Chapter Text
"Kang Yohan, I will bear your child."
Kim Gaon was in a state of complete head rush and excitement. He stumbles over to the table where Yohan and a young stranger are facing each other and snatches a familiar contract spread out on the table. It is labeled 'Marriage Contract'. Gaon ripped the contract into two pieces and, after checking on the stunned stranger, looked at Yohan with a glare and said. Yohan is also stunned by Gaon's behavior, but when he heard what he said, he grinned and said.
"Well, You are my first choice for wife, Kim Gaon."
Hearing Yohan's words, Gaon knew he had made a choice he could never go back on.
That was the beginning of this contractual marriage.
*
The story goes back some time ago.
(......)
It is 3:00 p.m. on a holiday afternoon at a café in a luxury hotel in Seoul. Kim Gaon silently tilts his coffee cup, glancing at the man sitting across from him, drinking coffee in a suit. The bitterness of the coffee, with no sugar or cream, lets Gaon know that it is neither a dream nor an illusion, but reality.
The man looked much younger than his 40 years. He had a sculpted, chiseled face and thoughtful dark eyes that glowed with a deep radiance. The curvaceous lines of his shoulders and arms in his well-tailored suit showed that he was well-trained even through his clothes. The elegance of the suit was like a picture that had been there from the beginning, perfectly matching the hotel's stately interior.
Gaon, on the other hand, was dressed in a cheap, ill-fitting, off-the-shelf suit and a pair of worn-out sneakers on his feet. He was not accustomed to sitting in the massive, spacious chairs of a luxury hotel and had been feeling out of place ever since he arrived. I wondered how it would look from the other side, to see men in suits of different ages and classes sitting across from each other drinking coffee in a hotel on a holiday. (If it was a relationship between boss and subordinate, uncle and nephew, I would still be relieved, but I wondered if they would think that I was getting paid to go to bed in a room upstairs.)
No, that would not be too far off the mark, for Gaon was about to give himself up to him in exchange for a huge debt.
Gaon remembers what happened 12 years ago. His parents had started out in a Korean restaurant in the city and had grown to run a chain of restaurants throughout Seoul with a reputation for home-style cooking. However, the restaurant's reputation took a turn for the worse after a food poisoning scare, and it quickly became unmanageable. Gaon was only 17 years old and still in high school when his parents committed suicide over their debts.
After the funeral, Kang Yohan's father, Kang Ji-sang, appeared before Yohan, who was left in a daze with a huge debt. A man in a black suit with inextinguishable wrinkles between his eyebrows, carrying numerous grudges behind his back, and giving off the rough air of a yakuza if he makes a wrong move. The man came to the house his parents had left behind to collect a debt, but upon taking one look at Gaon's face and seeing that he was academically gifted, he made an unexpected offer. He offered to cover all of Gaon's debts and even pay for Gaon's college tuition. In exchange, Gaon would go on to law school, take the bar exam, and pursue a career as a lawyer...and in return, he would work for him. That was his condition. Perhaps it was not the hand of salvation, but the devil's hand. But where else could the underage Gaon, left alone, in debt, and unable to even go to college, have a hand to hold?
Kang Ji-sang may have needed a lawyer who would be his limb and do whatever he asked. But before he could receive anything in return, his chronic illness worsened and he died of illness. Twelve years later, after completing his military service, Gaon, who had successfully obtained a job as a junior judge, contacted the man who claimed to represent him in order to fulfill his contract. As it turned out, Kang Yohan was also a judge, and a star judge of the Supreme Court in Seoul. Gaon was summoned to the hotel café at the agent's direction and met Kang Yohan for the first time. With bitter coffee down his throat, he waits fearfully for Kang Yohan to speak, who is looking at a 12-year-old contract with a frown on his brow.
"You promised my father that you would shoulder his debt and in return you would do what he said... right?"
Kang Yohan crosses his legs and looks at Gaon with a pricey look as he places his index finger on his brow.
"Yes, that is correct."
Gaon replied, trying hard not to be intimidated by his dignified and even noble appearance.
"You held the hand of the devil in the depths of hell. Did you not imagine what he would make you do?"
