The Slave Contract
"Take off your underwear too."
"U-underwear too?!"
"Or don't, if you prefer."
"Ah... n-no! I'll take them off, but... hah..."
Mom fumbled in a panic, unhooking her bra first and setting it on the table.
Her pale, conical breasts spilled free. The weight of them pulled them slightly downward, her nipples standing stiff and pointed straight ahead.
"Your nipples are hard, Mom."
"..."
Swallowing her shame, she stripped off her panties as well.
"Do you keep it trimmed down there?"
Her sex was cleaner than I'd expected—almost bare.
"...N-no..."
I said nothing more, simply looking her body up and down while I finished the rest of my ramen.
"How does it feel?"
"...Humiliating."
She covered her chest and between her legs with her hands, face burning red.
"You're going to be doing this a lot from now on."
"Nh... please... please, Junwoo..."
"I'm paying off every last bit of your debt and even finding you a place to live. You can't manage that much?"
"In front of my own son... how am I supposed to..."
"Hey. Han Mijeong. Do you still think you're my mother?"
I'd forbidden her from speaking casually to me. And she had written out a pledge—in her own handwriting. With the house about to be seized and the family on the verge of becoming true dirt-poor beggars, she hadn't had any choice but to write it.
Han Mijeong hereby swears to become the sex slave of her son, Kim Junwoo, for a period of five years.
Han Mijeong hereby swears to do anything Kim Junwoo orders without question.
(The space below left blank.)
"Hmm... a little too simple, maybe. We can always add more terms later by mutual agreement."
Mom's body trembled faintly as she copied it out. Writing this absurd contract herself while completely naked sent some unnameable shiver through her.
"Then... what should I do now...?"
"Call me Master."
"...What?"
"You still haven't gotten it through your head."
"Ah... n-no...!"
"Sign it."
"Y-yes... Master."
She signed. I took a photo of it and tucked the original deep into a drawer in my room.
"Put your clothes back on."
"Y-yeah... ah—I mean, yes!"
Mom scrambled to pull on everything she'd stripped off.
"Finish moving in here by next week and we'll talk then... I should give you a token of good faith, too."
I went to my room and came back with two ten-million-won checks.
"Hahk..."
Mom accepted the money with a gasp of awe.
"Junwoo..."
"What?"
"Ah—! Master..."
"Oh, and those daughters of yours are pretty cute, too..."
I'd brought up her daughters, but to my surprise she didn't react all that strongly.
"The girls..."
"Yeah. I'll clear every last scrap of debt on the condition that all three of you become my sex slaves."
"But they're still just kids..."
"They're both adults. What's the problem?"
"...You're right..."
"Heh. Is it because they're from a different father? No sense of responsibility as a mother or anything?"
"My only child was always Master... It's already too late, but..."
"Trying to move me now? Forget it."
"It's true. I was too ashamed to face you, but my only blood is you, Junwoo... I don't even have the right to say that anymore."
She said it with genuine seriousness.
"Just get the move done first. Or is it more of a relocation? Explain everything to the girls. Leave out the sex slave part."
"Yes, Master."
She couldn't run even if she wanted to. The daughters were being hunted by the loan sharks as well, holed up in PC bangs and cafés just to stay away from the house as much as possible.
For now I decided to drop Mom off at the nearest bus terminal.
She kept glancing around my car the whole way, marveling at it.
"Impressed?"
"Yes..."
"My father worked himself to death and left every last bit of that money to me."
"He really did nothing but work until the end..."
"Honestly, I barely remember what he even looked like. I basically raised myself."
Mom turned to look at me when I said that. Feeling like I'd said too much, I avoided her eyes.
We rode the rest of the way in silence. She got out at the terminal.
"Then I'll send the luggage by courier and bring the girls back with me."
"Yeah. I sent the address to your phone, so check it."
"Yes..."
She kept using formal speech even outside. She would have boarded a bus straight for Gangwon Province.
First I called the loan shark number Mom had given me.
Riiing.
"Yes, this is Sangmyung Capital~"
"I'm calling about paying off a debt."
"Ah, yes~ yes~ And who might this be?"
"Han Mijeong."
"Han... Mi... ah, Kwak Sangwoo's wife. The one stuck holdin' the bag for all that debt. Ahahaha~"
Kwak Sangwoo. That cheating bastard.
"How do you want it—cash? Wire transfer?"
"Aww, we ain't illegal, y'know~ Wire transfer's fine."
"No. Bring the original contracts over here. I'll throw in ten million for travel expenses. Let's meet at the café in front of Seoul [XX]-ro."
"Aigo~ So the customer's not from Gangwon after all~ Well, I ain't from Gangwon neither, really~"
Whether he was putting it on or not, the loan shark just kept rolling out that mangled regional dialect.
"Anyway, I'll shoot over right now, then~ See you by four this afternoon~"
"Fine."
Click. Beep—beep—
I was uneasy. What if he destroyed the contracts and came after us again? For the time being I hired two bodyguards for the day. Then I dug through the internet looking for posts about private loans.
That settled my nerves. I put on the suit I'd bought for meeting Mom and went to the bank to raise my transfer limit.
"All done, sir."
"Thank you."
