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

"Don't be discouraged, you're still young, take your time," Machida Sonoko said, getting up to comfort her.

In her opinion, the girl in front of her was only 16 years old, yet she had already painted at that level, showing immense potential for the future!

But hearing this made Eriri feel bitter.

How can she have time to take her time?

"Yes, thank you." But on the surface, Eriri could only offer a thank you.

……

I came out of Shinazugawa Bunko.

The sky outside had darkened, and a cold wind swirled with withered leaves, stinging our faces and bringing a chill to our bones.

Eriri sighed as she walked home, overwhelmed by a huge sense of defeat.

Just then, my phone vibrated slightly in my pocket.

She numbly pulled out her phone and saw a LINE message from Kasumigaoka Utaha on the screen.

[Utaha-senpai: Eriri! I have great news! My short story that I wrote before has been approved!]

At the end of the message was a smiley face emoji with little devil wings, a favorite of Shiyu-senpai.

Upon seeing this message, Eriri felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly.

It's certainly something to be happy about when a friend succeeds.

But if you fail, it will be even more embarrassing.

Not to mention, Eriri also carried an unspeakable sense of guilt in her heart—she had gotten together with Utaha's boyfriend, Seiji Fujiwara.

If Shiyu knew the truth, how would she look at me with disdain?

Eriri didn't dare to think any further and quickly replied to Shiho's message.

This was the first time Shiyu had texted her in many days.

Eriri: Wow! Utaha-senpai is amazing! Congratulations! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]

Shiyu replied with a thank you, and that was the end of it.

Eriri wasn't in the mood for chatting, so she turned off the screen and put down her phone.

……

Return to the villa.

Eriri was surprised to find that Seiji Fujiwara was already in the living room.

He was sitting leisurely on the sofa, flipping through a book of paintings, as if he were the owner of the house.

Ying Lili was stunned for a moment.

Today isn't "rent payment day"!

"What are you doing here?" Eriri asked, frowning.

Seiji Fujiwara didn't answer. He looked up at Eriri and asked, "What's wrong? You look like the whole world has abandoned you."

"No...no way!" Eriri retorted reflexively, turning her head and walking away.

However, Seiji Fujiwara stood up and blocked her way.

"It was rejected?" he asked casually.

Eriri's body stiffened abruptly. She looked up at him in shock: "How did you know?!"

“Ms. Machida just told me,” Seiji Fujiwara stated calmly, “After all, I was the one who recommended you to her in the first place.”

These words were like a sharp thorn, pricking Eriri.

hateful!

Does even this job opportunity have anything to do with him?

"What do you mean? Do you need my help?"

Seiji Fujiwara said calmly, "I can get second- and third-tier writers like Shinazugawa to collaborate with you... With my current influence, I can do it with just one phone call."

"do not want!"

Eriri flatly refused, frowning as she said seriously, "Wouldn't that harm those authors? As a creator, I want to earn recognition through my own abilities!"

"Is that so? That's a real shame." Seiji Fujiwara shrugged, as if he had expected this outcome.

He then changed the subject, saying, "Since illustration isn't a viable career path, why not go back to your old profession?"

"...What do you mean?" Eriri looked at him warily.

Seiji Fujiwara's lips curled into a playful smile: "Aren't you the famous 'Eri Kashiwagi'?"

"Drawing pamphlets and selling them at Comiket makes money quickly. Besides... drawing that kind of stuff only requires eroticism, not coloring, so it's easier, isn't it?"

Swish!

In an instant, the name Kashiwagi Eri struck Eriri's mind like a bolt of lightning.

She once used this name to make a name for herself in the underworld.

It hasn't been used for a long time because of family changes.

At that moment, when this name came out of Seiji Fujiwara's mouth, Eriri was terrified.

"You... how do you know 'Eri Kashiwagi'?!" She instinctively took a step back.

"You mentioned it to Shiyu, didn't you?" Fujiwara Seiji said dismissively, "Shiyu told me too."

Utaha...

Eriri couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

"Heh...hehe..." She suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, shaking her head and saying, "So what if I'm Kashiwagi Eri? Do you think drawing doujinshi is such a simple thing?"

"Is it troublesome?" Seiji Fujiwara asked.

"Of course!"

Eriri glanced at him and explained, "To apply for a booth at Comiket, you need to be an adult! I used to ask my parents for help, but I can't do that now."

"Moreover, it is dangerous for a girl like me to go to such a crowded place to sell R18 doujinshi alone."

“Most importantly!” she pointed to her head, dejected. “I haven’t put down my sketchbook in a long time in order to get used to the style of commercial illustration, and my skills have become rusty.”

