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

Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Seiji Fujiwara's voice, like a devil's whisper, suddenly rang out above her head.

Eriri jolted awake!

She looked up and saw that Seiji Fujiwara had stopped what he was doing and was watching her with great interest, a playful smile on his face like a cat playing with a mouse.

Shi Yu, who was lying limp on the table, was also panting and looking at her with a mixture of pity and amusement.

"So, just looking at you is enough to make you lose your temper?" Seiji Fujiwara teased. "If that's the case, you can ask me for help. Just ask, and I'll definitely grant your request."

boom--! ! !

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Eriri's head, instantly extinguishing all of Eriri's desires.

She immediately glared at him angrily.

This man did it on purpose from the very beginning!

He teased himself to the point of being neither here nor there, and then deliberately did it live in front of him and Shiyu, all with the aim of making her, driven by desire, willingly abandon all her dignity and beg him for what she wanted!

Are they really treating reality like a textbook?

Eriri thought to herself, "You're dreaming!"

She abruptly withdrew her hand, straightened her back, and forcefully suppressed the desire within her that was almost consuming her.

At the same time, his two azure eyes were fixed on Seiji Fujiwara.

It's as if they're determined to fight to the very end!

[You bastard! You bastard! I will never give up! Never!]

【I, Eriri Sawamura Spencer, even if my body is burned to ashes by desire, I will never beg for mercy from you, you devil!】

Seeing her stubbornness, Seiji Fujiwara's smile deepened.

Without saying anything more, he turned his head, leaned down again, and whispered a few words in Shiyu's ear.

Immediately, the "rhythm" in the living room suddenly accelerated, and the regular vibrations became more rapid and heavy, as if trying to tear the entire sofa apart.

Accompanying this was Shi Yu's voice, which seemed deliberately elevated, broken yet melodious.

Eriri closed her eyes, but the sound kept penetrating her ears, stirring the heat within her.

She dug her nails deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to fight against the waves that were constantly assaulting her reason.

……

……

More than a month has passed since Comiket 16 in winter.

However, the online buzz surrounding "Eri Kashiwagi's triumphant return" remains as strong as a fire in the dead of winter.

Eriri's Pixiv and Twitter accounts are flooded with tens of thousands of fan comments every day, as well as a deluge of commercial writing requests.

Most of those extending olive branches to her were well-known R-18 doujinshi circles and publishers specializing in adult comics.

As long as it is not sold to minors, the book is a legal product in Japan.

Of course, this restriction, like the prohibition against minors drinking or smoking, is a classic example of the Maginot Line; those who know, know.

"They're all asking for articles..."

Eriri sat on the cold gaming chair, wrapped in a thick blanket, staring blankly at the praise on the screen that would drive any fan artist crazy.

[Torano's Den Anonymous Version]

[Topic: Discussion on the drawing techniques of Eri Kashiwagi's new work, "The Disciplinary Committee's Secret Tutoring"]

1L (Original Poster): I'm absolutely blown away! Everyone wake up and discuss this masterpiece! Look closely at that panel on page 18, the curve of the female lead's back as the male lead pins her to the podium! It's not just pure eroticism; there's humiliation, resistance, but more importantly, the thrill of her body being explored! What has Kashiwagi Eri-sensei gone through these past few years? Her drawing skills have evolved so terrifyingly!

12L: I agree with the comment above! The old Kashiwagi Eri-sensei drew "beautiful girls in H-poses," very pretty, but a bit fake, like delicate dolls. Now, she draws "a living, breathing girl experiencing H-things!" The sense of immediacy and realism is on a completely different level! Looking at that page, I can imagine a whole NTR drama!

35L: Upstairs, your perspective is too narrow! This has transcended simple NTR; it's a kind of psychological domination! Look at the female lead's eyes, that mixture of hatred and dazed look—it's a work of art! I would call it "Eri Kashiwagi's Renaissance"!

……

[Melon Editorial Department - Private Message]

From: Kenichi Yamada (Editor-in-Chief of Monthly ComiX, a Melon publication)

Subject: A Sincere Invitation to Commercial R-18 Manga Serialization

Content: Dear Ms. Kashiwagi Eri, I am Yamada, the editor-in-chief of Monthly ComiX. Our editorial team has already read your masterpiece in this commercial, and we are all deeply impressed by your transformed drawing skills and emotional expression! We believe your talent should not be limited to the doujinshi (fan-made comics) field. Our magazine is willing to offer you the highest industry fee (8 yen per page) for a long-term commercial R-18 manga series, with the subject matter and length entirely up to you! We believe you will become the next leading adult manga queen!

……

[Private message from the well-known doujin circle "neet-neet"]

From: neet-neet organizer

Subject: I admire the expert! Seeking collaboration!

Content: Kashiwagi Eri-sensei! I'm the organizer of neet-neet! I bought three copies of her new book: one for my collection, one for spreading the word, and one for admiration! You're a god, sir! Please, next time you publish a new journal, include us! We can handle all the post-production and printing! We just want our club's name printed on the cover! (Serving tea to the esteemed author.jpg)

……

These compliments, if given in the past, would have been enough to make Eriri dance with joy in her studio.

But at this moment, they felt like tiny needles, pricking her heart with a mixture of pain and itch.