"...It's not that I didn't imagine it. But I had no other choice. It is true that your father helped me with the money. I will repay you for what he gave me."
Gaon squeezed his coffee cup with trembling fingers. He wondered with a bad imagination what this man who had taken over the contract from his father was going to make Gaon do.
"Hmmm, but unfortunately we have enough manpower."
Yohan glances over to the tall, black-clad man standing behind him. The man gives a silent bow.
"I'm leaving this man in charge because he's done it so successfully, and I'm also leaving the property and house management to his longtime staff. If I had to ask, the only thing I would ask of you right now is..."
Kang Yohan paused for a beat as if in hesitation, then said that one shocking word that would change Gaon's life.
"Only that you marry me and have children with me."
*
"...What did you just say?"
Gaon nearly blew out his coffee at the sound of that one word, the word was completely out of the realm of his imagination and beyond the word "impossible". (Perhaps I had misheard him.) When he asked him again, Yohan said again slowly.
"The only thing I can ask you to do now is to marry me and have my child. If you accept, then we'll call it a done deal."
"I'm sorry ......, but I think you must have misunderstood something. I am a man."
He don't think there's any way he could be mistaken when they're facing each other like this, but Gaon tells him just in case.
"Of course I know that. I only accept men."
Yohan said simply.
(I knew it...)
Gaon had felt uncomfortable in Yohan's calm gaze earlier. With those words, the reason became clear.
Kang Yohan explained it this way. He had long given up the idea of having children because he was physically and mentally capable of loving only men. However, a scientific breakthrough has shed a ray of light on his resignation, and he now hopes to have a child of his own and his spouse's blood, who will inherit his vast wealth.
In Seoul in 2025, the gap between rich and poor, which is widening due to maladministration, and the rising cost of education are causing a serious decline in birthrate. As one of the countermeasures, only a year ago, after years of research, a medication treatment was approved that activates female hormones to enable male pregnancy and childbirth. This news was welcomed by gay couples who wanted to have children and by couples who wanted to share the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth. Just a few months ago, the sensational news broke that the first male baby was born as a result of the treatment and that both father and child were healthy. The number of births has been steadily increasing since then. Yohan is hoping to benefit from the treatment and have a child with his male spouse.
"Let's take a look at your physical exam results."
Yohan held up his hand behind the couch, and the man behind him quickly placed the filed documents in his palm; Yohan flipped through them and pointed one of them at Gaon. It was a copy of the results of a medical exam Gaon had been given at work just the other day.
"You went through my personal information?"
Gaon's brow furrows in stunned disbelief.
"It's an investigation required for the contract. It says here that you are in excellent health according to the doctor's findings, and that you have high female hormone levels, making you suitable for pregnancy treatment. Physically, you pass the test."
Gaon frowns even more at Yohan's tone, as if he were about to enlist him in the army.
"Of course, I understand that this is a difficult assignment for you...more so than the debt your parents had to take on. So I'll make sure you get plenty in return. If you accept this contract, I will not only erase your parents' debts, but I will also pay you a new reward."
Kang Yohan looked behind him and the man behind him handed him a new file; as Gaon was stunned and unable to move, Yohan placed a booklet of papers from the file in front of Gaon.
The cover page reads, "Marriage Contract."
Gaon stared at the cover sheet, which read, "Marriage Contract," and opened it at Yohan's urging. The contract also detailed the rights to the child and the penalty in the event of divorce. The rewards were far more than Gaon's parents owed, so Gaon felt as if he was being forced to watch a drama, which didn't seem very realistic to him.
"Of course we will provide the best educational environment for the child, with nannies and tutors. You can return to work whenever you want and then I will have your back. In exchange for a few years of career interruption, you get the promised path to glory. Don't you think that's a better deal than doing it as a judge without any backing?"
Yohan said as if to drive home the point further. Gaon was getting angrier and angrier at the rich man's no-nonsense attitude in front of him. This man is trying to buy his body and his time for an exorbitant amount of money. He wants his to share a bed with a man hedoesn't like and even have a child with him in order to have the child hehas always wanted. This is like a one-sided slave contract, not a marriage.
"...It's like human trafficking. Do you think that poor people will listen to anything the rich people say?"
