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

The entire banquet hall exploded instantly!

Cheers, screams, and incredulous gasps filled the air like a tsunami, nearly lifting the roof off the Imperial Hotel!

"Long live President Fujiwara!!!"

"I love you to death, President!!"

"I'm rich! I don't need to eat discounted convenience store lunches anymore!"

Everyone is going crazy!

As they looked at the mountains of banknotes, the employees' adoration had turned into fanatical faith!

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Shimokitazawa, StarryLiveHouse.

Ichi Nijika, holding her phone, paced back and forth excitedly behind the small bar, her face flushed.

"Manager! Manager!"

"Look! It's all over Twitter! Fujiwara... he actually handed out cash at the victory celebration! Good heavens! Ryo was there too, wasn't she? So she... struck it rich too?!"

"This is simply...this is even more outrageous than when my dad said he wanted to form the number one band in the galaxy!"

Ichi Hoshika silently wiped the glass in her hand, her face bearing a complex and indescribable expression.

She looked at the photo on her phone screen, a photo that had been taken without her consent but was still clear.

In the photo, Seiji Fujiwara is surrounded by countless enthusiastic employees, enjoying the worship of the masses like a king.

Beside him, the three incredibly beautiful girls were like the most dazzling jewels, adorning his crown.

"Handsome, capable, and so generous..."

Xingge murmured to herself, a sigh escaping her lips. She felt a pang of envy for those employees who could work under Seiji Fujiwara.

As for the women around Seiji Fujiwara?

That's unnecessary.

She dislikes scumbags and has no plans to get married or date in this lifetime.

……

……

The Imperial Hotel, Presidential Suite.

The hustle and bustle of the victory celebration had been shut out from the door.

Seiji Fujiwara is standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Tokyo night view.

Behind him, three girls, who had just finished bathing and exuded an alluring fragrance, were engaged in a new round of debate over the topic of "who will serve him tonight."

"Hmph, as the original animation director, I deserve the most credit! So, Seiji is mine!" Eriri, wearing a cute nightgown, stood with her arms outstretched like a little animal guarding its food, blocking Fujiwara Seiji's path.

"Heh, without my polishing and revisions, your painting would just be a bunch of soulless lines." Kasumigaoka Utaha, dressed in a sexy silk camisole, leaned elegantly against the door frame, looking at Eriri with an expression of utter disbelief. "And don't forget, I'm the rightful wife."

"..."

Yamada Ryo didn't say anything, but silently walked forward and hugged Fujiwara Seiji's waist from behind, looking like he would never let go.

However, Seiji Fujiwara's heart was no longer with them.

【Ding! 】

A crisp system notification sound, audible only to him, rang in his mind.

Based on the host's current environment and the relevance of the target, the system has automatically locked onto the next optimal target for you.

[The fourth group of targets has been identified: the Ijichi sisters – Ijichi Nijika and Ijichi Seika.]

[Host, please complete the conquest of this group of targets as soon as possible to unlock even greater rewards.]

Are they the Ijichi sisters?

Seiji Fujiwara gave a slightly wicked smile.

He turned around, ignoring Shiwa and Eriri who were arguing, and picked up Yamada Ryo from behind him.

Then, amidst the surprised and resentful gazes of Shiho and Eriri, he carried Yamada Ryo to the large bed in the bedroom, his voice clearly reaching their ears:

"You two, come in here too."

……

……

The unprecedented success of "Puella Magi Madoka Magica" transformed the name "Genesis" from an industry upstart into a behemoth that no capital or media could ignore in just a few weeks.

As the architect of all this, Seiji Fujiwara's power and wealth expanded wildly, like a snowball rolling downhill.

In the literary world, he is already the undisputed 'teacher'.

In the world of animation, he is now a pioneer whom everyone must look up to.

of course.

For Seiji Fujiwara, commercial original works were merely a form of entertainment.

Therefore, after the "Puella Magi Madoka Magica" project came to an end, Seiji Fujiwara began to pursue new goals.

He took out his phone and opened a detailed investigation report.

[Target: Livehouse 'STARRY']

[Owner: Ijichi Hoshika]

[Current Status: Due to the acquisition of the land by 'Mitsui Fudosan' for overall commercial redevelopment of the area, the lease agreement is facing forced termination, and the tenant must vacate within one month.]

[Financial Situation: Operations are performing well with a slight surplus. However, in the short term, we are unable to bear the significant financial burden of finding a new venue, renovations, and compensating contracted bands for breach of contract.]

“This is a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation,” Fujiwara Seiji chuckled to himself.

The report included a candid photo of Ijichi Hoshika, showing her with a stubborn yet tired expression and no makeup.

