Not A Regressor - Chapter 356

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 356
Three Days of Leave (2)
“D-Divide… the days?”
A trembling voice quavering with sticky dread.
Kwon O-jin turned to look at Isabella, whose pale, sickly expression contrasted sharply with her faint smile.
Why was that?
In her otherwise ordinary gaze, he could swear he saw the glint of fangs shimmering with an eerie luminescence.
“Since we have three days of leave, I thought we’d each take one day.”
“Oh.”
Right.
Logically speaking, that’s obviously what she meant.
“Wait, you didn’t think I meant we’d divide up by cutting off limbs, did you?”
Ha-eun let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head vigorously.
Kwon O-jin followed suit with a quiet chuckle and turned toward Isabella.
He was about to apologize for the misunderstanding when—
“…Pardon?”
Why did this woman have the expression of someone who’d just heard a brilliant idea?
“Hmm. If we were to divide the arms and legs, which would be better to take…?”
Please, don’t seriously contemplate this.
“Ahem! So we’re each spending one day separately during the leave?”
“I suppose so… but now that I think about it that way, I’m suddenly irritated?”
Ha-eun’s expression darkened fiercely as she pinched Kwon O-jin’s side.
“What, are you some kind of Casanova, cycling through women every day?”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow.”
Feeling like a single fish swimming in a fishpond named Kwon O-jin, heat inexplicably rose through me.
[So what’s the order going to be?]
“Hmm… How about we draw lots fairly here?”
Since they’d all be spending one day each enjoying leave with Kwon O-jin anyway, the order didn’t really matter much.
[That sounds wonderful!]
“Then I’ll prepare the lots.”
Before Kwon O-jin’s opinion could even be reflected, the three women huddled their heads together and began determining the order.
‘…Wasn’t this supposed to be rest for me?’
Watching his lovers draw lots with gleaming eyes, it looked nothing like ‘rest’ no matter how I looked at it.
Kwon O-jin let out a hollow laugh as he observed them, then shook his head slowly.
‘Well, I suppose this is all my karma.’
After all, it was he who couldn’t be satisfied with just Ha-eun and reached out to other women.
It was his duty to ensure they were all satisfied.
“Okie-dokie! So we’re going with this arrangement?”
[Understood, I shall comply.]
“Yes, I’m happy with it too.”
It seems the lottery draw has finished.
Kwon O-jin approached the three women.
“So how does this work?”
“The first day with Bella, the second day with Vega, and the last day with me.”
“Does anyone have a place they’d like to go?”
Kwon O-jin asked, sweeping his gaze across all three women.
Isabella offered a faint smile and gently shook her head.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
[I shall reveal my choice later as well.]
“Is that so?”
Why were they being so secretive about where they wanted to go?
Kwon O-jin tilted his head briefly before letting the thought go.
‘It doesn’t matter where.’
My only role was to give them a satisfying day.
“Then since it’s late today, we’ll start tomorrow morning!”
“Sure.”
After that pleasant evening meal, Kwon O-jin retired early, his weary body demanding rest.

