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

She stiffly took the bottle and drank it with difficulty.

She may seem to lead a carefree and unrestrained life, but deep down she is actually a very conservative person.

At this moment, having stumbled into a sex party scene that resembled an hentai anime, all she wanted to do was escape immediately!

Yamada Ryo and Fujiwara Seiji naturally noticed the stiffness and unnaturalness in her movements. They exchanged a glance and both revealed a knowing smile.

Soon, under the "enthusiastic urging" of the two, Hiroi Kikuri was forced to drink a large amount of sake.

Her feigned drunkenness gradually turned into a genuine state of semi-drunkenness.

Yamada Ryo then straightened her limp body, making her face him.

Then, she knelt down in front of Seiji Fujiwara, tilted her head back, and began her "service".

As Fujiwara Seiji enjoyed himself, he looked down at Yamada Ryo's delicate and aloof face, which was now flushed with emotion.

He couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

"As expected of my Liang, your mouth and tongue are even more flexible than your bass-playing fingers... It feels so good."

Hearing the praise, Yamada Ryo served even more diligently, straightening her back slightly and trying to swallow deeper, as if a princess were opening the castle gates to welcome intruders.

Hiroi Kikuri listened to the unbearable praise and looked at the vivid and sensual scene before her, and her whole body was burning up.

She just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or simply be numbed by the alcohol and pass out completely.

Not long after, Fujiwara Seiji seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he turned Yamada Ryo over so that her back was to him.

“Ah… Seiji… It’s right there…” Hiroi Kikuri couldn’t believe her eyes when she heard Yamada Ryo’s eagerness to ask for it, and his demeanor, which was completely different from his usual cold expression.

Is this still the same aloof and cold Liang Jiang?

She quietly opened her eyes a crack.

Upon seeing the scene of the two engaging in a fierce battle filled with primal savagery, her face flushed crimson, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the two quickly moved to another side of the living room, with their backs to her.

opportunity!

Hiroi Kikuri breathed a sigh of relief. She propped herself up and tiptoed slowly toward the entrance.

One step, two steps...

She successfully made her way to the entrance.

Freedom is within reach!

A faint smile of relief appeared on Hiroi Kikuri's face.

However, just as she was about to open the door and escape—

Two hands, one on the left and one on the right, silently landed on her shoulders.

A cold female voice and a smiling male voice rang in her ears simultaneously, like surround sound.

Where are you going?

"what--!!!"

Terrified, Hiroi Kikuri let out a scream that pierced the night sky.

But before she could utter a sound, a strong hand covered her mouth tightly.

Seiji Fujiwara pulled her into his arms from behind, easily dragging her back to the living room and throwing her onto the sofa.

Hiroi Kikuri huddled in the corner of the sofa, shivering.

Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada sat down on either side of her.

Chapter 97 Eliza: You're not going to let me go anyway, are you? (5/5)

"It seems you know our secret." Yamada Ryo's tone remained indifferent, but a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"So, you only have two paths before you," Fujiwara Seiji added with a smile. "Either join us, or you'll have to shut your mouth forever."

After saying that, he slowly released his hand from Hiroi Kikuri's mouth.

"Can...can I...not choose any of them?" Hiroi Kikuri asked with a dry laugh.

“Sure,” Fujiwara Seiji nodded.

Just as Kikuri Hiroi was about to break into a delighted smile, she realized that Seiji Fujiwara had hoisted her up in one swift motion!

"Since you can't choose, I'll choose the first one for you."

"Ahhhh! Let me go! I don't want to! Help!" Hiroi Kikuri struggled desperately, punching and kicking, but all her resistance was futile against Fujiwara Seiji's steel-like arms.

She was carried into the bathroom without any explanation.

"Liang, peel her clean."

"Yes, Seiji."

Under the "cooperation" of the two, Hiroi Kikuri was quickly stripped naked and thrown into the huge bathtub.

Under Seiji Fujiwara's skillful techniques, she quickly went from fear and resistance to comfort and immersion.

Her body betrayed her will, trembling in unfamiliar pleasure.

Looking at Seiji Fujiwara's strikingly handsome face and feeling his muscular physique brimming with masculine hormones, an absurd thought popped into Kikuri Hiroi's mind—

It seems...it seems like being with a handsome guy like that wouldn't be so bad?

Rather, I'd say I made a profit!

The thought made her feel ashamed, yet she couldn't suppress it.

With a change of mind, the world suddenly becomes vast.

Kikuri Hiroi quickly and willingly cooperated.

"Welcome to the team, Kikuri-senpai." Yamada Ryo, who had been watching the whole thing from the side, clapped his hands expressionlessly.

Kikumi Hiroi blushed deeply and could only cover her face with her hands.

Seiji Fujiwara smiled and gently pried her hands away, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle."

