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

He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the back of her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace without any room for argument.

"Well--!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka gasped in surprise, and just as she was about to struggle, Fujiwara Seiji's lips had already forcefully pressed against hers.

A liquid mixed with sake and masculine scent was forcibly poured into her mouth.

She struggled frantically, pounding her fists on his chest.

But his weakness and exhaustion due to drunkenness made him seem insignificant in the face of Seiji Fujiwara's superhuman physique.

The mouth was easily pried open. Resistance was easily broken.

"!?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

She felt even more drunk, her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, her face was burning red, and she felt completely drained.

Under his guidance, Hiratsuka Shizuka's consciousness gradually blurred.

Fujiwara Seiji only released her when she was almost out of breath.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was annoyed at herself for so easily succumbing to temptation and tried to push the man in front of her away.

However, his body was already too weak to exert any strength.

“Ms. Shizuka,” Seiji Fujiwara whispered in her ear with a smug laugh, “would you like to go to my room, or to your room, to take the next step?”

Hiratsuka Shizuka glared at him, but sighed inwardly.

Given my current situation, I'm afraid I can't escape it tonight.

“…Go to my room.” She closed her eyes, her face filled with helplessness.

Seiji Fujiwara smiled with satisfaction, picked her up by the waist, and strode out of the tavern.

……

……

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Hiratsuka Shizuka slowly awoke.

She slept exceptionally soundly and sweetly that night.

until……

She felt herself being held in a strong and warm embrace, and the crazy and shameful memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tide!

"what--!"

She let out a short scream and sprang up as if she had been electrocuted.

Looking at the "culprit" sleeping soundly beside him, he couldn't help but feel angry and embarrassed.

"Boy, get out of here!"

She cursed as she shoved Fujiwara Seiji forcefully, trying to kick him off her bed.

Seiji Fujiwara was woken up by the noise.

He opened his eyes, looked at the naked, humiliated, and indignant beautiful teacher in front of him, laughed, and then flipped over, pinning her beneath him.

"Good morning, Xiaojing. Now that you're awake, how about we have a pleasant morning workout?"

"You...you let me go!" Hiratsuka Shizuka trembled with fear, quickly begging for mercy, "No! Absolutely not! Last night was enough, please let me go!"

Putting aside the madness and indulgence of last night, the feeling was so pleasurable it was frightening.

They were so engrossed in their own world that they seemed to have ascended to heaven.

Most importantly, she couldn't possibly be sober enough to mess around with a high school student!

Even if this high school student is already an adult!!

"Oh?" Seiji Fujiwara grinned mischievously. Instead of stopping, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "But, Shizuka, I discovered last night that you are just a paper tiger with a tough exterior."

His aggressive masculine aura, mixed with the languor of the morning, enveloped him completely.

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a burning sensation at the base of her ears, and her heart pounded wildly. The resistance she had just mustered vanished like a punctured balloon in the face of this absolute oppression.

"Damn it, kid, you just wait and see!!"

In the end, she could only reluctantly utter a harsh remark that had no real power, and then tightly closed her eyes.

……

After a long while, Fujiwara Seiji, feeling refreshed, was thrown out of the room by Hiratsuka Shizuka with a pillow.

Hiratsuka Shizuka locked herself in her room, feeling both ashamed and angry, as if she had never been so humiliated in her life. She rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over her burning cheeks, cursing Fujiwara Seiji, that bastard, a thousand times in her mind.

She soaked in the bathtub, picked up her phone, and felt relieved that she hadn't missed her flight.

However, when she opened her phone and saw the message Professor Yamada had sent a few hours earlier, she was completely stunned.

Xiaojing, I've changed to an earlier flight and left.

Also, many people saw Fujiwara-kun escort you back to your room again last night...

I understand that young people easily become familiar with each other, and it's common in literary circles... but Fujiwara-kun does have a girlfriend, so he should be mindful of the impact.

boom--!

Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned, her expression blank.

Finished!

In Professor Yamada's eyes, she became a bad woman who was "an old cow eating young grass" and "actively NTR'd other girls' boyfriends"!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

From the bathroom came Hiratsuka Shizuka's devastating wails.

She wished she could find a spot right now and bury herself there!

……

……

Meanwhile, Seiji Fujiwara returned to the door of his suite and checked the system notifications.

[Ding! Target 'Hiratsuka Shizuka' detected.]

