Not A Regressor - Chapter 259

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 259
A Date (1)
The next day.
Kwon O-jin waited near Jamsil Station for Isabella.
Since they lived in the same house, it would have been simple to leave together from home, but following Isabella’s desire to experience more of a date atmosphere, they had deliberately departed separately and agreed to meet at Jamsil Station.
“Sigh.”
A deep exhale escaped Kwon O-jin’s lips as he sipped from a canned coffee he’d bought at a convenience store.
It was problematic enough that he was out enjoying a date peacefully despite this grave situation where the Heavenly Demon might have made a move.
But what weighed on him even more was that despite having Ha-eun as his lover, he stood vacantly before the station waiting to go on a one-on-one date with another woman—a realization that filled him with self-loathing.
‘No matter how much my sister said it was fine.’
Tangled thoughts churned through his mind.
“Ah, Kwon O-jin. Have you been waiting long?”
But the moment he saw Isabella step out of the luxury limousine, all those complicated thoughts vanished without a trace.
She wore a dark brown turtleneck sweater paired with a tulip skirt, her long, slender legs wrapped in black stockings beneath.
An Hermès bag hung from her left arm, and understated yet luxurious earrings and a necklace made subtle declarations of refinement.
And more than anything else, his gaze was drawn to two curves that showed unmistakable definition despite the loose knit—a sight laden with temptation.
Or rather, calling them hills seemed inadequate; they were more like towering peaks.
“Kwon O-jin?”
“Ah, yes. Sorry.”
Kwon O-jin snapped back to attention, offering an awkward smile.
“I apologize. It took some time to get ready. Did you wait long?”
“No, I just arrived too.”
It wasn’t the usual pleasantry between lovers—he had genuinely arrived at the station less than ten minutes ago.
Besides, since they lived in the same house, their arrival times couldn’t have differed much even if they’d left separately.
“Hehe. That’s a relief.”
Isabella smiled brightly and naturally linked her arm through his.
As she drew near, a delicate lilac fragrance tickled his nostrils.
“Did you get a new perfume?”
“Hehe. It’s spring, after all.”
As she said, it was a scent that suited the spring season perfectly, with cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.
“The scent is really nice.”
Though he didn’t know which brand it was, the fragrance emanating from her suited Isabella with her platinum blonde hair perfectly.
“R-really?”
Isabella suddenly pulled out her smartphone from her Hermès bag and sent a message to someone.
From what he could glimpse, the message appeared to be instructing someone to buy more of the perfume immediately.
It was probably a message to Roberto.
‘My apologies, Roberto.’
It felt strange to be inadvertently multiplying his workload in real time.
“Shall we go?”
“Yes, Kwon O-jin!”
After Isabella finished sending the message, she nodded vigorously.
The place Kwon O-jin and Isabella had chosen for their date was Lotte World.
It was the quintessential dating destination—the kind of place any Seoul resident had visited at least once.
“But are you really okay with here? The amusement parks overseas have better facilities.”
Lotte World was certainly well-constructed among amusement parks.
Still, it couldn’t compare to the famous amusement parks abroad.
Of course, there was the barrier of distance, but for Isabella, who even owned a private jet, that wasn’t an issue.
“It’s fine. If I’m going to be living in South Korea from now on, I should get accustomed to the local culture.”
From now on, she said.
Her casual certainty made my thoughts tangled once more.
I pushed aside the confusion and stepped into Lotte World.
“Wow.”
A soft gasp escaped Isabella’s lips as we entered.
The interior had a whimsical charm, as if we’d stepped into a fantasy storybook.
Cheerful noise and screams echoed from all directions.
“You said this was your first time at an amusement park?”
“Yes, it’s my first.”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled with wonder as she turned her head this way and that.
Her excited demeanor, like a child on a school trip, drew a smile from me.
“Have you been here before, Kwon O-jin?”
“Once, a long time ago.”
Back when I was at the Orphanage, I’d come here as part of a government-sponsored program.
