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

My heart was pounding uncontrollably, as if it were about to jump out of my throat.

She tried to struggle, but the man's arms held her firmly in place like iron hoops, preventing her from moving.

rustling...

At that moment, Seiji Fujiwara took her hand.

The pencil tip landed on the drawing paper once again.

Eriri's attention was immediately diverted.

Her gaze unconsciously followed the moving pen tip, while she simultaneously felt the power emanating from Seiji Fujiwara's palm.

Seiji Fujiwara did not erase her original lines, but instead made "corrections" to her painting with a seemingly effortless yet terrifyingly precise touch.

Just three strokes.

With his first stroke, he subtly altered the curve of the girl's spine. Eriri could clearly feel the pressure of Fujiwara Seiji's brushstrokes shifting from light to heavy and then back to light again; that arc seemed to contain a certain rhythm of life. It was just a tiny adjustment, but the entire posture instantly transformed from "deliberate seduction" to "uncontrollable succumb." The genuine physiological reaction of arching the body due to pleasure leaped off the page.

The second touch was a modification to the outline of the girl's lips as she looked back, with a barely perceptible, glistening drop of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth. This single detail instantly imbued the image with a sense of narrative—she wasn't posing, but rather enduring something so profound that she couldn't even control her drool.

The third stroke altered the girl's gaze. He shifted her originally unfocused eyes, which were gazing directly at the "camera," slightly downwards, blurring her focus, and revealing a complex light in her pupils—a mixture of shame and longing. It was as if she both wanted to look and dared not look, felt humiliated yet anticipated more.

0 .... ...

boom--! ! !

Eriri was shocked, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

If her previous paintings were like erotic photographs taken by photographers, showing models in perfect poses.

So, after these three revisions by Seiji Fujiwara, the painting became a video of an ongoing struggle filled with real desires and emotions.

This painting has come to life!

It's as if it's been given a soul!

This is a huge difference in their levels of understanding!

"How can it be……"

Eriri stared blankly at the drawing paper, her hand, held in Seiji Fujiwara's palm, trembling uncontrollably.

She has been immersed in this field for over a decade and considers herself to be among the best in the world of doujinshi.

Unexpectedly, Seiji Fujiwara shattered her pride with just three strokes!

Eriri was increasingly surprised as she looked at the painting.

Her mind raced as she tried to deconstruct the other person's brushstrokes, only to discover that those three seemingly simple strokes actually contained profound insights into the human body, light and shadow, and psychology that she could not comprehend.

The enormous gap filled her with despair.

“That’s not enough.” Seiji Fujiwara’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Talking on paper is just building castles in the air. The reason you can’t draw the soul is because you rely only on imagination and lack the most direct observation and experience.”

"Practice...practice?" Eriri stared at him blankly, still not coming to her senses.

"That's right, it's all about practice. Without practice, Ms. Kashiwagi Eri will only ever draw flat-chested girls her whole life."

"Nonsense! I just like flat chests!"

As if triggered by a keyword, Eriri jumped up like a cat whose foot had been stepped on.

"Yes, yes, you don't like huge penises."

Seiji Fujiwara gave her a perfunctory answer, released Eriri, and took out his phone to make a call.

The sudden loss of body heat caused Eriri's body to sway involuntarily, and a strange emptiness arose in her heart.

But Eriri immediately suppressed the strange emotions in her heart.

I secretly warned myself, this is a scumbag, don't let your guard down.

"Shiha? It's me. I've come to Eriri's house now. I have something I need you to 'show'."

"What...what do you want with Shiyu-senpai?!" Eriri felt a sudden, ominous premonition upon hearing this.

Seiji Fujiwara hung up the phone, turned around, and gave her a devilish smile.

"Of course... we'll have live instruction."

Eriri immediately felt even worse, a chill running down her spine.

Less than twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang at the villa.

When Shi Yu arrived, she walked gracefully into the studio with a cool and elegant demeanor.

She saw Eriri, who was feeling uneasy in the studio, and the sketch on the easel that was full of eroticism and desire. A knowing glint flashed in her beautiful eyes behind her glasses.

"No, Shiha, let me explain..." Eriri slowly began.

In her mind, Shiyu was unaware that she and her boyfriend had gotten involved together.

"Oh yeah."

Shiyu interrupted her, a half-smile playing on her lips, "It seems our great writer Fujiwara has finally given in and is going to make a move on our cute junior."

There was no trace of jealousy or anger in her tone; instead, there was a hint of amusement, as if she were watching a good show.

This unexpected reaction immediately stunned Eriri.

She looked at Shiyu, as if she understood something, and stared at Shiyu in disbelief.

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.

Thanks to the generous "liuha.." for the monthly pass! I'm at a loss.

