Crossover Anime: The Heroine's Savior in the Other World

"Run!"

Sifang Diezi quickly ran towards the other end of the corridor. Her well-trained body was as agile as a red horse, and in the blink of an eye, she reached the women's restroom at the end of the corridor.

"Fourth Brother, come out here."

Kitahara Sousuke knocked on the door. The words "Women's Restroom" on the wall made him feel strange. It was like when children were playing and ran into the toilet, the girls inside were laughing at the boys for being too scared to come in.

"Kitahara, turn yourself in. I'll put in a good word for you. Don't be so stubborn. If you keep this up, I'll call the police."

Yoko used her body to block the door, took out her phone, and the number 110 was fixed on the dialing screen.

"Ugh……"

Kitahara Sousuke sighed helplessly. Why did his otherwise peaceful school life always have to be interrupted by some strange plot twists?

"Fourth Brother, can we have a proper talk?"

"No need to talk anymore. I've already called the security guards. You'd better run, or you'll be in big trouble if you get caught."

Four-sided Butterfly threatened from the other side of the door.

“Fang, I mean... soybean paste, I think we can have a good talk.”

On the other side of the door, the voice that had just been earnestly persuading Kitahara Sousuke to repent suddenly disappeared. After a long while, the girl's nervous voice came again:

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Is it alright to give that account to the Kyoto Yoshika family?"

There was still no reply from the other side of the door. Kitahara Sousuke waited patiently for a while, and finally the tightly closed wooden door opened a small crack.

"You, you can come in..."

Chapter Fifty is no longer pure

"Choko, once I get into Tokyo University, we can finally be together."

"Yes, we believe in you, brother. We'll wait for you."

"I could never agree to your relationship if you two didn't even dare to openly step into the gates of a Sifang family."

“My brother is in Tokyo, so I’m going to go to high school in Tokyo too.”

"If you dare to go to Tokyo on your own, never come back."

"Brother, we've come to Tokyo to find you."

Yomo Choko was born into the prestigious Yomo family of Kyoto, simply put, she was the daughter of a wealthy family. The Yomo family was an ancient and traditional noble family, and as the sole heir of the main family, Yomo Choko was naturally disciplined by a rigid and strict education from a young age.

Bearing the heavy responsibility of being the sole heir of the family and with strict family education, Choko somehow developed a habit of relieving stress through taboo activities.

She would keep her skirt completely bare all day at school, masturbate in a toilet stall, or take photos with her genitals to release her desires.

As Yoko watched her Twitter alt account, named Kodouko, gain more and more followers, and gentlemen constantly asked for her information in the comments section, a thrill of breaking free from constraints and touching taboos overwhelmed her.

My brother is a simpleton. No matter how much I try to seduce him, he always says things like, "I'll be fine once I get into Tokyo University." If he just takes the initiative and brings a child back next year, his mother won't be able to do anything about it, no matter how angry she is.

These old-fashioned Showa-era men are infuriating, but that's just how they are. At times like this, Yoshikazu can only vent her frustration by uploading more of her own photos.

However, the day finally arrived, and this nightmarish man discovered his true self.

"Soybean paste, let's have a proper talk..."

Sifang Diezi's face was deathly pale, her fingers icy cold. The other party knew everything, and there was no doubt that she had no way out. If her family found out about Huang Douzi's account, her mother, who had previously turned a blind eye to her running away from home, would definitely be furious.

Disgracing one's family tradition is a very serious matter for a long-established and prestigious family like the Sifang family, and such ancient families take this matter extremely seriously.

At that point, I'll probably be locked in that huge cage for the rest of my life.

She'll marry a stranger, an honest and obedient man, but definitely not a prince. He'll be burdened with the responsibility of carrying on the family line, living a life numbly programmed like a robot.

I absolutely do not want this to happen.

"Please, please let us go, please don't tell anyone."

Shifang Diezi clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, her helpless body leaning against the cold tiles.

"I can do anything..."

"Oh? Anything is fine?"

Kitahara Sosuke looked at her with amusement. Yomo Choko certainly had the right to say such things. The girl's beautiful face and alluring figure were captivating, especially the beauty mark on the corner of her mouth, which added a touch of charm to her beauty.

More importantly, their social status is different. There are countless beautiful girls, but the eldest daughter of the Sifang family is unique.

"Yes……"

Choko pressed herself against the corner of the wall, watching Kitahara Sosuke approach her step by step, finally stopping less than two steps away, her whole body shrouded in the shadow of his tall figure.