Then, he slowly entered.

Kikuri Hiroi's body was indeed as slender as she gave off an impression.

Her waist was so thin it looked as if it would break at any moment, and there was almost no excess fat under her skin, only a thin layer of elastic muscle.

This kind of slender beauty is completely different from Yamada Ryo's proportionate figure, Eriri's slender figure, and Utaha's graceful figure.

She possessed a morbid and decadent beauty, a beauty born from burning life in alcohol and music.

The moment he entered, Seiji Fujiwara experienced something completely different from possessing Ryoji Yamada.

It was an extreme tightness and enveloping sensation, as if exploring a delicate yet beautiful night-blooming cereus bud, causing him to slow his movements, afraid that he might accidentally damage this precious work of art.

Just as he was about to enjoy himself, Hiroi Kikuri in his arms turned pale and went limp.

"I can't take it anymore... My head is so dizzy..."

Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada were both startled and immediately stopped what they were doing.

"what happened?"

"I didn't eat lunch or dinner..." Hiroi Kikuri said weakly, "It's probably low blood sugar..."

Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The atmosphere instantly vanished.

The two quickly pulled Hiroi Kikuri out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the living room, and gave her a strong cup of red ginger syrup.

After drinking it, Hiroi Kikuri's complexion improved slightly, but she was still pale.

Seiji Fujiwara touched her forehead, looked at her condition, and shook his head helplessly: "It's probably an electrolyte imbalance. Let's go to the hospital."

And so, what was supposed to be a vibrant and exciting party turned into a midnight emergency.

On the drive to the hospital, Kikuto Hiroi huddled in the back seat, apologizing incessantly, her face full of remorse.

"I'm sorry... Fujiwara-sensei... Yamada-kun... It's all my fault..."

"It's nothing," Fujiwara Seiji said nonchalantly.

“It’s alright,” Yamada Ryosuke turned around and looked at her meaningfully, “Anyway, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to ‘atone’ in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Hiroi Kikuri blushed and dared not say another word.

……

……

A short while later, the car arrived at the hospital.

After blood tests, the doctor determined that Kikuto Hiroi's condition was caused by severe electrolyte imbalance and hypoglycemia due to long-term alcohol consumption and irregular eating habits.

So, Seiji Fujiwara went to pay the bill, and Ryo Yamada went to a nearby convenience store to buy a late-night snack.

Hiroi Kikuri lay alone on a hospital bed in the emergency room, receiving an IV drip.

……

Meanwhile, at home, Eliza Shimizu had a furrowed brow.

She turned on her computer and searched for all the news about the Yamada family, Seiji Fujiwara, and "Genesis".

As she pieced together all the clues, a conclusion that left her with a complex expression came to mind.

She suspected that there was an unusual relationship between Yamada Ryo and Fujiwara Seiji.

"Ugh……"

She sighed deeply. "It's their own choice, and as an outsider, I can't really comment. But in any case, it's best for me to keep my distance from people like Seiji Fujiwara."

She shook her head, and just as she was about to turn off the computer and go to sleep, she inexplicably thought of Hiroi Kikuri, who had been unusually quiet all day.

"That idiot, is he in trouble again?"

Driven by a touch of curiosity, she dialed the number of Kikuri Hiroi.

The call actually went through.

The receiver carried the incredibly weak voice of Kikuri Hiroi.

"Hey...Eliza..."

"Kikuri?!" Eliza Shimizu was startled by her weak voice. "What's wrong?! What's wrong with your voice?!"

"I haven't eaten... I have electrolyte imbalance... I'm in the hospital now... on an IV drip..."

"The hospital?!" Eliza Shimizu jumped up from the sofa instantly. "Why did you go to the hospital?! Who took you there?!"

"It's...it's Fujiwara-sensei...and Ryou-chan..."

Eliza Shimizu's brain buzzed.

Her worst fears came true!

She demanded, "You... went to the Yamada's house again tonight?!"

“…Yes,” Hiroi Kikuri replied weakly.

"Hiro! Ii! Kiku! Ri!"

Eliza Shimizu was furious. She roared into the phone, "Which hospital are you at?! Send me the address! You just wait! I'm coming right now!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone, grabbed her car keys, and rushed out of the house.

On the way to the hospital.

Two figures kept appearing alternately in Eliza's mind.

One was Kikuto Hiroi, whose voice on the phone sounded so weak it seemed she might die at any moment.

The other one is Seiji Fujiwara, who is always full of vigor in the news and surrounded by all kinds of beautiful girls.

A terrifying thought popped into her head—had Kikuri already been harmed by that man?!

In her view, although Seiji Fujiwara is still a high school student in name, the wealth and power he controls, and his skillful manipulation of capital, all prove that he is essentially a "social person"!