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

Seiji Fujiwara smiled subtly, without saying a word.

Kato Megumi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tingling sensation in her body, and tried her best to make her voice sound normal as she completed her work report in a serious and methodical manner.

Gradually, being teased at work became the norm.

Seiji Fujiwara's hand would often unintentionally rest on her thigh, sometimes gently stroking her waist, and she would even feel his deliberate touch when the girl bent over to pick up documents.

Kato Megumi's body stiffened, her heart filled with resistance. She would try to avoid him, or use documents or body postures to block his touch.

'I can't let him get away with it, I can't let him think I'm enjoying it,' she thought.

However, as time went on, she found herself unable to completely distinguish between normal conversation and discipline.

Seiji Fujiwara always knew exactly how to strike the right balance, giving her intense pleasure without making her lose control and disrupting the work.

"What do you think of this proposal, the market analysis of the new anime's merchandise?" Seiji Fujiwara's voice rang in her ear, tinged with amusement.

At the same time, his knee was lightly rubbing against the center of her thigh, almost imperceptibly.

Kato Megumi's breathing became a little rapid as she tried to focus on the data charts in her hands.

'Market analysis, market analysis...' she muttered to herself, trying to bring her attention back to her work.

She suppressed the tingling sensation welling up deep within her body; her voice was slightly hoarse, but her logic remained clear: "Based on current data, the target audience's willingness to accept a higher price for limited-edition figurines can be increased by 15%..."

The sound was analyzing, but the body was already feeling the ever-increasing stimulation.

The girl was surprised to find that she was actually starting to adapt to this pattern. In fact, at times, she was even able to complete her work reports accurately while simultaneously enjoying the pleasure of having her body manipulated.

'How...how is this possible?'

This change in mindset stirred a sense of fear in Kato Megumi.

I absolutely hate doing this kind of thing during work hours!

But her body seemed to have its own will, and under Seiji Fujiwara's touch, it quietly became sensitive and trembled.

She even felt that this double stimulation actually helped alleviate the boredom of her work.

It makes those originally boring numbers and reports less unbearable.

She was able to maintain a strange calmness and focus while reporting on her work, even amidst intense pleasure.

'Am I... forced to adapt to this pattern?' Kato Megumi asked herself.

She shook her head violently, attributing this adaptation to her strong self-control and forced obedience.

'That's right, I was just forced to accept Fujiwara-sensei's teasing, otherwise I couldn't finish the work.' She explained, trying to convince herself that this wasn't what she truly desired.

……

……

But day after day.

Seiji Fujiwara's "workplace training" continued quietly.

Kato Megumi spent increasingly longer hours in the office, and she knew that this was Fujiwara Seiji doing on purpose.

One afternoon, Seiji Fujiwara was working on an urgent document. He pointed to a mountain of documents on the corner of the table and said casually, "Organize these."

Kato Megumi habitually got up, but as she prepared to walk to the pile of documents, her body, before she even realized it, had already made a subconscious movement—she took a small step toward Fujiwara Seiji!

She practically brushed against his body and sat down in Fujiwara Seiji's lap!

The act of sitting down was so natural, without any hesitation, as if the place in Fujiwara Seiji's lap was her rightful work area.

not good!

When she realized what she had done, Kato Megumi felt a sudden shock.

What am I doing?!

She glanced at Seiji Fujiwara instinctively.

Seiji Fujiwara simply continued reviewing the documents without looking up, seemingly oblivious to everything.

This relieved the girl, but also made her feel a little surprised.

'I actually... approached him at work?'

This initiative, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples in Kato Megumi's heart.

She began to feel fear.

'Will my spirit, like my body, be involuntarily and completely developed?'

No!

Kato Megumi began to secretly suppress her emotions, deliberately making mistakes at work, such as mistyping a number or omitting a small annotation, to remind herself:

I wasn't indulging in so-called "pleasure"! I can distinguish between work and playing games!

The girl thought this would allow her to hold the line.

However, desires are not so easy to control. Seiji Fujiwara also noticed her "little actions," but didn't take them seriously.

……

……

One weekend, Seiji Fujiwara did not "let" Megumi Kato go home.

He forced Kato Megumi to move back to his apartment with him, ostensibly to "better assist in handling urgent official business."

In Seiji Fujiwara's apartment, Megumi Kato was forced to share a room with him.

