Not A Regressor - Chapter 292

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 292
Interlude – The Banquet (2)
Fundamentally, Awakeners do not intoxicate easily.
This is because accepting stigmas strengthens their physical capabilities far beyond the human threshold.
For high-tier Awakeners of rank 9 and above, whose bodies have undergone complete reconstruction, becoming drunk would require them to literally chug alcohol by the barrel.
It was difficult enough for high-tier Awakeners to become intoxicated even when trying deliberately—so the fact that they were this drunk meant something.
“Just how much did they drink… ah.”
Kwon O-jin, who had been watching the two intoxicated women, glanced down at the empty bottle in his hand.
Now that he thought about it, wasn’t this the traditional liquor of the Beastkin?
“Hehe. The villagers kept giving us drinks one after another~ and it just felt so good.”
“Everything’s spinning in front of my eyes~ hihi.”
Watching the two swaying women, Kwon O-jin could roughly piece together what had happened.
What the two women had consumed was not ordinary alcohol, but the traditional liquor of the Beastkin.
And naturally, the traditional liquor of the Beastkin was crafted for those with bodies so robust they could make even high-tier Awakeners look fragile in terms of physical capability.
If they had unknowingly accepted and drunk it, their current state was hardly surprising.
“Kwon O-jin~”
A soft sensation.
Isabella wrapped her arm around his, whispering against his ear in a melting voice.
A softness that could only be described as otherworldly enveloped his arm.
“How was it? I tried it one last time before we leave the Beastkin Kingdom.”
There was no longer any reason to hide the fact that she was human.
Isabella wagged her puppy ears and tail side to side, grinning brightly.
Even while intoxicated, she maintained such precise control.
Kwon O-jin swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
“…Is this the last time?”
At this point, what was there to hide?
Isabella, adorned with puppy ears and tail, possessed a destructive charm far too potent to be described merely as a “last” appearance.
“My?”
Isabella’s eyes widened in a perfect circle as she smiled radiantly.
“Of course, if you’d like, I could keep wearing them, couldn’t I?”
“…Wearing them around all the time would be a bit much.”
He preferred not to show this side of her to others.
“Fufu. You’re something else, Kwon O-jin.”
Isabella’s eyes curved into crescents as she playfully swayed her tail, tickling him.
“How about tonight… wearing these while we…?”
Isabella’s voice dripped with sweet temptation.
Displeased by the flirtation between the two, Ha-eun suddenly thrust herself between Kwon O-jin and Isabella.
“You… I, I’m supposed to be first, okay?”
Ha-eun’s pouting lips pulled Kwon O-jin toward her, looking exactly like a cat throwing a tantrum at its owner.
‘What do I do about this.’
Even knowing that intoxication impaired rational thought, I found it difficult to suppress the desire churning from deep within.
“Here, drink some cool water first and clear your head.”
Kwon O-jin offered the waterskin he had nearby to Ha-eun and Isabella.
The two drank the water he handed them in large gulps, their expressions dazed.
“Hehe. O-jin~ why is everything spinning around?”
“The water tastes quite bitter.”
After drinking, the two women’s speech became increasingly slurred as they swayed unsteadily.
‘What is this?’
Kwon O-jin took a sip from the waterskin.
The sharp aroma of alcohol spread across his mouth.
“Are you kidding me? Who poured alcohol into the waterskin?”
This wasn’t some college outing—what kind of prank was this?
“Hahahaha!”
“Do you want water? Huh?”
“Ugh… you crazy Silver-maned Tribe bastards…!”
Not far away, a beastkin with a crimson mane was spectacularly vomiting onto the ground, which made it clear enough who the culprits were.
‘Just like that bastard Riak—birds of a feather, I suppose.’
Kwon O-jin watched the Silver-maned Tribe members laughing with absurd expressions on their faces.
“Hiccup! O-jin… I’m so dizzy.”
Perhaps the alcohol in the waterskin had been the final blow.
Ha-eun leaned against Kwon O-jin, her eyes spinning.
‘This won’t do.’
Kwon O-jin lifted Ha-eun in a princess carry.
“Ah. Kwon O-jin, my head suddenly feels….”
Isabella, who had seemed relatively fine compared to Ha-eun, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
With her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth twitched upward with anticipation.
‘This woman.’
Kwon O-jin narrowed his eyes and called out to the boy who was busily carrying alcohol to the village elders in the distance.
“Leo! Come here and carry your sister for me!”
“Huh? Who?”
Leo perked up his ears and came scurrying over.
Upon seeing the collapsed Isabella, Leo let out a gasp of shock.
“You want me to carry Isabella sister?”
The boy trembled and swallowed hard.
The memory of being held in Isabella’s embrace played on infinite loop in Leo’s mind.
“Ah, I feel better now.”
As Leo hesitantly began to move toward Isabella.
Isabella, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sprang to her feet.
She looked at Ha-eun nestled in Kwon O-jin’s arms and clicked her tongue in disapproval.
“Well, that’s good then. The alcohol the Silver-maned Tribe brews is incredibly potent, so don’t drink too much.”
Leo turned away with a dejected expression.
Isabella patted his head affectionately a few times before clinging to Kwon O-jin.
“Let’s go, Kwon O-jin.”
“…You’re really drunk, aren’t you?”
“Who knows?”
Isabella sent him a playful wink and linked her arm through his.