Chapter 64 Eriri watches Utaha and Seiji Fujiwara's live broadcast (1/4)

I initially thought Shi Yu was being kept in the dark. But now, the other party's knowing attitude clearly indicated that she knew everything!

But why?

Eriri looked at Shiho with a puzzled expression.

I've slept with your boyfriend!

Why aren't you angry?

Why don't you break up with this jerk?

“Shiyu,” Seiji Fujiwara got straight to the point, “please lie down on that sofa in the pose shown in the picture.”

what?

Eriri's pupils dilated in shock. What did she hear?

Seiji Fujiwara actually made Utaha pose in that... indecent way shown in the picture!

Isn't this an insult?

How can it be……

But Shi Yu moved.

Under Eriri's incredulous gaze, Utaha raised her hand and unbuttoned her school uniform jacket. She slowly bent down and knelt on the sofa in an elegant yet seductive posture, perfectly replicating the pose on the drawing paper.

His face showed no change in expression, and his posture was full of obedience.

No, Shiyu!!

Eriri couldn't help but shout in her heart, "Why would such an excellent girl like you choose to degenerate?"

Even if it's not NTR at this moment.

Eriri also inexplicably felt a strong heartache from being NTR'd.

"Eri, come here." Seiji Fujiwara's voice rang out again.

Eriri shuddered and looked at Seiji Fujiwara in fear.

“Look.” Seiji Fujiwara stretched out his hand, like the strictest art instructor, and began a live lesson.

He calmly dissected every detail of Shiyu's body—the lines of her muscles, the luster of her hair, the emotions in her eyes—in order to show her that unattainable thing called "realm".

Utaha was calmly manipulated by Seiji Fujiwara.

Her shapely body changed shape again and again, following Fujiwara Seiji's instructions.

"..."

Eriri was stunned.

Heartache, shock, bitterness, resentment...

As she watched her friend being subjected to various humiliating poses by Seiji Fujiwara in the "043" room, a torrent of complex emotions welled up inside her, as if a dam had collapsed.

But Shiha remained unfazed, willingly allowing herself to be manipulated by Fujiwara Seiji.

As if she had willingly fallen into depravity, her beautiful body was naturally offered up, allowing men to play with her at will.

Think about it for a moment.

Eriri felt a burst of inspiration.

'Ugh, don't let inspiration strike at a time like this! My brain!' she screamed inwardly.

And in front of.

Seiji Fujiwara was still using professional and calm language to analyze this captivating body.

Half an hour later.

After the "teaching" session ended, Shiyu gracefully departed.

Fujiwara Seiji didn't give Eriri any chance to catch her breath. He pulled up a chair, sat down in front of her, and continued:

"Eri, do you know what your biggest problem is?"

"Wh...what?" Eriri's cheeks flushed red, and her head was spinning.

They were still reeling from the mind-blowing scene they had just witnessed.

“Of course it’s your story!” Seiji Fujiwara analyzed seriously, as if he were doing something perfectly normal and proper.

From a market perspective, he analyzed the changes in readers' tastes in recent years; from a psychological perspective, he dissected the immorality and satisfaction that readers pursue when reading doujinshi; he even brought out Kashiwagi Eri's final work from three years ago, calmly and objectively pointing out the various "immature" aspects of her work in terms of paneling, pacing, and emotional expression, page by page.

Eriri listened quietly.

The more he listened, the more surprised he became, his expression constantly changing.

Every word Seiji Fujiwara uttered was like a scalpel, precisely dissecting the surface of her work to reveal its pale and powerless core.

She couldn't even muster the thought of rebutting, because every criticism hit the nail on the head, pointing out the bottleneck she had vaguely sensed in the past but was powerless to change.

"Contradiction! Struggle! Inconsistency between mind and body! This is the essence of R-18's creation!"

After an unknown amount of time, Seiji Fujiwara's "lecture" finally came to an end.

He stood up and stuck a note covered in writing onto the easel.

"This is the outline, character design, and theme I've drafted for your new work at Comiket."

"A serious and earnest beautiful girl is caught because of a secret, and is forced to become the exclusive plaything of a boy in her class. In the end, she is completely developed through resistance and succumbing to depravity."

"The subject matter is cliché, but the details are what truly determine the quality of the finished product."

“I’ve already thought of a title for the story,” Seiji Fujiwara said, enunciating each word clearly. “It’ll be called—The Disciplinary Committee Member’s Secret After-School Tutoring.”

After saying that, he turned around and left the studio.

Eriri was the only one left in the art studio.

She stood there blankly, staring at the outline for a long time.

Looking at the various details in the outline, Eriri's expression was complicated. She sighed softly, a sense of frustration welling up inside her.

What a huge difference... I can't even see their backs at all.

She touched the outline and thought to herself.

……

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Time flies, and it's already the end of December, the day of the winter Comiket.