* * *
The next morning.
“Mmm.”
I opened my eyes at the sensation of something tickling my cheek.
“Are you awake?”
The first thing I saw upon opening my eyes was Isabella’s face, perched on the edge of the bed, gazing down at my sleeping form.
As consciousness gradually returned through the fog of sleep, yesterday’s events came flooding back one by one.
The first day of my vacation was to be spent with Isabella.
“Yeah. What time is it?”
“It’s 7 in the morning.”
“Huh? Already?”
For someone like me who normally woke around 4 in the morning and never missed dawn training, this was quite a late start.
“I turned off all the alarms so you could sleep well today.”
“Ugh. Really?”
Even so, 7 o’clock was late.
Though I hadn’t planned to train during my vacation anyway, I felt oddly cheated somehow.
“You’ve accumulated quite a bit of fatigue.”
“True. Even after all that sleep, my body still feels heavy.”
“Would you like to sleep a bit more?”
“No, I’m fine.”
I stretched and turned my head toward Isabella.
Only then did I notice what she was wearing.
Isabella in a cozy beige apron.
While there was no outrageous exposure—such as wearing only underwear beneath the apron or nothing at all—her attire still carried an undeniable charm.
“Kwon O-jin?”
“….”
Her appearance, like that of a newlywed bride, made me wonder if I’d somehow married her without realizing it.
Gulp.
A dry swallow traveled down my throat.
Despite the complete absence of explicit exposure, something about the atmosphere alone stirred impure desires from deep within my chest.
“…Darling?”
“Cough.”
True to her sharp instincts, Isabella easily saw through my mind, which was overflowing with lustful thoughts.
She covered her mouth elegantly with her hand and burst into delighted laughter.
“So you do like this sort of thing?”
“No, that’s not it….”
“Hehe. I like it too, darling.”
Isabella smiled brightly and leaned her body against me.
The substantial weight that even the oversized sweater and apron couldn’t conceal pressed gently against me.
“W-We should get up soon.”
From an outside perspective, this situation would be cringingly embarrassing, yet experiencing it myself, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing so intensely.
“Ah, just a moment.”
Isabella extended her tongue and licked her lips seductively, pressing her body even closer against mine.
Seeing the heat in her eyes, it wasn’t difficult to understand what Isabella desired.
“J-Just a little sip.”
Gulp.
Isabella licked my neck with her tongue, savoring the taste.
The slick sensation of her tongue sent a tingling thrill racing down my spine.
‘I still can’t get used to this.’
The dizzying pleasure I felt each time she drank my blood hadn’t become familiar, despite the number of times approaching three digits.
“Mmm.”
Isabella buried her sharp fangs into my neck, her lips working eagerly.
Her expression was as blissful as someone inhaling an illegal drug, and her body trembled with ecstasy.
“Ahh. Really… your blood is the best, Kwon O-jin.”
After drinking about five mouthfuls, Isabella withdrew and covered her flushed cheeks with her hand.
It was only a small amount—not even filling a paper cup—yet it brought a supreme pleasure and euphoria as if I’d visited heaven itself.
“Is it really that delicious?”
“Hehe. Even the finest cuisine in the world is nothing but garbage compared to your blood, Kwon O-jin.”
Without hesitation, Isabella nodded and picked up a fluffy handkerchief to wipe away the saliva and blood on my neck.
The wound pierced by her sharp fangs closed immediately the moment she withdrew.
“And taste aside… look at this, Kwon O-jin.”
Isabella suddenly began removing her clothes.
“Wait, hold on!”
Confronted by the magnificent twin peaks filling my vision and the lotus blossom blooming at their summit, I couldn’t help but cry out in astonishment.
Even if we had already become intimate, wasn’t this pushing the boundaries of boldness a bit too far?
“Here, look here.”
Isabella grasped my cheek as I stared intently at the lotus blossom blooming atop those peaks, directing my attention to the stigma inscribed on her left breast.
The moment I saw her stigma, my expression hardened into stone.
“This is…?”
Beside the leech-like stigma were ten strokes inscribed.
And.
My eyes caught sight of an eleventh stroke, half-inscribed beside them.
“D-Don’t tell me you’ve reached the 11th Star?”
The 11th Star was a realm that fewer than five awakeners in existence had ever ascended to.
Isabella shook her head gently and continued.
“I haven’t reached the 11th Star yet.”
“Then….”
“But if I continue drinking your blood like this… I think I’ll be able to reach it before long.”
Seeing the stigma already half-inscribed, it seemed her words were true—the day Isabella reached the 11th Star wasn’t far off.
“Heh.”
So simply by drinking my blood, she could reach the 11th Star.
A hollow laugh escaped between my lips.
“Then wouldn’t it be better to increase the amount of blood you drink each time?”
The amount she drank in one sitting was just under a paper cup’s worth.
And even that, she didn’t do every day—only once every three or four days.
Whether we increased the frequency or the amount per session, it wouldn’t be much of a burden for me to provide.
The blood I lost during personal training in a single day far exceeded what Isabella took through her vampirism.
“T-That is….”
Isabella trailed off, quietly turning her head away.
Her cheeks flushed crimson to the tips of her ears, she opened her mouth in a voice so small it seemed to creep out.
“It’s possible, but… that would be rather… difficult.”
“I’m fine with it.”
“N-No, it’s not about you… It’s about me.”
If she just drank blood, that should be all there was to it—so what could possibly be difficult?
“When I drink your blood, the vampiric urge disappears, but… in its place, another urge grows stronger.”
“Another urge? …Ah.”
Watching Isabella’s flushed face and the way her body writhed, I had little difficulty understanding what kind of “urge” she meant.
‘So she could drink more blood, but to do that, I’d also need to satisfy her sexual desires?’
Certainly, thinking of the pleasure she felt when drinking my blood, I could understand how sexual desire would be stimulated.
“Still, if it means you can reach the 11th Star faster, it might be worth increasing your blood intake.”
We weren’t strangers to each other, and neither of us lacked experience.
If we could gain immense power simply through physical intimacy, wouldn’t it be strange not to do so?
“Really? Are you sure that’s okay?”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer.
I tilted my head, wondering if this really warranted such an enthusiastic reaction, before nodding.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Then please wait just a moment.”
She stepped outside briefly, then returned in comfortable pajamas after removing her apron and sweater.
I was tilting my head, wondering why she’d bothered changing clothes at all, when—
“I brought clothes that don’t matter if they get torn.”
“…Torn?”
…Why?
“Then I’ll begin.”
Isabella buried her face in my neck again, drawing blood.
I felt the exhilarating sensation of blood draining away alongside a tingling pleasure.
“Haa.”
A breathless sigh escaped between Isabella’s lips as she consumed three times her usual amount of blood.
“…Kwon O-jin.”
Isabella’s sapphire-blue eyes gradually began to turn crimson.
Eyes stained a vivid scarlet.
Isabella licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and flicked her hand lightly.
Whoooosh!
A crimson chain materialized in the air, coiling tightly around my body.
“Wait, why are you suddenly binding me…?”
“I’m not binding you.”
“Huh?”
No matter how I looked at it, she was definitely restraining my body with chains.
When I gave her a look questioning what she meant, the iron chains enveloping my body began to unfold gently, spreading to cover me entirely.
Chains that served to protect rather than constrain.
It was as if I’d donned armor woven from chains themselves.
Isabella gazed down at me with blood-crimson eyes, a smile playing at her lips.
“Because you might… get damaged otherwise.”
“…Pardon?”
Damaged?
What could possibly get damaged?
“Please endure this… Kwon O-jin.”
With a smile reeking of thick blood, Isabella pressed herself against me.
And then.
“Gah! W-Wait! Stop for a moment!”
It didn’t take long for me to understand what she meant by “might get damaged.”

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