I Want the Foreigners Dead!

Yu Zhen, a third-year student at the seminary, is beautiful, strict, and an impartial vice president of the student union. His shirt is always buttoned to the top beneath his black robes. With his innocent, youthful face and rigid manner, he is cold as ice, proud, orderly, and untouchable.

An oriental man who is hard to deal with and puts order above everything.

That's what everyone thinks.

But in reality, the seemingly impartial little president is the softest-hearted of all...

"Please, Zhen, Mary has something on tomorrow and can't come. Could you fill in for her? No one will notice." Lys clasped his hands together and begged Yu Zhen, then excitedly held the seminary's girls' uniform against him to see how it looked.

"Hey... I'm a guy!" Yu Zhen was terrified.

"Come on, Zhen. You're the kindest priest in the world!"

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Yu Zhen's only task was supposed to be blending in with the girls during Mass.

But, as luck would have it, things went terribly wrong.

...He accidentally had a one-night stand with a Western man: blond, blue-eyed, and a beast in a suit. Supposedly, he was a member of some European aristocratic family, with an illustrious background.

It was terrifying in every sense of the word.

Yu Zhen was nearly worn out by him.

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After escaping back to school, Yu Zhen needed two days to recover. On the third day, he went to help out at a tavern in town.

As luck would have it, he ran right into that Western man confessing to a friend.

"I did something terrible."

"I know I'm guilty, but can you understand? She was so cute."

"So pure and cute."

"By the way, she looks Eastern. Do you have any idea who she might be? I swear I'll take responsibility for her."

Yu Zhen: "..."

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Yu Zhen absolutely could not let that damned Western man take responsibility for him!

Damn it, that man was a beast... The sacred, ice-cold vice president of the student union couldn't help remembering that wild night. His body trembled slightly beneath his black robes, his legs going weak with fear.

But he was still caught.

The man had finally found the person who had haunted his dreams. He could hoist this little sweetheart from the East over one shoulder with one hand, cling to him like a giant dog, and call him baby with near-obsessive devotion. He was both reckless and lovesick.

Yu Zhen's eyes were red and damp at the corners, his hair a mess. He cried as he bit the man's shoulder, furious enough to yelp. There was only one thought in his mind.

...I want foreigners dead!

I want foreigners dead!

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