Gaon, feeling blood rush to his head and cackle from indignation, roughly closed the contract and pushed it back across the table to Yohan.
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept these terms. No matter how much I owe your father, I'm not going to sell my life as well."
Gaon, forgetting his position, stared at Yohan across the table with wild eyes as if he were about to pounce.
"I see. Then I have no choice."
Yohan picked up the returned contract and tore it in two.
"You were right, it was a somewhat aggressive offer. If you don't feel comfortable with it, I'm not going to force you to proceed."
Yohan backed down more easily than expected, and Gaon felt a little out of sorts after losing the brunt of his fist.
"However, we need to have the contract fulfilled in another form. You can't refuse this condition."
"...What now?"
Gaon's expression hardened again as he waited for Yohan's words, wondering what kind of crazy demands he would be asked to do next. Compared to his current demands, anything else seemed like common sense. Then, with an elegant gesture, Yohan pulled a small card out of his suit pocket, placed it on the table, and slid it right in front of Gaon's eyes. He looked and saw that it was a key card for a room on the upper floor of this hotel.
"Stay with me tonight for the night. That way you'll be free."
"...What?"
Gaon was again puzzled. "Stay with me..." He suppose that's what he meant. That was no small request. But compared to his earlier reckless request, he seemed to have suddenly backed down.
"Come when you're ready."
Yohan raises his mouth a little and stands up gracefully and quickly. Then, with a man behind him, he walked past Gaon, patted the back of his chair as he passed, and left the place with ease.
*
Gaon stood motionless in front of the cold coffee and the key card left by Yohan, pondering. Of course, Gaon knew what would happen if he went to his room. But after bouncing one big request, it was hard to refuse this far smaller one. And Kang Yohan was gone quickly, leaving Gaon no chance to answer.
(I don't lose anything. If I endure humiliation for just one night, I can settle my past and be free tomorrow.)
After staring at a spot on his desk for about 10 minutes, Gaon said to himself, took his keys and wandered off.
He stomped across the expensive carpet in his old sneakers and wandered toward the elevator. The card said 42nd floor. It was probably one of the finest rooms in the hotel, near the top floor. After feeling my body softly float away, the elevator promptly reaches the quiet corridor of the 42nd floor. In front of the massive door, Gaon hesitates, card in hand. There was a key, so he could enter if he wanted to, but it seemed too imposing. After a moment's pondering, Gaon rings the chime and waits for a response inside. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and there stood Kang Yohan in his vest.
*
"Come in."
Yohan smiled as he invited Gaon in, and as he followed him inside, he found ourselves in a spacious living room with a full-length glass wall, from which we could clearly see the buildings of Seoul at dusk. A large sofa and table were placed comfortably in front of it, and the whole place was decorated in a classic European style. Yohan in his vest standing there looked so harmonious and picturesque that it made me realize that he and Gaon are from different worlds. Even though they were standing on the same carpet, the difference between Yohan's polished leather shoes and Gaon's old sneakers made Gaon feel uncomfortable.
Gaon looks around to see if there is a man accompanying him, but it seems that Yohan is the only one there. Yohan watched Gaon from a distance, and then slowly walked up to him, so close that he could catch his breath.
"Well, how do you want to do it?"
Gaon shivered as Yohan's hand reached out and Yohan slipped his fingers under the collar of Gaon's tie and pulled it lightly toward him. It was the first time in his life that a man had touched him like that, with a provocative line.
"...May I take a shower first?"
Gaon felt his heart thumping, and he turned his body away to escape Yohan's hands.
"Sure, no problem, I'll do the same. You can use it first."
Yohan quickly withdrew his hand and leaned back to indicate a door that looked like a bathroom.
After taking a shower in the marble bathroom, Gaon pulled on a white robe and stared at his wet-haired self in the mirror. No amount of tight wrapping could prevent his white bosom from peeking through the gaps in the robe. After taking a shower in a strange room and putting on an unfamiliar robe, he felt like a call boy, like he was no longer himself.
(...That's it. Just think of this as a bad dream. Just let your mind go blank and endure the storm that is passing through your body.)