He had short, neat blond hair, a cool gaze, and a maturity and resilience beyond his years.

Even without makeup, she is still beautiful.

She is like a cedar tree growing on a cliff, resilient and independent, exuding a cold aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Seiji Fujiwara longed to transplant this solitary cedar tree to his private garden, hoping to watch it slowly melt away its coldness and reveal a hidden side under his careful nurturing.

"It's time to give them a visit."

He said this with a smile, words full of "goodwill".

But that smile revealed undisguised greed and possessiveness.

……

……

Meanwhile, in Shimokitazawa.

Behind the "STARRY" bar, Ijichi Seika looked exhausted.

Normally, this time of day would be the liveliest time at the livehouse. But now, the entire space is filled with an atmosphere of deathly silence.

A cold, black-and-white "Notice of Termination of Lease Agreement" lay quietly in the corner of the bar.

It bears the logo of "Mitsui Fudosan" and a string of cold, hard legal terms.

Xingge's heart, like this Livehouse, sank little by little into a cold abyss.

Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang out with a clear, crisp sound.

"Sorry, we're closed." Xingge said without looking up.

But the figure still walked in.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit, and his handsome face wore a polite yet distant smile.

"I said, I've already called..." Xingge looked up impatiently, and her pupils contracted slightly the moment she saw the person who came.

The sound stopped suddenly.

"Fujiwara... teacher?" Hoshika looked at the newcomer in surprise.

She recognized the handsome young man who walked in.

Or rather, it's hard for anyone not to know him.

The president of Genesis Entertainment, a man whose talent and power are terrifying. He is also... the owner of the music label his younger sister, Hongxia, currently belongs to.

Not long ago, I even went to their home to attend the premiere of "Puella Magi Madoka Magica".

"Good evening, Ms. Ijichi." Seiji Fujiwara smiled at her.

"...Is there something you need, Fujiwara-sensei?" Hoshika asked after a moment of silence, her feelings towards him quite complicated.

On one hand, she had to admit that this man had given Hongxia far more resources than they deserved. For that, she felt a touch of gratitude towards Fujiwara Seiji.

On the other hand, she was also aware of Seiji Fujiwara's "bad track record" in his private life.

Therefore, she always maintained a polite but distant attitude towards Seiji Fujiwara.

"I'm here to discuss a business deal with Miss Ijichi."

Seiji Fujiwara smiled, walked to the bar counter by himself, pulled out a high stool, and sat down.

As he spoke, his gaze seemingly casually swept over the white envelope in the corner of the bar.

“I’ve heard about the trouble with ‘STARRY’.”

Upon hearing this, Xingge's heart sank, and her hand on the bar unconsciously clenched.

"Ms. Fujiwara is really well-informed." Her tone remained polite, but her voice had unconsciously taken on a hint of coldness.

“Don’t forget I’m a businessman too. Businessmen always need to be sensitive to the market.” Seiji Fujiwara smiled and got straight to the point. “The Mitsui development project is inevitable and there is no room for maneuver. I think Ms. Ijichi understands this better than I do.”

"But I can help you."

"Genesis Entertainment's music division is expanding. I can provide you with a brand new livehouse in another prime location in Shimokitazawa. And I can cover all your relocation costs."

Hear the words.

Xingge's heart skipped a beat.

With such favorable conditions, it was hard for her not to be tempted.

But she knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Especially not from this scumbag in front of her.

"So, what are the conditions?" Xingge was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes and calmly looked at Fujiwara Seiji before asking.

She didn't angrily question or humiliatingly curse like an innocent little girl.

They simply asked the most crucial question directly.

This extraordinary composure drew a hint of admiration from Seiji Fujiwara.

He likes intelligent women. Especially those who can remain clear-headed and rational even in adversity.

He leaned forward slightly, looked directly into Xingge's eyes, and whispered:

"The conditions are simple."

"I want you."

"From now on, you, Ichiji Hoshika, will be my woman, just like Ryo and the others."

it is as expected!

Ichi Seika remained calm, unsurprised by the condition.

“Mr. Fujiwara,” she began slowly, her voice polite yet distant, “I think you may have misunderstood. I have no intention of selling my body.”

"Is that so?" Seiji Fujiwara smiled, unconcerned. "Ms. Ijichi, you are a smart woman. You should know that everything in this world has a price. The only difference is whether you are willing to acknowledge its existence."

“'STARRY' is important to you, isn’t it? It’s the dream you’ve poured all your heart and soul into.”

"And now, this dream is about to be shattered."

Every word he spoke was like a precise scalpel, mercilessly dissecting Xingge's hard shell and reaching the softest, most vulnerable part of her heart.

Xingge's breath hitched slightly.