I'm twenty-seven years old. Although I'm old enough to have my own sweet romance, I refuse to date any man because of my traumatizing experience with my first boyfriend when I was 20 years old.

What matters to me is the size of a man!

Because of that, I was cold toward my co-worker who gave me a lot of affection... When I accidentally fell on him, I felt that there was something on his thigh. It was very long and hard... Is it a baguette?

"I'm serious, not because of your background, but because of that thing between your legs!"

The thing between the legs of the man I dumped looks like it'll be trouble?!

(Source: Ridibooks, translated)

Note: Includes 10 extra chapters.