Gaon tells himself this and opens the door with determination. Before he knows it, the lights in the room are dimmed and the night view of the skyscrapers outside the window shines brightly. Yohan, dressed in a vest and sipping a glass of wine with the view in the background, looked frustratingly handsome. Despite the situation, Gaon forgets himself and is momentarily drawn to Yohan.
"Are you done?"
Yohan sipped at a glass of what appeared to be whiskey and looked at Gaon in his slovenly robe, licking him from head to toe. It was just a glance, but it was as if the robe was being stripped away in his imagination, and Gaon pressed down on his bare chest.
"Well, I'm going to go take a bath. You want a drink too?"
Yohan said, placing Gaon's glass of whiskey on the table and disappearing into the bathroom. He usually only drink cheap soju, and he has never had whiskey. Gaon thought so, picked up the glass and poured it down his throat in one gulp. His throat burns and his head starts to feel flustered, and everything seems trivial. After a while, he hears the sound of water coming from the bathroom behind him, and Gaon listens to the sound absentmindedly, his eyes swimming vacantly at the nightscape beyond the window. The alcohol made it all seem more and more like an unrealistic nightmare.
With the sound of the door opening, Gaon turns around as Yohan's figure appears in the glass; Yohan has long, wet bangs carelessly pulled down over his eyes and is wearing the same white robe as Gaon.
(...He looks very different with his hair down.)
Gaon could not take his eyes off of Yohan's unexpected appearance. The thick, moderately tanned chest plate was peeking out from the open chest of his robe, and Gaon's eyes were drawn to it. He must have worked out quite a bit, as he had imagined when he was in his suit.
"Nice view, isn't it?"
Yohan steps up next to Gaon, shoulder to shoulder, and begins to admire the night view.
"...Do you come here often?"
It was the first small talk Gaon had with Yohan today.
"Sometimes. I'm an investor, so I come here to see how things are going."
The word "investment" made Gaon realize once again the difference between his position and Yohan's. Gaon has even invested in a hotel. He even has a stake in the hotel and is prepared to pay Gaon a large sum of money to offer his a contractual marriage. This man must have a fortune that would take him a lifetime to spend.
*
As he was thinking about this while gazing at the night view, Yohan was standing behind Gaon before I knew it. The next thing he knew, Yohan was hugging him from behind, and Gaon shivered. Through the thin robe, Yohan's hot, freshly showered chests covered Gaon's back. Gaon also feels something warm and hard against the crack of his ass, which makes his stiffen. This is the first time he has ever been treated as the object of a man's desire. But Gaon had no right to refuse his hugs or his penis. He had come here to offer his body as payment for a debt.
When Gaon was tense and unable to move, Yohan asked in his ear, "Is this your first time doing this?" Yohan asked in his ear. Was it to sleep with someone in exchange for money? Or was it being loved by a man? Either way, the answer was the same, so Gaon answered in a husky voice, "Yes."
"You're nervous. Relax."
Yohan whispered, kissing the nape of Gaon's neck. Gaon closes his eyes tightly as he feels Yohan's hot breath on his skin. His head is dizzy from the intoxication, and Yohan's lips crawl over the soft skin, still a little moist, and with a practiced hand he slides his hand over the shoulder of the robe and slides it off. The robe caught at the waistband and covered Gaon's lower half. When the back is revealed, Yohan stares at one point and is silent. He has found a tattoo on his left shoulder, Gaon quickly realizes. It was a remnant of his time in a biker gang shortly after the death of his parents.
"...Unexpected."
Yohan's voice was a little clouded. Gaon was getting angry at Yohan, who had taken the liberty of making him an object of desire and was disappointed without permission.
"So shall we stop?"
Gaon turned around provocatively with a gruff voice, and Yohan, whose eyes met his, grinned amusedly.
"No way, let's continue. I'm rather intrigued, aren't you?"
Yohan buries his face in Gaon's soft skin again and begins to run his lips over the tattoo, and even his tongue.
"Oh ......!"
At that moment, there was a numbing electric shock, and Gaon bit down on his lip as his voice leaked out in a panic. No matter what he did, he knew not to let out a winning cry that would agitate Yohan, and Yohan, perhaps sensing a response, let out a huff of pleasure and crawled his tongue up his back. At the same time, he stroked the curves of Gaon's waist as if to arouse his sensuality.
