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

When Hiroi Kikuri saw her, she immediately gave her a grateful smile: "Ryo-chan! Good morning! Thank you so much for last night!"

"Eat up." Yamada Ryo pushed a plate of breakfast in front of her.

Hiroi Kikuri was starving and didn't care about anything else, wolfing down her breakfast.

As she ate, she sincerely exclaimed, "Liangjiang, you're such a good person! Unlike Xinggejiang, who's so stingy!"

After finishing breakfast, she remembered her business and quickly took out her phone to call Eliza Shimizu.

As soon as the call connected, Eliza Shimizu's angry and worried roar burst from the receiver.

"Hiroi Kikuri!!! You still know how to make a phone call?! You 16-year-old hopeless alcoholic! Idiot! Scumbag!"

"I'm sorry... Eliza..."

Hiroi Kikusato skillfully held her phone away, apologizing with a silly grin while receiving a "love lesson" from her teammates.

After ten minutes of accusations from the other party, she obediently apologized, reported her current location, and then hung up the phone, waiting for the other party to come pick her up.

-

A short while later, a small Suzuki car pulled up in front of the Yamada residence.

Eliza Shimizu got out of the driver's seat and walked up to Ryo Yamada, bowing deeply to him.

"Yamada-kun, thank you so much! I've caused you so much trouble!"

"It's nothing." Yamada Ryo's expression remained calm and composed.

While thanking him, Shimizu Eliza subtly observed Yamada Ryo.

She noticed that Yamada Ryo today seemed somewhat different from the withdrawn girl she remembered.

Although her expression remained indifferent, her eyes now held a hint of adulthood.

Eliza didn't intend to delve into it further.

After confirming that Hiroi Kikuri was just suffering from a hangover, she grabbed Hiroi Kikuri's ear and dragged her into the car while cursing.

"I'm leaving! You troublemaker! I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Eliza, be gentle! Thank you, Ryou-chan! I'll come again next time!" Hiroi Kikuri grinned foolishly as she was shoved into the car.

The car started and slowly drove away.

"Goodbye." Yamada Ryo waved goodbye calmly.

……

On the way back, the cold wind blowing through the car window brought out Hiroi Kikuri's sharp intellect once again.

Not right.

Something's not right!

What happened last night couldn't have been that simple! That kid Yamada Ryo must have done something while I was drunk!

Hiroi Kikuri stroked her chin, her expression thoughtful.

She has a very high level of self-awareness.

She was an alcoholic, a nuisance, and almost everyone who knew her avoided her like the plague. But last night, Yamada Ryo's attitude in taking her in was just too kind!

It was as refreshing as if they were looking forward to her passing!

There must be some ulterior motive behind this!

Kikuri Hiroi narrowed her eyes, hesitating whether to find out what was going on behind the scenes.

As a top-tier alcoholic, she was also incredibly adept at feigning drunkenness.

Perhaps tonight, I can use the trick of "pretending to be drunk" to go to the Yamada's house again?

"Kikuri! Are you even listening to me?!" Eliza Shimizu's scolding continued from the side. "I'm telling you, you're not allowed to cause any more trouble for Yamada-kun! Did you hear me?!"

"I heard you, I heard you..." Hiroi Kikuri replied absentmindedly.

Eliza Shimizu sighed helplessly as she looked at her perfunctory attitude.

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help saying, "Kikuri... I'm not joking. From now on, even if you get drunk and sleep on the streets, don't bother Yamada-kun anymore. If you really have nowhere to go, come find me."

Her intuition told her that the Yamada family was now in a dangerous vortex.

She had to protect her friend who wasn't thinking straight.

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Hiroi Kikuri looked thoughtfully at her friend.

She noticed that Eliza had a solemn expression on her face that she had never seen before.

So it wasn't just me. Did Eliza also sense that something was wrong?

This only strengthened her resolve to uncover the secret behind it!

"Okay—! I understand, Eliza!" She agreed obediently on the surface, but in her heart, she had already planned out her entire scheme for tonight.

……

……

Night falls. The Yamada residence.

Seiji Fujiwara was skillfully massaging Ryo Yamada's lower back as he lay face down on the bed.

"Mmm... Ah... Seiji... Be gentle..."

Yamada Ryo let out a groan that was both comfortable and tinged with pain.

Last night, she went all out. Especially with the encouragement of Hiroi Kikuri, her "spectator," she completely let loose, resulting in her back feeling like it was about to break all day today, and she hasn't recovered her fighting spirit at all.

"Now you know to beg for mercy?" Fujiwara Seiji said with amusement as he pressed down on her. "Who was so excited last night?"

