Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

In the corridor, only the sound of rain pouring down outside the window and a heavy, suffocating silence remained.

at this time--

"Fujiwara-kun? Kasumigaoka-kun?"

The silence was broken by the voice of the building manager, Ms. Sato, coming from the stairwell.

"I was downstairs just now, and I think I heard you two arguing. Are you okay?"

The commotion alerted the administrator, Sato, who came up to check on the situation.

"As neighbors, we should get along well."

Hear the sound.

Like a startled rabbit, Shi Yu instinctively tried to close the door and hide her disheveled state.

Seiji Fujiwara was faster than her.

He stuck his foot out to block the door from closing, while simultaneously turning his head to look at the stairwell, a gentle and harmless smile appearing on his face.

"It's alright, Ms. Sato, I'm so sorry. My senior and I were discussing some issues related to further education, and she got a little excited, so her voice might have been a bit loud. I hope she's not disturbing your rest."

His tone was so sincere that no one could find a single flaw in his words.

Shi Yu couldn't close the door, and didn't want outsiders to see her like this, so she could only force a stiff smile and hoarsely reply, "Yes, yes, we...we're fine, thank you for your concern."

"Oh...I see." Ms. Sato walked out of the stairs, her gaze shifting suspiciously between the two of them.

She looked at Shiyu's swollen eyes and pale face, then at Fujiwara Seiji's calm expression...

This doesn't seem like a discussion about college admissions at all!

But since both parties involved said they were fine, Ms. Sato didn't press further.

"That's good, that's good. Young people should talk things out and not get so worked up."

She smiled and nodded, then turned and went downstairs, her expression clearly showing suspicion.

The corridor fell silent once more.

But this little incident just now exhausted Shi Yu's last bit of will to resist.

Seiji Fujiwara withdrew his foot, his gaze returning to Utaha's face as he admired her pale yet still beautiful features.

"Shiyu, what's your decision, junior?"

His gaze lingered on Shi Yu's face, occasionally drifting down to her shapely figure, as if he were admiring one of his collections.

While looking at it, he said with a smile, "My terms are still the same: 500,000 a month, I'll keep you for six months, with no time limit."

"If you agree, I can give you the money right now."

Shi Yu felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

It felt as if I were a lamb that had been stripped of its wool and was being ruthlessly invaded.

I hate it!

I hate it!

I'm extremely angry!

but……

Shiyu gritted her teeth and said with difficulty, "I...I need to think about it..."

"consider?"

Seiji Fujiwara's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He took out a file he had on hand, handed it to Shi Yu, and opened its contents.

It was a lease agreement for a luxury apartment located in the heart of the port area.

"The monthly rent in the port area is 480,000 yen."

Seiji Fujiwara's finger hovered over the amount: "Utaha-senpai, don't worry about the money. I can afford it, but..."

Time waits for no one.

I'm moving out tomorrow.

boom!

A thunderbolt seemed to explode in Shi Yu's mind, and her pupils shrank in astonishment.

Rental agreement... I'm moving out tomorrow?

This……

Two lines of clear tears slid down Shi Yu's face.

The last struggle and hesitation in my heart were completely shattered.

"...I'll go with you."

She kept her head down, her voice so soft it was like a whisper, every word tinged with humiliation and sorrow.

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Chapter Thirteen: Filming Videos to Leave Incriminating Material

"very good."

A satisfied smile appeared on Seiji Fujiwara's face.

He stepped aside, making way for his room: "Come in."

Like a puppet on a string, Shi Yu walked stiffly into the room of her single male neighbor, whom she had once avoided and been wary of.

Enter the house.

Click!

Seiji Fujiwara closed the door behind him and locked it.

Shi Yu's body trembled.

At this moment, the small room seemed to have become a prison.

Seiji Fujiwara walked to the table, took out a stack of 10,000 yen bills from his wallet, and casually threw them on the table.

