Righteous Homecoming (3)
Righteous Homecoming (3)
"Hmm..."
There were indeed many places with the title "Male Preference" attached.
The hourly wage was quite decent too. Even simple service jobs like PC bangs or convenience stores were set at rates much higher than the minimum wage.
'Do they pay more just because I've got a dick hanging?'
To be honest, if you only consider the visual aspect, it's not like there are no substitutes.
In this world, there are plenty of women with the 'boyish' style—short hair, appealing with androgynous charm.
But no matter how much they mimic the outward appearance, the 'real thing' is fundamentally different.
The absolute scarcity that biological males provide. It's not simply a matter of style—just the fact that a 'real man' exists makes demand explode.
For a business, it's like putting a sort of 'genuine authentication' mark on themselves.
"I'll keep this one for now..."
I scrolled further down.
But at the bottom of the list, I noticed some oddly suspicious announcements.
[ S Group VIP Protocol ]
[ L Hotel Personal Care (Neat Appearance Required) ]
These are major conglomerates anyone would recognize.
But the moment I saw the pay column, I doubted my own eyes.
[ Salary: 10,000,000 ~ 300,000,000 won per case (negotiable) ]
"......What the hell?"
I had a momentary brain freeze.
Fuck, are they paying in Zimbabwean dollars? No, the unit is definitely KRW, right?
How many 'zeros' are there? Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... hundred million?
Out of curiosity, I clicked on the detailed guidelines, but the contents were even more absurd.
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⦁ Duties: VIP exclusive escort and psychological care
⦁ Conditions: Must sign a confidentiality agreement
⦁ ※ Detailed job duties will be 'individually notified' only to those who pass the interview.
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This is definitely not simple office assistance. The way the details are hidden, the absurd amount of money...
Somehow, the vibe is suspicious.
"Pass. Why would I mortgage my life just because I'm blinded by money?"
I flicked the scroll without hesitation.
Just then, a banner stuck in the corner of the screen caught my eye.
"Oh? What's this?"
The domain address I found while scrolling down was familiar. go.kr. It's a government-operated site.
I stared at the government website banner, as if spellbound, staring deeper into the abyss.
< Happy Tomorrow, Your New Leap: Recruiting Special Social Contribution Volunteers >
Volunteers? Picking up trash or delivering coal briquettes?
I mindlessly clicked the banner. And the moment I read the details that appeared on the screen, I doubted my own eyes.
"Heh..."
A puff of air leaked from my mouth.
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[ 2020 First Half Year Special Male Financial Relief and Population Revitalization Support Project ]
⦁ Organizer: Population Policy Headquarters / National Financial Development Organization
⦁ Eligibility: Any physically healthy adult male in the Republic of Korea
⦁ Main Duties: Assistance for natural conception through matching with female targets and physical exchange volunteer activities
⦁ Participation Benefits:
① Type A (Debt Adjustment): Immediate termination of individual rehabilitation procedures and maximum 100% forgiveness of principal and interest on debts.
② Type B (Asset Formation): Payment of large activity subsidies (fully tax-exempt / paid differentially per case)
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Roughly interpreted... it's a state-sanctioned male prostitute. What kind of crazy...
In other words, it's a 'special volunteer' in name, but its true nature is a 'government-certified escort.'
I wondered what kind of insane system this was and read through the content thoroughly.
The more I read, the more absurd it got.
This was a monster-like system born from the mating of capitalism and this world's twisted gender ratio.
It's a structure where debtors get their debts reduced, and ordinary people pocket huge sums of cash. Moreover, it wasn't a forced slave contract.
I scrolled down, checked the matching system, and once again clicked my tongue in disbelief.
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[ Matching System Guide (General) ]
Female member: Discloses profile to male and offers 'sponsorship money.'
Male member: Checks the female's profile and amount, then decides to accept or reject.
Match success: Arranges a meeting upon mutual agreement.
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In other words, it means the match only happens when I see the woman's face, age, occupation, and the offered amount, and then shout 'call.'
It's a sort of ultra-high-end matchmaking agency and dating app where both men and women have clear choice rights.
"Wow, fuck. This country is really going places."
No matter how much I'm originally a cash-strapped college student, selling my dignity and hustling my body is a bit much.
My pride's last line still doesn't allow that.
But... human curiosity is really something sneaky.
Even knowing I won't do it, I'm dying to know what this incredible site—where 'the state acts as a pimp'—looks like.
"Let's take a look."
I pressed the 'Browse' button. As soon as the screen turned, dozens of profile photos spread out like tiles.
Most of them were fairly decent-looking women.
The age range was also diverse.
It looked like a matchmaking agency profile, or maybe a dating app...
What caught my attention was the numbers written below the photos.
