Not A Regressor - Chapter 270

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 270
Greed and Love (2)
The Star Palace.
A realm of the Constellation accessible only to Awakeners bearing stigmata.
The entrances to Star Palaces scattered across the world were treasures so precious that their mere existence elevated a nation’s prestige.
Countries without an entrance to a Star Palace were mockingly called “lands abandoned by the stars.”
“Sigh.”
The bustling Hongdae Street.
A woman moved through the crowd, exhaling shallow breaths.
The night breeze brushed her cheeks, and her brilliant platinum hair swayed gently.
An otherworldly beauty that captivated every gaze in an instant.
Hundreds of eyes converged upon her, yet the noble aura that naturally emanated from her prevented anyone from daring to approach.
They could only whisper from a distance.
The woman strolled down the street with elegant, haughty steps, as if indifferent to the concentrated attention.
She glanced at the entrance to the Star Palace and offered a faint smile.
“Vega should have arrived by now, shouldn’t she?”
Isabella, who had been driven out of the Hospital Room by Ha-eun, lingered outside the door with an anxious expression.
Or perhaps “anxious expression” was not quite the right phrase.
Her footsteps as she loitered in the corridor were oddly buoyant, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward.
Perhaps this incident would drive a wedge between Ha-eun and Kwon O-jin.
Kwon O-jin had been hiding the fact that his memories of Ha-eun had vanished.
From Ha-eun’s perspective, she must have felt a kind of betrayal.
That much was evident from the way her face had gone rigid and terrifying as she burst through the door.
If the two of them were to grow distant.
Gulp.
Isabella swallowed hard, staring at the firmly closed door.
She forcibly suppressed the corners of her mouth that threatened to rise.
Ah.
If she and Ha-eun grew distant, Kwon O-jin would suffer greatly.
I knew well how much he cherished Ha-eun.
To the point where even his own life seemed trivial.
He was giving everything to Ha-eun.
I would comfort the wounded Kwon O-jin.
Isabella placed a hand over her racing heart and let her imagination soar.
She envisioned herself approaching the disheartened Kwon O-jin and comforting him with utmost devotion.
I should embrace him gently and stroke his hair.
Perhaps we could share another sweet kiss like last time.
Fortunately, she possessed a captivating beauty that could seduce even a monk who had cultivated himself for decades.
And their relationship had progressed to the point where she could claim at least his “second place.”
‘Of course, Kwon O-jin won’t remember.’
As long as not all her memories of him had vanished, she was certain that she still held a place in his heart.
‘Perhaps.’
Isabella’s eyes burned with fierce intensity as she stared at the door.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Maybe through this incident, she could claim his ‘first’.
The desire she had long suppressed in the depths of her heart rose its head once more.
But that hopeful anticipation lasted only a moment.
The instant she heard a man’s low groan drifting from beyond the door, her swollen heart deflated like a balloon pierced by a needle.
“Sigh.”
Isabella exhaled another deep breath.
She turned away from the Hospital Room door and headed toward the Star Palace.
Ostensibly, it was to inform Vega that Kwon O-jin had awakened, but truthfully, she harbored the desire to interrupt the sweet moments the two of them were likely sharing.
Both of them always seemed cautious in front of Vega, after all.
“…What am I doing.”
Calling Vega to disturb the couple’s intimate time—how petty of her.
Even she had to admit it was jealousy at its most contemptible.
Isabella walked through the streets with a self-deprecating smile.
Rather than return to the Hospital immediately, she wanted to take a brief walk and clear her head.
It was while she wandered through a nearby Park, lost in thought, that it happened.
“….”
Isabella’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
She surveyed her surroundings with sharp eyes and lightly dragged her fingernail across her palm.
Blood flowed from her palm, forming the shape of a scythe.
“My, how frightening.”
The Park, now devoid of people.
A woman emerged from the shadowed darkness.
Her frame was better described as that of a girl rather than a woman.
Her slender silhouette felt so fragile that one worried a careless touch might shatter her.
Yet her appearance belied that delicate frame—she was alluring and bewitching.
A woman who, like the forbidden fruit Adam reached for, awakened an instinctive sense of transgression.
Cassia Colgrande smiled as she gazed upon her younger sister.
“…Elder Sister.”
Isabella’s sharp eyes fixed upon Cassia.
After conversing with Kwon O-jin within the black curtain, she had suddenly ceased her attacks, but until that moment, she had smiled with madness and sought to kill her.
Instinctive wariness came before the joy of meeting a sister she had believed dead.
“There’s no need to be so guarded, is there?”
Cassia seemed delighted by Isabella’s tense posture, her shoulders trembling with amusement.
“What brings you here, Elder Sister?”
“Ah. On my way back from meeting that person, I thought I’d stop by to see my beloved sister’s face.”
“That person… You don’t mean you met with Kwon O-jin?”
Cassia nodded silently.
Isabella bit her lip and pointed the sickle in her hand toward Cassia.
“You didn’t do anything else to Kwon O-jin, did you?”
“Don’t worry. That man is….”
Cassia trailed off, gazing up at the Night Sky.
“That man is?”
….
Cassia looked up at the darkened Night Sky with complicated eyes.
She exhaled a deep sigh and shook her head.
“…I still don’t quite understand.”
“Don’t understand what?”
“Nothing at all.”
Cassia shook her head, evading the question.
That day.
The image of Kwon O-jin that I had seen within the black curtain resurfaced.
That man who, with an arrogant and presumptuous attitude, had offered to become my Heavenly Demon.
That man who had whispered sweet lies, telling me to abandon the Heavenly Demon I serve and follow him instead.
My feelings toward him remained far too complex to be summarized in mere words.
There was too much blood on my hands over these years to simply fall for his sweet deceptions.
….
A suffocating weight of guilt and regret pressed upon my chest.
Though I claimed to have lost my mind after receiving a ‘Star’ from the Heavenly Demon, I had spent the past decade as the Heavenly Demon’s instrument, trampling countless lives beneath my feet.
A creature like me.
A serpent as filthy and repugnant as they come.
Could I truly allow myself to pursue happiness by following sweet whispers now?
Or did I even deserve to feel happiness in the first place?
Cassia shook her head as if to erase the tangled thoughts swirling in her mind.
“In any case, I haven’t done anything to that man, so there’s no need to worry.”
….
Isabella lowered her sickle, her wariness easing slightly.
“So what’s your business here?”
“My, does a sister need a reason to visit her younger sister?”
“Stop spouting nonsense.”
She spoke coldly, her sharp gaze fixed on Cassia.
Cassia shrugged lightly and approached Isabella.
“By the way… it seems that man has another woman, doesn’t he?”
Flinch.
Isabella’s shoulders trembled.
Cassia burst into laughter at her reaction.
“Did I guess right?”
“Took? Took what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
Cassia extended her long tongue as she continued speaking.
“Our Isabella is such a greedy one, isn’t she?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Hehe. You know exactly what I mean.”
The sinister serpent’s gaze swept across Isabella.
“Or should I take him for myself?”
Cassia smiled seductively, trailing her hand down her chest.
Though she lacked feminine curves, the forbidden-fruit allure she possessed was so devastatingly destructive that it could captivate even the gaze of her own blood.
“You dare lay a finger on Kwon O-jin! I won’t—”
“What are you to him?”
“That’s—!”
Isabella’s words caught in her throat.
No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t bring herself to admit before her elder sister that she was Kwon O-jin’s ‘second choice’.
Cassia’s eyes gleamed as she watched Isabella struggle for words, her composure crumbling.
Even as her own blood, she could see at a glance just how captivating a woman Isabella was.
The full, graceful curve of her chest and that impossibly slender waist despite her generous proportions.
Skin as flawless as a snowy field, crowned with hair as beautiful as melted gold.
Cassia prided herself on her own feminine allure, but it couldn’t compare to Isabella’s.
For such a woman to wear that expression—what kind of woman could inspire that?
“Hmm. I wonder who she is.”
Cassia’s eyes narrowed as she recalled the scent of the woman clinging heavily to Kwon O-jin’s body.
Why was it?
Thinking of that woman made her chest boil with inexplicable heat.
“….”
It wasn’t as though I had feelings for him.
Cassia bit her lip hard, irritation inexplicably welling up inside her.
“Well, do your best. Stealing is your specialty, after all.”
“…Be quiet.”
“Hehe. Then I’ll be on my way.”
Cassia turned, waving her hand languidly.
“Why did you even come here….”
Isabella exhaled deeply, shaking her head in resignation.
“Where are you going?”
She called out toward Cassia, who was disappearing into the shadows.
Cassia stopped in her tracks and turned with a rigid expression.
“The Demon Realm.”
With that terse reply, her form vanished completely into the darkness.
“….”
Isabella stared blankly at the space where Cassia had vanished, then turned away with her lips pressed firmly together.
Her destination was the Hospital Room where Kwon O-jin lay.
She wanted to see him right now.

