The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 117

The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 117

Yu Hana carefully lifted Jeong Haein and placed his arm over her shoulder.
With one arm supporting his waist and the other gently holding his hand, she slowly moved forward.
The subtle scent of blueberry liqueur, mixed with the faint fragrance of his body, tickled her nose.
Whether it was the alcohol or him, her heartbeat grew faster.
She cautiously peeked into each room. Most of them were empty.
After walking around for a while, she finally opened the bedroom door.
A tidy interior.
…And two pillows placed neatly at the head of the bed.
Yu Hana bent her knees and carefully laid him down on the bed.
She instinctively lifted the back of her hand and wiped his forehead.
“…Haa.”
Her head spun slightly.
She was drunk.
But Yu Hana didn’t bother shaking off the growing intoxication.
Because for her, it was the first time… and she needed courage.
She didn’t know why she was doing this.
Even though it was a face she had seen for # Nоvеlight # the first time, she was drawn to him instinctively.
She kept falling deeper.
His scent prickled her senses, making her dizzy, her vision spinning.
His nape and collarbone peeked out slightly through the gap in his shirt.
If she got just a little closer.
Her fingertips touched his buttons.
One. Two.
As the buttons easily came undone, firm chest muscles were revealed.
She placed her palm on them for a moment.
‘…So warm.’
She thought she might get burned.
Murmuring internally, her fingers slowly traced down his body.
The moment his breath became closer than her own—
—Creak.
A door opened, and a low woman’s voice echoed in the room.
“…Who are you…?”
It was Jeong Haein’s wife.
Yu Hana instantly dispelled all traces of intoxication.
She calmly fastened the undone buttons and fixed her hair.
She composed her expression and quietly turned around.
Standing at the doorway, wrapped in a white nun’s robe and a coat, her face was a mixture of surprise and wariness.
Yu Hana hadn’t planned for her to return.
“Hello?”
Yu Hana greeted her with a light smile.
The wife’s gaze flicked briefly behind her.
There lay Jeong Haein, collapsed on the bed.
His shirt would be undone, with clear traces of Yu Hana’s touch still left on him.
Cheon Yeoul’s gaze wavered slightly.
Yu Hana met that look head-on and nodded naturally.
“I’m the new lord assigned to Madu. Your husband kindly offered me a meal, so… I ended up visiting without notice.”
And with perfect timing, she added a casual line.
“He was sweating a lot and seemed warm, so just for a moment…”
Letting her words trail off, she dropped her gaze downward.
“Ah… yes…!”
Cheon Yeoul reacted quickly, extending both hands.
Her expression was brighter than expected.
“My husband caused you trouble… oh dear…”
She smiled softly, her lips gently lifting.
As if all suspicion had been dispelled with a single line.
But her eyes—her eyes weren’t on Yu Hana. They were on Jeong Haein lying in bed. Quietly, but warmly.
Yu Hana saw it.
From her behavior, she could immediately sense just how much trust the wife had in her husband.
And what kind of bond they shared.
Yu Hana carefully tried to exit the room.
But then—
“Ah, right…”
Cheon Yeoul clapped lightly as if just remembering something.
She pulled something from her pocket and walked over.
“I think this belongs to you, my lady.”
It was a handkerchief embroidered with white lace.
The same one Yu Hana had placed over the picture frame.
Cheon Yeoul held it out with both hands, smiling politely.
Her expression was bright.
But Yu Hana sensed a subtle current beneath her eyes.
Though her pupils smiled brightly, something sharp lingered.
The tension had not been dispelled.
It was as if she was silently asking—
‘Why was your handkerchief here?’
Yu Hana understood that—yet accepted the handkerchief calmly.
Matching the smile, she replied:
“Thank you. Yes, it’s mine…”
And within her words, another meaning lay hidden.
‘You know too, don’t you?’
“So it was… just as I thought.”
Cheon Yeoul smiled back the same way.
But in that short exchange of words and glances, everything had already been said.
***
His head throbbed as if it would split.
Jeong Haein groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
It had truly been a long time since he drank that much.
It had been hard to refuse when the lord kept pouring drinks.
Because of that, he’d lost his self-control and drank too much.
“Ah… my head…”
He couldn’t remember how they parted last night.
But then, he realized the space beside him was empty.
‘She’s not back yet?’
Suddenly overcome with anxiety, Jeong Haein shot up in bed.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Creak.
Someone walked in.
“Ah…”
It was his wife, Cheon Yeoul.
“Thank goodness.”
He exhaled in relief, but Cheon Yeoul’s face held none of her usual warm smile.
From behind her came the subtle savory smell of hangover soup.
But Cheon Yeoul said nothing about breakfast.
She glared at him and approached silently, gently tilting her head.
