Not A Regressor - Chapter 223

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 223
What Was Erased, What Does Not Disappear (1)
“…What?”
Kwon O-jin stared at Isabella with a bewildered expression.
Isabella, dressed in a maid’s uniform, wore an enchanting smile as her hand, which had been caressing Kwon O-jin’s cheek, slowly descended to touch his neck.
“You said you were very frightened when we were separated, didn’t you?”
“I… did.”
“I don’t want to feel that kind of fear ever again, Kwon O-jin.”
Instead, I’m becoming a little frightened now, Isabella.
“If I leave you alone, you might disappear somewhere again.”
“…So you tied me up?”
“Yes!”
Isabella smiled brightly, her expression asking, “Wasn’t that the right thing to do?”
Cold sweat trickled down Kwon O-jin’s back.
‘What is wrong with this woman?’
Why had things suddenly become like this?
She had shown subtle signs of anxiety before, but it seemed the emotions she had been suppressing had finally erupted because of this incident.
“Would you like to eat first?”
“No, before that, please untie this for me.”
“I made nutritious abalone porridge today~♬”
This was strange.
The conversation wasn’t getting through to her.
“Come on, say ‘aah’, Kwon O-jin.”
Isabella brought a bowl of porridge and held a spoonful to Kwon O-jin’s lips.
He slightly opened his mouth and took in the steaming porridge.
The rich, nutty aroma of sesame oil spread across his palate, mingling with the tender texture of the abalone.
As Isabella watched Kwon O-jin obediently accept the porridge, her eyes gleamed with seductive allure.
“Oh, you’ve spilled a little.”
Because of his awkward position, a bit of abalone porridge had dribbled from the corner of his lips.
“I’ll wipe it.”
When Kwon O-jin reached for a tissue.
“Stay still.”
Kwon O-jin’s arm froze in place.
Isabella, who had used her “Command” ability to stop Kwon O-jin’s movement, pulled out a tissue and wiped the abalone porridge from his chin.
“That’s right, that’s right. You listen well, don’t you?”
She gazed at Kwon O-jin, who had gone rigid with his arm still outstretched toward the tissue, and slowly licked her lips.
With a gentle touch, she caressed Kwon O-jin’s cheek and pushed the bowl of porridge aside.
“I… Isabella.”
“Do you know how much I’ve regretted it since that day?”
Isabella leaned slowly toward Kwon O-jin, who lay on the bed, and carefully embraced him.
Something full and weighty pressed softly against my chest.
“Every day, every hour, every minute, every second—I regretted it without pause.”
Isabella rested her head on my shoulder, her delicate fingers tracing the stigma carved into my left chest.
“…Regretted what?”
“If I had made you into a slave incapable of defying my commands back then… perhaps none of this would have happened. That’s what I regret.”
“….”
Elder Sister.
Where are you, Elder Sister!
Please come here quickly!
“You think the same way, don’t you, Kwon O-jin?”
Isabella, who had been caressing the stigma, smiled bewitchingly and pressed her body closer against mine.
Isabella draped over me like a blanket.
The VIP Hospital Room’s bedding was made of premium materials and boasted a soft touch, but compared to the sensation now enveloping my body, it felt no different from rough nonwoven fabric.
“Answer me.”
The way she gently bit my earlobe and whispered her command made her seem less like a maid and more like a queen sitting imperiously upon a throne, legs crossed, dominating all before her.
‘The Leech Queen.’
I had always thought of it as merely a title the Black Star Society’s executives casually used for one another.
But the figure she presented now was nothing short of a true ‘queen’ in every sense.
“Make me your slave, Isabella.”
My lips moved against my will, compelled by the command reverberating through my mind.
Isabella, having forcibly extracted the words she desired from me, burst into delighted laughter.
“So you think that way too?”
The polite, respectful demeanor she had displayed moments before vanished entirely.
Isabella gazed at me with eyes gleaming blood-red, her expression profound.
She tilted her head slowly and licked my neck seductively with her tongue.
The ticklish pleasure spreading across my neck made my body tremble.
“Don’t be tense… just relax.”
Isabella caressed my cheek with a gentle touch while sinking her fangs into my neck.
A sharp, electric pleasure coursed down my spine.
Along with the sensation of blood being drawn, I felt Isabella’s mana seeping into my body.
‘This is insane.’
Was I really about to become Isabella’s slave permanently and turn into a blood vending machine?
As I panicked at this unexpected turn of events.
“Hehe, just joking.”
Isabella pulled away with a playful smile.
She opened a potion bottle and carefully applied it to the wound on my neck.
“Were you very startled, Kwon O-jin?”
“…How could I not be startled in that situation?”
“My, I would never actually make you my slave, would I?”
Isabella smiled brightly as she tended to the wound that had closed in an instant.
“At least not right now.”
“…So you’re saying you could make one later?”
“Who knows? I suppose it depends on how Kwon O-jin behaves.”
In other words.
If I acted on my own whims even once more, she’d turn me into a true slave. That was the warning.
‘That’s one hell of a threat.’
I recalled Isabella’s eyes gleaming with that vivid crimson light.
True to her word, next time wouldn’t end with a mere warning.
“Got it. I won’t do it again.”
Though honestly, if the same situation arose again, I’d probably make the exact same choice.
