They Took Our Girls

Our university admitted three international students from Africa and assigned three attractive female students as cross-gender study companions.

My girlfriend Emma Evans was one of them.

This made me deeply uneasy.

Because only I knew that Emma's cold exterior was merely a facade. Beneath her icy goddess appearance lay a restless and unsettled soul.

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That evening, while I was gaming in my dormitory, my phone vibrated.

I opened it to find a three-person group chat titled "Fighting Against the Africans Till the End!"

The sender was Liam Anderson, whose girlfriend had also been selected as a study companion for the African students.

"Brothers, I've been cheated on. Just broke up. Here's a video another student took at the scene."

I clicked on the video he shared in the group, which was secretly recorded at a nightclub.

In a corner booth, a young woman in a tank top and hot pants was passionately kissing a muscular African man who stood over six feet tall.

Two other African men were cheering them on, even whistling as if they'd never seen a woman before.

The petite, pale-faced girl had always appeared delicate and quiet.

But now she clung to the African man's neck, completely indifferent to the surrounding stares.

Her name was Olivia Hill, Liam Anderson's girlfriend.

The African man was her study companion, James Roscente.

James whispered something in Olivia's ear, making her blush and playfully sway her hips in response.

Suddenly, an enraged young man burst into the frame from off-camera.

He yanked Olivia out of James's embrace.

Instead of showing remorse at being caught cheating, Olivia became furious and started arguing with Liam.

Liam slapped her hard across the face before running off.

Shockingly, Olivia wiped her tears and returned to James's arms.

"Brothers, that bitch actually said she slept with him because she didn't want James to feel lonely in a foreign country."

"When we were arguing, she claimed she wasn't the only one - the other two study companions have also slept with their Africans. You'd better watch out."

After sending this message, Liam left the group chat.

Reading Liam's final words, I felt both rage and a strange sense of inevitability.

So Emma had cheated too...

My mind flashed back to the day the university announced the selection of cross-gender study companions for international students.

Emma and I were eating in the cafeteria then.

Her counselor suddenly messaged asking if she wanted to apply to be a study companion for African exchange students.

The counselor then sent profiles of three African students, including full-body photos.

Emma furtively scrolled through the photos on her phone.

These African students all appeared exceptionally fit. I noticed Emma seemed particularly interested in one of them.

It showed him shirtless, lifting weights at the gym.

The tall, powerfully built African with defined muscles exuded raw strength even through the photograph.