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

Ms. PA's initial resistance gradually turned into surprise, and then, she succumbed to it...

She felt an unprecedented, intense desire surging wildly from the depths of her heart.

She felt as if the man in front of her truly controlled the switch within her body that controlled "happiness".

He could easily bring her to the ultimate pleasure a woman could experience.

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After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a high-pitched and satisfied scream, Ms. PA's body went completely limp in extreme spasms.

Her consciousness was blank, filled only with the unparalleled pleasure that surged in wave after wave.

When she regained consciousness, the way she looked at Seiji Fujiwara had completely changed.

There was no longer any resistance or disdain; instead, there was a passionate sense of wonder and longing.

She realized for the first time that being a woman could be so joyful!

Ms. Pa completely changed her previous opinion.

“Mr. Fujiwara…” her voice became hoarse and seductive, “I want more…”

She clung to him enthusiastically, urging Seiji Fujiwara to continue.

But Seiji Fujiwara stopped at that moment.

His greatest skill is manipulating people's hearts.

"Want it?" He smiled and pinched Ms. PA's chin. "Just saying it won't do."

"You have to learn to please me with your own body."

“You…” Ms. PA rolled her eyes. Although her face still carried a hint of the reserve and arrogance of an adult woman, her body had already reacted honestly.

"Stingy guy..."

She muttered a curse under her breath, then looked at Fujiwara Seiji with a seductive gaze, "So... what should we do?"

"It's very simple."

Seiji Fujiwara whispered a few words in her ear.

Ms. PA's face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

But this time, she did not resist.

Under Fujiwara Seiji's guidance, she awkwardly rolled over and lay on top of him.

Her warm, smooth skin touched him intimately.

Following Fujiwara Seiji's example, she moved gently in an extremely slow yet provocative rhythm.

She offered up her amazing softness and silky smoothness without reservation.

During this time, Seiji Fujiwara lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.

But Ms. PA subconsciously turned her head away, her face showing a very obvious resistance and awkwardness.

Although Fujiwara Seiji felt a little confused, he didn't think much of it, assuming that she hadn't completely let go yet.

He didn't force it, but continued his "normal offensive," enjoying the unique charm he had personally cultivated.

……

……

It took a full hour before Ms. PA was finally released.

She lay on the messy bed, her face glowing, radiating an aura of languid contentment, as if thoroughly nourished by rain and dew.

She felt that her life had reached an unprecedented peak tonight.

She now feels that even putting aside Xingge's matter, she can't live without the man in front of her.

If... if I could become his regular sex partner, or even a long-term lover, it seems... quite nice, doesn't it?

Meanwhile, Seiji Fujiwara also felt that tonight's experience was wonderful.

Ms. PA's mature and voluptuous body, along with her unique charm that blends languor with a touch of wildness, brought him a different kind of sensory stimulation.

Each lost in their own thoughts, they savored the tranquility after the storm.

Soon, Ms. PA remembered the "real business" she had come for that evening.

She sat up in bed, wrapped her still slightly feverish body in the blanket, and looked at Seiji Fujiwara with a serious expression, continuing to talk about the demolition of StarryLiveHouse.

"Fujiwara-sensei, about Hoshika..."

This time, Seiji Fujiwara did not ignore her, but listened attentively to her entire account.

"Yes, I understand the general situation." He nodded. "I can help."

A joyful expression immediately appeared on Ms. PA's face.

“However,” Seiji Fujiwara said, then changed the subject, “I have a principle.”

"What principle?"

"I only help those who ask me for help." He looked at Ms. PA and said calmly, "If Ichika Hoshika is willing to come to me for help in person and pay the corresponding 'price,' then let alone a debt of tens of millions, even helping her rebuild the most top-class LiveHouse in all of Japan would not be difficult for me."

Ms. PA's brows furrowed instantly.

She knows Xingge's personality too well.

That woman is such a proud and arrogant person, with an ego that's higher than the sky.

The reason she kept bearing it all on her own was that she didn't want to bow down to anyone, and even less did she want to... solve the problem by submitting herself to a man.

Did you expect her to actively seek help from Seiji Fujiwara and "pay a price"?

That would have been more painful for her than killing her.

Just as Ms. PA was racking her brains trying to figure out how to persuade her stubborn friend, her phone rang again, very inopportunely.

It's still Xingge.

"Why is this guy calling again..." Ms. PA muttered somewhat guiltily.

