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

“By the way, Eriri,” Seiji Fujiwara began casually, as if in a chat, “Speaking of which, how’s your villa doing lately?”

"Huh?" Eriri's excitement came to an abrupt halt, her smile froze slightly, and she looked at him with some confusion. "What's wrong?"

She spoke casually, but her fingers gripping the phone tightened unconsciously.

"Is that so?" Fujiwara Seiji feigned ignorance, his tone as calm as if stating a fact. "I've only heard that the Spencer family is liquidating their assets in Japan. That villa... they don't seem to intend to reclaim it?"

Swish-!

Eriri's face instantly lost all color.

"Is...is that so?" Eriri's eyes darted around, her expression shifting, and her tone uneasy.

Just yesterday, she received an email from the Spencer family's lawyers, who changed their minds and no longer allowed her to live there, demanding that she move out within a month.

At that moment, she felt like her whole world had collapsed.

Eriri dared not tell anyone for the time being.

“Actually, I can help you.” Fujiwara Seiji looked at her anxious and worried expression, but his tone remained calm. “This is just a problem that needs to be solved with money. And I happen to have money.”

“How could you…” Eriri hurriedly raised her head, interrupting her refusal.

That's no small sum of money!

“But I’m not a philanthropist,” Seiji Fujiwara interrupted her, continuing, “I have conditions.”

"Conditions?" Eriri's face showed a blank expression.

Beside her, Shi Yu, who was rushing to finish her manuscript, quietly sighed.

“That’s right, my condition is…you!” Fujiwara Seiji smiled, pointing at Eriri, his eyes burning with undisguised passion: “I want you, Sawamura Spencer Eriri!”

Eriri stared at him blankly, her mind a jumble.

Want me?

Wait, am I hallucinating?

How could Seiji say such shameless and vulgar things?

"Are you... joking?" Eriri asked with a forced smile.

“I’m serious.” Seiji Fujiwara stared at her calmly. “In fact, this is my true self. I like beautiful girls, and if I could, having a huge harem would be the best thing.”

"Eriri, you are one of the people I have chosen for my harem."

"If you agree now, I'll help you solve the villa problem."

Boom!

Eriri was struck dumb, staring at Seiji Fujiwara in disbelief.

In an instant, it felt as if some kind of filter in my heart had shattered.

how come……

How could you say such shameless things!

They even have a harem?!

Go dream!

Eriri angrily raised her hand and slapped Fujiwara Seiji hard across the face.

"You... shameless... pervert!!!"

Of course, Fujiwara Seiji easily dodged it.

"Go to hell!" Eriri turned and left angrily after her slap missed.

On the rooftop, only Seiji Fujiwara and Shiwa, who was rushing to finish her manuscript, remained.

"Why are you all the same? You all like to slap people?" Fujiwara Seiji asked Shiyu casually.

Shi Yu glanced at him and scoffed, "You should be secretly happy that you only got a slap after saying such things!"

“That’s true.” Seiji Fujiwara nodded frankly.

……

……

Eriri left the rooftop, ran home, and cried for a long time.

Humiliation, anger, betrayal...

A variety of emotions gnawed at her heart like venomous snakes.

The calm and composed face of Seiji Fujiwara 043 echoed repeatedly in her mind like a spell.

"Bastard...scum...I misjudged you, Seiji Fujiwara!"

"Give up!"

"I will never ask you for anything in my life!"

She said through gritted teeth.

However, what about Senior Shiyu...?

Eriri paused, thinking that Shiho was also on the rooftop at the time, and wondered what was Shiho's situation.

It's best to break up!

See through Seiji Fujiwara's true colors beforehand, lest you get too deeply involved!

Eriri thought for a moment and sent a LINE message to Utaha to ask, but the message was read but not replied to.

Is Shiyu sad?

She pondered this and felt that it was most likely true.

It's heartbreaking to find that your boyfriend is such a jerk.

"Then I won't bother her for now!" Eriri put down her phone, her face tense, and strode into the room with a stern expression.

She will debut as an illustrator and carve out her own path through her own abilities!

……

The next day.

weekend.

While drawing the sketches, Eriri mustered up her courage and called the relative with whom she had previously left her contact information.

"Hello? It's Eriri... Oh, it's been a long time. What? About the villa? Well... there's nothing we can do about it. It's the Spencer family's decision, how can we outsiders interfere? You... take care of yourself."

The call was abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone.

“Eri-chan, we are also very sorry about what happened to your father. But as you know, our company is not doing well lately... We really don’t have the resources. Here, I’ll transfer 50,000 yen to you first, you can use it to tide you over.”

The other person's tone was full of "sympathy," but it sounded like they were dismissing a beggar.

Eriri was disheartened.

As for the Spencer family on the father's side?

She didn't even bother to contact them.

To the Spencer family, her mother, Lily, was a thief.

The father followed Sayuri to Japan, abandoning his family and his betrothed, which greatly affected the Spencer family.

This incident caused the entire Spencer family and his fiancée's family to lose face, and as a result, they have always disliked him and his mother.

Now that her father and mother are gone, in their eyes, she, the daughter of a "thief," is nothing but a financial burden.

Selling the villa and kicking her out would be a revenge that was more than a decade too late for them.

"Can we just give up?"

Eriri looked around at the familiar villa, clenching her fists tightly.

Now that things have come to this, there's no way she can stay any longer.

……

the next day.

Eriri went out to look for a house.

She went to see the house based on the information provided by the online real estate agent.

"Miss, this is it." The real estate agent, a middle-aged woman, pushed open a creaking wooden door.

A nauseating stench, a mixture of musty, smoky, and damp sewer smells, hit me.

The room was pitifully small, less than six tatami mats in size.

The walls were covered with yellow stains and mold, and the only small window faced the wall of another building, never seeing sunlight.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 61 Desperate, Accepting the Deal (2/3)

The public toilets and bathrooms were even more disgustingly filthy.

She glanced at it only once, then fled as if her life depended on it.

I visited several other places, and the situations were all similar.

With the money she has, she simply can't rent a decent apartment!

……

……

on Monday.

Eriri arrived at school looking dejected.

Failed.

I was defeated by reality.

She's a pampered young lady who's completely unaccustomed to living in a cheap apartment, and there are also significant safety concerns.

What should we do now?

Is it...

She found a secluded spot and took out her phone.

On the phone screen, a glaring name was displayed—Seiji Fujiwara.

She knew that as long as she dialed this number, she could save the house.

Although I haven't asked, a rough calculation of Seiji Fujiwara's royalties tells me that he could easily afford to buy her family's villa.

But the price is...

In her mind, the image of Seiji Fujiwara's calm eyes on the rooftop that day resurfaced.

"...To openly build a harem like this, is this guy living in a two-dimensional world?" Eriri became more and more annoyed.

She originally had a strong liking for Seiji Fujiwara, and even fantasized about seamlessly transitioning to him if he and Utaha broke up.

But once the filter shattered, all that remained was resentment.

hateful!

I really don't want to back down, but I have no other choice.

Eriri bit her lip, took a deep breath, and pressed the call button.

Although I don’t want to admit it.

Although she was angry at Seiji Fujiwara's shameless request, she surprisingly couldn't say she didn't resist it.

The phone rang once and was answered.

The receiver carried the laughter of Seiji Fujiwara.