Since it was more of a showcase program, I’d been forced to smile at the Orphanage Director’s insistence, which was exhausting. Still, it remained one of my few pleasant memories from those hellish days at the Orphanage.
“What do you want to ride first?”
“Hmm. Just a moment.”
Isabella pulled out her smartphone again and manipulated it as quickly as a squirrel cracking acorns.
Had she researched what to do beforehand?
The screen displayed detailed information about the types and features of rides at Lotte World.
“Atlantis! They said this is the most popular one!”
“Then let’s go ride that.”
I chuckled and headed toward the outdoor area where Atlantis was located.
Clear sunlight and a refreshing spring breeze brushed against my cheeks.
“It’s over there, Kwon O-jin!”
I could see people lined up to ride Atlantis.
In the past, this ride would have required waiting one to two hours at minimum, sometimes over three hours. But since the Gates opened and most people’s lives became harsher, the number of visitors had dropped significantly.
Though even with the hardships, South Korea remained a relatively comfortable place to live, so the amusement park was still operating.
“It looks like we’ll be able to ride it after about a thirty-minute wait.”
“Then wait here for a bit. I’ll go grab something to eat.”
“Something to eat?”
“There’s something you have to eat when you come to an amusement park.”
Kwon O-jin chuckled softly and bought two churros from a nearby shop.
The churros, generously dusted with sugar, released a subtle cinnamon aroma.
“Is this something you must eat when you come to an amusement park?”
“Yeah. Try one.”
Isabella cautiously took a bite of the churro.
“Oh, it’s delicious.”
“Right?”
“Yes. It seems like a dessert that would pair well with coffee.”
Isabella smiled brightly, clearly pleased with the churro.
“But why did this become a food you must eat when you come to an amusement park?”
“Ah… I’m not entirely sure myself.”
Was there really a particular reason?
“Hmm. So this is a uniquely South Korean culture!”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she munched on the churro with enthusiasm.
As we waited while eating the churro, the line moved quickly.
Whoooosh!
A roller coaster raced along the tracks at high speed, accompanied by a thunderous roar.
The cheers and screams of the riders echoed loudly through the air.
“Is this the one we ride?”
“Yeah.”
Kwon O-jin and Isabella sat side by side in the front of the boat.
“Alright~ we’ll be departing shortly! Everyone, please hold the safety bar firmly!”
The boat suddenly accelerated at the attendant’s announcement.
In just 1.5 seconds, the boat shot forward at 72 kilometers per hour, racing swiftly along the rails.
The riders screamed and shrieked.
“Hmm.”
Isabella simply released her grip on the safety bar with an indifferent expression.
Of course.
She was a superhuman capable of accelerating to supersonic speeds in 1.5 seconds, far beyond 72 kilometers per hour.
There was no way she could feel thrilled by this level of speed.
“Not fun?”
“Oh, no. It’s incredibly fun!”
Did it sound like she was saying the date itself wasn’t fun?
Isabella hurriedly shook her head and shouted.
“Let’s go ride something else instead.”
The most popular scream-inducing rides at the amusement park simply weren’t interesting to Kwon O-jin and Isabella, both possessing superhuman bodies.
“Everything I researched was similar to that ride….”
“What about the Haunted House? Isn’t that too childish?”
“The Haunted House?”
Isabella let out a soft chuckle.
The Haunted House—wasn’t that the attraction where they deliberately created a terrifying atmosphere and costumed staff would jump out as ghosts?
I’d never been before, but I could imagine well enough how it would go.
I’d never been before, but I could imagine well enough how it would go.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Isabella headed toward the Haunted House, seeming grateful that I had put so much thought into this.
And then.
“Kyaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
A scream tore through the air with such force it seemed it might rip apart.
Isabella’s eyes glistened with tears as she seized my arm.
“O-O-jin! G-ghosts, there are ghosts!”
Her face drained of color, she pointed at a maiden ghost dressed in a pure white burial shroud, staggering toward us with an eerie gait.
“…Isabella?”