"Here is 500,000, consider it a deposit."

Shi Yu stared at the money on the table, unable to look away.

Immediately afterwards, Seiji Fujiwara took out a document that he had prepared beforehand and a fountain pen.

This is a "lover's contract".

"Sign it." Seiji Fujiwara handed the document to Utaha.

Do not misunderstand.

He just thought he might need it, so he printed a copy this afternoon.

It wasn't prepared with ulterior motives for Shiyu.

And that's exactly what came in handy at this moment.

"..."

Shiyu silently took the document and flipped through the terms on it.

I caught my breath after only a few glances.

The above terms are extremely harsh, detailing all the obligations that Party B must fulfill, and each one is full of insults and trampling.

“Sign it, and the rest of the money is yours,” Seiji Fujiwara said, looking at her.

Shi Yu trembled violently as she looked at the words such as "Party B shall unconditionally obey any instructions of Party A" and "During the contract period, Party B's personal rights belong to Party A".

Signing it means giving up your dignity and becoming a plaything.

"in addition……"

Seiji Fujiwara then took out the video camera he had just bought that afternoon, turned it on to record, placed it on the camera stand, and pointed the lens at Utaha.

"To ensure the 'validity' of the contract, I need your cooperation in filming a 'voluntary declaration' video."

"!!!"

Shi Yu suddenly raised her head, fear and hesitation flashing in her eyes.

"Does it really have to be like this?" she asked hesitantly, biting her lip.

Leaving behind a video means leaving behind a fatal vulnerability.

Just like many men who deceive girls by only rubbing against them and never actually penetrating... in the end, they wish they could even shove their testicles in.

Seiji Fujiwara is now using the pretext of guaranteeing the contract to film the video, and he will definitely use it against her in various ways in the future.

Shiyu was well aware of her own charm.

Having left behind the video, she'll probably never escape Seiji Fujiwara's clutches for the rest of her life.

"Absolutely." Seiji Fujiwara's answer was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.

“But…” Shi Yu clenched her fingers in fear and held them to her chest.

Seeing that she was still hesitating.

Seiji Fujiwara sneered:

“Shiyu, we are both smart people and should know very well that this kind of sugar daddy/sugar baby contract is illegal.”

"What if you take my money and then turn your back on me, or go to the Metropolitan Police Department and accuse me of extortion? Who can I complain to?"

"I need to be protected."

"You, Kasumigaoka Utaha, are doing everything you're willing to do to ensure everything that happens today."

This statement is half true and half false.

Seiji Fujiwara was simply looking forward to filming the video, and at the same time, he was using this method to further break through Utaha's resistance.

“Of course, you can leave now if you don’t want to.” Seiji Fujiwara gestured for him to leave.

Shi Yu lowered her head and clenched her fists.

go?

How can it be!

She's reached a dead end!

"……I see."

Shiyu closed her eyes and answered tremblingly, "I will take the picture."

“Very good.” Seiji Fujiwara smiled with satisfaction, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Next, do this in front of the camera…”

He instructed Shiyu on what to do.

Shi Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she were looking at a scumbag.

What followed was arguably the most humiliating period of her seventeen years of life.

At Seiji Fujiwara's command, she walked in front of the camera and removed her clothes one by one.

The black stockings that covered her long, beautiful legs were taken off, folded, and placed aside along with her clothes.

Her fair and delicate skin was exposed to the coldness of her tears.

With a look of humiliation and indignation, she first took out her student ID and introduced herself to the camera, including her 3D data.

Then, without any apparent precautions, she clearly displayed the contract page by page in front of the camera, read out the terms and conditions, and claimed that she had signed it voluntarily.

After signing her name in front of the camera, she knelt on the floor with an angry expression and, in a standard dogeza (a traditional Japanese swearing posture), pushed the signed contract into the hands of Seiji Fujiwara behind the camera.

"well done."

Seiji Fujiwara looked down at him, his smile widening.