“These questions are quite simple.” Seiji Fujiwara looked thoughtful.

“First, the stall application.” He pointed to himself. “I’m an adult now, I can help you apply and handle all the procedures.”

"Secondly, there's the issue of security," he continued. "On Comiket day, I'll personally go and help you sell. With me there, no one will dare to harass you."

"As for the third, and most crucial, issue..." His gaze fell on Eriri's slightly widened azure eyes, filled with shock, and he smiled gently, "Your drawing skills... well, I can help you with that too."

"You'll help me?" Eriri laughed helplessly, as if she had heard a joke. "I can forget about the first two, but the third one... You're a novelist, how could you teach me how to draw a doujinshi?"

“Whether you understand or not isn’t something you can just say.” Faced with her questioning, Seiji Fujiwara did not argue.

He simply walked to the door of her studio and pointed with his chin at the huge easel inside.

"I can demonstrate it to you right now."

His tone was as flat as if he were ordering an apprentice around.

"Are you serious?" Eriri stared at Seiji Fujiwara suspiciously.

"of course."

"Don't lie to me, or I'll..." Eriri bared her fangs, glared threateningly at Seiji Fujiwara, and strode into the art studio.

Seiji Fujiwara didn't find it threatening at all; instead, he found it cutely fierce.

……

Enter the art studio.

Eriri prepared paper and pen and sat down at the table.

"Draw what?" she asked with a distrustful tone.

"Just draw one: a girl kneeling on the bed, looking up with a dreamy gaze back." Seiji Fujiwara's voice drifted from behind her.

Eriri's cheeks flushed instantly.

This pose... is one of the classic poses she has drawn countless times, and it best embodies the curves and sensuality of the female body.

This guy, he wouldn't be secretly buying my work to generate electricity, would he?

Eriri couldn't help but glance at Seiji Fujiwara.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to start?" Seiji Fujiwara looked back in confusion.

"Hmph, it's nothing!"

She gave a soft hum and began to write.

rustling...

The pencil flew across the drawing paper.

It must be admitted that even when she was in a state of confusion, Eriri's skills remained incredibly solid.

In just over ten minutes, a smooth-lined, structurally accurate, and dynamic sketch of a young girl appeared on the paper.

The girl in the picture is kneeling on a soft bed, her waistline sinking down and her buttocks sticking out high, forming an incredibly alluring curve.

The girl turned her head, her hair falling over her shoulders, her large eyes filled with a hint of mystery and invitation.

Whether from the perspective of human anatomy or perspective, it is almost flawless.

"It's finished." Eriri put down her pen, a hint of barely perceptible pride in her heart.

I didn't expect that after not painting for so many days, I would still have this level of skill.

Seiji Fujiwara slowly walked over, bent down, and carefully examined the sketch on the easel.

His breath gently brushed against Eriri's ear, instantly turning her sensitive earlobe a blush.

She shifted uncomfortably, wanting to move further away, but Fujiwara Seiji seemed oblivious, maintaining the distance that made her heart race.

"Well done," Fujiwara Seiji finally spoke, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

Just as a sense of smugness rose in Eriri's heart, she heard what he said next.

“But it’s still the same old problem… template-based.” He shook his head, his tone full of regret. “It lacks vitality, which means it lacks soul.”

"What do you know?! You're such an amateur!" She instantly snapped.

"Whether you're an amateur or not, you'll find out once you try." Fujiwara Seiji didn't argue with her; he simply reached out and took the pencil from her hand. Then he made a move that Eriri never expected.

Seiji Fujiwara gently wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His chest pressed against her back, and his left hand covered her left hand, which was resting on the edge of the easel.

Fujiwara Seiji's right hand grasped her right hand, which was frozen in mid-air and hadn't yet retracted, and put the pencil back between the girl's fingers.

Then, he used his hand to completely envelop her hand.

Seiji Fujiwara then embraced Eriri in a loving and intimate manner.

"What...what are you doing?!" Eriri's mind went completely blank for a moment!

She could clearly feel the firm, warm chest of a man behind her.

She could smell that familiar scent emanating from Seiji Fujiwara, a scent that made her feel uneasy.

You can feel the warmth and steady strength in the hand holding hers.

Shame, anger, and a hint of panic that she herself dared not admit were intertwined in her mind, forming a tangled mess.

"do not move!"

Seiji Fujiwara's voice, with an irresistible magic, whispered in her ear. "Look closely, feel closely. Let me teach you how to give it a soul."

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The air in the studio suddenly became quiet.

Eriri's cheeks turned bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.