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

Shiyu felt as if something deep within her soul shattered completely the moment her knees hit the ground.

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at the same time.

Downstairs at the apartment building, Ms. Sato, the building manager, felt uneasy and uneasy.

In her mind, she kept replaying Kasumigaoka Utaha's frighteningly pale face and Fujiwara Seiji's overly calm expression.

"No, I still have to go up and check, just in case something really happened."

She muttered to herself and walked up the stairs with unease.

I tiptoed down to the second-floor corridor.

Ms. Sato moved as lightly as a cat, and the corridor was quiet; even the motion-activated lights were off.

She listened intently but heard nothing.

The imagined arguments and conversations did not materialize.

This unusual quiet made Ms. Sato even more uneasy.

She quickly calculated the time in her mind. It seems like half an hour has passed since Kasumigaoka entered Fujiwara-kun's room.

A man and a woman alone in a room, and it's so quiet...

An absurd yet seemingly reasonable guess began to grow and spread wildly in her mind.

Is it already over?

That's right, Shiyu is a very charming girl, most boys probably couldn't resist her.

Miss Sato started letting her mind wander, indulging in all sorts of wild and unrestrained thoughts.

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

A desperate young woman in dire need of money, with nowhere else to turn; a young man who seems to have just made a fortune after moving to the port area...

Taking advantage of the situation?

Or is it a matter of mutual consent?

It seems perfectly normal for something to happen.

Ms. Sato's face showed an extremely complicated expression.

There is both concern for the girl's plight and a strong curiosity to uncover her secrets.

She thought about it and decided to wait a little longer and see.

“If it’s a relationship that’s consensual between the two of you, then it’s fine… I’m just worried that Fujiwara-kun is just deceiving the girl. If Utaha gets angry, that would be bad.”

"It will cause problems and affect the rental of the apartment."

"And Shiyu is a girl..."

Ms. Sato murmured, her expression showing some worry.

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Chapter Fourteen: Poetry Feathers, I Want to Enjoy You Anytime, Anywhere

in the room.

"very good."

Seiji Fujiwara turned off the camera with satisfaction, then looked at Utaha, who was completely naked in front of him.

Her long, black hair hung down in a mess, covering most of her face, revealing only her pale, delicate chin and exquisite collarbone.

Those breasts, which were not at all what a high school student should have, were covered by the girl's hands.

But you can still see some fullness in the outline.

At this moment, the girl trembled with shame and cold, like a restless lamb, which aroused even more desire to invade her.

Seiji Fujiwara glanced at it a few times, picked up the contract from the ground, and said slowly, "Well done, I'll give you the balance now."

Do you want cash or bank transfer?

Seiji Fujiwara appeared to be seriously discussing the details.

Shi Yu, like a startled fawn, tightened her arms and curled up her body.

Does it have to be said this way?

Her face was filled with shame and humiliation, but she dared not speak too harshly: "Could... you let me put on my clothes?"

Her voice was barely audible, carrying a hint of pleading.

After the filming just now, her self-esteem was completely shattered in front of Seiji Fujiwara.

They have absolutely no airs about them.

"No hurries?"

Seiji Fujiwara's gaze roamed unabashedly over her snow-white skin as he smiled:

"This kind of situation will happen far too often in the next six months... It's better for both of us to get used to it sooner rather than later."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu's breath hitched.

Yes, he's going to cover my expenses for the next six months.

The contract also contains various detailed rules for training, tormenting, and playing with... Compared to those excessive rules, what is this now?

It's just an appetizer.

She sighed softly, and in the end, without putting on any clothes, she knelt openly before Fujiwara Seiji.

Of course, Shiyu hasn't yet managed to let go of everything all at once.

She still used her arms to shield herself in front of her body, and her rounded legs were tightly pressed together, completely sealed.

"Tomorrow, you'll move out of here and go straight to my new apartment in the port area," Fujiwara Seiji said, admiring the view.

"what?"

This request was like a thunderbolt, causing Shi Yu, who had been keeping her head down, to suddenly raise her head.

"Live together...? No way! Absolutely not!"

She suddenly realized something and excitedly refused.

She could accept it if it were just regular transactions.

Just get through six months.

But living together means being under the surveillance and control of this devil 24 hours a day!

What's the difference between that and a pet that's collared and completely kept at home?

Seeing her intense reaction, Seiji Fujiwara's eyes turned cold.

"no?"

He let out a meaningful sneer, "Junior Sister Shiyu, let me do some math for you."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but like the whisper of a devil, every word drilling into her ears.

“Your sugar daddy contract is for six months. I will pay three million for your mother’s surgery, as well as various other miscellaneous expenses… Let’s say it’s three million six hundred thousand a month.”

"One hundred and eighty days in six months".

"In other words, I spent 20,000 yen to buy you every day."

Hearing these words...

Shiyu trembled again, bit her lip, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Fujiwara Seiji.

Twenty thousand a day, that's six hundred thousand a month.

Her father was a mid-level manager in the company, and that's how he earned his salary.

With this amount of money, you can support her for six months. It's impossible to only let her provide services once every few days... In that case, why not pay by the number of times?

Being kept as a sugar daddy involves enjoying her life outside of providing services.

"Do you think that spending so much money will give you the freedom to 'not live together'?" Seiji Fujiwara sneered.

"Giving you so much money, I want to make sure that I can 'enjoy' you anytime, anywhere, whenever I want."

"do you understand?"

“…Yes.” Shi Yu couldn’t refute it, but her expression became extremely bitter.

She could almost see the dark, hellish days that would be hers for the next six months.

Endless domination, constant invasion, no freedom whatsoever, no dignity whatsoever.

Seeing the light in Shiyu's eyes shift from resistance and struggle to its final dimming, Fujiwara Seiji stood up with satisfaction.

He pulled up a stool, sat down in front of Shi Yu, and smiled as he looked at her moist, red lips:

"Now, as a reward for your good performance tonight, and also as your first lesson in adapting to your new identity."

Shiwa noticed Fujiwara Seiji's gaze and froze.

This kind of thing...

"I...I can't...I can't do it..." she whispered.

"This is your mother's life-saving money." Fujiwara Seiji simply took out the remaining money and threw it in front of Shiyu.

"It's done. I'll transfer the money to the hospital's account now."

"Can't do it well..."

He chuckled.

"That's enough for today. You'll have to figure out how to make the rest of the money yourself."

Shi Yu lowered her head sadly; she had no choice at all.

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……

Outside the door, the caretaker, Ms. Sato, had been waiting for a long time.

Just as she was about to give up, the door to Seiji Fujiwara's house suddenly opened.

Startled, she quickly hid at the corner of the stairs like a thief, only peeking out half her head.

Bang bang bang!

Shiyu stumbled and ran out of the room.

Her condition seems to be worse than before.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away.

The strangest thing was that he kept his hand tightly covering his mouth, as if he was trying his best to endure something, and his body was also slightly dry heaving.

The once neat school uniform now seemed somewhat disheveled.

boom!

Utaha didn't notice Ms. Sato at all. She turned around, ran into her own house, and slammed the door shut.

Inside the staircase.

A storm raged in Ms. Sato's heart.

This look...

And the clothes were all messy...

"No way... Could it really be what I thought, that young people are playing such wild games..."

A thought that made her blush and her heart race popped into her head uncontrollably.