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

Eliza Shimizu took a deep breath and raised her head: "...What do I need to give in return?"

Her voice was unusually calm.

He didn't look at Yamada Ryo again, but stared directly at Fujiwara Seiji with a look full of contempt and disgust.

"Photographs? Or videos?"

She sneered and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Go ahead and tell me. Isn't it just that you want to find something on me so you can then take action against me? I know this kind of tactic very well."

"..."

"..."

Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada were completely stunned.

They really didn't expect that this seemingly gentle and reliable blonde beauty would be so sensible and so... aware.

For a moment, neither of them knew whether they should continue acting.

However, Eliza Shimizu was no longer willing to give them time to hesitate.

She let out a sigh of resignation, and amidst their increasingly astonished gazes, she quickly walked up to Seiji Fujiwara.

She straightened her skirt and then knelt down.

"I don't have any recording equipment on me, so you can rest assured."

After saying that, Eliza opened her red lips, much to the utter astonishment of Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada.

Then, with an angry and humiliated look in her eyes, she gestured to Fujiwara Seiji—

You can take pictures now.

Now that things had come to this, Seiji Fujiwara knew that if he hesitated any longer, he wouldn't be a man.

Although the process was completely unexpected, the result was exactly what he wanted to see.

He also liked Shimizu Eliza, this beautiful blonde girl with a gentle exterior but a strong heart. As for the explanation... well, he could explain it later after everything was done.

"Heh, they're quite aware of their own limitations."

He immediately switched back to that "insidious gangster" voice, looking down at the girl in front of him and harassing her.

"Hmm? Is this your first time? You're still quite inexperienced. Here, your tongue should be like this... Yes, a little deeper... Very good, you learn quickly."

Although Eliza Shimizu was filled with displeasure and disgust, she knew that she was now like a fish on a chopping board, with no room for resistance.

For the sake of her friends and the band, she had no choice but to endure the humiliation and diligently learn the various techniques the other party taught her.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but it finally ended when her mouth started to ache.

A strong sense of humiliation flashed in Eliza Shimizu's eyes. After struggling for a long time, she finally moved her throat and swallowed the liquid full of masculine scent with difficulty.

Seiji Fujiwara took out his phone with a satisfied look on his face.

"Click."

He took a picture of Eliza Shimizu's face.

In the photo, Eliza Shimizu has her eyes slightly closed, with tears of humiliation still clinging to her long eyelashes, and her beautiful face is filled with suppressed anger.

Meanwhile, another long stick, still dripping with liquid, was brazenly poking her cheek.

……

……

After doing all this, Eliza Shimizu slowly stood up.

She wiped her lips hard with the back of her hand and looked coldly at Seiji Fujiwara.

"So, are you satisfied?"

Before Fujiwara Seiji could answer, Eliza continued, "However, it certainly won't end that easily, right?"

"A scumbag like you will definitely not let me go tonight."

Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada were stunned once again.

"Wait for me." Eliza Shimizu's tone was frighteningly calm. "I'm going to rinse my mouth. You can go wherever you want after that."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back.

Left standing there, Seiji Fujiwara and Ryo Yamada looked at each other, falling into a long silence.

After a long while, Yamada Ryo sighed in a dreamlike tone, "Seiji... I think I've met my match. Someone is even more proactive than me?"

Immediately, she reverted to her carefree demeanor, patting Fujiwara Seiji on the shoulder like a mischievous friend.

In the tone of a close friend, he congratulated, "Congratulations, Seiji. You've landed another top-tier one."

"Ha... Thanks." Fujiwara Seiji replied with a wry smile, just like a close friend.

He found that his relationship with Yamada Ryo seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.

They are increasingly resembling a pair of treacherous friends in cahoots.

……

……

In the hospital, Eliza Shimizu rushed into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and frantically rinsed her mouth. The anger and nausea in her heart almost consumed her.

Then, she suppressed all her emotions, put on a calm expression, and walked back to the ward.

"Eliza! You're back!" Upon seeing her, Hiroi Kikuri immediately stretched out her hand like a child, sobbing, "Please stay with me, okay? I'm so scared here all alone..."

Seeing her like this, Shimizu Eliza was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

It's all your fault, you idiot!

But her face showed no emotion whatsoever.

