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

Hiroi Kikuri's hazy, drunken eyes swept over Fujiwara Seiji's perfectly sculpted chest and abs, and she mumbled incoherently, "Ryou-chan... why does it look like there's a naked man in your house..."

Don't worry about the details.

Yamada Ryo's voice came from the side.

She expressionlessly straightened Hiroi Kikuri's head, which was turning around erratically, and then, as if by magic, took out a bottle of expensive sake from the liquor cabinet behind her and stuffed it directly into Hiroi Kikuri's arms.

That was a bottle of "Fourteen Generations of Longquan," which Seiji Fujiwara usually bought to drink.

"Whoaaah!"

The moment she saw the large, gold-embossed characters on the bottle, Hiroi Kikuri let out a gasp of pure bliss that nearly made her faint.

"Dragon, Dragon Spring?! Is it the legendary Dragon Spring?! I... I can actually touch it with my own hands!"

She held the wine bottle, looking as happy as a three-year-old child.

As for that "naked man" from earlier, she had long forgotten about him.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Hiroi Kikuri shouted, unscrewed the bottle cap, and, holding the bottle, began to gulp down the liquor.

Yamada Ryo turned to Fujiwara Seiji, giving him a smug look that said, "See? Just like I told you."

Seiji Fujiwara could only helplessly shrug, indicating that he was completely convinced.

The "Longquan" has a very strong aftereffect.

Soon, after downing most of the bottle, Hiroi Kikuri's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the sofa, completely drunk, turning into a "corpse" that could only chuckle foolishly.

Yamada Ryo stepped forward, carefully checked, and found that she was indeed completely drunk. He then adjusted her body, like manipulating a doll, so that she was facing the open space in the center of the living room.

That will be the main stage for tonight's performance.

After doing all this, she walked up to Seiji Fujiwara again and slowly unbuttoned her loungewear...

"Come on, Seiji."

Seiji Fujiwara could no longer suppress the fire in his heart.

A thrilling "battle" officially began in front of Hiroi Kikuri, the "spectator".

Seiji Fujiwara could clearly feel that Ryo Yamada beneath him was more passionate and excited than ever before.

The way she openly displayed her possession in front of a third party seemed to greatly please her "eccentric" soul.

This extreme excitement was also fed back to Seiji Fujiwara through her body's reaction.

This caused his "experience" tonight to skyrocket exponentially.

……

……

In a daze, Hiroi Kikuri seemed to have a very long and strange dream.

In her dream, she seemed to hear many vulgar and offensive words.

She seemed to see two dazzlingly white bodies, on the living room carpet, sofa, and even the bar, frantically entwining and colliding in various positions she had only ever seen in those banned magazines.

It was as if I could smell a rich, sweet, and vibrant aroma.

But she was really too drunk.

The images and sounds were like looking through a thick layer of frosted glass—blurry, distorted, and unreal.

She just thought the dream was so noisy...

Then, she turned over, hugged the priceless bottle of "Longquan" in her arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Tokyo...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Tokyo...

Eliza Shimizu was pacing anxiously back and forth in her apartment.

Even in simple loungewear, her beauty was undeniable.

Her long, smooth, golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her delicate and gentle face appear like flawless white jade under the moonlight.

She was tall and slender, and a simple silk nightgown perfectly outlined her mature and beautiful figure, exuding a reassuring intellectual charm.

Normally, this reliable leader and lead singer of the SICKHACK band always has a gentle and reliable smile on her face, like an older sister.

But at this moment, her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed with worry, and her calm, beautiful eyes were filled with undisguised anxiety and exhaustion.

She glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour hand was pointing to midnight.

I dialed Hiroi Kikuri's number again, but still no one answered.

"Where did that idiot run off to again?!"

She asked all her friends who might know where Hiroi Kikuri was, but to no avail.

"Honestly... why do I always have to cause so much trouble for others..."

……

……

late at night.

On the master bedroom's large bed, a frenzied "rock and roll performance" finally came to an end.

The air was still filled with a decadent yet languid atmosphere.

Seiji Fujiwara leaned lazily against the headboard, savoring the tranquility that followed his conquest. The lingering sensation of the girl's body in his arms, each breath trembling with satisfaction.

Yamada Ryo, on the other hand, was like a cat whose strength had been completely drained, curled up in his arms, not wanting to move a single finger. Her body still retained the captivating blush that had lingered after her peak.

Neither of them spoke, simply enjoying the tranquility after the storm.

