Ever Seen a Pussy Before?
Ministry of Population and Family Affairs, Birth Control Bureau.
Citizen No. 007001272, Kwon Taeo.
As of today, having reached the age of twenty, Kwon Taeo has been registered in the Birth Control Bureau's fertility support program pursuant to the Special Population Management Act.
All fertile adults aged twenty are subject to marriage assignment via the Birth Control Bureau's automated matching system.
The marriage begins on the first of next month and lasts for one month.
Your assigned partner is Jeong Su-jeong (013372994), a 24-year-old D-grade woman. She has no record of pregnancy or childbirth.
Brief information on your marriage assignee may be viewed in the Fertility Information System after identity verification.
That was the first text I got on my twentieth birthday.
Not an ad. Not a birthday message from a friend.
"Marriage partner assignment complete."
So this is really how it starts?
Just like they taught us in fertility class at school, I logged into the Fertility Information System.
My first wife.
Twenty-four years old. D-grade. Jeong Su-jeong.
I was looking forward to this.
The moment the screen loaded, a first-time user nickname registration window popped up.
What should I put?
I thought about it for a second, then typed.
NationalSperm
I was going to hit S-grade for sure. Perfect nickname.
The Fertility Information System finished loading. I pulled up my marriage assignee's profile.
The nickname showed first.
CrazyBitch
What the hell?
Her nickname was CrazyBitch?
Anyway... the photo. I had to see the photo first.
Holy shit.
What was with that face? She looked like an actual crazy bitch.
Eyes that looked ready to chew through the camera lens. A photo of her in a sagging T-shirt with one shoulder bare.
But...
This wasn't just pretty.
An unedited ID photo. No smile. Bad lighting.
And even then, a face like that was a jackpot. Absolute steal.
What was her score, though?
I checked the average rating from her previous husbands.
4.7 / 10
What kind of score was that...
How does a face like hers end up with a number like that?
I scrolled down and found the review comments from her previous husbands.
Crazy bitch.
An actual psycho?
One week later. May 1st.
Marriage start day, at last.
A second text came in.
Fucking half-assed.
No house tour, no contract, no paperwork, no stamp. Just toss you an address and call it done.
I packed my things. One suitcase, one backpack.
A little depressing that twenty years of life fit into that, but what are you gonna do?
I got on the bus. Plenty of other people with suitcases. A national migration.
Every first of the month, new marriages start, and people whose grades have changed get reassigned housing — just like me.
A guy who looked about forty boarded the bus. A Marigold Badge pinned to his chest.
"Ahem."
He cleared his throat, and the man sitting right in front of him stood up immediately.
"Sorry. Didn't see you."
Courtesy? No. Power.
Even if a fight broke out, state authority only counted marigold petals.
That Marigold Badge. It meant he'd gotten one woman pregnant. The more pregnancies, the more marigolds on the badge.
Me? I was just jealous...
I got off the bus.
Old villas crammed together, paint peeling off the walls in patches, dog shit scattered along the street. D-grade neighborhoods were all like this.
A ridiculously run-down villa with the name Honeymoon Ville. Fourth floor.
I pressed my fingerprint to the reader.
Beep—
Standard D-grade assigned housing. Walk through the front door and you're in a living room slash kitchen. Bathroom and bedroom. That was it.
Whatever. Didn't matter. I was only living here for a month anyway.
Knock her up in one shot, pin on a Marigold Badge, hit C-grade, and get a better place reassigned.
I opened the fridge. Bottled water, eggs, bread, basic ingredients. The cabinets had towels and toiletries. All cheap stuff, but everything you needed was there. State-issued household goods.
The second hand on the wall clock ticked. 6:51 p.m.
Fuck, I was nervous.
Those comments kept replaying in my head.
First thing out of her mouth when we met was "fuck."
She said she'd rip my dick off.
It wouldn't actually get ripped off. It wouldn't... right?
6:58 p.m.
I got up from the couch and stood by the front door. She was four years older than me, but establishing dominance came first. Talk down to her from the jump. If I folded, my dick was getting ripped off and I'd spend the whole month as her bitch.
I crossed my arms, then uncrossed them. Stuck my hands in my pockets, then pulled them out.
Expected arrival: 7:00 p.m.
Any second now the door would open and my wife would walk in.
The line I'd prepared for establishing dominance:
Hey. Shouldn't the wife show up first and wait?
That should do it.
Beep—
The sound of the fingerprint door lock. My heart was hammering.
And then the front door opened.
I froze solid.
Black short-sleeve shirt and slacks. Long wavy hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her face — small. Not the usual kind of small face. A long neck, a line falling from her jaw to her collarbone that was just one continuous curve.
Her eyes — large and dark. No makeup, but her lashes were so long her gaze hit with absolute clarity.
Her mouth — wet. Slightly parted, holding a breath, like she'd just swallowed something.
Her body — insane. Long legs, hips that flared, a narrow waist, and full, heavy breasts. Nothing about it was trying to seduce or put on a show. It was just a body that had been born that way. The real thing.
"Hey. Shouldn't the wi—"
Before my prepared dominance line could even finish, a low, flat voice cut straight through it.