Eliza refused Hiroi Kikuri's request without hesitation: "The doctor said you're fine now and can be discharged after the IV drip is finished. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, she decisively turned and left.

As she walked out of the ward, she saw Yamada Ryo leaning against the wall in the corridor, seemingly waiting for her.

"Kikuri-senpai, I will stay here to take care of you," Yamada Ryo said calmly.

Eliza Shimizu simply nodded expressionlessly, not even bothering to say "thank you," and walked straight past her.

We walked outside the hospital.

Eliza looked up and saw Seiji Fujiwara sitting in the car, quietly parked at the door.

She took a deep breath, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

"Drive." The voice was icy.

Seiji Fujiwara started the car and, while driving, deliberately asked, "Where to? Your house, or the Yamada house?"

He paused deliberately, then added in a seductive and wicked tone, "By the way, the Yamada family has a lot of fun little toys. We can try them out together."

Upon hearing this, Eliza Shimizu's face immediately showed a look of disgust.

"Go to my house!"

She practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth.

Completely unaware that they had fallen into a trap.

A triumphant smile appeared on Seiji Fujiwara's face.

well.

Eliza Shimizu's address, got it!

……

……

The vehicle slowly drove into a quiet residential area.

Seiji Fujiwara parked his car in front of an apartment building that looked quite old. He looked up and observed the surroundings with great interest.

"Oh? So you live here." Seiji Fujiwara said softly, as if he had discovered something interesting.

This seemingly casual remark startled Eliza Shimizu.

not good!

Only then did she belatedly realize that she had revealed her address!

hateful!

Eliza clenched her fists secretly, her expression growing even colder.

"Get out of the car."

She led the way with a cold expression. Seiji Fujiwara followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

As I opened the door, a faint, feminine fragrance wafted towards me.

Upon entering the room, Eliza Shimizu went straight to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said, and then closed the bathroom door.

Seiji Fujiwara sat on her bed without any hesitation, looking around the small space.

In stark contrast to Eliza Shimizu's elegant, gentle, and meticulous appearance, her room is a sanctuary for a hardcore homebody.

The room was filled with all sorts of cardboard boxes, crammed full of doujinshi (fan-made comics), ranging from popular shonen manga to obscure yuri (girls' love) themes (bgcg).

The walls, wardrobes, and even under the bed were crammed with all sorts of cosplay costumes and props. A magical girl's wand leaned against the corner, and a cyber diva's electronic wig hung on the back of a chair, almost filling the entire space and leaving no room to step.

The only exception was the guitar stand protected in the corner, on which sat a beautiful Fender electric guitar.

……

A moment later, the bathroom door opened.

Eliza, freshly bathed and smelling wonderful, emerged wrapped in a clean white towel.

Her long, wet, golden hair was dripping water droplets, sliding down her graceful neck and into her deep, alluring collarbone.

She had clearly cleaned her mouth thoroughly as well, her lips appearing exceptionally rosy from repeated wiping.

Eliza walked up to Seiji Fujiwara, stopped, and said in a voice as if facing certain death:

"let's start."

Seiji Fujiwara, however, remained unhurried.

He stood up, his face still bearing that same smiling expression.

Instead of immediately untying the towel, he slowly admired her, gently tracing his fingertips across her smooth shoulders, her beautiful collarbone, and her flat yet firm abdomen...

"Don't rush." ​​He admired it while praising it repeatedly in his magnetic voice, "It's really great."

Eliza closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed with anger.

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled, stopped teasing her, and reached out to hook the edge of the bath towel.

The bath towel slowly slid down.

A mature yet youthful and vibrant, graceful body was displayed before him without reservation.

Their proud, upright forms, like two sacred snow-capped mountains, gleam with an alluring luster under the lights.

Eliza Shimizu kept her eyes closed the entire time, her body trembling slightly with shame and nervousness.

In her heart, she repeatedly reminded herself—

It's okay, just pretend you got bitten by a dog... bear with it, it'll pass...

Until Seiji Fujiwara began his "formal attack"...

His skillful technique easily pierced through all of Eliza's defenses, igniting the flames deep within her body.

Eliza could no longer maintain that feigned calm.

A suppressed, sweet moan escaped from her lips.

The sound was like a switch being turned on.