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

When the Iji sisters awoke from their coma, their first sensation was pain.

The forbidden land, brutally opened up, emanated a burning, tearing sensation; even the slightest movement caused a noticeable dull pain.

The body's muscle fibers are sore and protesting from last night's frenzied onslaught.

They lay motionless on the soft mattress, not even daring to look at each other so close to each other.

A thick, ambiguous smell filled the air—the rich scent of sweat, tears, and Seiji Fujiwara. Every breath felt like reliving the humiliation of the previous night.

Xingge buried her face deep in the velvet pillow. Her eyes, which always shone with a stubborn light, were now filled with a deathly stillness burning with silent anger. She felt like a porcelain doll that had been shattered and haphazardly pieced back together, riddled with unhealable cracks.

Hongxia curled up, wrapping herself tightly in a silk quilt.

Her face was blank; the scene from last night was like a movie playing on a loop…

The older sister's suppressed sobs of pain, her own uncontrollable, shameful cries, the sensation of Fujiwara Seiji taking turns entering and exiting their bodies, and the sticky, wet sounds that made her blush...

All of this was a constant reminder of how bad the situation was.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Seiji Fujiwara walked in wearing loungewear. He stood tall and straight, his face showing the satisfaction and ease of a full meal, a stark contrast to the disheveled state of the bed.

"You're awake, Xingge and Hongxia."

He was carrying a tray with two glasses of warm milk and several tubes of special ointment on it.

Xingge and Hongxia didn't respond or even look at her.

"I prepared breakfast and ointment."

Ignoring their cold attitude, he simply placed the tray on the bedside table and pulled over a chair to sit down.

"What a perfect view."

Seiji Fujiwara sat beside him, admiring the scene.

Xingge's back was taut, and Hongxia's body was curled up, revealing her fragility.

“Because the preparatory step of widening is omitted, it will be more painful,” Seiji Fujiwara said, his voice calm and gentle, like a caring husband concerned for his ailing wife. “But after applying the medicine, it will get better quickly.”

"After doing it a few times, you'll get used to it."

"Shiha and Eriri, including Ryo, have all been fully developed. Even if I attack them with all my might, they will only experience pleasure and no pain."

That nonchalant attitude pierced Xingge's heart.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on him: "Get out!"

Seiji Fujiwara wasn't angry; he just smiled, picked up a camera, and pressed play.

A video clip then plays.

That was a "live recording" from last night.

The sobs and screams of the two sisters, filled with pain, shame, and resentment, mingled with the blush-inducing sounds of flesh colliding... The sound played, instantly freezing the two sisters in place.

“This,” he said, pointing to the computer playing lewd music, “…is so beautiful, so full of emotion.”

The two sisters were completely petrified, staring at Fujiwara Seiji in disbelief, their bodies trembling violently from extreme shame and indignation.

“Remember last night well.” His voice carried a seductive magic. “Then, put it into practice in your music.”

"Only with abundant emotions can you play moving music."

"...Even negative emotions are much better than no emotions at all."

……

The next few hours felt absurd to the Ijichi sisters.

Seiji Fujiwara acted like a professional music tutor, earnestly teaching them musical techniques.

He first had Hongxia sit in front of the electronic drum.

“Your problem is that your body and soul are disconnected,” he said, pressing himself tightly against Hongxia from behind.

Because her clothes had been torn off, the girl was only wearing a shirt by Seiji Fujiwara, and was otherwise almost naked.

Her petite body pressed against Seiji Fujiwara's chest, their heartbeats seemingly in sync.

Seiji Fujiwara covered her cold little hand that was holding the drumsticks.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered hypnotically in her ear, “Forget all the techniques and rhythms, just feel the ‘marks’ I’ve left inside you. Feel the tearing pain, the strange feeling of being filled, and that unfamiliar pleasure that makes you both ashamed and tremble uncontrollably…”

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Hongxia's sensitive earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

His other hand didn't just hold hers obediently; instead, it slid under the hem of her shirt and gently rested on her flat stomach, his fingertips exploring it almost imperceptibly.

“Take these feelings as your drumbeats,” his voice grew lower and hoarse. “Every strike is a replay of every impact from last night. Now, use your body to drum.”

Hongxia's mind was in a mess, and her face was so hot it could fry an egg.

The man's masculine body heat and suggestive words sent currents through her body like electricity, causing her body, which had just endured intense conquest, to once again experience a shameful reaction.

She felt a strange dampness coming from below, and Fujiwara Seiji's fingers, which were wandering over her lower abdomen, seemed to know everything and applied even more pressure.

But Nijika instinctively followed Fujiwara Seiji's instructions and waved her drumsticks.

Last night's events flooded my mind.

"Boom!"

The drumstick struck down, producing a deep, powerful, and emotional drumbeat.

This left both Hongxia and Xingge, who was forced to watch from the sidelines, stunned.