“L-let’s go, quickly!”
Her desperate plea was so genuine it couldn’t possibly be an act, and I let out a hollow laugh.
“Why, why are you laughing?!”
Isabella shrieked indignantly and pressed herself against me.
A soft sensation.
Two prominent curves, asserting their presence even through her dark brown knit sweater, pressed against me.
“Ahem.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly and slowly moved forward.
“Kyaaaaahhh! O-O-jin! A v-vampire! It’s a vampire!”
“No.”
You’re a vampire yourself….
“O-jin!”
“Gaaahhhhh!”
Her grip tightened with such force I thought my bones might break, and I urgently pulled us out of the Haunted House.
“Gasp, gasp!”
Once we finally escaped the Haunted House.
I caught my breath heavily as I looked at Isabella.
Perhaps it was the relief of being outside.
Isabella wiped away the tears clinging to her eyes and combed through her disheveled hair with her fingers as she spoke.
“W-well, it wasn’t really that scary.”
“…Excuse me?”
That was how someone who wasn’t scared was supposed to act?
“I-I was just pretending to be a little frightened so I could have some physical contact with you, O-jin. D-did I fool you?”
Isabella gazed off into the distance, avoiding my eyes.
I smiled mischievously and pulled her hand.
“Want to go in one more time?”
“N-no, absolutely not!”
Isabella cried out, her face turning pale.
“Pfft, hahahaha!”
I burst into laughter at the sight of Isabella’s terrified expression.
I never knew the dignified queen had such a side to her.
“Don’t tease me, Kwon O-jin!”
“Haha! Sorry, sorry.”
Kwon O-jin barely suppressed his laughter as he turned to look at Isabella, her cheeks puffed out in a pout.
“Should we go grab some food?”
“Oh, has it really gotten this late already?”
We’d been having so much fun that lunchtime had already slipped past us.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Hmm… Korean street food, is that what you call it? I want to try that!”
“Street food?”
“Yes!”
For someone so eager to experience Korean culture, there was no better option than street food.
“Is there a tteokbokki place around here?”
After finding the restaurant district, Kwon O-jin spotted a street food establishment nearby.
Even though the streets had a fantasy aesthetic on the surface, it was still Korea underneath.
It didn’t take long to find a tteokbokki chain restaurant.
“Yeolgi Tteokbokki? That’s quite an unusual name.”
“It’s a pretty famous place.”
Kwon O-jin and Isabella entered the tteokbokki restaurant.
The menu offered options for mild, regular, and spicy levels.
“I’ll have the spicy version!”
Isabella, studying the menu, chose the spicy option without hesitation.
“Are you sure? Even the regular spice level here tends to be quite hot.”
“Hehe. Enjoying spicy food is part of Korean culture too, isn’t it? And don’t worry.”
Isabella puffed out her chest proudly as she continued.
“I eat spicy foods like kimchi stew and stir-fried pork all the time!”
“Uh… yeah.”
Were those… actually spicy dishes?
Kwon O-jin tilted his head in confusion but ordered the spicy version as Isabella had requested.
The tteokbokki arrived on a plate, steam rising from it in wisps.
“Wow! So this is tteokbokki!”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she pierced a piece with her fork and took a generous bite.
“Hmm? It’s not as spicy as I thought….”
She was about to finish her sentence when—
“Ugh! Uuuuugh!”
Isabella’s face flushed crimson as her legs began flailing wildly.
She desperately reached for the water cup.
“Wait, drinking water will actually….”
Drinking water while eating spicy food provides relief—but only momentarily.
What follows is an even more intense wave of heat.
“Nnnnnngh!”
Isabella, who had gulped down water desperately, trembled violently with tears streaming down her face.
Kwon O-jin extended a Coolpis to her as she writhed.
“Haa, haa!”
After consuming the Coolpis and regaining some composure, Isabella shuddered and cried out in a voice brimming with indignation.
“Do Koreans not understand the concept of moderation?!”
It was a criticism that left no room for excuse.

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