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

He has jumped off the chessboard.

“I understand completely, Mr. Fujiwara!” The chief secretary’s voice even trembled with excitement. For a law firm like Kuroiwa, which serves only the highest levels of power, this kind of “dirty work”—running the line between the rules and crushing opponents with absolute force—is the best demonstration of their value.

"Please rest assured, we will immediately set up a special task force to ensure that all problems are resolved by tomorrow. We will never allow such low-class scum to offend your eyes."

"very good."

Seiji Fujiwara hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, the entire Black Rock Law Firm instantly sprang into action.

……

At 8 p.m., at a top-class ryotei in Akasaka, Tokyo.

Saeko Kirishima, one of the top lawyers at the Kuroiwa Law Firm and known as the "Queen of the Court," is having a drink with a white-haired, refined elderly man. The man was her university professor and is now a senior judge at the Tokyo District Court.

"Teacher, how have you been lately?" Kirishima Saeko poured the old man a cup of sake.

"It's alright, just too many annoying little cases." The old judge took a sip of his drink and casually complained, "By the way, there's an interesting case recently involving the custody of a minor. A couple of relatives hired a lawyer who's not exactly clean, trying to seize their niece's huge inheritance. The paperwork seems to be going smoothly, though, and the pre-trial conference is tomorrow..."

Upon hearing this, Saeko Kirishima put down her wine glass and smiled, "Teacher, what I wanted to talk to you about tonight is precisely this case."

The old judge paused for a moment in mid-air, his hand holding the wine glass still.

He downed the drink in his glass in one gulp and said casually, "Oh, really? I'll take another look at the case file tomorrow. Maybe the previous clerk made a mistake. This application, riddled with errors, shouldn't have been accepted at all; it should have been rejected."

"Thank you, teacher." Saeko Kirishima smiled slightly and refilled his glass.

A verdict that could change a young girl's life was altered in the midst of a casual clinking of glasses.

……

It's 11 p.m. at a members-only bar in Kabukicho, Shinjuku.

Another partner at the Black Rock Law Firm was behaving like a brother to a middle-aged man in casual clothes and with a burly build. The man was the chief of the Shinjuku Police Station and also his high school classmate.

“…Old classmate, I’ll have to trouble you again this time.” The lawyer pushed a folder in front of the chief.

"Don't mention it." The director opened the file, which contained a thick stack of documents detailing all the illegal activities of a lawyer named "Tanaka Ichiro" in recent years, including instigating perjury, fraud, and tax evasion. The chain of evidence was so complete that it was outrageous.

"Haha, that just so happens that my performance this year is still a little short." The director looked at the data, patted his chest and guaranteed, "Tomorrow morning, I will personally lead the team to arrest them."

……

At midnight, the offices of Black Rock Law Firm were brightly lit.

A team of five elite lawyers is analyzing two people on a computer screen—Jiro Kato and Kazuko Kato.

"Kato Jiro has a history of gambling, owes high-interest loans, and has a criminal record for forging documents to obtain loans."

"Kazuko Kato was previously detained for shoplifting at a supermarket and is also suspected of abusing her neighbor's pet."

“Very good. With charges of attempted fraud, coercion, forgery, and past offenses combined, they’ll be settling in jail for several years. Tomorrow morning, contact my friend at the prosecutor’s office and apply for an arrest warrant directly.”

……

……

the other side.

A black Toyota Alphard had quietly pulled up in front of Kato Megumi's house.

The car door opened, and a tall, athletic woman with short hair, dressed in a black suit, stepped out. She was one of the elite bodyguards at Blue Wing Security Company, specializing in handling matters related to women, codenamed "Nightingale."

She rang the doorbell.

Hearing the sound, Kato Megumi walked up to the cat and looked through the peephole.

She saw a strange woman in a suit standing outside the door. She was taken aback at first, and then a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

Was it someone sent by Professor Seiji Fujiwara?

After thinking for a moment, I opened the door.

"Miss Kato Megumi?" Nightingale looked her up and down with sharp eyes, confirming her identity.

"it's me."

"Mr. Fujiwara requests your presence," Nightingale said succinctly.

"……I see."

Kato Megumi didn't ask any questions. She silently changed her shoes, locked the door, and followed Nightingale into the car.

Inside the car, all was quiet.

Nightingale focused intently on driving, without exchanging a single unnecessary word.

Kato Megumi sat in the back seat, watching the night view rushing past the window, feeling somewhat lost. She felt as if she were being carried away by a mysterious spaceship, leaving the Earth where she had lived for eighteen years, and flying towards an unknown, uncontrollable universe.

The vehicle eventually drove into the underground parking lot of a building in Kyoto.

"We've arrived." Nightingale brought the car to a stop and finally spoke her second sentence. "Mr. Fujiwara is waiting for you on the top floor."

After saying that, she fell silent.

“…Thank you.” Kato Megumi politely thanked her, then opened the car door and got out.

Immediately, two men dressed in black suits approached her, bowed slightly, and one of them gestured for her to enter, leading her to a private elevator.

They swiped a black key card on the sensor, activated the button for the top floor, bowed to her again, and politely exited the elevator.

The elevator door slowly closed.

In the enclosed space, only Kato Megumi remained.

The elevator ascended smoothly and quickly, with the numbers on the LCD screen constantly changing.

10...20...30...

As the altitude increased, Kato Megumi's heart began to race.

Tension, fear, anxiety...

A mix of emotions flashed through my mind.

"Ding--"

The elevator arrived at the top floor with a crisp beep.

