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

"Haha, Eriri, you've figured it out?"

Eriri was furious when she heard Seiji Fujiwara's voice, but she had no choice but to back down and forcefully ask, "...Does your condition...still stand?"

“Of course,” Seiji Fujiwara readily agreed. “Come to my apartment; you know the address.”

……

……

That night.

Eriri stood in front of the automatic door of a luxury apartment building.

She was wearing Toyosaki's school uniform, her long golden hair was a little messy, and a few strands were blown by the evening breeze, sticking to her fair cheeks, not detracting from her beauty.

The apartment's automatic door sensed someone and slid open silently, revealing a brightly lit lobby.

Eriri, however, hesitated to take the first step.

With each additional second she stood there, her inner struggle intensified.

Really... do we want to go in?

But if I don't go in, where can I go?

Are we waiting for the Spencer family's lawyers to send people to forcibly clear the place?

Or should you drag your luggage to those cheap rental rooms that you find disgusting just by looking at them?

No... she can't do it.

Just then, the elevator doors in the apartment building opened with a "ding," and a familiar figure stepped out.

Seiji Fujiwara walked out, looking relaxed and content.

He saw Eriri standing outside the door, smiled, and raised his hand: "You're here?"

However, Eriri heard this calm greeting as a mocking remark from the machine.

It was as if reminding her that her current situation was entirely within the man's expectations.

Eriri clenched her fists unconsciously, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Fujiwara Seiji in the eye, and only managed to squeeze out a single word through clenched teeth:

"……Um."

Fujiwara Seiji didn't say anything more, but simply turned around and gestured for her to follow.

Eriri, like a puppet on a string, followed him into the elevator with stiff steps.

The elevator was small, and its gleaming metal walls reflected her anxious and disheveled appearance.

She could smell the scent emanating from Seiji Fujiwara.

It wasn't the smell of shower gel or shampoo, but the scent of Seiji Fujiwara himself.

The aura brimming with male hormones made her feel inexplicably flustered, and as she thought about what was about to happen, her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

she was

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped at the top floor.

Seiji Fujiwara's house occupies the entire floor.

"Sit wherever you like." Seiji Fujiwara gestured to the leather sofa in the living room, then headed straight for the kitchen. "I'll get you a glass of hot water."

"……excuse me."

Eriri slipped on her slippers and entered; this wasn't her first time visiting Seiji Fujiwara's house.

They've visited before.

But the first time, she felt awkward.

Soon, Seiji Fujiwara returned with a cup of steaming water and handed it to her.

"Have some drink, you look terrible."

Eriri looked at the glass of water but didn't take it. She took a deep breath, finally mustering her courage, and looked directly into Fujiwara Seiji's eyes: "You promised..."

"of course."

Seiji Fujiwara placed the water glass on the table, took out his phone from his pocket, pulled up a few photos, and handed them to her.

The photo shows a signed property transfer contract and a bank transfer receipt.

The numbers above clearly show that the current owner of the Sawamura family villa located in Kamigyo Ward is "Seiji Fujiwara".

“I’ve already bought your villa in advance,” he said casually. “As long as the deal is done, you can live there indefinitely, and the Spencer family won’t bother you anymore.”

Eriri looked at the black and white words on her phone screen, and the huge weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.

But then, an even heavier sense of humiliation gripped her heart.

A deal?

Right.

Seiji Fujiwara has shown his sincerity, so now it's her turn to pay the "price".

Think of this.

Eriri's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Seiji Fujiwara noticed her anxiety.

He didn't approach, but calmly said...

"Eri, I'll say it again, I'm not forcing you. Now, you have two choices."

"First, you can leave now, go back to your villa, and continue being a pampered young lady. I will pretend that last night's phone call never happened, and we will still be classmates and friends, just like before."

Eriri suddenly raised her head, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

He...he wants to let himself go?

However, Fujiwara Seiji's next words instantly brought her back to reality.

