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

In the management office of the Kyoto International Convention Center, the staff member in charge of reviewing club booths was stunned when they saw a new application.

"The circle's name is 'Egoistic-LILY,' and they sell... R-18 doujinshi..."

The staff muttered to themselves, but what truly surprised him was the title of "chief writer" displayed by the club—Eri Kashiwagi.

"Kashiwagi Eri?! It's that Kashiwagi Eri?!"

Another senior colleague peeked over and immediately exclaimed, "Haven't she disappeared for almost a year? I thought she had completely retired from the industry! Quick, quick, post this on the internal forum, there's big news at this year's CM!"

=At the same time, in the studio of the Sawamura family villa.

Eriri turned on her computer and logged into her long-dormant Pixiv account – “Kashiwagi Eri”.

She took a deep breath and typed out a message:

[Long time no see. I'm Eri Kashiwagi. I'll be returning to this year's winter commercial with my new work, "The Secret Tutoring of a Literary Girl." Booth number: East A-48b. Please look forward to it.]

The moment the "Publish" button was clicked, the entire comment section exploded after a three-second silence!

[Am I seeing things?! Eri Kashiwagi is alive?!]

[In my lifetime!!! My youth has returned!!!]

[King, you have returned from the abyss!]

Seeing the comments scrolling by wildly, filled with surprise and anticipation, Eriri should have been happy, but she felt little excitement.

The draft I prepared this time is of very high quality.

However, the high quality was due to the detailed outline by Seiji Fujiwara, and had little to do with her.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh echoed in the room.

……

……

On the day of Comiket, the Kyoto International Convention Center was bustling with activity.

Before dawn, an exaggeratedly long queue had already spontaneously formed in front of stall 48b in the East A area.

Behind the stall, Seiji Fujiwara disguised himself and sat in a chair, looking completely at ease.

Beside him sat Eriri, who was wrapped up tightly in her clothes.

She was wearing a baseball cap, black-rimmed glasses, a mask, and a wig, dressed in bulky clothes, looking around nervously like a chubby, unattractive woman.

The surrounding noise and fervent gazes made her restless, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes under the table.

"Hey... are you sure it's okay? What if someone we know sees us?" she asked Fujiwara Seiji in a low voice, her voice tense.

“Don’t worry,” Seiji Fujiwara said without even lifting his eyelids, “In a place like this, no one cares what a vendor wearing a mask looks like. They only care about one thing.”

His gaze fell on the cover of the doujinshi on the table.

On the cover, a black-haired girl is in an empty classroom after class, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation, while her body is in a state of decadence.

Eriri thought about it and realized it made sense, and gradually relaxed.

soon.

The first customer arrived at the stall.

"This...this is Eri Kashiwagi's new work?!" The seasoned otaku who bought the book exclaimed in disbelief after flipping through it a few times.

"My God... this art style... it's evolved! It's like a complete transformation!"

"It's not just the art style! Look at the storyboard! And the plot! It's...it's amazing! This is exactly what we want to see!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

Comiket closes at 4 p.m.

The 500 copies of doujinshi brought by Seiji Fujiwara and his team were sold out by noon.

While packing up her stall, Seiji Fujiwara handed her a thick envelope filled with cash.

“This is what you deserve, Ms. Kashiwagi Eri.”

Eriri looked at the envelope, but did not immediately reach out to take it.

"What? You don't want it?" Seiji Fujiwara looked at her and smiled. "Take it. After all, it's the result of your hard work."

Eriri frowned and hesitated for a long time before finally taking the envelope, but still said, "According to industry practice, I'll give you half."

"I don't need that little bit of money!"

"Take it if I tell you to!" Eriri glared at Seiji Fujiwara.

In essence, the credit for this incident largely belongs to Seiji Fujiwara.

She felt guilty taking only half; if she took the whole thing, she wouldn't have the face to stand in front of Seiji Fujiwara.

“Okay, share half with me later.” Seiji Fujiwara stood up, naturally put his arm around her shoulder, and led her out of the venue; “For now, let’s celebrate.”

"Celebrate?" Eriri asked, her head being nudged in confusion.

“Great! To celebrate the triumphant return of Ms. Kashiwagi Eri, tonight… we can change our ‘rent’ payment method to something more interesting.”

tsk...

Eriri clicked her tongue and looked at Seiji Fujiwara with the eyes of someone looking at trash.

This guy's head is full of lewd nonsense!

But she didn't stop walking, letting Seiji Fujiwara push her along.

……

……

Kyoto at night is adorned with countless lights, making it look like an inverted Milky Way.

On the way back to the villa, Eriri remained silent.

She leaned against the car window, watching the dazzling cityscape rushing past outside, and felt listless thinking about what she was about to do.

I'm going to be put through the wringer again, sigh...