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, revealing the unknown fate that belonged to her outside.

Kato Megumi took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

At this point, there is no turning back.

……

Stepping out of the elevator, you'll find yourself in a spacious, independent entryway.

Directly in front of her, a heavy double door was ajar, as if silently inviting her to enter.

Kato Megumi gently pushed open the door and went inside.

In the entryway, the motion-sensor light automatically turned on, casting a soft glow throughout the space. She saw a brand-new pair of women's slippers already prepared for her next to the shoe cabinet.

She silently took off her shoes, put on slippers, and then, with a feeling of unease, went inside.

It was a living room that was larger than anyone could imagine.

One entire wall is made of floor-to-ceiling glass. Outside the window is a dazzling, unparalleled night view of Kyoto, like stars fallen to earth.

The interior is decorated in an extremely modern and minimalist style, with black, white and gray as the main colors, and a few pieces of highly designed furniture... expensive, luxurious, and with a coldness that keeps people at a distance.

Seiji Fujiwara was sitting on the huge sofa in the center of the living room.

He was dressed in comfortable loungewear, looking at her with great interest, a playful smile on his handsome face.

"You're here," Fujiwara Seiji said, his voice exceptionally clear in the empty living room.

“…Mmm.” Kato Megumi responded softly.

“You made the right choice, Megumi.” Seiji Fujiwara was very pleased with her docile and reserved demeanor at the moment.

Upon hearing this, Kato Megumi glanced at him and said in a flat voice, "...Perhaps."

Seiji Fujiwara smiled nonchalantly. He put down his glass, stood up, and slowly walked towards her.

As he approached, a highly aggressive aura, a mixture of faint alcohol and strong male hormones, washed over her. Kato Megumi instinctively took a half-step back, her body stiffening slightly as she mentally prepared herself.

Next comes the "realization" stage of the transaction.

However, Seiji Fujiwara stopped a step away from her.

He didn't lay a hand on her, he just quietly observed her.

Look at it for a moment.

“It’s a very pretty dress,” he suddenly said.

Kato Megumi was slightly stunned.

"You must be tired from your journey?" Fujiwara Seiji continued, his tone no longer teasing but unexpectedly gentle. "The first room on the left at the end of the corridor is a guest room, which I've already prepared. It has a private bathroom and all the toiletries are new. Get some rest tonight."

"……Eh?"

Kato Megumi was completely stunned.

She had made all the necessary mental preparations before she came.

She imagined that the moment she stepped into this room, this man would possess her roughly, like a trophy.

She had even decided that no matter how humiliating and painful the process was, she would grit her teeth and endure it.

But to my utter surprise, the other party did absolutely nothing.

"We can talk about it tomorrow."

Seeing her stunned expression, Fujiwara Seiji's smile deepened. "While I may not be a good person, I am a man of my word."

"Since I said I'd help you solve the problem, I'll naturally show you my sincerity first."

"Once you've personally confirmed that the flies have been cleared away, then we can slowly 'fulfill' our agreement. It won't be too late."

Kato Megumi listened, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Surprise, confusion, and a slight sense of relief.

“…I understand. Thank you,” she said softly, bowing her head.

"Go ahead," Fujiwara Seiji waved his hand.

"Yes, goodnight, Fujiwara-sensei." Kato Megumi bowed before heading to the guest room.

……

Pushing open the door, the scene inside once again shocked Kato Megumi.

It was a bedroom even bigger than her living room, with a separate walk-in closet and a luxurious bathroom.

She closed the door, leaned against it, and silently let out a sigh of relief.

That night, Kato Megumi slept strangely peacefully.

She knew that Seiji Fujiwara was a scumbag.

But she also confirmed that he was a man who adhered to the "rules of the deal" and was generous enough to the women he had his eye on.

For her, who had already reached a dead end, confirming this was enough.

Okay, boss.

Following your instructions, I will expand this section based on the absolute power and ruthless style of the protagonist Fujiwara Seiji in "Previous Text.txt", constructing a scene full of greed, stupidity and ignorance, so as to form a stark contrast with the protagonist's thunderous methods and enhance the reader's sense of satisfaction when they are destroyed.

The following is the expanded details version:

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While Kato Megumi was fast asleep, in a private room of an inexpensive izakaya in Shinjuku, Tokyo, a sordid revelry was reaching its climax.

The cramped private room was filled with the smoky aroma of grilled skewers, the cloying sweetness of cheap liquor, and the pungent smell of tobacco. On the greasy low table, cups and plates were scattered everywhere. Kato Megumi's uncle, Kato Koichi, was raising his glass with a flushed face. Every wrinkle on his face, which was slightly swollen from alcohol, radiated a greedy joy.

"To the glorious future that awaits the Kato family! Cheers!" He downed half a glass of beer in one gulp, roughly wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly.

"And a toast to Attorney Tanaka's brilliant plan!" His aunt, Misaki Kato, sitting opposite him, chimed in with a high-pitched voice. She picked up a piece of fried chicken with her bright red nail polished fingers and looked triumphantly at the seemingly refined but actually scoundrel Attorney Tanaka beside her: "Attorney Tanaka, we really owe you a debt of gratitude this time. Once that girl's inheritance is in our hands, we will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Attorney Tanaka adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a smug smile, and slowly sipped his 090 sake: "Please rest assured, both of you. Legally, we are impeccable. As her only immediate family member, guardianship is undoubtedly yours. That child is just a minor high school girl; what can she do?"