[ 3,000,000 ] [ 5,500,000 ] [ 12,000,000 ]
"······What is this number?"
Don't tell me... the price? And this unit is also KRW.
According to common sense from my original world, it would be money a man pays to buy a woman, but here, it's not.
These numbers represent 'the amount these women are offering to pay to meet a man.'
In other words, it's the payment I would receive if I matched with this woman.
"Wow, crazy..."
My mouth just dropped open.
The women in the photos all looked perfectly normal. No, there were plenty of professional women who seemed quite capable. Someone in a doctor's gown, a CEO in a suit, even someone with a government employee ID around their neck.
And these people are spending millions or tens of millions of won for one night, or for a few hours of meeting?
The price for simply fucking and spreading some seed is equivalent to an office worker's annual salary.
Considering the gender ratio, it's not that I can't accept it economically, but my brain was rejecting these unreal numbers.
"Is my dick made of gold?"
I felt a newfound weight in my crotch.
"······."
I stared blankly at the screen, then completely forgot my original purpose of 'finding a decent part-time job' and, as if possessed, scrolled down.
That's how web surfing is.
Just like watching cat videos from the other side of the globe while riding the Newtube algorithm, once you fall into a government site, it's an antlion pit you can't escape.
[ Go to Related Policies ]
[ Top 5 Frequently Used Services ]
Flashing banners at the bottom of the screen tempted me.
Among them, one particularly eye-catching, very provocative title caught my attention.
"......What's this now?"
This time, what I looked into was...
[ Special Correctional Program for Male Inmates ]
In simple terms, it's about men who went to prison.
"Let's see how men in prison live."
Click—
As soon as the new window opened, I scrolled down as if being sucked into the screen. And after a moment, I let out a hollow laugh.
Scanning through the contents, it was utterly absurd. These people could sell their bodies inside prison to earn prison wallet money, or more importantly, reduce their 'sentences.'
"Wow... the system is really mind-blowing."
But there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. For criminals, there was a very critical difference compared to ordinary people.
That is, 'the deprivation of partner choice.'
As seen earlier, ordinary men can choose by looking at the woman's profile, but prisoners don't have that right.
The only choice given to them is this:
[ To Do It or Not (YES or NO) ]
Whether to 'participate or not' in the program is their own choice.
But the moment they sign the consent form?
From then on, it becomes strictly the women's 'lottery (application)' domain.
The system was cruelly rational.
Female prisoners? No, female citizens? Actually, the system says women can 'apply' to desired male inmates based on their profile (crime, appearance, physical grade, etc.).
Naturally, handsome and sturdy prisoners have insane competition ratios. Women have to compete almost at the level of concert ticket booking to meet them.
On the other hand, unpopular prisoners get selected without competition, or even fail to get selected and lose their chance for sentence reduction.
Well, in a world where men themselves are rare, the probability of becoming 'unsold dead stock' would be extremely low.
The important thing is that from the prisoner's standpoint, they have no right to refuse 'who won the bid for me.'
It doesn't matter if the partner matched by the state is a wrinkled old woman over seventy or a middle-aged woman whose neck is invisible due to fat folds.
They just have to close their eyes, endure their disgust, and complete the 'service' as the state commands, only then will their sentence be reduced.
"So... instead of folding shopping bags, they fuck their way out, huh."
Serving prison time by paying with their bodies. Every time they 'serve,' and whenever they produce tangible results like pregnancy, the sentence drops bit by bit.
Of course, even in this hellish random game, there was a glimmer of hope, a tiny loophole.
[ ※ However, male inmates classified as 'Grade 1 Model Prisoners' are granted the same 'mutual choice right' as ordinary citizens. ]
This means that only 'model prisoners'—those who didn't cause trouble in prison, listened well to the guards, and lived diligently—get the privilege of choosing their partner.
That's why prisoners have no choice but to behave insanely well inside the prison. Because they want to get out quickly, and also, if possible, spend the night with someone they like.
Using sexual desire and sentence reduction as bait to induce correction. Truly, this world is chillingly efficient and instinct-driven.
Of course, other exceptions were also specified.
For murderers, child sex offenders, or violent criminals with extremely heinous crimes, this 'service-sentence reduction' system was either not applied at all or strictly limited.
Even if men are rare, they don't want to spread the genes of murderers, I suppose. Or maybe that's the last vestige of social ethics.
Thump.
I tossed my phone onto the bedside.
There's nothing more to see.
Letting out a hollow laugh, I muttered toward the ceiling.
"What's this, not the Code of Hammurabi or anything..."
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And in this world's terms...
'As you sin, so shall you breed.'
Something like that?
Faced with the legal system of this world that defies imagination, I could only shake my head in disbelief.