The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 118

Jeong Haein was momentarily at a loss for words.

It was nothing like what he’d expected her to say.

“What do you think?”

The noble girl in front of him asked innocently.

There was a natural confidence to her tone, as if the thought of being rejected had never crossed her mind.

Though he had no intention of accepting her offer, he didn’t want to bluntly crush her enthusiasm either.

At that moment, Kang Arin’s gaze stabbed into him from the side.

Her face was expressionless, but the slight flush at the tips of her ears betrayed her feelings.

Jeong Haein stayed silent for a moment, then scratched his head with an awkward smile.

“It’s an honor, really… but I’m not planning on leaving this village just yet.”

A brief look of confusion flashed across Ha Sion’s face, but she quickly covered it with a smile.

“That’s okay! You might change your mind someday!”

If the atmosphere were left like this, it felt like things would spiral into something strange.

Jeong Haein smoothly changed the subject.

“Well, since you’ve come all this way… would you like to have a meal?”

The noble lady’s eyes sparkled.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

At that, the noble lady turned her head to look at her knight.

Kang Arin hesitated for a moment, then quietly nodded.

Far off in the distance, smoke was rising from the chimney of the farmhouse.

Jeong Haein and the group slowly made their way toward it.

At the very least, Jeong Haein had no intention of accepting the noble’s proposal.

But at that same moment, inside the farmhouse—

A cup of tea had already been prepared in the living room.

And it wasn’t for the noble and her knight.

There was already a guest who had arrived earlier.

Yu Hana lifted a teacup slowly, gazing out at the farm through the window.

A faint smile played on her lips.

Cheon Yeoul, who had been wiping the picture frame clean, asked her,

“What’s the reason you come by every day?”

To Cheon Yeoul’s casually naive question, Yu Hana gave a short laugh.

“You already know, don’t you?”

The air between them was filled with subtle tension and quiet ease.

Outside of the game, it might be different—but in this world, the Cheon Yeoul here wasn’t the type to recklessly throw out a guest who came all the way to her home.

Besides, the visitor was the lord who was actively working to develop the village.

There was a chance it could affect her husband, so she couldn’t treat her carelessly.

“Maybe it’s just a show of minimal courtesy… something like that?”

The reason why Lord Yu Hana kept coming to visit.

It was for a kind of permission.

In this world, where polygamy was normalized—

It was completely natural for multiple women to gather around an attractive man, just like the sun rising in the east.

Even if a wife shared her husband with others, there were no legal restrictions.

To put it bluntly, even if someone seduced a man without permission, had sex, got pregnant, and then showed up—there was nothing Cheon Yeoul could do about it.

In fact, it was rare for someone to visit like this and observe formal etiquette.

If anything, it could be considered a display of conscience.

But before Cheon Yeoul could say anything back—

“Pardon the intrusion~”

The door swung wide open, and a youthful voice filled the house.

Cheon Yeoul and Yu Hana turned around at the same time.

Ha Sion glanced around the room for a moment, then looked back and forth between the two women.

With a soft smile on her lips, she entered as if walking into a ballroom.

“Hello? Could I ask—between the two of you… who is Jeong Haein’s wife?”

She asked sweetly.

She had heard on the way over.

That he had a wife.

To be honest, it didn’t matter to her.

The one who was actually taken aback was Kang Arin.

‘They’re both pretty, huh?’

Ha Sion thought inwardly.

Whether one of them was the wife, or both were—it didn’t matter.

Ha Sion, the Rose of the Social Circle.

As the daughter of a duke, she was born with cunning and desire. Whatever she set her mind to, she achieved. Whatever she wanted, she took.

The blueberries were no different.

Using her signature confidence and eloquence, she had persuaded even her father, the duke, without difficulty.

She was confident.

Regardless of how many wives were in the house, or how many women showed interest in him—

She firmly believed she would be the one to win in the end.

She had fallen for this man named Jeong Haein. She didn’t know why—but she had to have him.

“…….”

And so, the uncomfortable meal began.

The table was full of food.

But the atmosphere was anything but warm.

Everyone concealed their thoughts, and a subtle tension hung in the air.

Ha Sion picked up her fork first.

Gracefully taking food, she glanced between Cheon Yeoul and Yu Hana.

She had already figured it out—Cheon Yeoul was the wife, and Yu Hana was the lord.

With a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she casually opened her mouth.

“This place is truly lovely. Even if you don’t come directly to our estate… the family is considering setting up a headquarters here to monitor exceptional crops like the blueberries.”

Ha Sion continued smoothly.

“Of course, various adjustments and local arrangements need to be made… so I was wondering if I might borrow two rooms here for a while? Just until then. Of course, I’ll compensate you… generously.”

Jeong Haein unconsciously lifted his cup, then set it down, glancing at his wife.

Cheon Yeoul nodded first.

