Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Contract Sealed with a Kiss
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Bang!
The desk shoved roughly.
My back slammed into the blackboard.
At the same time, a puff of white chalk dust billowed up behind me.
"Ngh?!"
The world spun before my eyes, and then my lips were sealed.
A soft, hot mass forced its way between my teeth.
A tongue invaded without giving me a chance to breathe. It tasted metallic and fishy.
I couldn't tell if my lip had split or if it was her lipstick.
Students chattered in the hallway beyond, but she didn't stop.
She just gripped my collar tighter to keep me from escaping.
Thirty seconds felt like three minutes.
She finally pulled away, gasping for breath.
A string of saliva stretched between us.
"Haa... ha..."
I wiped my mouth roughly with the back of my hand and yelled.
"Hey, you crazy bitch! Have you lost your mind? That's sexual assault!"
Han Sea brushed her disheveled hair back and grinned shamelessly.
Her pale skin flushed pink with excitement on both cheeks.
Cat-like eyes slanted arrogantly upward, with a single mole beneath them.
Her straight nose led down to a lower lip swollen from the intensity just moments ago.
But to me, she was just a predator with madness in her eyes.
The lipstick smeared on her lips looked like traces left after a meal.
"You bastard. Acting all coy when you clearly loved it. I saw your legs go weak."
"Bullshit. I'm reporting you. Right now."
I pulled my phone from my pocket and punched in 112.
I hovered my thumb over the call button and deliberately held the screen up for her to see.
But Sea didn't even blink.
Instead, she snatched my wrist and shoved her own phone screen in my face.
"Go ahead and report me. But you'll never see this again."
"...What's that?"
The photo on Sea's phone screen.
A black box with a gold-embossed logo and three shimmering cooling fans.
"RTX 6090 Ti Founders Edition. Limited to 100 units worldwide."
My hand froze in midair.
"I sat in front of my monitor for two straight days, hitting refresh non-stop, scared I'd miss a cancellation. But scalpers with their macros snatched them all up before I could even look."
"How the hell did you..."
"My dad's company has an affiliate that's the official distributor. I stole serial number 001, reserved for the chairman. It's from the line hand-picked for the highest golden silicon yield..."
Sea shook her phone and whispered lazily.
"It's sitting in my car trunk right now, still in the shipping box. Not just any model—the Founders Edition. Hit that report button, and I'll go home and smash it with a hammer. I'll send you the video live."
"..."
"You can have it... or you can report me to the cops, but it'll be useless anyway."
My vision blurred for a second.
Reason screamed in my head to run from this demon.
But my body had already surrendered to capitalism.
And for good reason—even a standard RTX 6090 Ti was nearly impossible to snag, even at a markup.
This was a worldwide limited run of 100. Money couldn't buy it.
"...What's the catch?"
"Knew you'd catch on quick. Simple. Be my boyfriend at school."
Sea tightened her grip on my collar again, like she was demanding confirmation, closing the distance.
She was so close I could feel her breath, and her cool, unique scent invaded deep into my lungs.
"Why do you keep grabbing my collar?!"
"Remember that fiancé I mentioned a while back? The chaebol third-gen my family picked out."
"Yeah, the guy you were cursing out drunk last time?"
"That's the one. He's got OCD."
"Won't even glance at a girl unless she's squeaky clean."
Her eyes gleamed.
"So I need to show him how slutty I can be."
"...Is that why you pulled that stunt earlier? What if someone saw?"
"I've got a tail on me. Or maybe drones—who knows?"
"Gonna keep doing it whenever. Until he backs off."
It made zero sense logically.
But if it was a chaebol family drama? Yeah, that tracked.
And that wasn't all.
"And get back into gaming. Play with me again."
"...What? You mean Battle Ark?"
Battle Ark was the FPS we'd grinded together for ages.
"It's no fun without you. Teaming with randos sucks—our timing's all off. Drives me insane."
"Hey, it's been forever since I quit. I've probably forgotten how to even hold a mouse."
"Whatever. Just do it, or you're dead."
She was dead certain.
I wouldn't turn down that 6090 Ti staring me in the face.
Her arrogant confidence was so ridiculous I let out a hollow laugh.
"...Hah, you really know how to wear a guy out."
"You in or what?"
Battle Ark at full options on a 6090 Ti.
The latest major patch had everyone saying even supercomputers struggled.
'Fuck, who could say no to this.'
I let out a deep sigh and pocketed my phone.
"...Deal."
"Good. Payment up front, then."
"The graphics card? When do I get it?"
"Not that. Advance payment."
Sea tilted her chin up.
"That kiss we just had? Do it again. Your turn to start."
"What?"
"They're watching from the window right now. Hurry up."
I clenched my pocket with trembling hands.
This was business. Sacred labor for the graphics card.
Self-hypnosis engaged, I stepped toward her.
"...Tongue in?"
Sea snickered.
"You're seriously asking that, idiot?"
"Yoon Dojin."
The professor called roll.
"Here."
My response was flat, but my head was still spinning.
The whirlwind kiss in the empty classroom.
Afternoon lecture started before the heat on my lips had even cooled.