When she was doing her homework or working on company documents at her desk, Seiji Fujiwara would always "inadvertently" touch her. Sometimes it was his fingers gently gliding through her hair, sometimes his palm lightly stroking her shoulder, and sometimes even when she was thinking, he would press his body close to hers, letting his hot breath brush against her ear.

'Damn it, how can I concentrate like this!' Kato Megumi thought angrily.

But the task that follows is serious.

She had to endure these "harassments" to complete her task.

Don't worry about it! Just ignore it!

The girl forced herself to focus on the homework or documents in front of her, ignoring her physical sensations.

……

Of course, when going to bed at night.

Seiji Fujiwara never stopped.

He deliberately brought up topics that Kato Megumi was interested in, such as her future plans, the development direction of Genesis, and changes in the industry.

"...I already have some ideas about the new projects for next quarter." Seiji Fujiwara's deep voice echoed in the bedroom, as if it had a magical power.

With each sentence, she became more and more forceful, always making Kato Megumi dizzy.

But the girl really wanted to hear what Fujiwara Seiji was saying.

'New project...idea?'

It was like being in a hellish place, filled with fire and water.

On one side was a serious conversation, and on the other was a joyful enjoyment.

Kato Megumi's consciousness was being pulled back and forth, swaying back and forth.

She wanted to give up thinking and completely indulge herself.

However, Seiji Fujiwara seemed to have a precise grasp of her state, always managing to slow down the pace at just the right moment, allowing her to regain her composure in time.

At the same time, they will also say things that the girl is more interested in.

Kato Megumi had no choice but to perk up and listen attentively.

'Fujiwara-sensei, you bastard!'

Although she cursed inwardly, the girl gradually accepted this unique experience.

She gradually discovered that she was able to think about the company's future and plan her career path even while in a state of joy.

After this happened multiple times.

Kato Megumi was astonished to discover that she had actually become accustomed to thinking while enjoying pleasure, and even...

I'm starting to become dependent!

……

……

Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang, and Kato Megumi woke up from her sleep.

My body was incredibly exhausted, but my mind was unusually clear.

Today's physics homework is... there's a group discussion this afternoon, and the company report still needs polishing...

The girl rubbed her cheeks, her mind quickly switching back to normal mode.

However, a new idea quietly crept into these normal thoughts.

She found herself unconsciously longing for Seiji Fujiwara's manipulations. The tingling and excitement brought on by his light touches, his physical pressure, and his teasing words had become an addiction, quietly seeping into her life.

The girl gradually realized that she began to crave the "unintentional" touches from Seiji Fujiwara when reporting on her work; she craved the aggressive "caresses" before going to sleep at night.

That intense pleasure is no longer just a physiological instinct, but more like a kind of spiritual expectation.

Realizing this, Kato Megumi fell silent, a look of confusion and fear flashing in her eyes.

She looked at her calm face in the mirror, but felt a sense of unfamiliarity she had never experienced before.

'My spirit...'

She discovered that her mindset had already subtly changed, and she was looking forward to and craving this kind of training.

'It's still struggling, but why...'

The composure and self-control that he had always been proud of seemed to crumble quietly, little by little, in front of Seiji Fujiwara.

……

……

Seiji Fujiwara also noticed the change in Megumi Kato. He knew the time was right and it was time to close the net.

One Friday evening, he casually said to Kato Megumi, "Megumi, I have something to do this weekend. I'm going to Osaka and will be back in about a week."

Kato Megumi was organizing documents when she heard this, and her hands paused slightly.

She subconsciously raised her head, her clear eyes gazing intently at Seiji Fujiwara, as if confirming something.

"..."

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief as usual, and his face didn't even show any obvious ease.

Instead, his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of confusion and...reluctance.

"what happened?"

With a knowing smile on his face, Seiji Fujiwara patted her head gently and turned to leave the office.

"..."

Kato Megumi stood there until the office door was gently closed before slowly turning her gaze away.

A week?

An indescribable emptiness welled up in her heart.

The office instantly became quiet and spacious. Without Seiji Fujiwara's figure, she could have relaxed, but she felt a strange sense of unease.

Ugh……

She sighed helplessly, her eyes flickering, everything unspoken.

……

That evening, Megumi Kato stayed home alone.

The apartment was quiet.

She turned on her computer as usual, ready to tackle unfinished work and school assignments. However, she couldn't concentrate.

Tonight, no one whispered in my ear. No one touched my thigh. No one kneaded my…