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

Normally, it wouldn't be impossible to swallow it.

But if you keep it in your mouth, then...

Eriri felt she couldn't stand it.

"Oh? Are you disobeying the referee's orders?" Seiji Fujiwara's eyes turned cold instantly.

Eriri was so frightened by his cold gaze that she dared not speak again and could only lower her head in humiliation.

"No...no..."

"As for Utaha, you can try out Eriri's 'Slime'."

Shi Yu's lips twitched violently.

She puffed out her chest haughtily and looked at the two pink gels with utter disdain.

"Hehe, these kinds of vulgar toys that only people with small breasts would find troublesome don't pose any challenge to me at all."

Although she said that, the thought of her breasts, which had been ravaged by Seiji Fujiwara, being covered by this sticky stuff made her skin crawl.

“As for Ryo,” Seiji Fujiwara looked at Ryo Yamada, “…you come and feel Utaha’s heart rate.”

Upon hearing this, Yamada Ryo silently reached out, took the heart rate vibrator, and nodded in acceptance.

“Of course,” Fujiwara Seiji said, finally looking at the most pitiful “bottom-ranked” one, “Eri, as punishment, you still have to sit in my lap to complete this movie viewing.”

-

An hour later. In the living room.

A Hollywood urban romance film is playing on the huge television screen.

Seiji Fujiwara leaned back leisurely in the center of the sofa.

Yamada Ryo lay seemingly contentedly beside him. But her tightly pressed legs and the occasional, uncontrollable contraction of her lower abdomen betrayed that she was not as calm as she appeared.

That heart rate* was also a novel challenge for her.

She could feel her heartbeat slowly increasing, and the frequency of the little toy was also steadily increasing.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, dressed in a classic black and white maid outfit, knelt on the other side of Fujiwara Seiji, massaging his shoulders expressionlessly.

But her increasingly active "slime" due to her rising body temperature also forced her to be careful with every breath.

That thing was much more powerful than she had imagined; her hands were shaking.

And the most tragic one is Eriri.

She sat stiffly in Fujiwara Seiji's lap.

Not only did she have that special candy in her mouth, but she could also clearly feel the powerful presence of Seiji Fujiwara, an undeniable pressure emanating from behind her.

This double torment made her feel completely surrounded!

In addition, to her left was Yamada Ryo's "inquisitive" gaze.

To her right was Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze, filled with "sympathy."

This extreme sense of shame, like being publicly executed, made Eriri feel like her brain was about to stop thinking.

She bit her lip hard, swallowing all the sounds back down.

But her body was getting hotter and hotter.

Her (Zhao Zhao's) breathing became increasingly rapid.

Her vision began to blur.

finally,

Accompanied by the earth-shattering explosion when the male protagonist detonates the final boss in the movie,

Eriri's body, like a bomb that had been detonated, jerked backward violently.

In a silent spasm, he completely lost consciousness.

She fainted from shame.

-

That night, late at night.

Seiji Fujiwara went to Eriri's room.

Looking at the blonde girl lying on the bed, her face full of fatigue, he shook his head helplessly. "Her mental fortitude is still too weak."

He leaned down and placed a comforting kiss on her forehead.

Then he turned and left.

Then, Seiji Fujiwara arrived at the door of Utaha's room.

If there was a knock, they would simply push the door open and enter.

In the room, only a dim bedside lamp was on. Shi Yu was lying on her side on the bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket, which outlined her exquisite and graceful curves.

“Seiji…” She looked at the uninvited man, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Shhh."

Seiji Fujiwara stepped forward and gently pressed a finger against her soft lips.

"It's been so long, don't waste time, let me feel your inner self."

……

the next day,

Kasumigaoka Utaha, dragging her trembling legs that seemed no longer to belong to her,

Holding onto the wall, I slowly and laboriously made my way down the stairs.

In the living room.

Yamada Ryo secretly rejoiced that it was Shiho who had been tormented, otherwise it would have been her who was in this terrible state.

Looking back on the craziness of the past.

The girl couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at Fujiwara Seiji's physical strength and fighting prowess.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 108 of *Puella Magi Madoka Magica* is playing! (1/2)

After the three women got up one after another.

Seiji Fujiwara also got up, leaned back on the sofa, and made coffee.

His gaze casually swept across the living room, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He still fondly remembered last night's "punishment time," especially Eriri, who fainted in shame during the climax of the movie. Her rabbit-like fragility made him eager to experience it again.

As for Shi Yu... hehe, this guy's resilience is indeed formidable, but in the end he still managed to subdue him completely.

"The Shura Field Game, truly the best game in the world," Seiji Fujiwara thought to himself.

As a transmigrator who was reincarnated from a corporate slave, what he enjoys most is this sense of control—three two-dimensional goddesses revolve around him, each with their own unique charm: Shiyu's sharp tongue and arrogance, Eriri's tsundere cuteness, and Yamada Ryo's calm and composed demeanor.

