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

"Holy crap! Guys! A saint has emerged in the world of light novels!"

"I used to be looked down upon by those old fogies of traditional literature, but now that Fujiwara-sensei has stepped up, he's taken their top prize! That's a resounding slap in the face!"

"From today onwards, who dares to say that we light novel writers are not up to par? Fujiwara-sensei is the idol and role model for all of us!"

"From now on, I can go out with my head held high and say, 'I write light novels!'"

……

Countless readers who were captivated by "After School" fell into a fervent adoration of Seiji Fujiwara's personal talent.

"I'm convinced, I'm truly convinced! How can one person simultaneously reach a god-like level in two completely different fields?!"

"After reading 'After School' and then 'A Certain Magical Index,' you'll find that they don't seem to be written by the same person at all! But they are both equally wonderful!"

"Teacher Fujiwara is a treasure of Japan, a national treasure!"

"He's only eighteen years old; this is definitely not his limit!"

Are we about to witness the rising of a magnificent sun?

"For the next fifty years, all Japanese authors will have to grovel in the shadow of Seiji Fujiwara!"

……

……

One week after the release of "After School".

The entire Japanese public discourse remains deeply affected by the shock emanating from the name "Seiji Fujiwara".

Meanwhile, Seiji Fujiwara was at home, experiencing the feeling of counting money until his hands cramped.

The printing royalties from several works and the prize money from the Rampo Award were all settled and deposited into his personal account.

The prize money of the Edogawa Rampo Prize, ten million yen, is just an appetizer.

The real money-making machine comes from the terrifying royalties of the three works, which are like printing money!

As Rampo Award winner, "After School" typically comes with a royalty rate of 7% for newcomers, as is customary.

However, Kodansha, in order to show its sincerity, directly offered the maximum 9% commission for newcomers!

Meanwhile, the book is priced at 1200 yen.

The first print run was 500,000 copies, with an additional 1 million copies printed, for a total of 1.5 million copies!

This single book brought Seiji Fujiwara a pre-tax royalties of—

One hundred and sixty-two million yen! !

Meanwhile, Shinazugawa Bunko's "A Certain Magical Index" series and "6 People, 6 Days, 6 Guns" also experienced a second spring in sales, driven by "After School," leading to another frenzy of reprints.

The three works combined brought him a staggering income of over 200 million yen!

Among them, Shinazugawa wanted to deepen his relationship with him.

They directly paid his 200 million yuan in royalties taxes!

He can get 200 million right away!

……

……

Shinazugawa Bunko, Editor-in-Chief's Office.

Machida Sonoko was completely dumbfounded when she saw the personal royalty report of Fujiwara Seiji that the finance department had just submitted.

The amount at the bottom of the report is frighteningly long.

She stretched out her fingers and counted the zeros one by one.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... hundreds of millions?!

"Editor-in-Chief..." Her voice was trembling, and her hands holding the report were shaking like leaves.

Aida Ryuji looked up from his documents and saw her looking like she was about to faint. He couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's wrong? Were you scared?"

"This...after tax...two hundred million yen?!" Machida Sonoko stammered, "And this is...it's only been less than a month!"

She knew that Seiji Fujiwara could make money.

But she never imagined that someone could earn this much money by writing books!

This is practically a walking, non-stop money-printing machine!

Ryuji Aida took the report from her and looked at the numbers on it, his eyes filled with emotion and awe.

“Machida, you’ll have to get used to it,” he said slowly. “With Fujiwara-sensei’s talent, making money is as easy as printing money!”

……

The top-floor boardroom of the Fushigawa Group headquarters.

The atmosphere was equally lively.

The group's Chief Financial Officer (CFO) is reporting the latest financial data to the board of directors.

"...In conclusion, thanks to the explosive growth of Seiji Fujiwara's works, our group's profit for this quarter is expected to increase by more than 300% compared to the same period last year!"

hiss--!

All the directors present couldn't help but gasp!

300%!

This is an almost miraculous number for a publishing group that is already so large!

The returns are frighteningly high!!

And all of this is because of one person!

The group chairman, seated at the head of the table, wore an undisguised expression of joy.

He tapped the table and gave instructions: "Immediately establish the 'Fujiwara Seiji Special Task Force,' with Aida Ryuji as the team leader. All departments in the group must cooperate unconditionally! All his requests must be handled with the highest priority! Public relations, legal affairs, public relations, even private security... provide him with everything we can!"

