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

"Alright, let's begin." He casually placed the convenience store bag on a chair and walked towards her. "So, how are you going to pay today's 'rent'?"

Eriri watched him approach, her body involuntarily retreating until her back (bgcg) pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere left to go.

She raised her head, her azure eyes blazing with fury: "I just want to beat you up, you bastard!"

“Swearing won’t pay off your rent, Eriri.” Seiji Fujiwara chuckled, stretching out his hands and bracing them against the walls on either side of her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

Then, he leaned down and kissed her lips precisely.

"Well……!"

Eriri's pupils suddenly contracted.

She tried to resist and struggle, but her hands were easily grabbed by Seiji Fujiwara and tied behind her back.

Seiji Fujiwara's other hand supported Eriri's nape, leaving the girl no room to tilt her head.

Then came a kiss filled with aggression and possessiveness.

Seiji Fujiwara's kissing skills, like his talent for writing novels, reached an astonishing level.

Skillfully prying open their teeth, they began their assault, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

Eriri is a "theoretical master" who has drawn countless kissing scenes, from innocent, tentative kisses to passionate French kisses. She can even judge the emotional stage of a character based on the angle, intensity, and the way the tongues intertwine.

At this moment, she could clearly tell that Seiji Fujiwara was using on her the kind of "advanced technique" that only appeared in her doujinshi, enough to make any woman instantly weak in the knees and lose her senses.

Realizing this, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and panicked.

At this moment, her "professional knowledge" has become the yardstick for analyzing how she was violated.

Damn it!

I must find a chance to beat this bastard to a pulp!

Eriri felt a deep resentment.

Although she was trying to keep her body tense, she didn't want to be easily seduced by Seiji Fujiwara.

Unfortunately, she was physically weak, while Seiji Fujiwara was highly skilled.

Soon, that weak, tingling sensation rose up from her spine again, making her feel weak all over and almost unable to stand.

Just as she was about to suffocate, Seiji Fujiwara finally released her.

Eriri gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, and tears welled in her eyes. She leaned against the wall to keep from slipping and falling to the ground.

"It seems your body is much more honest than your mouth," Fujiwara Seiji commented with satisfaction, looking at her dazed expression.

His hands began to wander restlessly over her body.

He was like someone playing a precise musical instrument, knowing exactly where each note was and how to pluck it to produce the most beautiful melody.

Eriri bit her lip, desperately trying to suppress any shameful sounds.

But her body kept betraying her.

She could feel her body temperature rising, her breathing becoming rapid, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of her heart, quickly spreading to her limbs and bones.

"Bastard... Seiji Fujiwara... you devil..." she cursed wildly in her mind.

She knew what he wanted to do.

He was deliberately teasing her, destroying her will, and enjoying the entire process of her going from resistance to surrender.

Like a cruel animal trainer, using the most exquisite methods to slowly wear down all her claws and fangs.

He gave her no room to think or resist, lifting her up with an undeniable force and holding her firmly in his arms. That aggressive masculine aura completely enveloped her, stripping her of her last shred of strength to fight back.

Eriri felt her consciousness being dragged into a bottomless vortex.

"no, do not want……"

She murmured unconsciously, but her voice was so faint that she could barely hear it herself.

for a long time.

When everything returned to calm, Eriri opened her eyes in a daze.

"The rent for today is collected." Seiji Fujiwara's voice rang calmly in her ear. "Good job, Eriri. You can rest for three days."

After saying that, he released her, turned around and walked out of the studio, as if the intense intimacy just now was nothing more than a trivial pastime to him.

Eriri was all alone, slumped against the wall.

She watched Fujiwara Seiji's departing figure for a long time before finally finding her voice again.

He growled at his retreating figure:

"roll!"

Her response was a wave from Seiji Fujiwara without turning his head, followed by the sound of the villa door closing.

Eriri finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the cold floor.

She buried her face deep in her knees, feeling only intense shame and humiliation.

hateful!

How long will this continue?

……

……

Meanwhile, on the way out of the Sawamura family villa.

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in Seiji Fujiwara's mind.

[Ding! Detected first-stage romance target 'Sawamura Spencer Eriri', affection level reached the target...]

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A massive, torrent of information instantly flooded into Seiji Fujiwara's mind.

Countless lines, light and shadow, colors and compositions flashed and recombine rapidly in his mind.

Those complex human structures, at this moment, became as simple and clear as 1+1=2 in his eyes.

