Chapter 1: Prologue – As a villian?

He suddenly felt a pleasant fragrance tickling his nose, as the sensual perfume was not the scent he was accustomed to. 

(But whose scent is this, though? it's extremely refreshing!)

As he attempted to open his eyes, he felt something soft and warm around his hand. 

(whatever this is, it felt so good) as he rubbed on whatever that was.

(This feeling could make one forget oneself, forget oneself? Right?, but what have I forgotten?)

A cold breeze tickled his face. He was sensitive to cold when he was younger, so he usually kept the window closed.

(But then who opened it?)

(It’s obvious.)

(I forgot to close the window before I fell asleep.)

He complained and pulled his blanket up to his neck, continuing to massage whatever it was. He hears a woman's moan when he is unconsciously lying next to me.

"Young master"

"huh..., Young. mas..ter"

“… Huh?”

"Woman Voice? What? woman? Bed?"

His consciousness, which had been drifting off and on, was awakened by those phrases and thoughts. 

As he slowly opened his eyes, his sights were foggy, but he repeatedly blinked to gradually open them as he became aware that his left arm was encircling a woman's peak. 

"What?"

He suddenly became fully awake. As if he heard a siren. He swung his head gently.

" Is this a dream?"

(Oh, Lord. I was shocked to find myself in heaven. First, I had trouble understanding the scenario. The second was a really attractive woman who was sleeping on the bed next to me.)

The goddess tight-gripped his arm to her peak. as she murmured something he couldn't understand. 

She was so stunning that even though he had no idea what was happening, his heart began to race.

He would simply lay in bed and stare at her if it weren't for the chill in the air.

However, where is this?

He looked at the nearby female. a well-lit light. an oddly provocative woman.

(Ladies' hotel)

"I was perplexed. What happened?"

"Are I dreaming?"

But that's when.

A logical concept hit him like a flash of lightning all of a sudden. Just before he went to sleep, the recollections rushed across his mind.

(Last night, after I arrived home from work and started reading my favorite book, I went to my room to finish accessing an official document to avoid working late the next day. However, tension and exhaustion caused me to fall asleep right away, On the chair in the room.) he recalled everything.

"Am I dreaming?"

He rubbed his bum. (That hurt.) Even though it wasn't a dream, something about it seems odd.

(Something is extremely odd.)

There's little doubt where he dozed off: on his room chair.

But right now a woman is beside me as he rests in a warm, comfortable bed.

The more he thought about it, the more enigmatic it seemed. He had a blank expression as he looked around and then at the attractive woman (I can't wake a pretty lady viciously). He then whispered into her ears.

‘Excuse me.”

She gradually opened her eyes, and the woman turned to face him. His heart began to tremble once more as her bright, cherry-red lips, dark blue eyes looked at him.

"Young master"

“Who are you?” he asked.

“¶∆√π¢,∆¶

“Ah, I see, you must be ¶∆√π¢,∆¶ huh, how can I understand that, but it wasn't the intention behind my inquiry to you."

“........?”

“Yes…?”

“¶∆√π¢,∆¶…?”

"What is that?" We kept looking at each other until it fell silent. Then I understood. She wasn't an American."

"Are you from Korea? Japanese or?"

"Zfa nbanqj TN"

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"What, I don't understand anymore, we can't even talk to each other,"

He rubbed his irritated head, but he kept his composure, and the next second he jumped up like a fool.

His head began to ache wildly all of a sudden.

"AARGH, this hurts so much!"

Young master "Confounded, the lady shouted, "Young master...ah."

His mind seemed to have no room for the knowledge of any type, but it was being pushed into it nonetheless.

It hurt a lot and was quite unpleasant.

He lost consciousness briefly because the pain was too great.

The excruciating pain eventually felt like a passing memory of the past after a short while.

He could naturally understand how those memories were being organized.

"Are these my memories?", he wondered

(No, Those were someone else's recollections. since I could remember now. After a stressful and tiring day, I had just fallen asleep, but I'm now here.)

He let out a long, regretful sigh. Despite his desire to deny it, (this beautiful woman's groan roused me). He only can accept what has transpired at this point and move on.

(So who is this woman, then?)

Returning to his left, he turned his gaze. All of their memories were combined, but it took them a while to settle down. Recollections of his past and present life 

(She is? Oh sure, she is one of my sex partners, and we frequently spend the evening together. If my memory serves, her name is)

“Sarah?”

“Yes?”

"Don't worry, Sarah. But hey, thanks for the night; it was wonderful".

He got out of bed and went to the bathrobe that was hanging there. 

(I wasn't the one who fucked you, but I suppose I'd like a taste) 

"I will contact you again, tonight"

"Yes, young master "

She left the room without a word

He moved over to the closest mirror. A handsome man who appeared twenty-five years younger than his true age was depicted in the mirror. What the hell, he said while petting his cheek.

'Who's this?'

He pointed at himself and the mirror with his hand. The object inside the mirror accurately tracked his motions. Since "this thing was me," it makes sense that such would be the case.

Uncomfortable but familiar. Someone different was reflected in the mirror, despite his desire to deny it.

"What? white hair" he touched his hair.

"...But all these descriptions fit Daemon.."

"Huh"

 "Daemon from where?"

That was his initial qualm.

"What the hell is with this physique?"

In addition to his slightly larger shoulders, strong chest, and abs,

"I'm also tall"

He glanced down at his lower body and this 

"......."

"Oh, so big, How can someone have such a large dragon," he says as he seizes the rob. 

(no wonder, he got a fucking buddy)

"This is not the time for rubbish", so he disregards that.

As he connected the dots, he said to himself, "Daemon Connor."

'Wait a minute, based on how this attractive person in the mirror seems, It's reasonable to say that I revived my favorite book in [THE REGRESSOR].as a good-for-nothing scumbag.

His eyes widened in dismay, "Wait?" and "I'm the story's villain, good for nothing."

He slammed the mirror on the wall, saying, "Damn it..., this is bad," grinning as blood spurted from his palm.

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