But for now, reassuring her took priority.
“…You promise?”
Isabella poked my cheek and let out an adorable huff of breath.
I nodded and pointed to the crimson chains binding my wrists and ankles.
“I promise, so just undo these first.”
“One moment.”
Isabella reached out to release the chains.
But only for a moment.
She suddenly froze, her hand resting on the crimson chains.
“Isabella?”
“….”
Isabella stood motionless, her hand on the chains, lost in thought.
After a long pause, she swallowed hard and turned her gaze toward me.
“Come to think of it, Kwon O-jin, you kissed me back then, didn’t you?”
“Huh?”
Isabella continued with a fresh expression.
“That was my first kiss.”
“…Well.”
I found myself at a loss for words, my expression growing awkward.
Regardless of the reason, I had stolen her lips without any consent.
“Do you know how precious chastity is as an asset to a member of the Colgrand Family?”
“Come on, this isn’t some Joseon dynasty noble household.”
And she wasn’t an elementary school student either—wasn’t she a bit old to be going on about chastity over a kiss?
“Ahem! Anyway! Since you took my lips, you’ll have to take responsibility.”
Isabella’s cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, fully aware of how absurd her own words were.
Watching her pout so cutely, I let out a soft chuckle.
“What kind of responsibility?”
“W-well, that is….”
Isabella trailed off, her gaze darting nervously this way and that.
The way she fidgeted with her fingertips bore no resemblance to the queen who had just moments ago smiled seductively while trying to enslave me.
“…one more time.”
“Hm?”
“P-please, just one more time.”
Isabella murmured in a voice so small it seemed to creep along the ground.
At the sight of her so utterly endearing, laughter escaped unbidden from my lips.
“Oh! D-don’t laugh!”
Isabella’s cheeks flushed crimson as an apple, and she pummeled my chest with her fists.
“Even if you say you don’t want to, I’ll force you anyway!”
She exhaled an excited breath and approached me, bound to the bed.
“Haa.”
A breath moistened with anticipation.
Isabella closed her eyes tightly and slowly tilted her face toward my lips.
Just as our lips were about to meet.
Crash!
The hospital room door burst open violently, and Ha-eun appeared.
“F-finally found you!”
Ha-eun’s breathing was ragged, as though she’d searched the entire hospital.
“What are you doing to Kwon O-jin, you wench?!”
“Tsk.”
Isabella clicked her tongue, watching Ha-eun kick through the door.
“Tsk? You’re tsking at me?”
“My, please compose yourself, Elder Sister. Surely I would never do something so unbecoming?”
Isabella shrugged with an innocent expression.
Ha-eun approached with a huff and, upon seeing the crimson chains binding my limbs, pressed her forehead as if her head ached.
“Sigh. You’re really something else.”
Ha-eun approached me and gave my head a light flick.
“This is all because of your karma, you fool.”
“Ahem.”
I had nothing to say and averted my gaze from Ha-eun.
“Undo these right now.”
“Yes, Elder Sister.”
Isabella reluctantly undid the crimson chains binding my limbs.
As the chains restraining my body came loose, I stretched with a groan, loosening my stiffened muscles.
“How’s your body?”
“I could survive even if I fell into the Demon Realm right now.”
“Ridiculous.”
Ha-eun laughed softly and flicked my forehead with her finger.
“Did you want to see your sister’s heart break again?”
Ha-eun climbed onto the bed from the opposite side and embraced my lying form.
With a grip that promised never to let go again.
“I thought I’d never see you again, you bastard.”
“…I’m sorry.”
I gently stroked Ha-eun’s shoulder as she buried her face against mine, her body trembling with sobs.
Ha-eun tugged at the hospital gown I was wearing.
“Paaing!”
“No.”
What was this Elder Sister doing to my hospital gown?
“Anyway, your body is fine, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then….”
Ha-eun’s lips curved upward as she glanced toward Isabella.
“Could our little sister step out for a moment?”
“Eek.”
Isabella’s body flinched.
Her expression made it clear she could guess what the two of us were about to do.
“N-no, I don’t want to.”
“You don’t want to?”
Ha-eun, her expression brimming with confidence, pulled me into her embrace and continued.
“You know who Kwon O-jin belongs to, don’t you?”
“….”
“Surely you’re not going to interrupt a couple’s intimate moment?”
“Ugh.”
Isabella bit her lip and trembled with indignation.
She knew.
That Kwon O-jin was Ha-eun’s lover.
That she herself was still far from being able to insert herself between them.
“…Just you wait, Elder Sister.”
“That’s the kind of line a third-rate villain would say while running away.”
“S-shut up!”
Isabella let out a sharp cry, then huffed indignantly as she stormed out.
Slam!
The Hospital Room door shut roughly behind her.
“Isabella really does get cuter the more you see her, I’m telling you.”
Ha-eun giggled as she recalled Isabella’s indignant huffing.
She jabbed my ribs with her elbow repeatedly as she spoke.
“But don’t forget—your Elder Sister was first, okay Kwon O-jin?”
“….”
“Kwon O-jin? Is something wrong?”
I stared at Ha-eun with vacant eyes.
As though wandering through a terrible nightmare.
I murmured with a trembling voice.
“…Lovers?”
Since when.
When did Ha-eun and I become lovers?

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