this?”
Inside it swirled a mysterious blue liquid that emanated an ethereal glow.
Kwon O-jin unscrewed the bottle’s cap and offered it to her.
“It’s an elixir.”
“…What?”
Her mind flashed white with shock.
The word “elixir” that had left Kwon O-jin’s lips swam rapidly through her consciousness.
“W-wait. What did you say? An elixir?”
A miraculous potion capable of reviving even the most critically wounded patient as long as a thread of life remained.
A precious potion that high-ranking awakeners of Aquarius could only produce after refining rare materials over years—materials so valuable that even money could scarcely procure them.
No, “precious” hardly captured it.
An elixir was fundamentally not something one could purchase with money.
“Drink it.”
Kwon O-jin brought the bottle to her lips.
Ha-eun fixed him with a sharp, rigid stare.
“Where on earth did you get this?”
There was no legitimate way to obtain an elixir.
“I won a bet against Deneb and received it.”
“Deneb? You don’t mean *that* Deneb?”
Ha-eun’s mouth fell open.
Kwon O-jin nodded and recounted the proxy battles he’d fought against Deneb’s apostles at the Star Palace.
As the story unfolded, Ha-eun’s eyes grew increasingly turbulent.
“You fought Deneb’s apostles? Four of them in succession?”
Her head burned with heat.
Ha-eun seized Kwon O-jin by the collar and cried out in anguish.
“Why! Why would you do something so reckless!”
That’s right.
If he’d only fought three proxy battles as originally promised, it might have been different.
Fighting a fourth apostle was nothing short of madness.
“If you fought those proxy battles for Vega’s sake, there was no need to go to a fourth—”
“I could have obtained Deneb’s divine essence even if I’d stopped at three.”
But.
“Then I’d have no justification to extract the elixir.”
“That’s—”
For Ha-eun’s sake.
I couldn’t have stopped at the third battle.
“So… you fought for me? Against a high-ranking awakener from the Cygnus Constellation?”
Ha-eun gazed at Kwon O-jin with trembling eyes.
Kwon O-jin burst into a chuckle, shrugging casually as if it were nothing.
“…Ah.”
A soft gasp escaped Ha-eun’s lips.
Yes.
He’d always been this way.
A man who threw caution to the wind for her sake.
Even if reduced to ash, even if scattered to dust.
A man willing to burn his very body for her.
“Ah… ugh.”
Transparent tears welled at the corners of Ha-eun’s eyes.
She gripped the elixir Kwon O-jin had given her with both hands, her shoulders trembling.
She found it cruel.
For so long now, her mind had been consumed with thoughts of him—she couldn’t imagine living without him.
She’d thought her love for him had reached its absolute peak.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
It had become even better.
I thought it wouldn’t be possible.
I believed my heart was already so full of him that there was no more room for him to occupy, yet here we were.
“What do you mean ‘what should we do’?”
Kwon O-jin chuckled softly and snatched the elixir from Ha-eun’s tight grip.
“I keep telling you to drink it quickly, but our sister never listens.”
After holding a sip in his mouth.
He gently pressed his lips against her trembling lips.
“Mmph….”
The azure liquid flowed across her tongue and into her mouth.
A soft blue radiance emanated from Ha-eun’s body.
Clatter.
The prosthetic leg that had been fitted below her right knee tumbled to the floor.
What appeared where the prosthetic had fallen was.
“Wow, wow!”
A pale, pristine foot.
Her leg, severed below the knee, had regenerated perfectly intact.
“My, my leg. O-jin, my real leg actually regenerated!”
Ha-eun cried out with excitement and shook Kwon O-jin’s shoulders.
No matter how comfortable the prosthetic he had gifted her was, it could never compare to a real leg.
Wiggle, wiggle.
Like a human who had sprouted wings on their back for the first time, fluttering them tentatively.
She carefully moved her right toes.
She felt her pale, bare foot move naturally in response to her will.
“Ah….”
Tears streamed down Ha-eun’s cheeks.
They say you only realize what you’ve lost after losing it.
That overwhelming emotion she had felt when gifted the Dragon’s Eye surged through her once more.
‘I thought I would never get it back….’
With her eyes, she had at least harbored hope that lifting the curse would restore her sight.
But with her leg, so much time had passed since it was severed that she believed regeneration was impossible.
She had been comforting herself, thinking she could live well enough by simply enduring the inconvenience without her right foot.
Yet now that sensation had returned to her leg, she vividly realized just how much the ‘inconvenience’ she had endured all this time had been tormenting her.
“Does it move well?”
Kwon O-jin knelt on one knee and grasped her right foot.
“Eek!!”
Perhaps because it had only just regenerated.
A tingling sensation spread across her newly sensitive foot.
“D-don’t touch it!”
Her face flushed as she tried to pull her foot away.
“I need to check if it’s properly regenerated.”
Kwon O-jin firmly grasped her foot, kneading it like dough.
Ha-eun let out a trembling moan and fell backward.
“Seems perfectly fine.”
Kwon O-jin watched Ha-eun’s violent reactions with each massage of her pristine foot and grinned wickedly.
“You, you really….”
Before Ha-eun could even voice her complaint.
“So there’s no need to hold back now, right?”
Kwon O-jin suddenly lifted her body and cradled her in a princess carry.
Given Ha-eun’s considerable height, the pose wasn’t quite as elegant as he’d imagined.
“What, what are you doing?”
The sight of Ha-eun gazing up at him cautiously from his arms was far more endearing than any fantasy he’d conjured.
Kwon O-jin kicked the door open while holding Ha-eun.
It was a double bed—opening the drawer-like section beneath revealed another bed, but.
‘I won’t need that today.’
Kwon O-jin carefully laid Ha-eun on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
As if to reassure her trembling form.
He lowered himself onto her.
* * *
“Hah, hah.”
After the passionate interlude had ended.
Ha-eun exhaled her heated breath and touched her belly in disbelief.
“It actually… fit.”
A moment of dizzying pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
Ha-eun recalled the sight of Kwon O-jin devouring her like a beast, her cheeks flushing crimson.
It was good.
Far better than she’d imagined.
When she tried to think if she’d ever felt this good in her life, nothing came to mind.
But.
“….”
Was it only good for me?
What if Kwon O-jin thought it wasn’t as good as he expected?
Once the seed of anxiety took root, it sprouted rapidly.
Ha-eun carefully poked Kwon O-jin’s side as he lay beside her.
Kwon O-jin, who had been staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression, turned his head toward her.
“What?”
“Um… I… well, that is.”
Ha-eun, who had been stammering frustratedly, finally gave up and asked.
“How, how did it feel?”
“What?”
“S-so, I… th-there. What did it feel like?”
“It felt like meat in a soup.”
“You bastard.”
What the hell is this guy talking about?

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