Soon, the car drove into the villa's garage.

The two entered the living room.

Instead of taking her to the studio or bedroom as usual, Seiji Fujiwara chose this bright living room.

Eriri sighed helplessly and did as she was told.

There's no escaping it anyway.

It would be better to cooperate and end this sooner.

Seiji Fujiwara made her sit on the huge sofa, bent down, and began collecting the "rent".

The movements remained at the "basic" level, without crossing the final line.

Seiji Fujiwara was extremely patient, savoring the girl's lips with skillful technique, making her breath quicken.

Eriri endured it with all her might, refusing to utter any shameful sounds.

However, just as she felt she was nearing her limit, Seiji Fujiwara suddenly stopped and walked away.

"Well……"

The sudden withdrawal caused Eriri to let out a suppressed sob, and the immense emptiness made her instinctively want to reach out and grab him.

But Seiji Fujiwara simply looked down at her dazed expression, smiled with satisfaction, and then took out his phone to dial Kasumigaoka Utaha's number.

"Shiyu, come to the villa."

Eriri slumped on the sofa, feeling unbearably hot all over. She stared blankly at Seiji Fujiwara, not understanding what he wanted to do.

The doorbell rang, and Shiyu arrived quickly.

She seemed to have just taken a shower, casually draped a long cardigan over her shoulders, and exuded a sweet, rose-scented fragrance.

Seeing the bizarre scene in the living room, the amused smile on Fujiwara Seiji's face, and Eriri's disheveled and flushed appearance, she merely raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Looks like our poor golden retriever is going to get a little 'elite education' tonight."

“Alright, Eriri.” Seiji Fujiwara’s voice was like a final judgment. “Today’s ‘tutoring’ topic is very simple.”

He walked up to Shiyu and, in front of Eriri, picked her up in his arms.

"Today's topic is 'Observation'."

what?

Eriri stared blankly.

Fujiwara Seiji carried Shiho to the central table in the living room and gently put her down.

A blush rose on Shiyu's cheeks. She glanced at Eriri on the sofa, a hint of shyness and hesitation flashing in her eyes.

"Seiji-kun...is it...not appropriate to do this here?" she said softly. After all, even she felt a little embarrassed to do this in front of her best friend.

"What's wrong with that?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled, gently lifting her chin with his finger. "Let her see what it's like to be corrupted; it will help improve her drawing skills."

After saying that, he leaned down and kissed Shiyu.

At first, Shiwa was somewhat reserved, but as Fujiwara Seiji's kisses became deeper and more aggressive, she quickly forgot about the audience and became completely immersed in the moment.

She wrapped her arms around Seiji Fujiwara's neck, responding to him passionately.

Soon, the clothes were removed one by one.

Eriri stared blankly at the vibrant scene before her, her mind completely blank.

What did she see?

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was aloof and proud at school, like a flower on a high mountain, was now like a delicate rose thoroughly soaked by raindrops under Fujiwara Seiji, blooming with a bewitching and unrestrained side that she had never seen before.

No, 2.6, are you really going to broadcast this live in front of me?

Eriri was dumbfounded.

The sounds she only dared to depict with onomatopoeia on her drawing paper were now transforming into a blush-inducing rhythm, blending with the regular, slight vibrations of the sofa, and echoing clearly in the living room.

Seiji Fujiwara is like a tireless classical sculpture, showcasing the ultimate in strength and beauty.

Shi Yu, on the other hand, is like a perfect concerto, showcasing the suppleness and accommodating nature of women to its fullest extent.

The air was thick with a humid, warm scent, a mixture of perfume and sweat. Shi Yu's sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks, giving her an air of both fragile sanctity and breathtaking allure.

Eriri's sense of time began to become disordered.

She didn't know how long this "artistic performance" had lasted, only that the man's movements maintained a heart-stoppingly steady rhythm from beginning to end. Shiyu's response, on the other hand, was like the most magnificent aria, every note precisely on the beat.

Her mind went blank, and her mouth opened wide unconsciously.

The interplay of light and shadow, the undulations of muscle lines, the trails of sweat sliding down the skin... all of these constitute a "work" full of primal vitality.

Is this man... really human?

Could it be that the male protagonist from a doujinshi has come to life?!

Shi Yu seemed to notice her gaze and gave her a charming, alluring look.

That look sent a shiver down Eriri's spine.

A strange sense of anxiety rose within her. She subconsciously tried to imagine that exhilarating feeling.

Finally, when Eriri saw Shiwa let out another high-pitched and satisfied moan, her reason snapped.

Her mind went blank.

Those hands quietly reached under her skirt.

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.

Thank you so much to "duol.." and "lin27.." for the monthly tickets!

Chapter 65 Eriri: I will never give in! (2/4)

"Huh? Eriri, what are you doing?"