The new neighbor has an exhibitionist and often walks the hallway in boxers Chapter 1

The new neighbor has a habit of exposing himself.

He often strolls through the hallway in nothing but boxer shorts.

We've confronted him, reprimanded him, even filed complaints, but nothing has changed.

Eventually, he boldly began sunbathing naked on the balcony.

Our balconies are adjacent, and when my wife saw him, she was so shocked she cursed him out. This only seemed to boost his confidence.

So, I personally marched him to the police station.

It was over two kilometers. I escorted him, and he strutted along, drawing the curious stares of onlookers.

Finally, we both felt a sense of resolution.

Returning from a business trip, I instantly recognized the new neighbor from Apartment 603, Jude, by his boxer shorts.

Round face, slightly balding, pale skin, a bit chubby with no muscle, and only wearing gray boxers.

While not outright scandalous, it was definitely not appropriate for public spaces. No wonder my wife had been complaining about him lately.

He was blocking the doorway of Apartment 601, insisting on helping the resident carry her cat litter inside.

601 is home to a somewhat shy girl who usually speaks softly.

She was terrified, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically, repeatedly yelling, "No, no, no..."

But Jude wouldn't take no for an answer. He clutched a corner of the cat litter bag and pushed against the door, already halfway inside.

"Why be so formal with me? Neighbors should help each other."

He laughed in a sleazy way, "Once we know each other better, I'll grill some sausages for you."

"Oh, don't overthink it, I mean the ones I cook myself."

The girl was on the verge of tears.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I called out, "Hey, generous neighbor, how about helping me? My hands are sore, and I can't carry my stuff."

Both turned to look at me.

The girl's eyes lit up so brightly that I almost lost control of my expression.

Jude looked me up and down, frowned, and snapped, "Who are you? Needing help with that little load, are you even a man?!"

I didn't appreciate that.

I walked over, let go, and my heavy travel bag crashed onto his foot.

He yelped, forgetting the cat litter and the door, hopping around clutching his foot.

The girl seized the moment, grabbed the 40-pound bag of cat litter, and dashed inside.

As the door closed, a tremulous "Thank you" reached my ears.

I smirked.

Lifted my less-than-40-pound luggage.

Hmm, my hands weren’t sore at all.