"Of course, in return, I will charge you monthly rent for the villa. Not much, just the market price, 1.8 million yen."

1.8 million!

This number struck Eriri's heart like a heavy hammer!

Her entire net worth is less than a fraction of this amount! Even if she didn't eat or drink and worked her butt off drawing illustrations, she definitely couldn't earn that much money in a month!

This so-called first option is nothing but a dead end!

Seiji Fujiwara, seeing her face turn deathly pale, continued:

"The second option is to fulfill our 'verbal agreement'."

He paused, then his gaze fell openly on her, a gaze that carried no undisguised possessiveness.

The impact landed on Eriri, giving her goosebumps.

Especially when Fujiwara Seiji's gaze swept over her vital areas, she felt uneasy, as if she were being rubbed by an invisible hand, giving her a strong sense of unease.

"The contract is that you give your body to me. In return, you can not only live in the villa for free, but I can also cover all your future expenses, including your tuition, living expenses, and the cost of those expensive art supplies."

"Now, tell me your choice, Eriri."

The air fell into a deathly silence once again.

Eriri's breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

She knew she had no choice at all.

"...Do I even have a choice? The second one!" Eriri glared at Seiji Fujiwara and said fiercely.

"very good."

Seiji Fujiwara didn't care about her anger; it posed no threat whatsoever, like a cute but fierce kitten.

"Then come in. Let's get started right away." He stepped aside to make way for him.

Eriri bit her lower lip and walked stiffly into the bedroom.

Shiyu wasn't here tonight.

'They must have broken up,' Eriri thought, feeling somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, she wasn't there; otherwise, she wouldn't know how to face her best friend.

Little did they know.

It was Seiji Fujiwara who sent Utaha to stay with her mother so that she could be on tonight's show.

……

Enter the room.

With a "click," the door opened.

"Come here." Seiji Fujiwara walked to the bedside and smiled, gesturing for her to come over.

Eriri walked over stiffly.

But Seiji Fujiwara didn't do anything to her. Instead, he took out a document and a pen from the bedside table.

That was a rental agreement.

“This is the lease agreement for your villa. You are the tenant, and the rent… is zero.” He handed her the agreement. “Sign it, and legally you will have the right to live there.”

Eriri looked at the contract but didn't touch it.

She knew this was nothing more than a "sweet treat" offered by the devil.

"As for our 'contract'..." Fujiwara Seiji's voice rang in her ear, "You know what to do."

He reached out and gently lifted Eriri's chin, forcing the girl to look him in the eye.

"But don't worry, I won't do anything to you for the time being."

Seiji Fujiwara gently stroked her soft lips with his thumb, his tone perfect.

"You're too nervous; it's not a good experience."

Before he finished speaking, he bent down.

Eriri's pupils suddenly contracted. Before she could even react, she found herself being pushed onto the bed.

Then, she heard Seiji Fujiwara whisper in her ear:

"Don't be nervous, Eriri... tonight's meal is vegetarian."

Vegetarian?

Eriri was taken aback. As the once influential Eri Kashiwagi in the doujinshi world, she naturally understood what she meant.

Suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief.

But there was also a sense of inexplicable melancholy and regret.

……

The bedroom was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Eriri lay on the soft bed, her Toyosaki school uniform outlining her slender figure.

She has a long, slender neck, a slim waist, and straight legs.

Her face was as flawless as white jade, as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

Seiji Fujiwara did not rush to act, but instead enjoyed the scene before him.

The girl's slightly flushed cheeks from nervousness, her tightly pursed lips, and her chest heaving violently beneath her clothes... all of this was like a work of art full of tension, bringing him pleasure.

He reached out and gently ran his fingers across Eriri's cheek, feeling her smooth, silky skin.

Eriri's body trembled violently, as if she had been struck by an electric current.

"No..." she was startled and hurriedly stopped him.

"Is that so?" A playful smile curved Fujiwara Seiji's lips. "But our deal has already begun."