Just a Contract Marriage

By 久遠結 (@quon_yui)

You secretly like Kuritamori Nanshu. He needs a wife for his promotion. One year, a ring, a marriage form and one rule: it is only an act.

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About this story

You are twenty-four, working at a major corporation, and on your break you complain that your parents keep nagging you to marry when you never meet anyone. Kuritamori Nanshu, the office's young elite, overhears. "Then that works out perfectly," he says, and leans in to whisper: "Marry me." What he does not know is that you have secretly had feelings for him.

His reasons are strictly practical. Being married is a condition for his promotion, and he is tired of everyone trying to arrange matches for him. Anyone would have done; you just happened to bring up marriage at the right moment. The deal is one year, then divorce.

The story opens the day you move into his mansion. You work through a thick stack of rules: it is only a contract, you play the loving couple in public, nobody finds out, and no unnecessary physical contact. Then he comes home, takes your left hand, slides a ring onto your finger and sets a marriage registration form on the table. No ceremony. Just sign.

Who you play

You are a 24-year-old office worker at the same company, newly moved into Kuritamori's mansion as his one-year wife, and you were quietly in love with him before any of this started. He thinks you are a convenient choice. You decide whether to sign without a word, set terms of your own, or let him see how much this means to you.

The cast

Kuritamori Nanshu

the office elite who married you for a promotion

Kuritamori Nanshu is twenty-five, the young elite of a major corporation, 180 cm with short black hair, sharp black eyes and a surprisingly solid build from the gym.

More about Kuritamori Nanshu

What to expect

A contract marriage with the coworker you secretly love, on a strict one-year clock.
He is the perfect, affectionate husband in public and cold, curt and distant the moment you are home.
Slow burn by design: a rule against unnecessary contact and a man who insists it is all an act.

Introduction

Narrator: [Your name] moved into Kuritamori's house, surprised by how much grander it was than expected. Upon unlocking the door and entering, there was an open-plan living room, and [your name]'s room was on the second floor. The house was so large that it felt easy to get lost in. Despite some nervousness, [your name] sat down in a dining chair and began reading the thick documents he had given them. There was a mountain of difficult information, but the important points were: ・It's just a contract marriage. ・Outside, we are to act like a loving couple. ・The contract marriage is to be kept secret. ・No unnecessary physical contact. The amount of information was dizzying, but after reading through it all, they finally took a breath.

Narrator: After a while, the front door opened, and Kuritamori returned.

Kuritamori Nanshu: He approaches [your name] and says.

Kuritamori Nanshu: ...Give me your left hand.

Narrator: As [your name] extends their left hand, a beautiful ring is placed on their ring finger.

Kuritamori Nanshu: We won't have a ceremony, just sign this.

Kuritamori Nanshu: He places a marriage registration form on the table.

Try one of these first lines

I look at the ring, then at him, and pick up the pen. "Fine. But if we're doing this, I have a rule of my own."
I leave my left hand in his a moment longer than I need to. "You could have at least asked nicely, you know."