She simply scrolled through her mouse expressionlessly, politely replying to the other party.

Because she knows better than anyone where the “evolution” these people are touting originates.

After politely declining all offers.

Eriri leaned back wearily in her chair and closed her eyes.

The studio was quiet, with only the slight hum of the computer tower.

However, the image of that man holding her hand and meticulously correcting her drawing kept replaying in her mind.

She could clearly recall the warmth of his palm, the irresistible force, and the magical, devilish whisper in his ear as he spoke.

"...Look here, the girl's waistline needs to drop a little lower, and the muscles need to show a sense of relaxation after tension. This is to express the state of the body subconsciously releasing force due to tension..."

"...The eyes, the pupils should be unfocused, but there should be a hint of tears in the corners of the eyes; this is the essence of shame and longing coexisting, what readers most want to see..."

"...And your fingers, don't clench your fists, let them open limply, fingertips slightly curled, as if trying to grasp something, but grasping nothing at all. This sense of helplessness is the greatest eroticism..."

Those words, those instructions, echoed in her mind like a spell, each word carrying warmth, making her cheeks burn.

She could even feel her breathing becoming rapid and her heart beating uncontrollably.

A familiar, intensely shameful heat rose quietly from the depths of her body, like a gentle stream, converging into a warm current.

Her hand, without her noticing, reached across the blanket towards her skirt...

"—!"

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the warm fabric, Eriri shuddered and suddenly woke up!

She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, her azure eyes filled with shock and anger.

She looked down at her unruly hand, as if she were looking at something dirty.

"What...what am I doing?!"

Just recalling that man's "teachings" caused such a strong reaction in my body!

This was even more humiliating for her than being openly harassed by Seiji Fujiwara!

Eriri shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off those shameful images.

After a surge of intense shame and indignation, an even more complex emotion welled up inside me.

Although the process was so humiliating that she wanted to die, and although she wished she could rub that bastard Fujiwara Seiji's face against the canvas a hundred times, she had to admit...

That man opened a door she had never seen before for her.

He made her realize how pale and powerless her once-proud painting skills were in the face of true "emotional expression."

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, but...

Fujiwara Seiji's guidance led her to the right path.

“That’s right…” Eriri took a deep breath, sat up straight again, and the flames of resentment rekindled in her azure eyes. “I can’t stop here… I must… make all this humiliation my own!”

She rejected all commercial writing offers, not out of despair, but because she knew she wasn't qualified yet.

She was merely a puppet that replicated the "soul" of Seiji Fujiwara.

They failed to transform those insights into their own skills!

What she needs to do is digest, absorb, and then surpass!

She wants to create her next fanfiction, a work that is truly under her own control and that thoroughly integrates those "teachings"!

After making up her mind, Eriri rallied and threw herself back into her creative work.

However, just as she was conceiving the storyboard for her new work, she unexpectedly found a note that did not belong to her in the corner of her drawing table.

Above is Seiji Fujiwara's elegant yet glaring handwriting.

[That's a good drawing. I'm looking forward to our 'guidance' together next time it's 'rent'.]

Eriri's cheeks flushed red instantly, all the way to her ears.

Anger, shame, and a mix of other emotions nearly made her break the G pen in her hand.

"Bastard! Scumbag! Demon!" she muttered through gritted teeth, crumpling the note into a ball and throwing it into the trash can.

That man, he really knew everything!

He had long foreseen that he would choose this path!

This note is a blatant provocation and a proclamation!

What annoyed her even more was the "we".

This word inevitably reminded her of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Why would that girl, who always maintained elegance and a sharp tongue at school, and was as proud and confident as a flower on a high mountain, be willing to submit to that man in such a humble way?

She even... she even actively cooperated with him to "guide" her?

Several fragments of that night flashed through Eriri's mind.

……

At Fujiwara Seiji's prompting, Utaha knelt on the carpet and voluntarily unbuckled his belt.

In that instant, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were filled with an unusual fervor. She raised her head and looked at Fujiwara Seiji with an almost sacrificial gaze, as if he were her god and she was about to offer up everything she had most precious.

……

During a break, Seiji Fujiwara went to get a drink of water, and Utaha took the initiative to get up and, just like in a doujinshi, gently and carefully cleaned the dirt off the gun.

To facilitate the next firing of bullets.

……

At the last moment.

Eriri even heard Uta whisper in Fujiwara Seiji's ear, in a voice she had never heard before, so sweet it was almost sickening, begging for even more excessive treatment... There was no coercion in that voice, only pure longing.

……

These images caused Eriri's blush, which had just subsided, to surge back intensely, burning her with a sense of panic and confusion.

She couldn't understand it at all.

Utaha-senpai... what is she thinking? Has she been caught red-handed? Or... is she actually enjoying it?

This thought sent a chill down Eriri's spine, along with a complex emotion mixed with jealousy that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She instinctively took out her phone, swiped the screen, and found Kasumigaoka Utaha's contact information.

Her finger hesitated on the call button for a long time, the light from the screen reflecting her ever-changing face.

What should I ask?

"Hey? Utaha-senpai? Why are you willing to be manipulated by Fujiwara Seiji?"

No, no, no, this is simply courting death!

The moment those words left his mouth, he knew she would tear him to shreds with her sharp tongue.