"Fuck... here we go again."
Jeong Su-jeong tossed the words out like garbage and shut the door.
...Huh?
My words just died.
Did she just... say fuck?
Starting with fuck?
"Hey. I'm Kwon Taeo. Turned twenty last week... and since I'm the husband, I'm talking casual. I'm... uh, it's my first time, so..."
The "talking casual" part was fine. Why the hell did the "first time" part come out of my mouth...
But she didn't even turn her head. She just brushed right past me, like my entire existence was background scenery. She went straight to the bathroom door, and —
Bang.
It slammed shut.
Damn it.
Those eyes... she was the type that dismantled your mental state.
I stood in front of the couch, blank. First marriage. First wife. First meeting. And it was already a horror movie.
Was this... normal?
I could hear the shower running.
Maybe twenty minutes passed. The door opened and Jeong Su-jeong came out.
Except...
Wet hair. Nothing on but a single towel. And under the edge of that towel, black pubic hair kept flashing into view.
My brain stopped.
My eyeballs were no longer under my control. Following every flutter of that towel, my body and face and pupils all tracked as a set.
I needed one line to reclaim a husband's authority.
"You're not putting clothes on?"
Jeong Su-jeong looked at me. Said nothing. That look was asking: Why?
Our eyes met.
"Ever seen a pussy before?"
One line that tore straight through me, and every thought in my head just vanished.
"Seen it a hundred times...?"
I'd never seen one. A pussy. Not once.
Jeong Su-jeong sat on the couch. Spread her legs right there and took a sip of water. Nestled in that black pubic hair, a flushed pink pussy locked onto my eyes.
"Ever cum in a pussy?"
"...No."
"So you don't even know how to use one, then?"
"I've practiced..."
"Jerking off?"
"Yeah."
My voice played back like an answering machine.
Jeong Su-jeong set the water glass down.
Clack.
The sound was weirdly loud. The living room air — a mess of horniness and terror and awkwardness — was genuinely fucking awful. I felt like I couldn't breathe, so I turned on the TV.
The Minister of Population and Family Affairs appeared on screen.
"The Republic of Korea was once a global superpower. But the Unification War claimed countless male lives, and after the Corina virus, the infertile population exceeded forty percent. The birth rate: 0.39—"
I'd been hearing the same speech on loop since high school.
"Every citizen is evaluated solely by childbirth. Childbirth is a duty. Love is a luxury."
I looked at Jeong Su-jeong.
"Love is a luxury?"
"..."
No reaction.
Who the hell am I even talking to right now?
As the evening deepened, the lights inside the house slowly dimmed. Everything in a state-assigned marriage home was automatic. Sensors, algorithms, a romance simulator designed by the government. The softer lighting only made things more awkward.
Click—
I changed the channel.
Adult live channel. RomanceTV.
A real-time room list stretched on forever. I'd never watched the broadcast before, but we'd learned about it in fertility class. The Special Live Channel Act for sexual stimulation and pregnancy encouragement.
"We're being broadcast right now too, right?"
I was genuinely curious.
"Did you sleep through class?"
The camera above the TV automatically panned toward the voice. That camera. There was one in the bedroom too.
Every room title followed the same pattern: HusbandNickname (HusbandSubs) × WifeNickname (WifeSubs).
BigDick97 (166) × CottonCandyHaeun (1,084)
I just clicked the first room.
A young couple who looked like they were in their twenties, fully naked, grinding against each other. A woman's voice spilled out of the TV.
"Baby, ahhngh..."
The woman on screen flashed a fake smile and threw a finger heart at the camera. Next to her, the guy was sweating buckets, working his hips.
Comments were rolling in.
This was nationwide real porn. A whole new world. A whole new world...
Having Jeong Su-jeong right next to me somehow made it even hotter. The woman's moans kept pouring out of the TV.
Holy shit. This was insane...
"You actually into that?"
Her look said I was pathetic.
"Yeah."
I carefully sat down next to her. Jeong Su-jeong's towel slipped. Her pale breasts were fully exposed, but her expression said she couldn't care less about something like that.
Obscenely large. Obscenely full breasts.
Our eyes met. I felt like I had to say something.
"You a C-cup?"
"The fuck are you talking about, you idiot."
Jeong Su-jeong poured water into a glass. Glug-glug—
"What would a kid who's only ever jerked off know about it."
"That's... fair, but..."
Silence again.
"D."
"Huh?"
"D-cup, you dumbass."
"Ah..."
How was I supposed to know? It's not like I'd ever stripped people down and compared C's and D's.
"Fuck... tits are D so my whole life's D-grade too... this shit sucks."
Can I touch them just once?
I wanted to say it, but my mouth wouldn't open.
"Nothing to feel bad about."
"About what."
Su-jeong looked at me.
"My thing's an S-cup, and I'm still D-grade."
"Your dick?"
"Yeah."
"Show me."
Had I oversold the S-cup? I didn't think she'd tell me to whip it out on the spot...
I put my hand on my belt. My fingers were shaking. Su-jeong's eyes were locked on my cock.
I undid the belt and pulled down my zipper.