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

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Chapter Twenty: Is Fujiwara Seiji, that bastard, a male protagonist from an hentai anime?

The school bell rang.

Hundreds and thousands of students poured out of the various teaching buildings and gathered on both sides of the main road leading to the school gate.

All eyes were focused on the exit of the second-year teaching building.

Under the spotlight.

Fujiwara Seiji and Kasumigaoka Utaha finally appeared at the entrance of the teaching building.

Seiji Fujiwara remained as calm and collected as ever.

Beside him, Kasumigaoka Utaha, her face devoid of its usual coldness, wore a gentle expression as she followed closely behind Fujiwara Seiji.

hiss!

Gasps of shock echoed from both sides.

"It's actually true..."

"Kasumigaoka-san, she's really dating Seiji Fujiwara!"

"Damn it, why am I not the male lead?"

"Goodbye, my youth."

After confirming the facts with their own eyes, countless boys were heartbroken and their eyes lost their light.

Kasumigaoka Utaha also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, confirmed.

After confirming it, she felt at peace.

'However, it seems like it's still a little short.' Shi Yu noticed many unwilling looks and thought to herself, 'Maybe I should just sink it in one blow.'

She thought about it for a moment, then took action.

It's right where you walk to the school gate.

As usual, Seiji Fujiwara prepared to continue walking forward, but Utaha suddenly stopped and grabbed the hem of Seiji Fujiwara's clothes.

Ok?

Seiji Fujiwara turned his head with some surprise and looked at Utaha.

Then, to his slightly surprised gaze, Shiyu tiptoed forward, leaned forward, and pressed her soft lips to Fujiwara Seiji's lips.

boom--! ! ! !

The whole world seemed to have been muted.

Whether male or female, countless faces became blank.

"They...kissed?"

"It was Kasumigaoka-senpai who took the initiative!!"

"Why? What's so great about Seiji Fujiwara?"

"No, the Kasumigaoka-senpai I imagined is definitely not like this."

At this moment, regardless of gender.

Anyone who admired Kasumigaoka Utaha's elegance felt their vision go black and their ideals crumble.

The kiss was very short.

When their lips parted, Shiyu lost her balance because she was standing on tiptoe, and her body swayed slightly.

"So proactive today?"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, Fujiwara Seiji smiled and embraced the girl's incredibly soft waist.

His movements carried a domineering possessiveness as he pulled her swaying body into his arms.

He could feel the girl in his arms trembling slightly.

Shiyu remained silent, her face expressionless, as Fujiwara Seiji embraced her.

Let alone putting your arm around my waist.

I've tried putting my hands in even more inappropriate places.

Shi Yu was already indifferent to this encounter.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Seiji Fujiwara smiled nonchalantly, putting his arm around her as they continued walking out. "Then let's go home. You've rested for so many days; it's time to continue fulfilling your duties."

……

……

Back in the new apartment.

Shi Yu leaned against the wall, her feet raised, her face flushed.

Before long, her waist and legs began to tremble violently, and her eyes became hazy and shimmering.

Why aren't you resisting today?

Seiji Fujiwara, smiling behind her, asked, "Don't you usually have a look of disgust on your face and make you do everything so slowly?"

Shi Yu didn't turn around, and spoke intermittently.

"I just want...to end this...quickly..."

She paused, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Besides, it's too troublesome to keep explaining at school, so it's better to just put everyone's mind at ease once and for all."

"That way it saves me trouble."

Upon hearing this, Seiji Fujiwara's smile deepened.

Shiyu is gradually accepting it.

Not bad.

This thorny rose is being stained with his colors.

Going from zero to one is always difficult.

But once you break through that barrier, the rest will be easy.

Seiji Fujiwara lowered his head, his gaze falling almost directly on Shiwa, who was dressed in tattered clothes.

The tattered pieces of clothing on the ground were all from his arms.

At this moment, Shiyu was fixed to the wall and unable to move. Her whole body had only one point of support, just like a house with only one supporting pillar. This was the work of Seiji Fujiwara.

Even under such oppressive circumstances, she remained breathtakingly beautiful.

The open sailor uniform could no longer conceal her delicate collarbone and perfect shoulder and neck lines, and her straight and slender legs below gleamed with an ivory-like luster under the light.

Her ankles were slender, and her toes were as round and lovely as pearls.

Seiji Fujiwara's gaze lingered on the object, inch by inch.

Shi Yu felt the gaze, making her feel like a specimen nailed to a display board, every inch of her skin exposed to the other person's gaze, with nowhere to hide.

A chilling, resistant feeling rose up from my spine.

This is a physiological instinct.

She instinctively lowered her eyes, trying to ignore the humiliating gaze.

Seiji Fujiwara noticed her subtle reaction, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He enjoys this struggle.

He reached out, hooked his fingers under Shi Yu's small and delicate chin, and forced her to raise her head and meet his gaze.

"look at me."

"This is what Fujiwara Seiji commanded."

Forced to look directly into those deep and indifferent eyes, Shi Yu's eyes once again revealed a look of resistance.

In an instant, a flame mixed with anger and shame surged in the depths of her wine-red eyes.

It was this moment of anger that gave Seiji Fujiwara a sense of pleasure.

But he immediately saw that the cluster of flames was quickly extinguished by her, turning back into a lifeless, icy pool.

Although I'm still not convinced, my ability to self-regulate has improved.

Fujiwara Seiji released her with satisfaction, sat back down on the sofa, and gave her a look.

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds, picked up her water glass, took a sip of water to moisten her mouth, and then walked over with her head down.

……

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Shiyu covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

what happened?

Such an astonishing quantity is simply unrealistic!

Is that bastard Seiji Fujiwara some kind of hentai anime protagonist?

……

A few minutes later.

Shi Yu looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were red and teary... because she had choked.

She shook her head silently, opened the door, and walked out.

Outside the door, Seiji Fujiwara was leaning against the wall, watching her with a leisurely air.

His gaze fell on her fragile and beautiful appearance, which looked as if she had been crying, and his eyes became even more intense.

Her tearful appearance is truly endearing!

"Go into the room," Fujiwara Seiji ordered without hesitation.

"Do not……"

Shiyu's heart sank; she didn't have Fujiwara Seiji's stamina.

But Seiji Fujiwara didn't give her a chance to refuse. He grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the bedroom.

boom.

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

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 21: A Certain Magical Index That Surpasses the Original (1/10)

early morning.

Seiji Fujiwara sat in his study, leisurely sipping his coffee.

Not far away, a beautiful figure in black was wiping the bookshelf.

Long, black stockings clung to her shapely, firm thighs, creating a breathtaking curve as she tiptoed. Beneath the maid outfit's short skirt, glimpses of her snow-white skin, hinting at her utmost vulnerability, stirred the imagination.

Not pantyhose or black stockings.

Because Seiji Fujiwara tore up all the stock at home, I'm temporarily using a camisole style as a substitute.

This attire is certainly not meant to make Shiyu a servant.

It was just a little bit of role-playing fun.