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

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Eriri's ear, instantly turning her sensitive earlobe a deep blush.

"Or are you planning to break the contract now?"

Breach of contract...

These two words made Eriri freeze instantly.

Yes, we can't break the contract.

Eriri could only bite her lip, close her eyes, and refuse to look at Seiji Fujiwara.

Seeing that she had given up resisting, Seiji Fujiwara smiled with satisfaction.

His hand began to reach out.

The movements were light and slow, full of probing, as if exploring every detail of a treasure.

Even through the thin fabric of the sportswear, you could clearly feel the curves and warmth of the girl's body, as well as her delicate and soft skin.

Eriri trembled uncontrollably.

A strange, tingling sensation spread throughout her body. This feeling filled her with immense shame, yet she was powerless to resist it.

Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her.

“Relax, Eriri.” Seiji Fujiwara’s voice carried a hint of seduction. “The more tense you are, the worse you’ll feel.”

"No..." Eriri's voice was trembling with tears, a kind of panic that came from having a hard shell peeled away to reveal the softest part inside.

Seiji Fujiwara ignored her feeble protests.

He leaned down, gently pressed his cheek against her collarbone, and took a deep breath.

He leaned down, gently pressed his cheek against her collarbone, and took a deep breath.

"It smells wonderful," he murmured, as if he were commenting on a top-quality perfume. "Is it a cherry blossom-scented shower gel? It suits you perfectly."

His praise, devoid of any lewdness, was more effective at breaking down Eriri's psychological defenses than any obscene words.

Because this was a reminder to her that she was being "appreciated" by this man from head to toe, like an object.

His body, his scent, everything became playthings in his eyes.

Eriri's mind gradually became confused.

She painted countless shameful poses and depicted countless times the way women lost their senses under the control of others. She once thought she was a "master" in this field, able to see through every reaction.

However, when all of this actually happened to her, she realized that the impact of reality was far stronger and more... irresistible than any fantasy she had ever written.

She felt Seiji Fujiwara's weight, felt that aggressive masculine aura enveloping her tightly.

She was like a lone boat tossed about in a storm, all her resistance and pride being torn apart inch by inch by the merciless waves.

Finally, the string of "reason" in her mind snapped completely.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Silence returned to the bedroom.

Fujiwara Seiji slowly straightened up, a look of satisfaction and relief on his face. He looked at the girl on the bed, her eyes closed, her body limp, and her face still streaked with tears, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Eriri was even more delicious than he had imagined.

Her shy reactions and soft, sweet voice brought him immense pleasure.

This was a completely different experience from Shiyu's.

Seiji Fujiwara stood up leisurely, opened the bedroom door, went straight to the refrigerator in the living room, took out a bottle of ice water, unscrewed it, and started drinking.

in the room.

Eriri lay in bed for a long time before she regained a little strength.

She slowly opened her eyes, the lingering sensation and emptiness deep within her body constantly reminding her of what had just happened.

She dressed shakily, and, supporting her aching body, sat up in bed.

But the socks were unwearable; they were filled with Seiji Fujiwara's things.

She didn't want to be like in the novels, soaking her feet in water and playing those humiliating scenes.

I was wondering if Shiyu still had any socks left here.

Look up.

Suddenly, she saw Seiji Fujiwara leaning against the bedroom door frame, drinking water and watching her with a leisurely air.

Eriri's heart was once again filled with anger.

She said with a look of disgust, "Are you satisfied now?"

“Of course,” Seiji Fujiwara said slowly. “However, Eriri, you seem to have misunderstood something.”

"What does that mean?" A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Eriri's heart.

Seiji Fujiwara slowly walked up to her, looking down at her with a hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness in his eyes.

What I just said was just a 'deposit' beg.

“Living in that mansion has ongoing costs.”

"Property management fees, water, electricity, and gas bills, as well as the money I paid to buy it... all of these require you to pay an extra 'rent'."

"you!?"

Eriri's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Liar! You shameless bastard!"

Like an enraged cat, she screamed and pounced on the bed, spreading her arms to try and scratch Fujiwara Seiji's face.

Chapter 62 Eriri Attempts to Run Away (3/3)

Fujiwara Seiji simply stretched out one hand and easily grabbed both of her wrists, pinning her to the bed.

