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

Yamada Ryo stared wide-eyed in astonishment, "This...this is for me?"

"Do you like it?" Seiji Fujiwara asked gently.

Yamada Ryo nodded vigorously.

This brand...

It perfectly matches her idea.

Pursuing individuality...

Isn't this the music she's always wanted?

“And…” Seiji Fujiwara continued, “you can bring Nijika and your band in too. Make music together in a relaxed atmosphere. No need to worry about contracts, salaries, or anything like that.”

Yamada Ryo could no longer hold back.

She turned around, cupped Fujiwara Seiji's face in her hands, and kissed him.

Her slender legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, as if she wanted to completely merge into his body.

Seiji Fujiwara returned her kiss.

Silent all night.

……

……

The next morning, at the Fujiwara residence, in the master bedroom.

Morning light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The room was a mess.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

The bed sheet was crumpled into a ball.

There were also various...small toys, casually tossed around the bed.

Seiji Fujiwara opened his eyes and subconsciously checked the time—6:30 in the morning.

He lowered his head.

In his arms, Yamada Ryo was still fast asleep.

The girl's body, 2.6 cm long, was curled up in his arms, and traces of the previous night still remained on her smooth back.

Seiji Fujiwara reached out and gently stroked her back.

My fingers traced her spine, feeling its delicate, smooth texture.

The soft, warm body in his arms seemed to belong to him naturally.

He closed his eyes and began to ponder leisurely.

He has now won over three beautiful girls—Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sawamura Eriri, and Yamada Ryo.

“Each of them has their own unique characteristics,” Fujiwara Seiji murmured to himself.

Ryo Yamada is the most unique.

Their acceptance of various gameplay styles is surprisingly high.

No, it's not just about high acceptance.

It's almost as if they're... eager to try!

Every time he suggested a new way to play, Yamada Ryo was even more enthusiastic than him, his eyes always sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

"Seiji, would you like to try this?"

"This... seems quite interesting..."

"That... is fine too..."

Sometimes, Seiji Fujiwara even felt—

Yamada Ryo was even more enthusiastic than him.

This may be related to her personality.

Cold on the surface, but passionate on the inside.

……

As for Kasumigaoka Utaha...

Seiji Fujiwara couldn't help but smile when he thought of her.

"Can't you think of anything else?"

"Even monkeys in heat aren't this excited!"

He always had a disdainful look on his face.

But whatever he asked, Shiyu would do it.

Moreover, as time went on, this first wife became increasingly adept at anticipating his intentions and catering to his preferences.

Only when he makes some rather unreasonable demands...

Shi Yu rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Can you just shut up for a second?

"This is absolutely insane!"

But I will still obediently do as instructed.

That contrast between being sharp-tongued but having a lot to say...

It's so interesting that Seiji Fujiwara never gets tired of it.

……

As for Eriri, she's another interesting character.

Chapter 91 Rainbow Summer: Ryo, did Fujiwara-sensei hurt you? (1/2)

Every time I ask her to do something, she is unwilling and full of resistance.

"do not want!"

"I don't want to do such a thing!"

"Pervert! Otaku!"

But as long as the attitude becomes tough.

"Well……"

Eriri would immediately soften and do as she was told, looking aggrieved.

and……

Eriri gets especially excited when asked to act out scenes from her own comic book.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of shame and excitement.

The body's reactions will also become more sensitive.

But afterwards, she would put on an elegant young lady act and deny it to the death.

"I...I didn't..."

"That was just... just a natural bodily reaction..."

"Degeneration is just a plot in doujinshi; how could it possibly happen in reality!"

That stubborn, defiant attitude is just too cute.

at this time--

Yamada Ryo, who was in his arms, frowned slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes.

"Hmm..." She yawned, her voice a little hoarse, "Seiji... good morning..."

Then she instinctively tried to turn over.

But the moment it moved—

"hiss--!"

Yamada Ryo jolted, then instantly collapsed.

"Cool?" Seiji Fujiwara quickly helped her up.

Yamada Ryo's body trembled uncontrollably, and his skin instantly turned flushed.

Her eyes were glazed over, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing softly.

Seiji Fujiwara finally understood.

He carefully picked up Yamada Ryo and laid him flat on the bed beside him.

With the separation of the body—

A large amount of liquid gushed out.

White, viscous, mixed with other liquids...

A strong smell filled the air.

Seiji Fujiwara watched this scene and sighed helplessly.

"Liang, don't do that again. You can't handle it."

Yamada Ryo lay on the bed, his chest heaving violently.

Her eyes were still a little hazy, but a wistful smile played on her lips.

"So that's what it feels like to leave something inside all night without it coming out..." she murmured to herself.

She tried moving her legs.

Then--

"Hmm..."

She quickly squeezed her legs together.

"It seems like... if I just lift my leg, I'm going to..." Yamada Ryo's face turned even redder, "...on the spot..."

Seiji Fujiwara was even more helpless.

He bent down and picked up the still trembling Yamada Ryo: "I'll take you to the guest room to rest."

Yamada Ryo nestled obediently in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Seiji Fujiwara carried her out of the master bedroom and into the guest room next door. He gently placed her on the clean bed and covered her with a blanket.

"Get some rest," he said.

Yamada Ryo nodded and closed his eyes.

Seiji Fujiwara sat by the bed for a while, and only got up and left after confirming that her breathing was steady.

……

……

after an hour.

Yamada Ryo finally recovered.

She sat up and picked up her phone from the bedside table.

I checked the time—8 a.m.

Then she skillfully opened the school's app and applied for sick leave.

Reason: Physical discomfort.