"Don't move!" she warned, glaring at the man beside her who seemed to be getting restless again.

Seeing her blustering yet cowardly appearance, Fujiwara Seiji innocently raised his hands in surrender.

Ms. PA was relieved and answered the phone.

"Hello? Xingge? Is there anything else?" She answered Xingge's question with a smile, just like always.

"PA-san, are you really okay? Your voice sounds a little hoarse?" Hoshika asked with concern on the other end of the phone.

Ms. PA's heart skipped a beat.

She subconsciously cleared her throat.

Indeed, her throat was already somewhat strained from that intense hour-long "battle".

"Cough cough... It's nothing, it's nothing, I just choked on the water..." she quickly explained.

"Really?" Xingge was still a little worried. "You didn't accidentally bite yourself again with your forked tongue, did you?"

"I've told you so many times, PA-san, you should really think about it and get surgery to fix it. Even though you say it won't affect your life, it's still a potential problem..."

"Split, fork, tongue?"

These three words, like three thunderclaps, simultaneously exploded in the ears of Ms. PA and Seiji Fujiwara.

Ms. PA's expression froze instantly.

Her body was as stiff as a stone. She didn't dare turn around to look at Fujiwara Seiji's expression beside her.

Upon hearing those three words, Seiji Fujiwara's expression shifted from initial astonishment to one of unprecedented excitement and curiosity.

A forked tongue?!

This was the first time he had ever seen someone with such a legendary "physiological characteristic" in real life!

No wonder!

No wonder she was so resistant to kissing just now!

So that's the secret that was hidden!

"I...I'm fine! Xingge, don't worry! I'm just a little tired and want to sleep! I'll talk to you later! Bye!"

Ms. PA almost shouted, and in a panic, ended the call.

She turned to Fujiwara Seiji, feigning nonchalance, and chuckled dryly, "Ha...haha...that's just a physical defect, it doesn't affect anything else..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fujiwara Seiji pounced on her again and pinned her to the bed.

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Episode 104: Utaha and Eriri come to Tokyo, the three girls meet (2/2)

"Let me go! You bastard! What do you think you're doing?!" Ms. PA struggled angrily, but her strength was nothing compared to Seiji Fujiwara.

"Don't move," Fujiwara Seiji commanded in an unyielding tone. "Let me see."

He grabbed her chin and forced her to open her mouth.

"Ugh..." Miss Pa was forced to open her mouth, revealing her pink tongue.

Then he saw it.

The pink tongue, like Medusa's snake tongue in mythology, was split in two from the middle.

That unique visual impact, full of strange beauty, instantly made Seiji Fujiwara's eyes even more excited.

He lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation.

During the deep kiss, Ms. PA's body quickly went limp, and all her struggles turned into weak moans.

Sensing Fujiwara Seiji's increasingly dangerous aura and irresistible strength, she was terrified and immediately begged for mercy:

"No, I can't... Fujiwara-sensei... This is my first time... I'm out of strength..."

“Is that so?” Seiji Fujiwara smiled and whispered in her ear in a mesmerizing voice, “Then let’s try another way.”

"Your mouth."

“I haven’t yet experienced the service of a ‘forked tongue’.”

Upon hearing this, Ms. PA's face flashed with resistance and disdain. She had no intention of doing something so despicable.

But at that moment, Seiji Fujiwara casually said:

"What? You don't want to contact me anymore?"

This one sentence instantly struck at Ms. PA's weak spot.

Her expression flickered. Thinking of the exhilarating feeling she had just experienced, as if she were floating on clouds, all her anger and shame were defeated by her body's most primal desires.

"hateful……"

Ms. PA muttered a complaint under her breath, but in the end, under that devilish gaze filled with amusement and a desire for control, she slowly closed her eyes.

……

The next day, Ms. PA left the hotel, exhausted.

She went into the convenience store and bought a bottle of ice water, but when the icy liquid slid down her throat, it only gave her a strange and humiliating sour feeling.

Last night's long "teaching session" left her feeling weak even when she was speaking.

As she walked, she felt incredibly ashamed and annoyed. At the same time, she secretly cursed her outspoken best friend a thousand times over.

"Ichiko Hoshika...you...big idiot!!!"

……

The next day, Ms. PA dragged her exhausted body out of the hotel, feeling like a sugarcane residue that had been drained of its last bit of strength.

Her mouth was sour.

Last night's intense "service" lasted for several hours, leaving her with little energy even to speak.