Kwon O-jin lightly kicked the waterskin Isabella had been drinking from and set down on the ground.
The waterskin toppled over, and the liquor inside spilled out in a rush.
“….”
“Oh my, Elder Sister seems to be in quite a state. Let’s hurry back to the cottage.”
Isabella flashed a shameless smile and dragged Kwon O-jin along by the arm.
“H-hey, big brother!”
“Hm?”
Leo, cradling Ha-eun in his arms, watched Kwon O-jin clinging to Isabella and clenched both fists tightly.
“I want to become a great warrior like you, big brother! I really do!”
The boy’s eyes blazed with determination.
Hearing the fervent passion in his voice, Kwon O-jin let out a soft chuckle.
Well.
It was only natural that a spirited youth would admire the figure he cut now.
“Do your best.”
Kwon O-jin turned from Leo and headed toward the cottage.
“Oooh, Ojinaaaa.”
As I laid Ha-eun on the bed, she spread her arms wide like a chick searching for its mother.
“Take my clothes off.”
“Pardon?”
Did I mishear that?
“It’s stuffy! Take my clothes off!”
No.
Why does this woman have such terrible drinking habits?
“Isabella….”
“I’ll just go wash up at the stream for a moment~”
Isabella fled outside in a flash.
“My clothes!!!”
Ha-eun thrashed about like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum in a toy store demanding a three-stage transforming robot.
I removed the boots and socks Ha-eun was wearing.
“Ahhhh, that’s refreshing.”
Ha-eun wiggled her toes and squirmed like a caterpillar.
I resolved to tell Ha-eun everything that happened today once she sobered up, and removed her jacket.
“Is this enough?”
Now Ha-eun wore only a white t-shirt and a form-fitting black leather skirt.
She usually slept in a tank top that exposed her midriff and dolphin shorts, so this outfit felt restrictive, but she couldn’t strip down any further here.
“More.”
“What?”
“Take off more.”
She’d probably ask me to wash her too at this rate.
“And wash me.”
“This is driving me crazy.”
What was I supposed to do about this?
Sure, lovers could get away with this sort of thing, but…
This wasn’t actually my home—it was the Silver-maned Tribe’s cottage.
And right now, the drinking party outside was in full swing.
There was a real risk that the drunken Silver-maned Tribe members would come barging into the cottage looking for me.
‘Judging by how they were drinking earlier, it’s definitely possible.’
My concern wasn’t unfounded—to the Beastkin, I was a hero who had slain Kalike, the de facto ruler of the Kan Kingdom.
For a race that worshipped warriors, their attention naturally gravitated toward me.
Drunk Beastkin could come flooding in like obsessed fans storming an idol’s home.
If they at least knocked first, it would be different.
But would high-level Awakeners who drank spirits strong enough to intoxicate them like water have the presence of mind for that?
“O-jin~ hurry up!”
Ha-eun pulled my body toward her.
The sharp scent of alcohol stung my nose.
Looking at Ha-eun clinging to me persistently, I made my decision.
“Forget it, whatever.”
Surely they wouldn’t actually kick down the door and burst in?
“So I’m taking it off?”
“Yeah!”
“Here goes nothing.”
“Woohoo~!”
Just as I grabbed the hem of Ha-eun’s shirt and lifted it up, her arms raised high in celebration.
Crash!
The door swung open violently, and a thoroughly intoxicated Leoru stumbled inside.
“Ha ha! There you are, Kwon O-jin! Our tribe’s warriors were just saying they’d love to have a word with you….”
“….”
“Huh?”
Leoru let out a soft cough and quietly closed the door.
“I-I apologize for the intrusion.”
An apology drifted through the firmly shut door.
I pressed my forehead with my hand, as if my head was pounding.
“Sigh. I knew this would happen.”
“O-jin…”
“It’s fine, Elder Sister. You were covering yourself anyway, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“That’s not what I mean….”
“Huh? Then what do you mean?”
“I, I… there’s something I really… need to tell you.”
“…What is it?”
“Something… important.”
Ha-eun suddenly pulled Kwon O-jin into an embrace, her eyes glistening with tears.
A gentle warmth spread across his entire body.
Ha-eun held Kwon O-jin close, her shoulders trembling as she began to sob quietly.
Kwon O-jin’s expression hardened into a rigid mask.
“Elder Sister….”
The first thing that came to Kwon O-jin’s mind was the matter concerning Isabella.
She had casually affirmed his relationship with Isabella without any issue.
After that, she seemed to be getting along quite well with Isabella too.
‘But what if that wasn’t truly the case?’
What if unresolved feelings still lingered in her heart?
What if, emboldened by alcohol, she was about to confess those tangled emotions?
“O-jin… I…”
“It’s okay. Don’t hide it. Tell me.”
Kwon O-jin embraced the trembling Ha-eun, trying to soothe her.
“Just as you understood my heart, I’ll do my best to understand yours too.”
Wasn’t she more precious to him than his own life?
If unresolved feelings still remained in her heart.
He wanted to accept all of it.
“O-jin, I…!”
Ha-eun’s eyes glistened with tears.
Tightening her grip around Kwon O-jin, she whispered in a passionate voice as if confessing her love.
“I’m going to throw up.”
What?
“Blech, ugh!”
Wait, hold on a second!
“No, no no no no no!!!”
Stop!!!
“Bwaaaaaaagh!”
Urgh…

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