Gaon puts his hands on the glass with the night view and lets out a deep exhale instead of a voice. Incredibly, little by little Gaon found Yohan's tongue comforting and felt his body relax.
(It's a lie... ...... I can't believe it feels good to have a man do this to me. How is that possible...)
Gaon desperately tried to escape from the sensuality that was awakening in her. But Yohan's caresses penetrate his skin faster than that, slowly taking away his rationality. After licking Gaon's back, Yohan puts his hands around the front of his waist and undoes his robe.
"Ah..."
The robe slipped from his arms and was tossed onto the floor, leaving Gaon in just his underwear in front of the glass nightscape. Yohan put his hand on his boxer shorts, and Gaon hurriedly held his hand down and complained in a hushed voice, "We can be seen from outside." Yohan does not seem to be bothered at all. Yohan slowly removed Gaon's hand and forcibly pulling down his underwear from behind, causing Gaon to turn his head in shame. He struggles to hold herself together as heis stripped naked by a rich man in front of the night view overlooking Seoul.
"Close your eyes and I'll make you feel good."
Yohan whispers and slides his hand over Gaon's exposed bare skin. After slowly running his palm along the line of Gaon's waist and rubbing his firm buttocks, his hand slides forward.
"Mmm..."
As soon as Yohan's hand touched that part, Gaon couldn't hold back and screamed.
(No lie...)
While Yohan was touching his body, Gaon felt a sweet, poisonous numbness where he was touched. The numbness eventually became hot blood and gathered in Gaon's sensitive areas.
(A lie...this is a lie. The other guy is a man...)
Yohan's hands seemed accustomed to caressing the same sex and precisely incited Gaon's response. The thick, bony man's hand worked Gaon's with a soft touch that belied its ruggedness. His cock became thicker and harder in the man's hands, and it began to look up at the ceiling. Gaon's breathing becomes a little heavier, and he tries his best to suppress the obscenities that seem to escape in between, but Yohan is amused to watch Gaon, letting out a low laugh as he moves his hand.
"You are very sensitive for a first time. You seem to have the makings of a man to be loved by a man."
It was all Gaon could do to keep his voice down as the humiliating words were whispered behind his back. His head was so foggy with drunkenness and pleasure that he almost forgot that he was exposing himself to the full length of the glass.
"Ahhh..."
Yohan moved his hand and pressed his hard, thick, his cock against the center of the exposed white ass. Yohan's desire seemed to be even more intense than what I had just felt through my clothes.
"No... ...... not like this..."
Gaon was pushed gently and rubbed up and down, and the bush of pubic hair and soft scrotum made his scream again at the sheer rawness of it. It should have been humiliating to have such a thing pressed against his by a man, but for some reason Gaon was aroused by the rawness of it.
"I guess you better get used to it a little."
Yohan says, and once he does, he heads toward the bed and returns with something in his hand. When he turned around, it appeared to be lube and a condom. Gaon's wave of pleasure recedes in an instant as he realizes what is about to happen. But of course he has no right to refuse; Yohan sensually strokes the line of Gaon's hips and twists his lube-soaked fingers into Gaon's secret opening. Gaon bites his lip to resist the sound of the man's finger as it paces back and forth inside him, making a cuzzling sound, and Yohan takes his time to relax there, reapplying the lotion several times while asking Gaon how he's doing.
"If you put too much pressure on it, it will hurt. Take a deep breath."
The hard tip of the sword was pressed against him through the condom, and Gaon reflexively stiffened his buttocks. Yohan gripped Gaon's waist, stroked it faintly with his thumb, and tried to force his way inside.
"No...oh...oh......... oh..."
Yohan's lotion-slick cock slowly but surely slid into Gaon.
(I'm being fucked by a man...)
Gaon could hardly breathe as he felt himself being pushed open, and he couldn't believe it. When all of his body was deeply contained, Gaon's ass was touched by Yohan's warm flesh.
"...It's so tight. It's so tight."
Yohan said and began to rhythmically move his hips.
"Oh, ......no......."
Gaon, clinging to the glass in front of him, realizes that every time Yohan slams his cock into him, his body shakes and his voice naturally leaks out.
