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

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Xingge's body tensed with shame and indignation, her nails digging deep into her palms, but there was nothing she could do.

They stopped arguing, but when they saw the ambiguous red marks on each other's bodies and smelled the lingering scent in the air, they silently looked away.

All of this was clearly seen by the other two female residents of the apartment.

"Hey Shiyu," Eriri asked excitedly as she sketched on her tablet the complex expression on Hoshika's face—a mixture of jealousy, shame, and a hint of unconscious longing—when she was forced to watch from the sidelines, "Your eyesight is getting better and better! Did you hear her breathing get heavier during the latter half of last night? Was she about to lose control and join in?"

Shi Yuyou turned a page of her book and said slowly.

"Eri, don't worry."

“For a woman like Xingge with such a strong sense of self-respect, physical pleasure is poison that will slowly erode her will. What Seiji is doing now is making her see and hear, making her constantly imagine herself being treated the same way, filled with jealousy and shame. Only after her body has rehearsed it countless times in her mind will true submission come.”

"That bastard Seiji is really good with women."

……

Seiji Fujiwara was also observing.

"Almost there." He leaned back on the sofa, reminiscing about Xingge's suppressed yet slightly trembling body last night, and Hongxia's helpless yet sweet whimpers like a kitten.

"Hongxia is like a piece of warm and beautiful jade, which I have sculpted to be extremely sensitive. It will blush beautifully at the slightest touch. But Xingge has a wild beast hidden in her body that refuses to bow down."

"While observing, I clearly longed for it, yet I suppressed it fiercely."

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"This is not okay."

Seiji Fujiwara stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

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the other side.

The atmosphere in Studio One of Genesis Entertainment was somewhat somber.

Frustrated, Yamada Ryo took off his monitoring headphones and pressed the pause button on the mixing console.

"Stop! Hongxia, your drumming is wrong again!"

In the recording studio, Hongxia put down her drumsticks, her face full of exhaustion and apology. "I'm sorry, Liang..."

"This isn't something an apology can solve!" Yamada Ryo rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with the anxiety of a musician. "The title track is called 'Sad Constellation'! It needs the unwavering strength to struggle and persevere even in the face of immense sorrow! But what did you just type?"

"It's numbness! It's emptiness!"

Hongxia lowered her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

The power of perseverance?

Every day it's either me looking at my sister or her looking at me; my self-esteem is completely shattered.

What other resilient strength is there?

Just then, the recording studio door was pushed open.

Seiji Fujiwara and a reluctant-looking Hoshika walked in, their hands naturally resting on her pert buttocks.

This is also the source of Xingge's reluctance.

"what happened?"

As soon as Xingge entered, she saw Hongxia's disappointed look and Yamada Ryo's helplessness, and quickly asked.

At the same time, he subtly slapped away Fujiwara Seiji's lecherous hand.

Yamada Ryo pointed to the sheet music: "Manager, listen to this."

As she spoke, she pressed the recording button for the audio track she had just recorded.

A hollow, numb drumbeat flowed from the top-of-the-line monitor speakers.

Xingge's expression changed slightly.

As a seasoned musician, she could hear the signs of a withered soul hidden behind the drumbeats better than anyone else. And the source of these signs was none other than the culprit standing calmly before her!

Seiji Fujiwara!

A surge of anger welled up inside her, but she managed to suppress it.

Xingge knew that anger wouldn't solve anything.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and helplessly made a request to Seiji Fujiwara.

“Seiji…” she squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, “What do we do now?”

Hongxia also looked up, gazing at Fujiwara Seiji with hopeful eyes.

"This is easy..."

A familiar smile appeared on Seiji Fujiwara's face.

Yamada Ryo, standing to the side, sighed helplessly to himself.

here we go again……

This guy's 'tutorial'.

What means will be used to exchange for so-called 'artistic inspiration'?

"Do you know what's missing from this song?" Seiji Fujiwara asked slowly.

The two sisters did not speak.

“What it lacks is not ‘hope’,” Seiji Fujiwara said. “What it lacks is a new and stronger ‘resilience’ born from experiencing extreme pain and shame. And this emotion cannot be obtained through simple technical guidance.”

Yes, that's it.

Seiji Fujiwara thought coldly to himself.

They've already gotten used to ordinary pleasures.

We must find a deeper way to help both sisters fully accept the facts and then, based on the foundation of 'being my woman together,' rekindle their passion for life.