[Stage 1 of the strategy, 'Forced Acceptance', has been completed!]

[Initial reward for this phase: Permanent ability: Combat Intuition and Muscle Memory (Beginner)!]

[Ability Description: Your neural reaction speed and dynamic vision have been initially enhanced. You can roughly judge the opponent's attack trajectory in an instant. At the same time, your body will automatically memorize and optimize all learned fighting moves to counterattack or dodge in the most efficient and precise way.]

"Combat instinct and muscle memory, huh..."

Seiji Fujiwara pondered the name of the reward in his mind.

"As expected of the 'Iron Fist Teacher,' this is a very fitting reward. Although the world seems peaceful, having an extra skill to save your life is never a bad thing. Moreover, this kind of absolute control over the body might come in very handy in certain 'sports.'"

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The moment he finished speaking, a faint warm current rose from his spine, like a winding electric snake, instantly spreading throughout his limbs and bones, eventually merging into every muscle fiber and nerve ending.

The whole process took only a moment, yet it gave him a wonderful feeling of being reborn.

He felt as if his world had suddenly become clearer.

At the end of the corridor, a small flying insect startled by the light, its chaotic flight path was as clear in his mind as a slow-motion scene, allowing him to predict where the insect would land the next moment.

Seiji Fujiwara casually raised his hand and clenched his fist.

A feeling of precise control over every muscle and every nerve arises spontaneously.

He even had the illusion that, if he wanted, he could control the frequency of his heartbeat and make every punch he threw have the most perfect force.

"This is getting more and more interesting," Seiji Fujiwara chuckled softly.

Subsequently.

He pushed open the door and went into the room.

"I'm back, Shiyu."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was sitting on the sofa, calmly reading a book.

We have no objection to Seiji Fujiwara not returning home all night.

She simply looked up at him, smiled, and asked, "Welcome back... We've pretty much done exploring Hokkaido, where to next?"

His tone was natural, without any hint of unease.

After all, she had long since accepted the womanizing ways of this scumbag man in front of her.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Fujiwara Seiji, with an equally nonchalant expression, naturally took over the conversation: "If so, go wherever you want to go. If not, stay a few more days and then go back to Kyoto."

“Okay, then let’s go back to Kyoto in a few days.” Shiyu thought for a moment, then said, since she didn’t have anywhere else she wanted to go.

……

……

The two stayed at the guesthouse for three days, during which they bought some souvenirs. On the morning of the fourth day, they took a bus back to Kyoto.

Chapter 57: Advertising with Naoki Reward (1/2)

three days later.

After their trip, Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha took a plane back to their upscale apartment in Kyoto.

The fatigue from the journey had long been washed away by several days of rest.

At this moment, he was sitting on the soft sofa in the living room, and on the low table in front of him, a set of exquisite tea set was emitting wisps of steam.

The tea set we received at the literary gathering was just what we needed to use.

Beside him, Kasumigaoka Utaha quietly flipped through an original hardcover book, her beautiful legs encased in black over-the-knee stockings, which were casually caressed by Fujiwara Seiji's large hand.

It feels great as always.

Fujiwara Seiji nodded secretly, ignoring Utaha's disdainful look, and firmly pushed his way between her tightly pressed legs, exploring the depths without hesitation.

"Tsk..."

A blush and impatience rose on the girl's face. Suppressing her instincts, she deliberately parted her legs slightly.

Seiji Fujiwara gave him an admiring look, but did not push his luck.

After all, there are still important things to do.

Seiji Fujiwara shifted his gaze from Utaha's profile to the laptop in front of him.

"The Devotion of Suspect X" has been revised.

'Find some time to submit your work, win back the Naoki Prize, and then the literary world will have nothing to do.'

'After all, I'm just an 18-year-old boy; it's highly unlikely I'll win a literary award.'

Seiji Fujiwara pondered to himself.

"Ding-dong-"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence inside.

Shiyu immediately pushed Fujiwara Seiji's hand away, went into her room to straighten her clothes, changed into a pair of jeans, and then went out to open the door.

'Such a short time?'

Seiji Fujiwara looked at Utaha's long legs encased in denim trousers and couldn't help but feel curious.

'No time to switch? Could it be Chris?'

Thinking about this, my heart soared.

pity.

The guests entered quickly.

It is the energetic Ryuji Aida, the chief editor of Shinazugawa Bunko, and the capable and elegant Sonoko Machida, the chief editor.