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

She told herself this, then took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes.

Just then, the previously noisy film set suddenly fell silent.

The shouting on the walkie-talkie stopped.

The stagehands who were moving equipment stopped in their tracks.

The actors who were rehearsing their lines also instinctively shut their mouths.

All eyes, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, were drawn to the entrance of the film set.

Kato Megumi raised her head in confusion, following the gazes of the crowd.

A figure was seen walking slowly towards them through the crowd.

Seiji Fujiwara!

He strode into the film set, his aura acting like an invisible barrier, causing everyone who approached him to involuntarily hold their breath and step aside to make way for him.

For a moment, Megumi Kato's mind went blank.

Why is he here?

The surrounding chatter buzzed like mosquitoes.

"Yes...yes, boss!"

"Oh my god, why would the boss come to the set in person?"

"Look, he's heading in... towards Ms. Kato!"

Countless envious, jealous, and awe-inspiring gazes instantly focused on Kato Megumi.

She felt her cheeks burning and her whole body feeling uncomfortable, like a rabbit suddenly caught in a spotlight with nowhere to escape.

The first person she thought of was Minister Tanaka.

Department Head Tanaka...it must have been her who told the boss about me!

This thought filled her with a sense of helplessness.

She knew the minister meant well, but in her eyes, it was tantamount to good intentions gone wrong. Now... how was she supposed to face Fujiwara Seiji?

What kind of facial expression should I use?

Kato Megumi stood up awkwardly, head down, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

At that moment, Seiji Fujiwara had already walked through the crowd and stopped in front of her.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

Kato Megumi felt flustered under his gaze, lowered her head even further, and whispered, "Fujiwara-sensei... what brings you here?"

"Let's go, get off work."

Seiji Fujiwara's answer was simple and direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

After saying that, he naturally reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her outside.

"what……"

Kato Megumi gasped, her body uncontrollably pulled along by him, staggering behind him.

She could feel the strength of the large hand gripping her wrist, so great that there was no room for resistance.

Everyone on set watched this scene, which resembled an idol drama, with envious eyes.

Meanwhile, Minister Tanaka stood at a distance, watching this scene with a faint smile, keeping his achievements hidden.

……

……

A car was parked quietly outside the film set.

Kato Megumi was practically pushed and shoved into the car by Fujiwara Seiji.

She could not refuse, nor did she have the right to refuse.

When the car door closed, shutting out the noise and gazes of the outside world, she felt her heart, which had almost stopped beating, start beating again.

But Kato Megumi felt that the atmosphere in this small space was so oppressive that she could hardly breathe.

She sat nervously, her body taut, her hands on her knees, her eyes only daring to look at her toes.

She didn't know what to say.

An apology? An apology for taking the initiative to apply for overtime and then alarming him?

Or... thank you? Thank you for coming all the way to pick me up?

No, that's not right.

What she should do now is try her best to act as if nothing is wrong, not let him see her sadness, and not let him think of her as a burden.

Silence spread throughout the carriage.

Just when Kato Megumi felt she was about to be crushed by the silence, Fujiwara Seiji spoke up.

His voice remained calm, yet it was like a sharp scalpel, precisely dissecting all her pretense.

"You're thinking that I'm tired of you, aren't you?"

Kato Megumi suddenly raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.

How...how could he know?

Seiji Fujiwara slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and calmly looked at her small face, which was filled with shock and panic.

"You think I haven't replied because I'm too lazy to deal with you and find you troublesome. So, you just hide away and work overtime to avoid awkward encounters and make yourself seem 'sensible,' right?"

boom--!

Kato Megumi felt as if her brain had been struck by lightning.

He...he knows everything!

All the little thoughts she had carefully hidden were so transparent in front of him!

In an instant, the overwhelming shame and the panic of being seen through made her tremble all over.

"Then..." Kato Megumi bit her lip and sighed, "Since you already knew, why did you still come?"