Instead of the silent confrontation we have now.

Seiji Fujiwara did not believe he would fail.

The modern monogamous system is essentially a property system, not a system of affection.

The morality of monogamy is just the morality of ordinary people.

Once you break free from preconceived notions and societal norms, you will naturally be able to accept new realities.

Chapter 120 The Ijichi Sisters Feel It's Ridiculous! (1/2)

His face showed a compassionate expression like that of a priest, but the words he spoke made the Xingge sisters' lips twitch.

"This requires you to completely open your souls and, amidst extreme shame and humiliation, rekindle the desire for life."

He looked at the two sisters, who were stunned and bewildered by his absurd remarks, and smiled slightly.

"...For example, the escape route that I have never been able to open up."

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Xingge and Hongxia stood frozen in place, unable to believe their ears.

How could someone make such a vulgar and shameless request?!

"What...what nonsense are you spouting?!" Xingge was the first to react, her face filled with shame, indignation, and disbelief. "Pervert! Madman!"

Hongxia seemed to be frightened and couldn't say a word.

"I've already explained the method. Whether you seize it or not is up to you." Seiji Fujiwara simply shrugged dismissively.

"Of course, you can also refuse and watch yourself fail."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"wait wait wait!"

Xingge dared not imagine that outcome; she had sunk too many costs.

We've given so much.

I can no longer accept failure.

“…I promise you.” Xingge remained silent for a long time before saying bitterly.

As I spoke, it seemed as if something called "dignity" in my heart shattered.

Hongxia kept her head down the whole time, as if she had acquiesced to this ending.

“A wise choice.” Seiji Fujiwara smiled with satisfaction.

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At night, in the bedroom

The Ichi sisters knelt side by side on the large bed, the soft light illuminating their fair skin and slender, graceful figures.

The two sisters were pressed tightly together.

They could clearly feel the temperature of each other's skin and the tiny goosebumps that rose from their nervousness. Their faces were forced to turn towards each other, and in the dim light, they could see the same embarrassed and annoyed look in each other's eyes.

Seiji Fujiwara “090” stood behind them, like a king inspecting his spoils.

He didn't start immediately, but instead enjoyed the helpless trembling of his prey before its sacrifice.

"Xingge, look at Hongxia," he commanded. "Hongxia, feel Xingge."

As he spoke, he bent down.

His hands landed on the forbidden territory that the two sisters had never opened to anyone.

The sudden intrusion caused Hongxia's body to tremble uncontrollably, letting out a kitten-like whimper, while Xingge gritted her teeth, her body taut like a fully drawn bow, using all her strength to resist the impending, irreversible collapse.

"Can you feel it, Hoshika?" Seiji Fujiwara's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang in her ear. "Your sister's body is far more honest than your will."

As he finished speaking, an irresistible force simultaneously tore apart their last psychological barrier.

"what--!"

"what!!"

Two screams, different in tone but equally filled with shock and pain, pierced the silence of the room.

Tears instantly blurred their vision. Fujiwara Seiji showed no pity, only using primal actions to etch his presence deeply into their souls. Each penetration was accompanied by their suppressed cries of pain and incoherent groans.

They were forced to watch as the other person stood beside them, enduring the exact same treatment they had received.

Hongxia buried her face in the pillow, only able to make "woo-woo" sounds, her body rising and falling helplessly with the frequency of the impacts. Xingge stared intently at the ceiling, tears mixed with sweat, soaking her blonde hair and sticking to her flushed cheeks.

The sisters' alternating moans of shame and the sounds of their bodies colliding created a symphony of depravity.

But Seiji Fujiwara wasn't satisfied.

He looked at the two trembling sisters, their faces filled with shame and indignation, and a wicked smile crept across his face.

He leaned close to their ears and said in a teasing tone:

"No wonder you're sisters... even when I was developing this place, your reactions were so 'in sync'?"

Those insulting words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing them deep into their hearts.

Xingge's previously numb eyes were instantly filled with a black flame called "hatred." She bit her lip hard until she tasted a slightly sweet and metallic taste of blood.

Hongxia, with her large, watery red eyes, turned around and glared angrily at Fujiwara Seiji.

That night, they witnessed the "hell" of desire.

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After the long night, dawn arrives.

Sunlight pierced through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the messy bed and illuminating the two smooth, white bodies on it.