The skills that top-tier artists need to spend tens of thousands of hours to master have, at this moment, become completely ingrained in his blood and have become his instinct.

He subconsciously raised his right hand, opened it, and then clenched it again.

He could feel that this hand was no longer the hand that could only write.

It seemed to possess an independent soul, yearning for a paintbrush, yearning to create on the canvas an ultimate eroticism that could ignite all desires.

"interesting."

A smile of interest appeared on Fujiwara Seiji's lips.

……

……

From that day on, Eriri's daily routine of "paying rent" became a fixed and cruel cycle.

Seiji Fujiwara would arrive on time every three days.

He would kiss her and caress her in various ways, using his most skillful techniques to push her to the brink of collapse time and time again.

Eriri, too, went from fiercely resisting at first, to numbly enduring it, and now...

She didn't even dare to delve into the changes within herself.

All she knew was that her body was becoming increasingly sensitive, and more and more easily aroused shameful reactions under his teasing.

She also knew that the anger in her heart had been quietly diluted by something more complex and frightening to her without her even realizing it.

Eriri feels she is sinking into depravity and is terrified of it.

In the blink of an eye, the humiliating "lease" has lasted for more than a month.

Beneath the seemingly peaceful daily life on campus, Eriri's life has long been twisted into a distorted cycle by Seiji Fujiwara.

She was like a domesticated canary, trapped in a magnificent cage called the "Sawamura Family Villa".

Every three days, Seiji Fujiwara would arrive on time and, under the guise of "collecting rent," would perform various indecent acts on her body.

Eriri's heart is undergoing changes that she herself is unwilling to admit.

She was still angry and hated Seiji Fujiwara's shamelessness.

But beneath this hatred, a more complex and dangerous emotion also arose.

Eriri found herself getting used to Seiji Fujiwara's presence, to the refreshing scent of his shower gel, to his aggressive kisses, and even...

She sadly discovered that her body was beginning to subtly anticipate being aroused.

This realization filled her with fear.

She knew she couldn't go on like this.

Otherwise, one day they will fall into the trap and become a pet in Seiji Fujiwara's hands, only knowing how to wag its tail and beg for mercy.

She had to find a way out, a way to get rid of Seiji Fujiwara!

For her, the only way out was her paintbrush.

With such a strong conviction, Eriri devoted all her energy to creating commercial illustrations.

Through her connections with Shinazugawa Bunko, she received a lucrative commission to design and illustrate light novel covers.

Whenever she had free time, Eriri would lock herself in her studio, working tirelessly and pouring all the humiliation, resentment, and anger that had accumulated over the past month onto her paintbrush.

……

……

That afternoon, in a reception room of the Shinazugawa Bunko.

Eriri sat upright, her hands nervously placed on her knees.

Sitting opposite her was Machida Sonoko, the editor-in-chief of Shinazugawa Bunko.

“Sawamura-kun,” Machida Sonoko gently placed the exquisite illustrations on the table with a smile, “your drawing skills are as amazing as ever. Whether it’s composition, color, or human anatomy, they are all excellent.”

Hearing this praise, Eriri breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

My talent is beyond doubt!

She thought to herself.

However, Machida Sonoko's next words plunged her into an ice cave.

“However…” Machida Sonoko changed the subject, saying regretfully, “I’m very sorry, Sawamura-kun, the original author is unwilling to use your work, and as the editor, I also have a negative opinion.”

"Why...why?!" Eriri's smile froze instantly as she stared at the other person in disbelief.

Machida Sonoko picked up one of the cover images depicting the heroine's smile, pointed to the girl in the picture whose smile was flawless yet utterly empty, and shook her head, saying:

"Because your paintings lack 'soul'."

"Your skills are excellent, but your characters are like exquisite dolls. Their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are just superficial symbols, very stiff."

"Sawamura-kun...excuse my bluntness, but I sense that you're doing something you're not good at, and there's a stiff, uncomfortable feeling about it?" Machida Sonoko said hesitantly.

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Soulless... devoid of emotion...

Eriri froze, speechless.

Machida Sonoko is right.

In order to make a living, she deliberately abandoned her previous style and techniques and stiffly imitated the 'commercial style'.

But it has form but no spirit.

The artwork was never published.

“…I understand.” Eriri stood up and bowed to Machida Sonoko. “Excuse me, Editor-in-Chief Machida.”