Han Sea.
Goddess of the school to everyone else, but to me, just a buddy who casually dropped f-bombs.
Never dreamed it'd lead to making out.
The excuse? "Contract dating." Goal? "Dodge the arranged marriage."
Like some drama plot come to life.
Thinking about it, I was probably the only guy she'd hit up for this insanity.
Our dynamic was perfect for fake dating.
No real potential between us.
Worlds apart.
Han Sea was chaebol third-gen from an IT mega-corp that hit the news econ section regularly.
Me? A dirt-poor kid hustling part-time gigs for next semester's tuition.
Even I wouldn't see myself as boyfriend material.
Still, who knew she'd actually smash her lips into mine.
Execution on her was unreal.
Meant she hated this marriage more than death.
My first kiss, but honestly? Fucking amazing.
She's hot.
When would a girl like Sea ever rub lips with a loser like me?
GPU and a kiss—guilt aside, she needed me, no reason to say no.
Arranged marriage, huh.
Imagining her marrying some other dude felt weird.
She's my only real friend.
Though, who could handle that bitchy personality anyway.
"Alright, that's it for today."
Books slammed shut as soon as the prof finished.
Chairs scraped as everyone bolted.
Damn, head too tangled—missed the whole lecture.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out.
Spotted a familiar silhouette in the distance.
"Oh, hey."
Trying to play it cool, but Sea came bounding over, waving wildly.
All eyes turned our way.
Bad vibe—and then she launched into my arms, yelling loud enough to shake the building.
"Darling!!"
Han Sea locked her arm in mine and wouldn't let go.
The plush pressure wrapping my whole bicep made my head spin.
"Hey, you, this is kinda..."
She ignored me, dragging me toward the parking lot.
My neck prickled.
Felt like every eye and ear on campus was locked on us.
"Whoa, Han Sea with her arm hooked in his? For real?"
"Are they dating? No way."
"Never seen that girl before—total idol vibes."
Ignoring the whispers hitting my back, I quickened my pace.
Destination: my studio apartment.
Hook up the GPU there, fire up Battle Ark together after ages.
Sea often invaded with her gaming laptop anyway.
Parking lot: a gleaming silver Porsche.
Up close? Beat to hell.
Scratches everywhere on bumper, doors.
"Hey, you drive this expensive thing like shit? Fix the scratches. Poor car."
"Nope. Fix 'em, they'll just come back."
Sea popped the door casually.
"Ugh, you shouldn't be anywhere near a steering wheel."
"Why? Insurance covers it all. Get in."
Passenger seat: leather scent assaulted my nose.
Carbon-fiber dash, flashy interface.
Rich people's rides were different.
But my eyes lingered elsewhere.
Below her hands on the wheel, short skirt revealing white thighs.
Smooth legs on full display.
"...Drink and drive, and we're done that day."
Awkward, so I spat nonsense.
"Am I nuts? Get your license already, dumbass. I'll let you drive this."
"Pass. Not into cars, and you'd just make me your chauffeur anyway."
"I'll pay you. Better than part-time gigs, right?"
"Not taking your money."
"Fuck off then."
Sea grumbled but hit the gas.
Screech.
Door opened, Sea barged into my studio.
Thud.
"Whoa, bachelor stench central!"
She claimed the bed, yelling.
"Hey, I washed the sheets yesterday. Quit bullshitting."
I yanked the side panel off my PC case.
The 6090 Ti from the box was a brick.
Heavy heft, three fans gleaming.
So bleeding-edge, no install guides online even.
Sweating bullets to avoid scratches, sliding it into the slot.
Rustle. Crunch.
Annoying sounds from behind.
Turned: absurd sight.
Sea sprawled on my bed like it was her master suite, munching chips.
Crumbs snowing onto my precious microfiber duvet—blood pressure spiked.
"Hey, you pig. Told you no eating in bed. Crumbs everywhere."
Han Sea didn't reply.
Just elegantly flipped me the bird over her chip bag.
Her sheer gall left me speechless.
I clicked my tongue and turned back to the PC.
She was sideways, thin top letting her ample chest defy gravity poorly, spilling to one side.
So blatant, nowhere safe to look.
Flashback to the classroom.
Wet, hot sensation on my lips.
I fumbled clearing dust from the fans.
"Hey. Even to ditch a fiancé, is making out with a guy like me okay?"
"What?"
"You've dated before, right? And chaebol daughter—no image control?"
Sea's hand paused.
She propped up, staring pitifully.
"God, guys are such whiny bitches after a little lip bump."
"Hey, that was my first kiss."
Silence. One second, two.
Sea clutched her stomach, rolling on the bed laughing.
"Puhahaha! No fucking way? Your first kiss?"
"...Don't laugh. I'm serious."
"Ow, my abs. First kiss? Holy shit, hehe."
"..."
"Damn, what've you been doing with your life? Hehe, just hands only?"
"Stop laughing, fuck..."
I buried my face deep in the case to hide my flush.
But Sea wasn't done.
She crawled to the bed's edge, whispering mischievously at my nape.
"Aw, that pissed? Want me to do it proper once?"
"...What?"