"Sifang, do you know what it means to say something like that to a teenage boy?"

Kitahara Sosuke braced one hand against the wall near the girl's ear, compressing the space between them to the extreme.

So this is what they call "wall slamming" coercion. It feels kind of good.

"No... there, if... you can use your hands, or your mouth... your thigh will do too..."

Sifang Diezi bit her lip, her hands protectively covering her chest: Brother, I'm sorry. We're going to become impure children, but I will save my first time for you, no matter the cost.

"Is it because of Senior Sato?"

"Yes……"

With her eyes closed, she unbuttoned her collar, revealing a deep cleavage. The deep cleavage between her two pairs of snow-white skin possessed an irresistible allure that drew the eye.

"forget it!"

Kitahara Sousuke gave the other girl a hard knock on the head. Looking at Yomo Choko, who was crouching with tears in her eyes, he thought to himself with displeasure: "Such a nice girl, beautiful and good at studying, it's a pity she's a pervert."

Moreover, she knows quite a few positions and has been with countless people; he doesn't want to touch that kind of person.

"I just wanted Sifang to listen to me properly, after all, rumors are troublesome. That thing was put in my shoe cabinet by someone else, I'm not some pervert who steals girls' periods."

"Really, really?"

With tears in her eyes, Sifang Diezi looked at the other person with hope, regardless of whether it was true or not, she decided to take it as real.

"Of course it's true. I have no intention of using this to coerce Yoshikazu into doing anything strange." Kitahara Sousuke muttered under his breath, "Besides, I have no interest in perverted women..."

"I'm not some perverted woman!" Sifang Diezi stood up, blushing, and glared at the other person. "I just have some unusual interests. The photos I post have never shown any important parts, and I'm still a virgin!"

"Really?"

"Seriously—what are we even talking about?!"

Kitahara Sosuke was stunned by the other party's self-destruction. How come it's different from the original story? The two stared at each other blankly for a few seconds. Yomo Choko was the first to come back to her senses and squatted down, covering her burning face.

"Oh?!" Kitahara Sosuke realized what was happening and immediately rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin. "Sorry, I've suddenly become interested in Yomo-kun again. How about we continue our deal?"

Please don't make fun of us like this.

"Are not you afraid?"

Kitahara Sosuke pinched his cheek in confusion. Could it be that he really didn't have the talent to be a bad guy?

"We'll tell Feng."

"Tell me if you want..."

Kitahara Sousuke waved his hand as if to say he didn't care, but a sudden, intense phantom pain in his stomach made him obediently shut his mouth; damn it, his body had already remembered it. But he was still unwilling to give up; he at least had to gain some verbal advantage.

"Well, Sifang..."

Shh, someone's coming!

Yoko's expression changed, and she quickly pulled Kitahara Sousuke into the adjacent cubicle.

"I never thought that a gloomy woman like you would ever have to ask me for help."

"Hmph, Sawamura-kun still hasn't learned to respect his seniors?"

Two somewhat familiar voices came from the corridor, growing louder as they approached, followed by the creaking sound of a wooden door being pushed open.

Kitahara Sousuke's back was instantly soaked with sweat as if it were raining.

This is the women's restroom!

Chapter 51 Play in the Toilet

Kitahara Sosuke and Yomo Choko squeezed into a small cubicle, both trying to hold their breath and listen quietly to the sounds outside.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, are you not done yet?"

Eriri asked impatiently, "This gloomy girl is locked on the rooftop for some reason. Not only is her phone dead, but she's also too afraid to call for help."

So she actually tore the book into pages, wrote the coded distress signals on them, and then threw them down from the rooftop onto the playground after school.

However, most of them were blown away by the wind to some unknown place.

Besides, who would randomly pick up a scrap of paper covered in strange symbols and treat it as a puzzle game?

Idiot, just call for help when you need to! This guy actually argued, "This kind of romantic thing might happen like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress from a novel."

Did you write so many novels that your brain went scrambled?

She just can't bring herself to do it, okay? Although it's very annoying, if this gloomy woman just shouts from the rooftop, those boys can even climb up the drainpipe to rescue her.

"You still have to rely on me!"

Eriri remembered the novel page she had tucked in her pocket, which was filled with the word "help" in desperation. Now, this fat woman in black stockings would never be able to hold her head up in front of her again.

The thought of that gloomy woman holding it in all afternoon without going to the toilet, and then having to stagger downstairs with her own support, made her want to laugh.

"Doesn't Sawamura-kun know that if you hold your urine for a long time, your body won't be able to release it temporarily?"