"You don't have to hold back. Let your voice out."
Yohan whispered devilishly, and Gaon couldn't take it anymore, moaning in time with Yohan's movements, "Oh, oh, oh."
"You have a nice voice."
Yohan, with a smile on his mouth, relentlessly pushes himself back and forth inside Gaon, their ragged breaths, panting, and the obscene sounds of flesh colliding pan, pan echoing in the quiet room.
"...I'm gonna cum."
Yohan whispers with a hot breath and hugs Gaon's back tightly, their juncture snuggling tightly together. Yohan shuddered inside Gaon, and Yohan let out a deep breath. Gaon was relieved about that, not knowing better from the feeling through the condom. Finally freed from Yohan, he sighs deeply. It was all he could do to endure, and Gaon's lower body had long since calmed down.
"...Your body was great, just like I thought it would be."
Yohan said, pulling out his end and kissing Gaon passionately all over his back. It was like something he would say to a call boy, and Gaon clenched his fists on the glass. Still, anyway, Yohan should have fulfilled his desire now. Please let him go away satisfied...Gaon hopes. Gaon turns around, afraid to look at Yohan, who is now rubbing Gaon's lower body in the dim light.
"I'll make you feel good, too."
Yohan said, and suddenly knelt at Gaon's feet, who was standing against the glass.
"Oh, no...."
Gaon writhes as Yohan's warm mouth takes the softened cock. Incredibly, as Yohan's hot tongue licked Gaon's rod, the part gradually regained its firmness.
(I never thought I could get an erection from a man doing this to me...)
Despite the humiliation, Gaon's it becomes more and more bloodshot, and before he knows it, he is holding Yohan's head and shaking his hips lewdly.
"Ah.....ah..."
Trying to hold back, but unable to control his voice, Gaon feels himself rising in response to Yohan's tongue, and he hurriedly appeals to Yohan.
"Please, let me go... it's dirty..."
"I just came inside you a while ago too. It's mutual."
Yohan says this as if it's nothing, and then happily flicks his tongue around again. Yohan, however, had already cum inside the condom. If Yohan did not let go, Gaon would be unleashing his lust into his mouth.
"Oh ...... no...... oh, oh...!"
But Gaon was unable to resist Yohan's relentless caresses. The unstoppable pleasure of the pleasure assaulted Gaon, and he spewed his love juice into Yohan's mouth.
*
After the end, Yohan took Gaon to the big bed to support him, as his back was wobbling. The intense intoxication of the unaccustomed liquor and the sudden lust that had been imprinted undeniably on Yohan seemed to make his body no longer belong to him. Trying to think of something, but unable to form any thoughts, Gaon watched in amazement as Yohan wiped Gaon off and put him on a robe.
"...Elijah, what's wrong? ...I had an urgent meeting. I'm going home now."
He suddenly realize that Yohan's phone rings and he is on the phone at his bedside. A woman's voice is leaking from the phone.
（It can't be his wife, and he says he doesn't have a child. ...... Who is she?)
Gaon finally pulls his disjointed mind and body back together and thinks absentmindedly.
"I'm about to leave. Room service will be here, and you can stay."
Yohan hung up the phone, looked back at Gaon and smiled. Gaon was surprised. Yohan open his wallet and place some bills under Gaon's pillow.
"...What are you imitating? This was supposed to be payback for the debt. I don't need more money than that."
Gaon, treated like a call boy, furrows his brow as best he can.
"It's cab fare. It hurts the first time, so you shouldn't walk."
Yohan said in a gentle voice.
"...Is that all?"
Gaon asked as he watched Yohan get up from the bed and begin to change into his suit. (What did I mean? Did I mean that this was the end of my debt payments, or that this was the end of my relationship with Yohan? Even I did not know what I was asking.) He just wanted to stop Yohan immediately.
"...It's over, you're free now. I promised you that."
Yohan smiled gently without stopping and quickly put on his jacket. Even that simple gesture is hatefully beautiful and picturesque.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything when we meet at the courthouse. You and I are just seniors and juniors."
Yohan raised the corners of his mouth in a teasing tone and left the room with ease, leaving Gaon on the bed.
That was his first encounter with Kang Yohan.