"Let me go! You treacherous scum!" Eriri struggled frantically beneath him, but the immense difference in strength between the two rendered all her efforts futile.

“When did I break my promise?” Seiji Fujiwara looked at her aggressive demeanor with amusement. “I only said that the ‘deposit’ was paid, but I didn’t say that the transaction was over.”

"What do you mean?" Eriri paused, then stopped struggling.

“It’s very simple. That villa, at market price, has a monthly rent of 1.8 million yen.”

"Of course, you don't need to pay that much money."

"You can pay in another way—"

“Every time I make love to you, like just now, or… a little deeper, it will offset three days’ rent.”

"Just ten times a month. You can rest easy and make a lot of money, right?"

boom--! ! !

These words caused Eriri to lose her mind.

She was already embarrassed like this once, and now she wants ten times a month?

"You're dreaming! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

She struggled even more violently, even opening her mouth to try and bite Fujiwara Seiji's arm.

"Eri, don't talk nonsense." Seiji Fujiwara increased the pressure on her, making her unable to move. "Or, you can take out 1.8 million right now. Can't come up with it? No way, then accept my 'goodwill'."

"One million eight hundred thousand..."

This number was like a bucket of ice water poured over Eriri's head, instantly extinguishing all of her anger.

Her struggles gradually ceased.

She lay limp on the bed, no longer moving, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, her eyes gradually becoming vacant.

She realized.

From this day forward, her body will no longer belong to her own.

……

……

The next few days.

Eriri always avoids Seiji Fujiwara.

However, on her phone calendar, she circled each date in red.

That was her "rent payment day".

Three days passed quickly, and the first rent payment day arrived.

The moment the school bell rang, Eriri's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She hurriedly packed her schoolbag as if fleeing, declined all her classmates' invitations to activities, and rushed back to the villa.

Sitting in a room in the villa.

Eriri was restless, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

She would pick up a paintbrush, but couldn't draw a single line; then she would run to the window and nervously watch the gate to the courtyard.

At 5 p.m. sharp, the doorbell rang on time.

The sound of a "ding-dong" made Eriri's body tremble violently.

She knew that Seiji Fujiwara (043) had arrived.

Eriri took a deep breath and used all her strength to suppress the urge to turn and run away.

She walked to the entryway and opened the door.

Outside the door, Seiji Fujiwara was standing there leisurely, still wearing Toyonosaki's school uniform, and even carrying a convenience store paper bag in his hand, which seemed to contain drinks he had just bought.

Upon seeing Eriri, Seiji Fujiwara gave a perfectly ordinary smile.

“I’m here, Eriri. I’ve come to collect the ‘rent’.”

His tone was as casual as if he were saying, "I'm here to borrow a book from your house," but the content of his words was full of malice towards the girl.

Eriri's expression instantly tightened. She glared at Seiji Fujiwara before turning aside to let him into the house.

“Let’s go to your studio.” Seiji Fujiwara changed into slippers without any hesitation and walked straight to the studio. “I’ve always been curious about the environment in which the legendary ‘Eri Kashiwagi’ creates her art.”

Eriri's fist clenched instantly.

The art studio… He actually wants to go to her art studio!

That's where she works!

"No!" she blurted out.

Seiji Fujiwara stopped and turned around, looking at her with amusement: "Why not? As the 'landlord,' shouldn't I have the right to visit any corner of my house?"

“And…” he paused, his smile becoming more meaningful, “or would you prefer it in the living room? Or your bedroom? I can choose either. The choice is yours.”

That familiar, devilish phrase rang out once again.

Eriri's body stiffened.

Living room... Bedroom... Studio...

It's not good anywhere.

Compared to the living room and bedroom, which are full of life, perhaps this studio, which is full of "work" atmosphere, is more likely to numb her and tell her that this is just a transaction?

She gritted her teeth and ultimately chose to compromise.

"……what ever."

Squeezing out two words through gritted teeth, Eriri was the first to enter the art studio.

Seiji Fujiwara followed with a smile.

In the studio, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing everything in a warm golden light.

Seiji Fujiwara surveyed the room with great interest, his gaze sweeping from the professional art supplies over the exercises hanging on the walls, finally settling on the blonde girl in the center of the studio, who exuded an aura of resistance.