Not A Regressor-Chapter 356: Three Part Vacation (2)

“Split me up?” Kwon Oh-Jin asked, trembling in fear.

He turned to Isabella, smiling brightly despite his pale expression. For some reason, her gaze looked no different from usual, but he felt like he could see ominous gleaming fangs.

“Since the vacation is three days long, we’ll just split it up so each of us gets a day with you alone,” Song Ha-Eun said.

“Ah.”

Right. Of course, that’s what she meant if you think about it logically.

Song Ha-Eun dryly laughed and shook her head. “What, did you think we were going to cut your arms and legs off to divide you?”

Kwon Oh-Jin also chuckled along with her and glanced back at Isabella. He was about to apologize for the silly misunderstanding.

“Oh my?”

Wait, why was this young lady making a face as if to say, “That’s actually a great idea?”

“Hmm. If we were to split up your arms and legs, which part should I take?”

Please, don’t seriously think about it.

“Ahem! So, I’ll just spend one day with each of you?” he asked.

“Well, yeah... but it’s making me pissed now that I think about it.” Song Ha-Eun scowled fiercely and pinched his side. “What, are you some Casanova switching women every day for fun?”

“Ow, ow, ow!”

Song Ha-Eun suddenly felt irritated as just some girl in his playing field.

“Then, how shall we decide the order?” Vega asked.

“Hmm... Why don’t we draw lots to be fair?” Song Ha-Eun suggested.

The order didn’t really matter since they would each be spending the same amount of time with Kwon Oh-Jin anyway.

“That sounds good!” Vega replied.

“Then, I’ll prepare the slips,” Isabella said.

Before Kwon Oh-Jin could even voice his opinion, the three women had already huddled together to decide.

Didn’t they say this vacation was for me to rest?

Watching his lovers eagerly draw lots with sparkling eyes, he couldn’t see any trace of relaxation in sight.

Kwon Oh-Jin wryly laughed and shook his head.

Well, I guess this is karma.

After all, he hadn’t been satisfied with just Song Ha-Eun and had other women. Making sure they all felt happy was his responsibility.

“Okay! This is the order!” Song Ha-Eun announced.

“Alright.”

“Yes, I’m fine with it too, unnie.”

It seemed they had finished drawing lots.

Kwon Oh-Jin walked up to the three women. “So, what’s the plan?”

“You’ll spend the first day with Bella, the second day with Vega, and the last day with me.”

He looked at them. “Any places you each want to go to?”

Isabella faintly smiled and shook her head gently. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“I’ll let you know later as well,” Vega said.

“Yeah?”

Why were they being so secretive about where they wanted to go? He cocked his head for a moment, but soon let it go.

Wherever’s fine.

He simply wanted to give them each a day they could enjoy.

“Since it’s late today, we’ll start tomorrow morning!” Song Ha-Eun said.

“Okay.”

After a pleasant dinner, Kwon Oh-Jin dragged his tired body to bed.

***

The next morning, Kwon Oh-Jin woke up to the sensation of something brushing against his cheek.

“Mmm.”

“You’re awake, Mr. Oh-Jin?”

The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Isabella, perched on the side of the bed and gazing down at his sleeping face. As the fog of sleep lifted, the events of yesterday came back to him. He would spend the first day of vacation with Isabella.

“Yeah. What time is it?”

“It’s seven in the morning.”

“Huh? Already?”

For him, who normally woke around four for his daily dawn training, this was a very late start.

“I turned off all your alarms so you could sleep in today.”

“I see...”

Still, seven?

He didn’t plan on training during vacation, but it still felt like he had wasted too much time.

“It’s probably because you’ve been carrying a lot of fatigue.”

“True. I still feel tired even with that much sleep.”

“Would you like to sleep a bit longer?”

“No, I’m fine.” Kwon Oh-Jin stretched and turned his head toward Isabella.

Only then did her outfit catch his eye. She wore a cozy beige apron. For some reason, it still felt far from modest even though she wore clothes underneath.

“Mr. Oh-Jin?”

He became speechless. Her attire looked so reminiscent of a new bride’s that he almost wondered if they had somehow gotten married without his knowledge.

Kwon Oh-Jin swallowed dryly.

Gulp.

Despite her being fully dressed, something about the atmosphere alone stirred an impure desire deep in his chest.

“Honey?”

“Kugh–!”

As expected of the sharp-eyed Isabella, she effortlessly pierced through the lust clouding his mind.

She laughed, covering her mouth with her graceful fingers. “So, this is what you like?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Hehe. I like it too, honey.” Isabella smiled and leaned in against him.

Even through her baggy sweater and apron, he could a the heavy weight pressing softly against him.

“L-Let’s get up now.”

From another person’s perspective, this cringy scene would make their fingers and toes curl in embarrassment. However, actually experiencing it made Kwon Oh-Jin’s heart pound in a way he couldn’t explain.

“Ah, wait a moment.” Isabella licked her lips sensually and pressed herself against him as if to climb on top of him.

