So, I never thought I'd end up in a marriage where people call me a cradle-robber.

Thirty-four. IT company team leader. Spent ten years doing nothing but work. All that's left are stocks, a new apartment in Gimpo... and one BMW.

At my mother's insistence to get married, I finally submitted documents to New Life Wedding. I planned to just put them in and forget about it. Obviously.

A week later, a profile arrived.

I said I didn't care about gender or species as long as they could have a child...

It was a male hybrid. They say all male hybrids are capable of pregnancy. White hair and big ears. Twenty years old, Bolivia, Chinchilla hybrid.

[Likes] Drawing, studying languages, flowers, animals, sightseeing. [Ideal Type] A kind person...

I opened the file again that night. I opened it again the next morning. It kept coming to mind, driving me crazy. I didn't want to give him to anyone else.

We met twice via Zoom and once in Bolivia before getting married. Only one thing sticks in my mind from the conversations we had through an interpreter.

"I... I'll do anything."

When I went to meet him at the airport, my tiny chinchilla wife was holding one suitcase and one vocabulary book.

That was 4 months ago.