As if she were about to kiss him on the cheek, like always.
But this time, it was different.
Smack.
It was her lips.
He was momentarily startled, but before he could collect himself, Cheon Yeoul gripped the back of his head tightly.
Their lips locked, and her tongue ruthlessly explored him.
It wasn’t the gentle kiss of a morning greeting.
It was a fierce, relentless mark—as if to engrave her presence onto him.
Even after devouring him to the point of suffocation, she didn’t pull away easily.
When Cheon Yeoul finally let go, a thin strand of saliva clung seductively between their lips and tongues.
“Beh…”
She briefly flicked her tongue and licked the thread away, then smiled quietly—but seductively.
Her cheeks and earlobes were flushed bright red as she caught her breath and stared into his eyes.
Then she whispered softly—
“Tonight… just you wait.”
Cheon Yeoul turned her body and walked toward the door. Just as she opened it, she looked back and added one more thing:
“I wrote down everything we missed yesterday—not a single part left out.”
The door closed gently.
“…What the…”
Jeong Haein’s face flushed red as well.
Her sweet and dangerous scent still lingered in the room.
“……”
Even though it was still morning, his body and heart were already waiting for the night.
“………….”
Yoon Chaeha covered her face with both hands and peeked at the screen through her fingers.
Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were endlessly flushed.
She was clearly aware that all of this was just a game.
Frankly, out of the six people here, she was the only one completely in her right mind.
But her breathing was growing rougher, and her heartbeat was dangerously fast.
“No… this is… this can’t…”
She murmured softly, but her voice trembled so thinly it startled even herself.
Her cheeks were as red as an overripe fruit, and her gaze remained completely fixed.
Her face had turned red like a fully ripe tomato, and her eyes couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before her.
The provocative and dangerous melodrama unfolding right before her eyes was rapidly heading toward its climax.
Yoon Chaeha unconsciously raised one hand to her
Thump, thump.
A strange, unfamiliar sensation spread through her entire body—something she had never experienced before.
“This isn’t right… No.”
Barely pulling herself together, she tightly grasped the dice.
She had to finish the game. Only then could she regain her senses.
Just a few more turns, and it would be over.
However—
The hand holding the dice trembled violently.
“…….”
Thud.
In the end, Yoon Chaeha let her hand fall weakly.
The dice lightly dropped to the floor and rolled away.
“Just a little more…”
She was opening her eyes to a new preference.
Time passed again, and Yu Hana was now firmly established as the lord of the frontier village.
Perhaps the reason she was able to blend in with the village so quickly was because the influential figure of the region, Jeong Haein, actively supported her by her side.
On the surface, not much had changed.
If one had to point out a difference….
It would be that Yu Hana visited Jeong Haein’s house far more frequently than before.
And on the nights she had visited, those nights between him and his wife lasted well into dawn.
That day too was another problem-free day.
The only difference was that a single carriage entered the edge of the village.
Clatter, clatter.
The sound of hooves echoed across the quiet farmland.
“Young Lady! Be careful!”
Even before the carriage door fully opened, a woman with deep navy-blue hair leapt out.
Right behind her, a female knight with neatly tied hair descended, her black cape fluttering.
“I’m fine!”
Without any attempt to hide herself, she strutted through the village with a confident, cheerful smile.
“Uh…?”
It clicked.
Jeong Haein paused.
It was the noble lady who had once bought all his blueberries.
This time, she clearly had no intention of hiding her status. With a dazzling smile, she ran straight toward Jeong Haein.
As if she had been waiting.
“Farmer!”
Her clear and bright voice rang through the middle of the farm.
She approached and, without a shred of hesitation, clasped Jeong Haein’s hand.
“Um…! The blueberries you gave me back then—they were absolutely amazing! The effects were incredible… Even my father tried them and was amazed! So…”
The noblewoman’s fingers clutched Jeong Haein’s hand tightly.
Her skirt fluttered in the breeze, and her face flushed red.
At that moment, the black-haired knight followed after her, gasping for breath.
“Young Lady, please slow down… Huff…”
While catching her breath, the knight—Kang Arin—locked eyes with Jeong Haein.
A brief silence.
In that moment, her pupils quivered slightly.
Her lips parted a little, and her cheeks reddened by reflex.
Then, the noble lady raised her voice again.
“Come to our territory and farm there! Not just blueberries—you can grow anything you want, and we’ll prepare everything for you!”
Jeong Haein was dumbfounded.
It was a shockingly bold proposal.

Chapter 117