Seiji Fujiwara's hand gently stroked Ryo Yamada's smooth, silky back, feeling her even yet slightly weary breathing.

"Ha... Seiji, you're a monster..." After a long while, Yamada Ryo finally let out a satisfied sigh in a hoarse, almost breathy voice.

Seiji Fujiwara lowered his head, kissed her forehead, smiled, and said nothing.

Just then, an untimely vibration broke the tranquility in the living room.

It was Kikuri Hiroi's cell phone, which had been carelessly tossed onto the sofa.

"Hmm?" Seiji Fujiwara raised an eyebrow.

Yamada Ryo struggled to prop himself up from his embrace, frowning slightly in displeasure.

This drunkard is a troublemaker from head to toe.

She put on a silk robe, went barefoot, and walked into the living room.

Hiroi Kikuri's phone screen was flashing the caller ID – "Eliza".

Yamada Ryo thought for a moment and then pressed the redial button.

The phone was answered almost instantly after it rang, and a woman's voice filled with anxiety and panic came through the receiver.

"Kikuri?! You idiot! Where have you been?! Do you know how worried I've been?!"

Yamada Ryo listened to Shimizu Eliza's almost tearful voice on the other end of the phone, but his face remained completely calm.

She cleared her throat and spoke calmly:

"Hello, Ms. Shimizu. I'm Ryo Yamada."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

Several seconds passed before Eliza Shimizu's voice, filled with uncertainty and shock, rang out again: "...Yamada-kun? How could it be you? Where's Kikuri? Is she with you? Is she alright?"

“She’s fine.” Yamada Ryo said calmly. “She stayed at my place overnight and got completely drunk; she’s unconscious.”

"call……"

On the other end of the line came Eliza Shimizu's relieved gasp, "Y-that's great... I'm so glad she's with you... Thank you so much, Yamada-kun! I'm so sorry to have troubled you again!"

Her tone was full of gratitude.

After all, in her mind, Yamada Ryo was also currently embroiled in trouble.

She was filled with gratitude that they were willing to take in Kiku, this bigger troublemaker.

“I’m going to pick her up right now!” Eliza Shimizu said immediately.

“No need.” Yamada Ryo refused without hesitation. “It’s too late now. Let her rest here. You can come pick her up tomorrow.”

"Eh? But... this is too much trouble for you..."

"It's alright." Yamada Ryo's voice remained calm and unyielding. "It's settled then."

After saying that, she hung up the phone decisively.

On the other end of the phone, Eliza Shimizu was stunned by the busy tone.

She put down her phone, and the huge weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted. But then, a strange feeling crept into her heart like a vine.

Yamada's voice... seems a bit off.

That voice carried a languid and alluring quality that she had never heard before, the kind only found in mature women.

She subconsciously opened her phone's browser and entered the keyword "Yamada General Hospital".

News reports flooded in.

The various reports about "mysterious tycoons" and "Genesis President Seiji Fujiwara," coupled with Nijika's distraught appearance after returning home that night, and Yamada Ryo's unusual voice just now...

A vague idea began to surface in Eliza's mind.

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Like looking through a frosted window, she couldn't see clearly, but she could vaguely sense something unsettling behind it.

Money, power, beautiful girls...

When these words are combined, they usually lead to a sordid and realistic answer that ordinary people are unwilling to think about deeply.

She shook her head, not daring to think any further.

But in any case, one thought took root in her mind with unwavering clarity—that man named Fujiwara Seiji, and now Yamada Ryo, must be treated with caution and kept at a distance!

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The next morning.

Kikuto Hiroi woke up with a severe headache.

She covered her head, groggily sat up from the sofa, and looked around the unfamiliar yet incredibly luxurious living room.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much..." she murmured to herself, "Where... am I...?"

She tried hard to recall what had happened last night, but all she could think of were fragmented, bizarre images.

It seems like... they drank some very expensive wine...

It looks like... I saw a naked man with an amazing physique...

Then...it seems like some...something really happened...

She could sense that it was a terrible memory, but she couldn't recall exactly what it was.

The feeling was like having a erotic dream, but only remembering the excitement in the dream and forgetting the person in the dream.

"Never mind, I can't remember..." she said irritably, scratching her already messy pink hair.

"woke up?"

A cold voice came from the kitchen.

Yamada Ryo came over carrying two plates of simple breakfast—toasted bread and fried eggs.

She had changed into a clean school uniform and looked no different from usual, but there was a hint of languid charm in her eyes, as if she had been nourished.