"Sorry I can't be with you."
"Why?"
"Because you're too much of a good guy."
I was awakened by the words of my old girlfriend breaking up with me… because of my niceness.
Hello, my name is Park Jun-Lee, a 22-year-old college student currently living in an apartment that is honestly over my budget—but my job helps me with the rent.
I work as a swimming coach not too far from my apartment.
Laying on my bed, eyes barely open, I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
7:56 A.M. on a Sunday.
I don't have classes on Sunday, but I do have work.
Still tired, I got out of bed and took a long stretch.
But there was something unusual.
As I was yawning, I looked down at my underwear…
…and there was a huge tent.
The truth is…
I have a huge dick.
"…Sigh."
I let out a deep sigh and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
After that, I took off my clothes and hopped in the shower. First, I used cold water to get rid of the morning wood—otherwise I'd have to walk around like a weirdo. Then, after it softened, I turned on the warm water.
After my shower, I felt more energized and relaxed.
I put on a white shirt and black pants and left the bathroom. I walked to the kitchen and made myself breakfast. I cracked open two eggs and put three pieces of bacon into two different frying pans.
Twenty minutes later, I grabbed a plate and a piece of bread and started eating.
As I ate, I checked the time.
8:44 A.M.
My shift starts at 9:30.
After I was done eating, I put my plate in the sink and walked over to do some quick push-ups.
"18…"
"19…"
"20…"
"And done."
A little time passed. After finishing my push-ups, I checked the time again.
9:10.
"Okay, let's go."
I smiled, grabbed my belongings, and headed out.
As I headed out, I spotted my next-door neighbor.
She is a beautiful woman with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, with big breasts that look like she has to buy new bras every week just to fit them.
"Good morning, Miss Choi," I said, bowing my head.
"Oh, good morning, Park Jun-Lee. Are you heading to work?" she asked.
Miss Choi was holding a garbage bag that looked full.
"Yes, I am." I noticed the bag. "Miss Choi, let me take that off your hands."
I walked up, grabbed the garbage bag, and noticed a ring on her finger.
I've known Miss Choi ever since I moved into this apartment, and she's married—but I don't think I've ever seen her husband. Every time I bring it up, she says he's overseas.
"Oh haha, you're such a nice boy, Park," she giggled.
"Alright, see you later, Miss Choi."
I gave a light bow while holding the garbage bag and walked down the hallway toward the elevator.
She waved goodbye.
I pressed the elevator button. The doors opened, and I stepped inside.
First floor.
The doors closed.
I quickly walked through the lobby with the trash bag. Once outside, I headed to the dumpster and threw it in.
Sigh.
I checked my phone.
I was running late.
"Ah crap."
I started running full speed to my job.
As I was running, I spotted an old lady struggling to cross the street.
I jogged in place, looking back and forth between her and my phone.
(I need to go…)
But then I looked at her again.
Her struggling face clenched my heart with guilt.
I ran toward her, stopping the oncoming cars, and helped her cross.
We reached the sidewalk.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" I asked.
"Yes, dear boy," she said with a kind smile. "Why can't the world have more kind men like you?"
She pinched my cheek and waved goodbye.
I waved back.
Then reality hit.
I'm going to be really late.
I ran even faster.
The sound of waves hit my ears, my heart pounding as I pushed myself forward.
I saw my workplace.
(I'm almost there!)
But then—
"W-Woah!"
A girl carrying a box of apples collided with me.
We both fell.
Apples rolled everywhere.
"I-I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized.
"Oh no, it's okay—ow…"
She moved her hand slightly. Blood was coming out.
I panicked for a brief moment, grabbed her hand, and quickly pulled out band-aids, placing them on her cut.
"I'm so sorry that happened."
Even though I was running late, I quickly picked up the apples and put them back into the box before handing it to her.
That's when I got a clear look at her face.
It was a pretty face.
Like an angel.
She had black hair and blue eyes, and as I looked more closely, she had a figure too.
Her breasts were big, and her butt was huge.
"Ah, thank you," she said, smiling.
"No problem."
I smiled back—but then I remembered.
(Oh no.)
"Um, what is your name, mister?" she asked.
"I'm so sorry, but I need to hurry—bye!"
And I ran past her.
"Pant… pant…"
Out of breath, exhausted, I finally made it.
Late.
I walked inside, hoping my senior didn't see me.
"Oh, Park Jun-Lee. Late again."
I smiled awkwardly and waved.
I walked to the locker room silently. No sign of my senior.
"Sigh…"
Relief.
I opened my locker and started changing without a care.
Then—
"Eek!"
He was right next to me.
"O-Oh, senior! I didn't know you were here today…"
He stared at me with his arms crossed.
"Helping people again, huh?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Listen, Golden Boy. If you want to keep working here, you have to put yourself first."
His words were harsh—but true.
"This is the reason you can't get a girlfriend."
I nodded.
"Come on. Let's go."
The pool was busy.
Lots of people came here for exercise—especially women.
My senior coached the women.
And me?
"Come on, Mr. Kim, you can do it!"
I helped the older folks.
But honestly, I didn't mind.
Still… I glanced over at my senior.
He was being… touchy.
Too touchy.
And the look on his face was honestly kind of perverted.
Then—
A new girl walked in.
Blonde hair with a red streak.
Piercings on both ears.
A nose ring.
Designer clothes.
Chewing gum.
Blowing bubbles.
(Wow… she's pretty.)
Even my senior noticed.
(Maybe this is my chance.)
I gathered my courage and walked toward her.
"H-Hey—"
"Oof!"
My senior shoved me aside.
"Hey, pretty. I've never seen you here before."
No reaction.
"Maybe I can show you around?"
Still nothing.
She grabbed his hand.
His smug grin grew—
Then she placed her gum in his hand.
"Throw that out for me."
Cold.
Harsh.
She walked away.
Straight to me.
She crouched slightly.
"Hey… can you coach me instead?"
"…Huh?"
"Will you?" she asked.
"Y-Yes!"
I was shocked—but excited.
We walked off together.
Leaving my senior standing there in disbelief… holding her gum.
And that…
was the beginning of a life-changing event for me.