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

Upon picking it up, I saw that it was information from a security company.

[Follow-up on the inheritance of Ms. Kato Megumi's parents]

Seiji Fujiwara frowned, opened the message, and lines of text appeared before his eyes:

"Boss, according to our investigation, 'Taitung Life Insurance Company,' which is responsible for handling the compensation for Ms. Kato's parents' plane crash, is trying to reduce its losses through improper means because the amount of compensation involved in this accident is too huge."

"The company's top management has secretly colluded with the Yamaguchi-gumi, a yakuza organization in the Kansai region, to threaten and pressure the families of all the victims of the air crash. They are forcing the families to sign settlement agreements and waive all their rights to pursue legal action by offering 'condolence money' far below the legally mandated compensation."

"Currently, several families have been forced to compromise due to the unbearable harassment. The next target is likely to be Ms. Kato Megumi."

Seiji Fujiwara slowly put down his phone.

Insurance companies colluding with organized crime?

Threat? Price suppression?

Seiji Fujiwara raised his hand and touched his chin.

Xiao Hui has been very resistant to further development lately, which is causing him a lot of distress.

So... although it wasn't very friendly to Xiaohui, how could we easily let go of this opportunity to make her bow her head?

Chapter 132 A Good Opportunity to Make Xiao Hui Bow Down (4/3)

Seiji Fujiwara acted as if he hadn't seen the message without any qualms, letting the matter escalate.

He is not a good person.

……

……

Kyoto, Gion.

This is a long-established geisha district in Japan.

The ancient townhouses with white walls and black tiles, the quiet paths paved with stone slabs, the geisha with their delicate steps... the flow of time seems different from that of the outside world.

Being there feels like stepping into a scene from a bygone era.

Outside the path.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom quietly pulled up in front of a seemingly unremarkable Sukiyaki restaurant, amidst the astonished and curious gazes of countless tourists.

Two elegant waiters dressed in kimonos were already waiting respectfully by the side. The moment the car door came to a stop, they humbly bowed and opened the door for the distinguished guest in the back seat.

Seiji Fujiwara stepped out of the car with an air of leisurely composure. The gradually increasing aura of authority emanating from him resonated strangely and harmoniously with the ancient capital's thousand-year-old elegance.

Kato Megumi got out of the car.

Tonight, she was wearing a moon-white dress.

The dress has an extremely simple design, without any superfluous decorations. It only relies on the top-quality silk fabric and perfect tailoring to perfectly outline her light and beautiful girlish figure.

"Hmm." Seiji Fujiwara nodded calmly and naturally extended his arm.

Kato Megumi hesitated for a moment, but still obediently took his arm.

The high-necked design hugged her slender neck, and the ankle-length skirt swayed gently in the evening breeze, making her look like a pure white water lily quietly blooming under the moonlight.

Glamorous, yet not revealing.

Pure and inviolable.

This outfit perfectly accentuated her unique charm.

"Lord Fujiwara, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

The white-haired female general of the ryotei personally came out to greet him. She was dressed in the highest-ranking black ceremonial robes and had the most humble and respectful smile on her face. She bowed deeply to Fujiwara Seiji.

This restaurant is one of Kyoto's most exclusive private clubs, operating entirely on an introduction-only basis. It is said that even members of parliament have to book a table months in advance.

Seiji Fujiwara, however, is a distinguished guest who can visit here at any time.

"plz follow me."

Led by the female general with almost fawning manner, the two walked through a quiet courtyard covered with precious moss and arrived at the private room with the best view.

One entire wall of the room is made of a single, enormous piece of glass, facing the ancient pine tree in the courtyard that is said to be five hundred years old, creating a stunning view.

And in the room.

Kato Megumi sat quietly, her back straight.

Soft light shone on her serene profile, making her fair skin seem to glow.

This unique and pure atmosphere quickly attracted the attention of other guests outside the room.

Regardless of age or gender, they all stopped talking at that moment, their eyes drawn to the girl by the window.

They all showed expressions of admiration, as if they had seen something beautiful that was rarely seen.

"Who is that young lady from? I've never seen her in Kyoto's social circles before."

"Such an amazing aura... she's like a princess straight out of The Tale of Genji."

"The young man who brought a girl like that to 'Kikunoi' must be no ordinary person..."

Fujiwara Seiji's smile deepened as he heard their whispers.

Such a beautiful girl, yet she belonged to him alone.

And every night, he would indulge in his pleasures and play with her to his heart's content.

Thinking about this, Seiji Fujiwara felt a secret thrill, and a burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen.

Just then, the door to the private room was gently pulled open.

"I apologize for disturbing you."

Unexpectedly, it wasn't a maid who entered, but a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a snow-white chef's uniform.

He was the head chef of this restaurant, and also one of Kyoto's top chefs—Tokumitsu Masayuki. In the culinary world, his status was comparable to that of a cabinet minister, and he was known for his eccentric and aloof personality.

However, at this moment, the legendary chef wore a rare, genuine smile.