"It's all because of your stamina monster..." Yamada Ryo sighed, "Luckily... you have other people. Otherwise, if it were just me alone, I would have been played to death in bed by you sooner or later."

“Haha,” Seiji Fujiwara laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to each other soon.”

He recalled the project report about "Puella Magi Madoka Magica".

"The animation project I invested in is about to enter its final stages. At that time, the production team will come to Tokyo to discuss broadcasting and subsequent cooperation with the TV station. Those two guys are on the team."

"Yes." Yamada Ryo was already mentally prepared for this.

……

……

At the same time, in a dimly lit alley in Shimokitazawa.

With a pained expression, Hiroi Kikusato roughly poured an entire box of cheap shochu onto his face and body.

The cold liquor slid down her cheeks and neck, soaking her T-shirt and making her shiver in the cool night breeze.

"Ugh... my wine... what a waste..."

As she leaned against him, tears welled up in her eyes with heartache.

She had saved up her spare change for several days to buy this, intending to savor it slowly.

But this sacrifice is worthwhile in order to uncover the truth!

It's like a rock musician smashing their beloved guitar on stage—a necessary sacrifice!

After doing all this, she still felt unsatisfied and brought the empty wine box to her lips, forcefully sucking out the last drop of alcohol remaining at the bottom of the box before reluctantly throwing it into the trash can.

She took a deep breath, feeling the strong "drunkenness" emanating from her body, before taking a fake gait and staggering toward Setagaya Ward.

Today, she has no money left to take a taxi.

As she walked, Kikuri Hiroi tried hard to recall the blurry scenes from last night.

She managed to piece together a picture from those bizarre fragments—she seemed to actually see a shirtless man in the Yamada family's living room.

“But how could that be?” She immediately shook her head, dismissing the absurd idea.

"Liangjiang is only sixteen... Although she always says 'rock and roll is about playing with women,' she's actually more conservative than anyone else. How could she possibly bring a man home... especially a naked man..."

"It can't be... that famous Fujiwara-sensei, right? Hahahaha..."

She muttered a joke to herself that even she thought was impossible, and then stopped thinking about it.

……

……

Soon, after walking for nearly an hour, Hiroi Kikuri finally arrived at the door of the Yamada residence again.

She tidied herself up, making herself look more "drunk," before reaching out and pressing the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

"Liangjiang! I'm here again! Open the door!"

Inside the room, Yamada Ryo and Fujiwara Seiji, who were enjoying a massage, were both startled and then looked at each other.

Both of them wore identical amused expressions.

"This audience... they even have an encore function?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled softly.

"I didn't expect her to actually dare to come." A cold smile curled at the corner of Yamada Ryo's lips. "Although we can't have a 'formal performance' tonight, we can still have an 'unplugged mini-live'."

“We can’t miss this.” Seiji Fujiwara nodded in agreement.

Just like last night, Yamada Ryo straightened his clothes and walked to the door.

"Click."

The door is opened.

Hiroi Kiku immediately flashed her signature ingratiating smile, clasped her hands together, and began to beg for a place to stay.

Just like last night, Yamada Ryo readily agreed and warmly invited her in.

Upon entering the house, Hiroi Kikuri immediately turned her gaze to the living room.

Then, her brain went blank.

A man was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, only a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his powerful chest and abdominal muscles.

And that face...

It was none other than the one who had recently gone viral on television and the internet, hailed as a "genius writer"—

Seiji Fujiwara!

boom--!

Hiroi Kikuri's brain went completely blank, as if it had been hit by a nuclear bomb, and she almost couldn't maintain her feigned drunkenness.

She stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful."

Yamada Ryo promptly caught her and half-dragged, half-supported her as he pressed her onto the sofa.

“Seiji,” Yamada Ryo said casually, as if discussing the weather, “look, our audience has come to us again. She seems to still be enjoying last night as well.”

"Really?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled. "Then we can't let the audience down. But, you went through so much trouble with your 'backdoor' last night, are you sure you can pull it off today?"

Back door?!

When Hiroi Kikuri heard those two words, it was as if she had been struck by lightning!

She stared in shock, her eyes wide.

Those awful memories from last night, were they actually real?!

I... I was actually part of this forbidden play between these two people?!

She felt her worldview being mercilessly crushed into pieces at that moment.

“The formal performance might not be up to par,” Yamada Ryo’s voice carried a hint of provocation, “but a spectacular foreplay is more than enough.”

As she spoke, just like last night, she took out the bottle of "14th Generation Longquan" from the liquor cabinet and handed it to Hiroi Kikuri.

"Come on, Kiku-senpai, have a drink."

Looking at the bottle of wine she had always dreamed of, Hiroi Kikuri felt as if it were Pandora's box.