During his working-class days, he couldn't even have a girlfriend, but now he can "train" them at will. This contrast fills him with motivation every day.

Last night's exchange of props elicited unique reactions from each of them, making him unable to resist.

Faint footsteps could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Seiji Fujiwara turned his head and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha leaning against the wall, slowly making her way down.

Her face was still pale, her legs were trembling slightly, and under her loose nightgown, the red marks left from last night were faintly visible, standing out against her fair skin.

Her black hair was a little messy, and her usually haughty eyes now carried a hint of weariness and resentment.

His walking posture was slightly awkward, and every step seemed to be as if he was enduring some kind of discomfort.

Noticing Fujiwara Seiji's gaze, Utaha rolled her eyes, inwardly cursing:

Damn it, that was too brutal!

Although you had some initiative, you still can't...

As if thinking of something unsavory, her cheeks involuntarily flushed.

"Yo, Shiyu, good morning. Looks like you slept well last night?" Fujiwara Seiji greeted her with a smile, his tone full of teasing. He deliberately glanced at her legs, his smile deepening.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him, then barely managed to sit down on the sofa: "Shut up... You were so rough last night, my legs are still weak. I should never have played that stupid game."

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, but more so a sense of helplessness after being conquered.

Last night in the room, Seiji Fujiwara didn't give her any chance to catch her breath, and directly used his actions to let her experience the aftermath of the "exchange of props".

The process of going from "slime" to "full-scale invasion" almost caused her brain to crash.

Even now, thinking back, her cheeks still feel faintly hot—it was supposed to be punishment, so why did she end up asking for it herself?

She bit her lip, feeling a surge of shame and indignation.

Has she really been turned into a pervert by Seiji Fujiwara?

At this time.

Ryo Yamada came out of the kitchen, carrying a simple breakfast: fried eggs, bread, and milk.

　077 She glanced at Shi Yu, then calmly sat down: "Looks like you were quite exhausted last night. Luckily, I'm the winner."

A hint of schadenfreude flashed in her blue eyes, but more than that, she felt a sense of unease about Seiji Fujiwara's "fighting prowess."

She was still surprised when she recalled the noise she heard in the middle of the night.

Seiji's stamina and skill are terrifying. If it were her, it wouldn't be Utaha struggling to get downstairs today, but her.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu's lips twitched: "You blue-haired pervert... last night you had that thing in your mouth and even swallowed it, don't you feel disgusted?"

She thought to herself: This woman is definitely one of Fujiwara Seiji's kind! Pervert!

At the same time, she also admired Yamada Ryo's composure; his calm and collected attitude made even her, the first wife, feel a little pressured.

Yamada Ryo shrugged, his blue eyes calm and unfazed: "It's good that you won. Besides, I'm used to that taste."

As she spoke, she licked her lips, as if savoring something.

This sentence almost made Shiyu spit out her drink. She thought to herself: This woman is definitely one of Fujiwara Seiji's kind!

But she couldn't help but recall Yamada Ryo's "demonstration" last night. His composure shocked her and made her a little envious—if she could be that calm, she wouldn't be so completely under this man's thumb.

At that moment, Eriri also came downstairs.

Her face was flushed and her hair was a mess. After fainting last night, she was carried back to her room by Seiji Fujiwara in a daze. When she woke up, she found herself in clean pajamas, but the shameful memory made her unable to look people in the eye.

Especially when she thought about the public execution she was subjected to from both above and below during the climax of the movie, she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

At this moment, Eriri's legs were still a little weak, and she cursed inwardly: Seiji is such a bastard, he's bullying me too much!

But at the same time, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart—the feeling of being completely conquered made this proud girl both annoyed and somewhat addicted.

"Makoto, Seiji...you bastard! You bullied me so much last night!"

Eriri pounced on the sofa and punched Seiji Fujiwara, but the force was weak, like she was being coquettish.

Her face flushed, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings: Why did she always feel... a little happy whenever he bullied her?

Ugh, what's wrong with me?!

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled and ruffled her blonde hair. "Who told you to be last? Try harder next time, Eriri. By the way, you looked pretty cute when you fainted." He deliberately leaned close to her ear and teased her in a low voice, his breath making her ears burn.

Eriri blushed as red as a boiled shrimp: "Idiot! Stop talking!"

She screamed inwardly: This guy always knows how to hit my weak points.

During breakfast, the three women's interactions became increasingly ambiguous.

Utaha deliberately nudged Fujiwara Seiji under the table with her foot, Eriri blushed and fed him a bite of bread, while Yamada Ryo quietly leaned against him, occasionally casting a meaningful glance at him.

Seiji Fujiwara was enjoying himself, occasionally flirting back: "Shiha, your moans last night were quite lovely. How about recording them next time?"

"Go to hell!" Shi Yu threw a piece of bread at him and rolled her eyes.