Lifting her own cup slightly, she smiled gently.

“Our house is always open. But… there’s one thing I’d like to ask, if I may.”

Ha Sion tilted her head curiously.

Cheon Yeoul’s face turned a little red, and she added softly, almost whispering:

“After nine in the evening… it’s best not to come out into the hallway. We’re still newlyweds, and… some embarrassing noises…”

A hush fell, and a strange current rippled across the table.

It was an overt declaration.

“Ah… right, of course. I’ll be careful.”

Ha Sion paused for a moment, then coolly nodded.

‘…It’s suffocating.’

And in the middle of it all, Jeong Haein was gripping his fork, awkward sweat beading on his forehead.

Lately, ever since Lord Yu Hana arrived, it felt like the number of women in his life was increasing.

Of course, it wasn’t anything he’d intended.

As the meal wrapped up, the first to rise from her seat was Yu Hana.

She set her glass down, approached Jeong Haein, and naturally leaned in.

Smack.

Her warm lips gently touched Jeong Haein’s cheek.

“See you tomorrow.”

She said it was a common farewell in her hometown.

Whether that was true or not, there was no way to verify—so he let it slide.

Ha Sion and Kang Arin also stood and tidied up their things.

The noble lady sparkled her eyes and waved toward Jeong Haein.

“See you tonight, Farmer!”

There were still many things to coordinate, and she had to speak further with the lord.

Luckily, Lord Yu Hana had been at the house, so things progressed quickly.

Soon after, the guests all left the house following Yu Hana.

Once the sound of the front door closing faded into the distance, the house finally grew quiet.

“Whew…”

Jeong Haein let out a long sigh.

In just a few days, the number of people in the house had increased. Guests every day—he hadn’t had a moment of rest.

“I’m sorry I keep putting you through this. You must be busy, and there are always more peop—mph.”

Before he could finish, Cheon Yeoul pressed her lips hard against his.

At first, it was brief—then immediately deepened.

“Heh… mm.”

Their lips parted, then met again.

Her tongue lightly swept across his lips, leaving a trace.

Her hands grabbed the back of his neck and wrapped around his waist.

Now she was sitting right on his thigh, crossing her legs.

As if entwining her entire body with his—there wasn’t even an inch of space between them.

“Haa…”

Cheon Yeoul’s breath grew heavier.

Her cheeks were flushed, and with moist lips, she bit down on his once more.

Jeong Haein was pulled into the heat before he could even resist.

For several minutes, it was nothing but kissing.

The living ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ room filled with only their rising breaths.

Cheon Yeoul gasped for air, then suddenly widened her eyes.

“Come with me…”

She panted, grabbing his wrist forcefully.

Drag.

Jeong Haein was pulled straight into the bedroom.

Click.

The sound of the door locking echoed quietly.

Immediately after—

Uhng.

A low voice escaped, as if something heavy had slammed into him.

Haa… I love you….

A whisper, laced between breaths.

Just as Cheon Yeoul had warned, even if it wasn’t exactly nine o’clock—

From that point on, only the sounds spilling through the door filled the hallway.

Zzzzt.

Someone was watching the scene unfold.

Yoon Chaeha had already forgotten to roll the dice.

“…….”

She simply stared at the closed door where Cheon Yeoul and Jeong Haein had gone in after kissing so intensely.

Of course, nothing was actually happening inside.

—Uhng.

—Haa… I love you….

Only the voices could be heard.

Her heart pounded faster and faster, and a sensation like electricity ran down to her fingertips and toes.

The sounds echoing in her ears grew thicker, clearer, wrapping around her.

As if she were right there in the middle of that scene—her body warmed, her breath grew shallow.

Embarrassment mixed with a strange sense of inferiority left her feeling deeply unsettled.

“…….”

On the desk sat a single die, unmoved.

Wanting to escape from this uncomfortable heat, Yoon Chaeha moved her hand without thinking.

Something indescribable—like thirst—rushed up all at once.

But the moment she moved her hand—

Thud.

“…?”

Something caught against Yoon Chaeha’s fingers.

It wasn’t the destination she had intended.

The die sitting on the desk had rolled off with a dull bounce.

[12!]

[You have ultimately touched the abyss of the Great Being.]

[Bad Ending Condition Met: The Great Cthulhu has awakened from its slumber.]

[Cthulhu begins infinitely replicating the Demon King, burning all living beings to ash.]

[All languages collapse, and all existence is consumed in writhing darkness.]

[This game will end in 3 minutes—along with all meaning.]

“…Huh?”

The boundary between reality and the game collapsed in an instant.

The room was dark, and the goddess’s final narration was spoken softly.

Yoon Chaeha bit her lip without realizing, her blurred vision fixed on the final ending.

“I… I also…”

Defeat and emptiness.

And a feeling she couldn’t confess to anyone.

That emotion quietly remained in her heart.