The heat in her gaze made it easy to guess what she wanted.

“J-Just a little sip, please.”

Gulp.

Smacking her lips, Isabella’s tongue traced along the side of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine from the slippery sensation of her tongue.

I’ll never get used to this.

The dizzying pleasure that came every time she bit into him never dulled even though she had already done this hundreds of times.

Her sharp fangs sank into his neck as her lips worked against his skin.

“Mmm.” She trembled in ecstasy as if she had just inhaled a drug. “Haaa... Truly, your blood is the best, Mr. Oh-Jin.”

After drinking about five mouthfuls, Isabella pulled away and covered her flushed cheeks with her hands. It wasn’t even enough blood to fill a cup, but that small amount filled her with pure bliss that felt like a trip to heaven.

“Is it really that good?”

She nodded without hesitation, dabbing away the saliva and blood at his neck with a soft handkerchief. “Hehe. Compared to your blood, even the finest cuisine is nothing but garbage.”

The punctures from her fangs closed the moment her lips left his skin.

“And it’s not just the taste... Look here, Mr. Oh-Jin.”

Without warning, Isabella began stripping off her clothes.

“W-Wait!”

His eyes widened in shock as two massive peaks filled his vision, their tips adorned with blooming lotuses. Even if they had already slept together, wasn’t this a bit too bold?

“Here, here.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts as she cupped his cheeks and pointed to her Stigma carved over her left breast.

The moment he saw it, his expression froze. “This is...?”

Ten strokes were carved next to the Stigma of Leech. Beside them was a half-carved, tentative eleventh stroke.

“D-Don’t tell me you’ve reached eleven stars?”

Eleven stars was a realm so high that not even five Awakeners in the world had reached it.

Isabella shook her head gently. “I haven’t reached eleven stars yet.”

“Then...?”

“But if I keep drinking your blood... I think I can reach it soon.”

Seeing the Stigma already half-carved, Kwon Oh-Jin also felt that Isabella would soon reach eleven stars. To think she could reach eleven stars just by drinking his blood.

He couldn’t help but dryly laugh. “Ha. Shouldn’t you drink a little more each time?”

The amount she drank every time was just shy of a small paper cup. On top of that, she didn’t even drink it every day, but only once every three or four days. It wouldn’t be much of a burden for him if they increased the frequency or the amount. He lost more blood in personal training sessions than Isabella ever took in a day.

“T-That’s...” Isabella trailed off and averted her gaze as her ears flushed red. She murmured in embarrassment, “I could, but... that’ll be a little difficult.”

“I’m fine with it.”

“N-No, it’s not you, Mr. Oh-Jin... It’s me.”

What could be so difficult about simply drinking more blood?

“When I drink your blood, my thirst for it disappears... but another kind of urge gets stronger.”

“Another urge? Ah...”

Seeing Isabella twist and turn while blushing, he easily figured out what kind of urge she meant.

In other words, she can drink more, but I’d have to satisfy her sexual urges too?

Considering the pleasure he felt whenever she bit into him, he could understand why it would stir up her desire as well.

“Still, if it means you could reach eleven stars sooner, I think we could increase the amount of blood you drink.” 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

They were already lovers, and it wasn’t like they were inexperienced either. If simply making love could grant such immense power, wouldn’t it be more strange not to do it?

Isabella’s eyes sparkled as she stepped closer. “R-Really? You’re okay with it?”

Kwon Oh-Jin cocked his head, wondering if this was really something to get so excited about. He nodded. “Uh, yeah.”

“Then, please wait just a moment.”

She briefly stepped out and came back wearing comfortable pajamas instead of her sweater and apron.

He cocked his head again. Was changing really necessary?

“I changed into clothes that I don’t care about being torn apart.”

“Torn apart?”

Why would her clothes rip?

“Alright, let’s begin.” She pressed her face against his neck again.

He felt the sharp thrill as she drank his blood.

“Haaa...” She let out a heated breath after taking around three times more blood than usual. “Mr. Oh-Jin...”

Her sapphire eyes began to shift, darkening until they burned a deep, blood-red. With a quick flick of her tongue over the blood on her lips, she snapped her fingers.

A chain of blood formed in midair and coiled tightly around Kwon Oh-Jin.

Clank!

“W-Wait, why are you tying me up—”

“I’m not tying you up.”

“Huh?”

No matter how he looked at it, the chains were binding him. As he stared at her in confusion, the chains loosened and spread out, almost gently wrapping around his entire body. They weren’t to restrain him, but rather to protect him like armor made entirely of chains.

Isabella looked down at him with crimson eyes. The corner of her lips curled up. “If I’m not careful... you might break.”

“Sorry? Break?”

Break what, exactly?

“Please... endure it well, Mr. Oh-Jin.” With that blood-scented smile, Isabella pressed herself against him.

“Ghk! W-Wait! Wait, stop for just a sec!”

It didn’t take him long to understand exactly what she meant by, “You might break.”