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

She felt like a prisoner stripped naked, exposed to the man's gaze.

Xingge forced herself to look away.

“Thank you for your ‘kindness’,” she said, picking up a clean glass and mechanically wiping it with a 2.6-inch brush, trying to mask her unease. “But I will handle my own affairs. You needn’t trouble yourself.”

Seiji Fujiwara saw through her bluster.

He knew the fish had taken the bait.

All that's needed now is a little patience.

“Alright.” Seiji Fujiwara shrugged, a look of regret on his face. “Since Ms. Ijichi is not interested in my suggestion, I will not force myself on her.”

"However, my conditions remain unchanged."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

"I look forward to the day when Miss Ijichi changes her mind."

After saying that, he disappeared into the night.

Xingge was left alone, standing behind the empty bar, her face grim.

……

……

The appearance of Seiji Fujiwara was like a boulder thrown into the already turbulent lake of Hoshika's heart, stirring up a thousand waves.

Of course she knew that Seiji Fujiwara was right.

Trying to fight against a business behemoth like Mitsui with one's own strength is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But to let her accept that man's "charity" in such a humiliating way, becoming a member of his vast "harem"...

She can't.

So, in the days that followed, Ijichi Hoshika actively began to save herself.

She searched all over Shimokitazawa and the surrounding area, trying to find a new venue to replace "STARRY".

However, reality repeatedly dampened her spirits.

Shimokitazawa, once a mecca of subculture, has now been swept away by the tide of capital.

Those basements and old warehouses that were once cheap and suitable for livehouses have either been transformed into trendy cafes and vintage stores, or the rents have become exorbitantly high, making them prohibitive for her.

Every time I walk into a real estate agency full of hope, I leave disappointed after seeing the staggering price list.

Chapter 111 Miss Ijichi, your body is much more honest than your mouth (2/2)

(Also, it's Ijichi Hoshika)

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.

Time relentlessly slipped away amidst her anxiety and constant running around.

There are only three days left until the relocation deadline.

That day, she received a call from the legal department of Mitsui Fudosan. On the other end of the line...

It was a serious and old-fashioned male voice.

"Ms. Ichi, good afternoon. This is Yamada from the legal department of Mitsui Fudosan. I'm here to make a final confirmation regarding your store's relocation."

"According to the contract, next Monday is the final deadline for vacating. At that time, we will completely close off the site and begin construction. If you fail to vacate the site on time, we will apply to the court for enforcement in accordance with relevant laws."

"At that time, all items left in your store will be treated as waste and disposed of. Furthermore, you will bear all legal consequences and economic losses arising therefrom."

"We hope you can cooperate with our work. We wish you a happy life."

beep - beep - beep -

Before Xingge could reply, the call was coldly abruptly ended.

The other party was just giving a routine notification.

They didn't care at all about a small shop manager like Ijichi Hoshika.

"……hateful!"

Xingge's hand holding the phone trembled violently.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

ended.

That night, she sat alone behind the bar, looking dejected.

She remembered her mother's last wish, Hongxia's dream, and the happy days she had spent here.

A flood of memories flashed through my mind.

then……

Seiji Fujiwara's face came to mind.

Also emerging were the conditions proposed by Seiji Fujiwara.

"Ugh……"

Xingge let out a soft sigh.

In those eyes that were originally clear and cold, like cold stars, it seemed as if a glimmer of light had been extinguished.

Instead, there was a resigned calm.

"Is there no other way but to accept it?"

Xingge smiled bitterly, took out her phone, and found the number she once thought she would never contact.

Looking at the name "Fujiwara Seiji" above.

Xingge's face darkened, and she pressed the dial button.

beep……

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

A man's voice, tinged with amusement, came through the receiver, as if he had anticipated all of this.

"Good evening, Ms. Ijichi."

"So you've thought it through?"

On the other end of the phone, Seiji Fujiwara's voice, tinged with amusement, reached Hoshika's ears like a devil's whisper.

"Good evening, Ms. Ijichi."

"It seems you've come to a decision?"

Xingge gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation and resentment surging within her, and stiffly spoke:

"Fujiwara-sensei, I'd like to talk to you again."

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone drew out, full of amusement. "I thought Miss Ijichi would disdain making a deal with a 'scumbag' like me."

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

Xingge felt her cheeks instantly become burning hot.

She could almost picture the smug expression on the man's face on the other end of the phone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

asshole!

Xingge bit her lower lip tightly, cursing inwardly.

But she knew she had no right to be angry.

From the moment she dialed that number, she had already thrown her pride to the ground and let the other party trample on it.

"...Please forgive my previous arrogance." She squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, one by one, "Fujiwara-sensei, please help me."

"Ha ha……"

A light laugh came from the other end of the phone, filled with the joy of a victor.

"Miss Ijichi is indeed a smart person."

"My conditions remain the same as last time."

"I want you to belong to me from now on."

“If you agree, come to my office at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. I will have my lawyer prepare everything.”

"If you don't agree... then I think there's nothing more to talk about between us."

After saying that, the call was disconnected before Xingge could reply.

There is no room for negotiation.

Either accept it or reject it.

There are only two options.

Hearing the urgent busy tone on her phone, Xingge could no longer hold on; her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes.

……

……

The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

The top floor of Genesis Entertainment's headquarters building, the president's office.

Xingge, dressed in a long dress she hadn't worn in a long time, dressed up carefully and offered herself up at the door.

inside the building.

The female secretary, having received instructions, diligently led the way for Ichiji Hoshika. She was unaware of what had happened and simply assumed that Ichiji Hoshika was a relative of the boss.

……

Xingge was led to the president's office with a blank expression.

"This is the place. I'll take my leave now." The female secretary finished leading the way, bowed, and left.

Only Xingge remained at the door.

She took a deep breath, her face solemn, like a prisoner about to be executed, and knocked on the door earnestly.

"Please come in."

A familiar voice came from inside the door.

“…Excuse me.” Xingge pushed open the door and went inside.

The office was much larger than she had imagined.

A wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offers a panoramic view of Tokyo's vibrant cityscape.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of fine cigars and red wine.

Seiji Fujiwara sat behind that huge desk.

Today he was wearing only a simple white silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a small patch of healthy bronze skin, exuding a lazy sexiness.

“Miss Ijichi, you are very punctual.”

Seiji Fujiwara smiled and pointed to the leather sofa in front of his desk. "Please have a seat."

Xingge didn't sit down, but stood still and said bluntly, "Teacher Fujiwara, I agree to your conditions."

"However, I also have one condition."

"Oh?" A hint of amusement flashed in Seiji Fujiwara's eyes. "Tell me about it."

“…You can order me around as you please.” Xingge blushed slightly, but her gaze remained firm, her cool eyes looking directly at Fujiwara Seiji. “But I also have my own life. I can’t be at your beck and call every time, nor can I be kept like a canary by you.”

This is her final line.