He held a delicate paulownia wood box in his hands, walked straight up to Kato Megumi, and bowed slightly.

“Miss,” his voice was deep and respectful, “please allow me to offer you this dessert, which is not on the menu—'First Snow.' It was an inspiration that came to me on the spur of the moment when I saw your pure figure in the kitchen.”

"Your beauty and elegance are like the first, flawless snowflake falling in winter, reminding me of my youthful pursuit of the ultimate delicious food in Hokkaido. This dessert is my tribute to your pure beauty."

As he spoke, he gently opened the paulownia wood box.

Inside the box lay a translucent wagashi, seemingly carved from ice crystals, exuding a cool, refreshing fragrance like that of a snow lotus.

This sudden scene shocked the guests at the next table.

They knew Deguang Zhengxing's temperament all too well!

Let alone personally delivering the dishes, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to even get him to say a single word!

Today, he not only personally cooked a dessert for a complete stranger, but his words were also filled with the highest praise an artist can give to his "muse"!

"Thank you, Mr. Deguang. It's beautiful."

Faced with this honor, Kato Megumi simply bowed slightly and thanked her softly in her usual calm and composed tone.

There was no surprise or flattery on her face. Her composure and calmness only added to her otherworldly, ethereal aura.

Seeing this scene, the guests and all the waiters in the restaurant were once again amazed by the girl's pure and beautiful temperament.

And that young man who could win the favor of such a perfect girl is truly enviable.

Their gazes toward Seiji Fujiwara were filled with undisguised envy.

Seiji Fujiwara's smile deepened. He basked in the gazes, relishing the image of his woman as pure and dignified in the eyes of others.

In this way, when he is alone and appreciating her depravity, that exclusive, secret pleasure will reach its peak.

……

The dishes were presented one by one, like works of art.

Seiji Fujiwara cut his steak, sipped his sake, and casually chatted with Megumi Kato about lighthearted topics.

However, Kato Megumi could not eat.

Because, just now, when the maid temporarily withdrew, Fujiwara Seiji looked at her and asked in a playful, soft voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Hui, do you know why they're all looking at you?"

Kato Megumi shook her head in confusion.

“Because what they saw was a perfect, pure, saintly woman who had never been touched by a man.” Seiji Fujiwara’s tone was gentle, but his words carried an unusual undertone.

"Only I know,"

He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe. "What a moving sight it must have been when this saintly body cried, begged for mercy, and even willingly parted its legs beneath me."

"Only I have heard your shameful moans, like those of a kitten."

hum-

Kato Megumi's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Shame, humiliation, and embarrassment overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

The chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," making a crisp sound.

"Sorry... I... I didn't hold it properly." Under the curious gazes of the people at the next table, Kato Megumi was so ashamed that she almost fainted.

She lowered her head desperately, and her fair neck instantly flushed a beautiful blush.

“It’s alright.” Seiji Fujiwara’s smile grew even more amused. He admired her desperate attempt to maintain her composure, her eyes glistening with tears, yet she dared not lash out.

……

The return journey was eerily silent.

Seiji Fujiwara escorted her back to her detached house. At the door, he didn't leave immediately, but followed her inside.

Kato Megumi's heart sank; she knew the night wasn't over yet.

Sure enough, as she was changing her shoes in the entryway, Seiji Fujiwara gently hugged her from behind.

"Tonight has only just begun, let's enjoy it, Xiaohui." His deep voice sounded in the girl's ear.

Kato Megumi's body stiffened for a moment.

But then, she resigned herself to her fate and relaxed.

She silently turned around, knelt down, and with her slightly trembling hand, skillfully unbuckled Seiji Fujiwara's belt.

That usually serene and composed pretty face now bore the marks of humiliation and numbness.

She opened her small mouth, her movements awkward yet defiant. An aggressive aura instantly filled her mouth.

She instinctively felt like gagging, but desperately suppressed it, because she knew that any resistance would only invite more prolonged and excessive "punishment" from this man.

Seiji Fujiwara lowered his head, looking at the girl who was prostrate at his feet.

Looking at her slender shoulders trembling violently from endurance, at her tightly closed eyes, at her pretty face, now a mess, stained with my scent.

Seiji Fujiwara felt no pity whatsoever, only a thrill of personally defiling a perfect work of art and claiming it as his own.

……

The next day, Kato Megumi woke up with aches and pains all over her body.

She looked at her slightly red and swollen eyes and pale face in the mirror and sighed inwardly.

Life has become a kind of "daily routine".

By day, she is invisible to Toyosaki, an ordinary student. By night, she is his exclusive plaything for venting his desires, forced to cooperate with him in various shameful "developments".

Days passed, and quite some time had gone by since her parents' plane crash.

Kato Megumi suddenly remembered.

According to legal procedures, the huge insurance compensation should be arriving in your account soon.

That day, after cleaning her apartment, Kato Megumi stopped by a bank ATM to check her account balance.

However, the numbers displayed on the screen did not change at all.