Chapter 2: Virgin Yoon Sera

[HR Department Notice] Guidelines for Updated Contribution Performance Reflection Standards — New Bonus Point System for Low-Contribution Employees —

Hovering the cursor opened the preview window.

And the final line.

Low-contributor. Junyoung's lips twisted bitterly upward. What a pretty way to put it. Like clearing out unsold inventory, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they called it a priority matching slot.

That was him. Thanks to it, he'd been sitting frozen for a while. The mouse cursor kept lingering over the link, up and down. Junyoung had been repeating the motion of hovering and pulling away.

"0.3 points..."

It was a small bonus, but for him, starting from a minus compared to everyone else at 0, it was a desperate number.

Click—

The moment he regretted not just getting back to work, the screen switched.

His heart raced strangely. It wasn't because of the slogan or the glamorous half-naked beauty that appeared with it.

Searching for concurrent users...

While he debated closing the window right then, the loading bar moved briefly.

And then—

Junyoung swallowed hard at the confirmation box that popped up. Th-this... it was linked to that sperm motility test, genetic compatibility stuff from the health checkup before.

An unnecessary memory surfaced for no reason.

'87%... is that high?'

The number looked huge. Worried someone might see from behind, he shrugged his shoulders slightly and turned his head just a bit to check around.

His neighbor had earbuds in, staring at their monitor. The printer was spitting out paper. No one cared about his screen.

Still, his heart pounded.

'If I close it now... will it log?'

'Does it auto-cancel if I don't click?'

His fingertips slick with cold sweat, Junyoung scanned the screen once more.

The label under his name next to the blurred partner profile felt pathetically shabby.

"...Sera."

His trembling fingers finally clicked the mouse. Not even view profile—straight to YES.

Anyone... anyway, with this, they'd give more points than to regular people, he thought, caught up in it.

At the same time, in a high-rise officetel in Seon City’s Shindo District.

Sunlight slanted into the living room with half-drawn curtains, crossing the floor. In the shadowed edge it couldn't reach sat a blonde woman.

She'd just finished streaming, still in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pajamas, her chest slick with thick, translucent lotion.

Rubbing to absorb the lotion as she sat on the sofa, her blue eyes lingered on the number.

87%.

"Of all things, it had to be high..."

Muttering softly—unlike Junyoung, she clicked view partner profile. His summary slowly loaded.

Her eyes stopped.

"0%...?"

The number caught her gaze. Sera's lips tightened subtly as she nibbled her fingertip.

Her own screen showed the same.

Yoon Sera let out a long sigh.

"Hilarious."

Ad banners, SNS recommended feeds—even news thumbnails sometimes. She was the influencer called the Contribution Goddess, young and rich.

But that morning's message from her management handler wasn't funny.

Sera had lived in several countries following her expatriate father since childhood. She'd move before getting attached, but none turned sex into national policy.

For her, raised abroad, dating and relationships were choices. Do it if you want, skip if not. A realm of pleasure, not obligation.

With her stunning looks and social skills drawing followers everywhere, sex was a beautiful fruit to savor romantically once love ripened.

Even after returning as an adult, same thing.

'It's weird, but... I'll adapt.'

She thought lightly at first. Her looks held up anywhere. Flowing golden waves, sharp features. Curves that popped where they should.

Prime assets to flaunt now while young.

But outside, she became a breeding target everywhere, so she started streaming from home.

'I'm... pretty. Wasting it sucks, but I don't want to give it to just anyone.'

No experience? Didn't matter. People consumed her image; reality was irrelevant.

That led to ever-more provocative concepts and coy speech, pretending to be an experienced seductress—

The descriptors stuck to Yoon Sera were the raunchiest among streamers.

But Contribution Rate 0%.

Simple image playacting had hit its limit. Platforms demanded government-linked certification badges.

Without it, her image would crumble to illusion.

'Why do I have to face this pressure.'

What she thought was free choice had become obligation.

Her camera smile of "Fun and sexy choices♡" turned into shackles.

She exhaled slowly.

This country: looks opened doors, image secured her spot, delaying choices led here.

And the name on screen.

Lee Junyoung, 29. Court clerk. Contribution Rate... 0%.

Court—maybe she could beg secrecy, seems safe. And... same number, at least.

"At least..."

She's not alone.

Sera closed then opened her eyes.

This wasn't pleasure. Nor pure coercion.

An awkward choice, but eyes squeezed shut, YES already clicked.

"Wh-what? Huh?"

Too embarrassed, trying to close the window fast, Sera ended up kneeling before the sofa, staring at the flood of notices.

Junyoung, staring at the same thing, froze too.

He memorized laws he used often, but being the subject hit different.

"...Delay mark?"

In this country, 'mark' wasn't light. One line in HR files haunted for years.

Another line at the screen bottom.

Emotional Damage Compensation Department. Seeing his own department's name, Junyoung swallowed.

'...The standards I process?'

Thinking of social penalties made his spine chill.

Meanwhile, Sera's eyes stuck on 'video records'.

"...Even private storage is too much—!"

Whining alone changed nothing. She knew this country kept records. Always.

Regardless of their feelings, the small checkbox at the bottom blinked indifferently.

...Even after YES.

The two, trapped in the pit various ways, slowly checked it. Their government site shifted to a small window.

The countdown ticked down by the second.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Why does this country always rush everything!"

Sera bit her lip.

Court clerk, records. Video... certification.

The most worrisome words linked fast in her head.

'What if...'

What if he's in a position to keep seeing records?

'Matched on purpose to deflower and dump virgins like me as a hobby?'

Shame aside, any video leak with her virgin label would end her.

Heart racing, Sera's hand hovered over the keyboard icon.

The chat was empty.

But his online status showed he was definitely looking.

After a long standoff debating what to send, three small dots appeared in the top right of the screen.

...Opponent is typing.