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When she opened the Hospital Room door, she found Kwon O-jin sleeping.
‘Have they both already left?’
Confirming that Ha-eun and Vega were nowhere to be seen, Isabella approached Kwon O-jin with quiet steps.
He slept with even, steady breathing.
—Stealing is your specialty, isn’t it?
Cassia’s voice echoed in her ears.
“I am….”
Isabella reached out toward the sleeping Kwon O-jin.
She gently touched his cheek, then traced her fingers across his lips as his breathing remained steady and calm.
The soft sensation of his lips.
An intense, suppressed urge surged within her.
“Mm?”
Had he sensed her presence?
Kwon O-jin’s eyes opened.
“…Isabella?”
“You’re awake?”
Isabella pressed gently on Kwon O-jin’s chest as he tried to rise, keeping him pinned to the bed.
“Do you remember the promise we made?”
“Promise?”
“Yes. The promise we made inside the Ferris Wheel.”
“…That one.”
Kwon O-jin’s expression hardened.
Due to the aftereffects of the Demon Realm, his memories of what they had discussed with her on the Ferris Wheel had been completely erased.
“I’m sorry. As I said before, my memory….”
“I can simply remind you, can’t I?”
Isabella climbed onto the bed.
She looked down at him with an intoxicatingly alluring gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You said….”
A moment of hesitation.
Isabella, her eyes conflicted, pressed herself down upon him as if to pin him beneath her.
“You would make me your ‘first.'”
He had no memory of what happened that day on the Ferris Wheel.
If that were so.
Then perhaps she could be his first, not his second.
Not Ha-eun, but herself.
To become his most precious person.
“Kwon O-jin… you will keep your promise, won’t you?”
Isabella gazed down at him with eyes gleaming with desire, her breath hot and heavy.

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