Then the second sound, the third sound...

The drumbeats are completely different from before.

It was no longer a precise metronome; it was the mournful cry of a young girl's soul, crying out, stubbornly trying to stand up again after being broken—a cry full of vitality!

Each strike carries the pain of the previous night and the allure that follows; the drumbeats are filled with a contradictory yet captivating tension.

The song was finished.

Hongxia's expression was complex and wistful; all her emotions ultimately culminated in a sigh.

Although it was very effective.

But this kind of 'teaching' method really makes people wonder whether Seiji Fujiwara is genuinely teaching or just using teaching as a pretext to tease her and her sister.

After "instructing" Nijiga, Seiji Fujiwara turned his attention to Hoshika.

He shoved an electric guitar into her arms.

“It’s your turn.” He carried Hongxia to sit down beside him, then turned to stroke Xingge’s slightly flushed skin and delicate collarbone. “Your guitar is too ‘clean,’ as if it has forgotten emotions. Now, I want you to remember them again.”

He didn't hug her from behind like he did with Hongxia, but instead walked up to her.

"Fire," he commanded.

Xingge gritted her teeth and stiffly plucked the strings.

His voice was dry and harsh, filled with anger and resistance.

Seiji Fujiwara shook his head. Then he reached out and slipped his hand under the empty hem of her dress, which was also covered by only a large shirt.

"Woo!" Xingge's body trembled violently, and the music stopped abruptly.

Instead of directly touching her most sensitive core, he gently covered her flat, soft abdomen with his palm.

“Feel the trembling here,” Seiji Fujiwara’s voice was deep, husky, and magnetic. “There are still things I left inside last night, aren’t there?”

"The injection site is very deep; it won't be expelled today."

"And yet, your body is far more honest than your mouth; it remembers that pleasure, so it tightens to the extreme, just to feel the sensation of being filled in the cavity, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he rhythmically pressed his fingers on her lower abdomen.

In an instant, Xingge's body went limp.

A strange sensation arose from within the cavity and spread throughout the body.

Warm...full of...

Very comfortable.

But it also made her feel extremely ashamed and angry!

“Now, pass that feeling to your guitar,” Seiji Fujiwara said with a smile.

The explicit words made Xingge's face turn red to the roots of her neck.

“You…” Xingge wanted to retort.

But suddenly, to her horror, she discovered that as the man pressed rhythmically, a strange, tingling warmth actually rose from deep within her lower abdomen and surged through her limbs.

The place that had been ravaged all night began to tighten and entangle itself inappropriately.

"how come……"

She trembled and, in a daze, plucked the strings once more.

This time, the music changed.

It was no longer a dry resistance, but a sexy tone that was full of contradictory and alluring charm, mixed with pain, confusion and a hint of decadence.

Every note seemed to carry a sob, yet stubbornly rose at the end, as if silently telling the story of a woman's depravity, from resistance to submission, and then to finding pleasure in humiliation.

The piece was finished.

Both were deeply moved by the music, which was both sorrowful and powerfully resilient.

The music contained a tearing pain, hatred of being publicly humiliated, and confusion about the future, but more than anything, it contained a vitality that was reborn from the ruins after experiencing all of this.

The way they looked at Seiji Fujiwara became incredibly complex.

Fear, hatred, humiliation...

And a trace of morbid "worship" and "gratitude" for this kind of artistic elevation that they themselves dare not admit, which is exchanged for their bodies and dignity.

Outside, Utaha and Eriri, listening to the performance, also expressed their heartfelt admiration.

“What is this?” Eriri murmured to herself. “He turned hell into their paradise…or rather, he made them believe that hell is the only way to heaven.”

Shi Yu crossed her arms and said calmly:

That's why I said he's very good with women.

As she spoke, Shi Yu seemed to be thinking of her past self, her eyes filled with complex emotions and shimmering light.

After despair, he survived again with a distorted vitality.

Although alive.

But whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, it's really hard to say.

……

……

After the sisters played together.

Xingge and Hongxia slowly began to accept reality.

In fact, amidst all sorts of bizarre and outlandish ways of playing, their bodies begin to betray their will, seeking pleasure and happiness.

Seiji Fujiwara was pleased with the changes, but he felt it wasn't enough.

“Passive acceptance is ultimately just taming. I want them to serve me willingly and from the bottom of their hearts, like Utaha, Eriri, and Ryo.”

Seiji Fujiwara sat in the study, a more sinister smile spreading across his face.

That evening, the two sisters arrived at the apartment as usual.

After they finished washing up, they came out wearing light silk pajamas.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Seiji Fujiwara did not lay a hand on them.

"What is the spirit of rock and roll?" he suddenly asked.

The two sisters were both taken aback, wondering what he was up to.

“It’s rebellion, it’s freedom,” he continued, seemingly to himself. “Your music is starting to have that flavor, but it’s not in your lives yet.”

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.