In her opinion, since she already knew everything, she should be left alone.

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Fujiwara Seiji's appearance only made the atmosphere more awkward and made her feel even more ashamed.

"why?"

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Fujiwara Seiji's lips.

He slowly moved closer to her, his handsome face appearing particularly imposing in the dim light.

"Because you just asked a really stupid question."

"Eh?"

"Who told you I can't do it? Who told you I'm incapable of doing it?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck Kato Megumi's heart like two heavy hammer blows.

She was completely stunned.

What's the meaning?

Before she could react, Seiji Fujiwara took a cell phone out of the inside pocket of his trench coat and handed it to Megumi Kato.

On the phone screen were screenshots of airline tickets.

The top image is a first-class ticket to Washington, D.C., USA. The passenger's name is one she doesn't recognize at all, a name with a distinctly Western feel.

"This is..." She picked up her phone blankly.

“This is my private security company’s advance team to the United States. They boarded the plane half an hour ago,” Seiji Fujiwara said calmly.

“They will go to Washington and, through a PMC company with deep ties to the Pentagon, directly contact the armed leader who controls the area where your parents’ plane crashed.”

"As long as there are enough US dollars, and an 'extra insurance' that will prevent him from playing any tricks."

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"Within a week at most, they will return the black box of NH915, as well as the remains of all 127 victims on board... including your parents' remains, to Japan without missing a single one."

Kato Megumi listened blankly.

She could understand every single word, but when put together, they formed a fantastical tale that she could not comprehend at all.

PMC...Pentagon...Armed Leader...

These words, which had only appeared in movies, were now connected to her parents' remains in an incredibly real and shocking way.

Suddenly.

Kato Megumi's sadness and fear transformed into a surge of gratitude.

She couldn't hold it in any longer.

Large tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying?"

A warm, large hand stroked her cheek, roughly yet gently wiping away her tears with its fingertips.

“Since you’ve done something disobedient, you should be prepared to accept the punishment.” Seiji Fujiwara’s voice rang in her ears in a deep tone.

"Punishment?" Kato Megumi raised her tear-filled face and looked at him in confusion.

A predatory desire flashed in Seiji Fujiwara's eyes.

“That’s right. I’ll punish you properly after this is over.”

His voice was full of bewitching magic.

"I will further develop and train you, so that from now on your mind will only contain lewd thoughts about me."

Kato Megumi blushed deeply at his sudden and extremely explicit words, forgetting even to cry.

She instinctively wanted to argue back, but the words that came out were just a weak and powerless complaint.

"Fujiwara-sensei... saying things like that at a time like this is really ruining the atmosphere..."

But after she finished speaking, she seemed to remember her identity, and her voice lowered, carrying a hint of resigned helplessness.

"Besides, I'm already yours. You can do whatever you want with me. There's no need... to do anything special anymore..."

"Really?"

Looking at her "let him have his way" attitude, Fujiwara Seiji let out a meaningful chuckle.

He knew what the girl was thinking.

Looking at his all-knowing smile, Kato Megumi felt a sudden pang of unease for some reason. She secretly rolled her eyes and muttered to herself.

He had already thoroughly explored every part of his body, inside and out.

Which of those excessive ways of playing haven't I experienced?

It has long since taken the shape of Seiji Fujiwara.

What else is easy to develop?

Seiji Fujiwara knew what she was thinking just by looking at her subtly shifting eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but just looked at her with a smile, as if she were prey about to fall into a trap.

"Just you wait, Megumi. You'll find out."

"Yes, I'm waiting, Fujiwara-sensei." Kato Megumi nodded lightly, a nonchalant smile on her face.

Chapter 145 $3 million, including air support... (3/300)

The other side of the earth.

Inside a US forward operating base in a Middle Eastern country, disguised as a logistics transit station, dust swirls and the air is thick with the acrid smell of diesel fuel, gunpowder, and cheap cigarettes.