He surveyed the crowd and solemnly said:

"From today onwards, Mr. Seiji Fujiwara will be the most important strategic core of our Shinazugawa Group for the future!"

……

……

In Seiji Fujiwara's apartment.

He leaned lazily against the sofa, opened a foreign shopping app, and began browsing some strange and quirky gadgets.

Kasumigaoka Utaha knelt on the carpet beside him, carefully peeling a grape for him, sticking it in a silver skewer, and bringing it to his lips.

Her gaze inadvertently swept across Seiji Fujiwara's phone screen.

Then, her delicate, pretty face instantly turned red.

On the screen were collars, gags, and other horrifying electric toys made of various materials, styles, and functions, which she dared not even look at closely.

"You...!" Shi Yu was both embarrassed and angry, and almost crushed the grapes in her hand.

That bastard! A pervert!

After making so much money, the first thing you do is buy these vulgar things?!

Doesn't he have anything decent in his head?!

Fujiwara Seiji, seemingly oblivious to her embarrassed and indignant expression, handed her the phone and asked with great interest:

"Shiyu, come and take a look. What do you think of this collar with bells? It looks really good on you."

"And this one, the remote-controlled one, seems interesting too."

"Oh, and this too! Just thinking about installing it on you makes me want to raise the flag right now!"

Hearing these vulgar words, Shi Yu's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.

She snatched the phone away, glaring at Seiji Fujiwara with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"What's wrong?" Seiji Fujiwara asked innocently.

"Humph!"

Shi Yu glared at him angrily, wanting to throw her phone in his face, but her body betrayed her and she started swiping the screen.

After all, the props and such had already been used.

She just can't accept props that are too exaggerated or embarrassing.

So when I see some relatively "normal" (only relatively) and exquisite little items, I still obediently place an order.

Seiji Fujiwara looked at her with a smile, without urging her, and simply said, "Utaha, you want to choose for yourself? That makes sense, after all, you know your own body best."

"Of course, I know that very well."

"Want me to recommend something you haven't tried before?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu blushed, tossed the phone back to him, then turned her head away and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "...Whatever."

We've been living together for six months now.

Her body had long been thoroughly exploited by Seiji Fujiwara, explored in every aspect.

I'm almost used to it.

Seiji Fujiwara smiled, picked up his phone, added a few new items to his shopping cart, and placed an order with one click.

After doing all that, he seemed to remember something, and his fingers, restless, reached for Shiyu's pert spot, which was covered by black stockings, under her maid outfit.

"Has the dredging been completed yet...?"

"ah!"

Shiyu's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted. She slapped Fujiwara Seiji's hand away in embarrassment and anger, the blush on her cheeks almost spreading to her neck.

"Who told you to touch that area!"

Although she sounded ashamed and indignant, she did not stand up and run away.

Seiji Fujiwara grinned mischievously, "I'm just concerned about your future happiness. I saw how hard you were working last time, so I'm checking you out."

"It's none of your business!" Shi Yu blushed deeply, her face practically steaming with embarrassment.

She shifted to the side, her voice unconsciously lowering, "There's... just a little bit left..."

“That won’t do. The progress is too slow.” Fujiwara Seiji immediately had a new idea. He grabbed Shiyu’s hand and dragged her into the room without saying a word.

"Let me give you a 'physical speed boost'!"

"Ah! No! Seiji Fujiwara, you bastard! Let me go!" Shiyu struggled symbolically, but her strength was weak and feeble, more like she was being coquettish.

After being dragged into the room, Seiji Fujiwara used the same trick again, his fingers once more probing that forbidden area.

Shi Yu's body tensed up again. She was both ashamed and angry, and said angrily, "Waaah... I told you I can do it myself... You... Don't dig around with your fingers! I'm not used to it yet..."

“I didn’t move,” Fujiwara Seiji retorted innocently. “It’s you who’s holding on too tightly.”

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

This statement is far more humiliating than the previous action!

Enraged, Shiyu abandoned all pretense of modesty, raised her foot clad in a small leather shoe, and stomped hard on Fujiwara Seiji's instep.

hiss--

Seiji Fujiwara winced in pain, but laughed even harder.

Looking at her adorable, puffed-up kitten-like appearance, the atmosphere in the room unconsciously shifted to the playful banter between ordinary couples.

Shiha also realized this.

After stepping on it, she was stunned.

Looking at the man grinning at her, she felt a complex sense of powerlessness welling up inside her.

"What...what am I doing...?"

"I should hate him..."

"Why...why did it turn out like this, like...like playing around with my boyfriend..."