Limit raised, I arrived at the meeting place early.
I'd been waiting maybe thirty minutes playing games on my phone when a sleazy-looking middle-aged man showed up with another guy stuck to his side.
"Over here."
"Yes~ Well now~ Ain't you a fine-lookin' gentleman~"
That same jumbled dialect. Definitely the man from the phone.
"Aigo~ Came by motorcycle, so it was quick at least~ Whew!"
"So. Let's see the original contracts and the outstanding amount."
"Original contracts right here! See that nice colorful thumbprint? And this here's the proof the whole debt pile got dumped on the wife... is 'dumped' the right word? Anyway, these two papers!"
The contracts looked like genuine originals.
"Ah! And the loan amount is~ let's see... nine hundred million plus..."
The loan shark tapped at the calculator on his phone. The burly man beside him just stood there silently.
"Ah! One billion eighty million won~"
"Then with the travel money included, I'll wire one billion ninety million right now."
"Y-yes~ Sangmyung Capital, Kim Chiljung, account number 000000000000."
"Sent. So no more chasing people around after this, correct?"
"Of course not, boss~"
The thuggish-looking man managed to be both sleazy and polite. Once the entire debt was paid, he bowed a full ninety degrees and started to leave.
"Actually—"
"Yes~ Boss, need something else?"
"Do you also handle hiring people for jobs?"
"Ah, that ain't my specialty. But since we're in Seoul, let's see~ Try callin' this number~"
He held out a business card. Dangjin Capital.
"This right? It says capital."
"Ah, just slapped the name on and set the rates. Guy's a buddy of mine—handles all kinds of people work. Actors, laborers, muscle, whatever. You call, tell him what you need, and he sends the right people for the right job."
"Hmm... alright. Thanks."
"Then if you ever need money, give me a call, boss~"
"Ah, sorry—one more thing, if you don't mind."
"Of course~ Already got extra cash outta this."
"Go to this house and threaten them once. Tell them if they don't pay, you'll hunt them to the ends of the earth and kill them."
"Ehh? You just paid off the debt and now you want a threat... eh?"
"I'm asking you."
I didn't bother elaborating.
"Well~ if it's the boss askin', I'll put my absolute best into finishing this off right!"
He answered and vanished coolly, leaving the original contracts behind.
Click. Click.
I photographed the originals, then tore them up and dunked the pieces in my coffee.
I dismissed the two bodyguards and went home. A missed call was waiting for me.
"Yeah, Mom, what is it?"
"I... um... M-Ma..."
"Ah. Outside, just talk like you always did—like a son. What's with the Master?"
"Th... Junwoo, when should we... move..."
"Tomorrow. Right away. Is there even anything to move?"
"No... we'll just come... as it is... sniff... sniff... the furniture and everything else already got seized, so it looks like we'll only be bringing ourselves..."
Mom was speaking quietly, her voice thick with tears.
"Use the cash I gave you and bring the others. Anything else you can still grab—courier is fine, right?"
"Yeah, yeah... thank you so much... I'll call again tomorrow... hic..."
Click—
I decided to leave the bank debt alone. Freezing her cards would keep her from doing anything stupid.
On paper I was no longer her son, so none of that mess would splash onto me.
My plan was to have Mom explain just how serious the debt situation was in front of the daughters, then guide them reasonably into becoming sex slaves themselves.
Those two girls were pretty cute, too... heh heh.
Without meaning to, I was starting to feel the authority that money had bought me.
Early the next morning the courier arrived.
Five tightly wrapped boxes. Fairly large ones. Five delivery guys had shown up, and the funnier part was they wanted a hundred thousand won each—five hundred thousand total.
"Cash on delivery?"
"Yes, sir. They said they didn't have cash and their accounts weren't working, so they made it COD."
"Hah... fuck."
It wasn't much money, but it pissed me off first thing in the morning.
Feeling somewhat wronged, I decided to open the boxes.
"Let's see..."
Three boxes held clothes and shoes. One was cosmetics, face masks, and other miscellaneous junk. The last one had gold earrings, necklaces, and other valuables.
"Cute."
But there was no underwear.
Are they bringing that themselves?
That annoyed me too. Then again... I was a man. Sending women's personal things over might have felt awkward.
Right then the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong, ding-ding~
"Hello? Oh, Junwoo! I'm sorry, I meant to tell you ahead of time... Mom didn't have time to cash the checks, so I sent everything COD. Once I change the money I'll pay you back, I'm sorry... We're leaving now, so we should get there before noon. Kyaaah!!! H-how did you find us here—"
"Huh?"
Click—
After everything I'd put her through, the fact that she was thanking me instead sent a strange thrill through me. That scream at the end was probably the loan shark's finishing touch.
Riiing—
"J... J... Junwoo... those people... those people... found us at the terminal..."
"Oh yeah? The loan sharks?"
"Y... y-yeah... sniff... said they'd hunt us to the ends of the earth and kill us... hhhk..."
"Just get over here."
I answered as if it had nothing whatsoever to do with me.
"Th... okay... we're coming..."
She was probably feeling the purest terror of her life right now.
I looked down at the slave pledge Mom had written in her own hand and smiled.