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

"Um... Senpai Utaha, about Fujiwara-kun... do you have some kind of secret?"

Asking this question, considering how Shiwa seemed to be enjoying it, might just get her mocking back: "Oh? Are you jealous, Eriri?"

Finally, Eriri tossed her phone aside in frustration.

She found herself completely at a loss for words. In this bizarre three-way relationship, she and Shiyu were no longer simply friends.

……

……

Time flies by.

Another rent payment day has arrived.

Seiji Fujiwara arrived at the villa as promised and entered the studio.

"I'm here again, Eriri."

"Humph!"

Eriri merely raised her eyelids, gave him a cold glance, and then lowered her head to continue sketching the storyboard in front of her.

Here we go again! That bastard is using the guise of 'teaching' to play with my body again.

"You just want to see me give in, don't you? Too bad, I saw through your tricks long ago!"

[Hmph, a scheming, sadistic male protagonist... This kind of character is so overused in doujinshi, it's completely unoriginal. Once I learn all your tricks, I'll draw a doujinshi based on you, where you're gang-raped by a hundred muscular men...]

Eriri secretly looked forward to that scene.

"Why are you so indifferent?"

Seiji Fujiwara walked up behind the girl, leaned down, and his warm breath brushed against her ear, interrupting the dangerous thoughts in her mind.

"So focused on the creative process? Perfect, let's start tonight's 'guidance' with practice."

Without saying a word, he picked Eriri up from the chair and carried her to the sofa bed in the studio where people could rest.

Eriri struggled symbolically for a moment, nudging his chest with her elbow, but finding it futile, she simply gave up and let him do as he pleased.

The girl's expression remained cold, as if everything about to happen had nothing to do with her, and was just an experiment she had to endure for the sake of gathering material.

However, when Seiji Fujiwara began his "teaching," Eriri discovered that there was always a chasm between theory and practice.

His skills were far more sophisticated and torturous than he had imagined.

The initial movements were very gentle, and Eriri was even able to calmly analyze the situation in her mind, as if she were an observer.

[Hmph, that trick again... Inch Stop.]

She sneered inwardly.

[What a cliché trick. First, he uses gentle touch to lower my guard, then through repeated teasing, he tries to break down my defenses and make me beg. Do you think I'm 'Kashiwagi Eri'? I've drawn this scenario eight hundred times. Do you think I'll fall for it?]

Eriri closed her eyes, and could even predict his next move in her mind.

[It's started again, in the same order.]

His fingers first gently inserted into her smooth, long golden hair, his fingertips softly massaging her scalp, while his other hand held her signature double ponytail hair tie and slowly untied it, letting the golden waterfall cascade over her shoulders.

This guy has an almost pathological obsession with my twin tails. He always insists on undone them first; does he think it gives him a greater sense of conquest? Speechless.

Then, his kisses didn't land on her lips, but rather, like feathers, gently touched the girl's forehead and the tip of her nose, finally lingering on her slender, fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Chapter 66 Waaah, Seiji-sama, please give it to me (3/4)

[It's here again... her collarbone. She always lingers here for ages, like she's admiring something. What a narcissist, she must think it's classy. In my doujinshi, the male lead just grabs her and kisses her, okay? That's so inefficient.]

Seiji Fujiwara's hand slid slowly down her back, finally resting on her slender waist, pulling her closer to him with an irresistible force.

He always uses this pose to show off his control; it's so typical!

Finally, his hand moved downwards, gently covering Eriri's long, slender thighs through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

[As expected, it's always legs... This guy is definitely an incurable leg fetishist. He always spends the most time here. So unchanging.]

Eriri calmly muttered to herself, treating all of this as "experience material."

[This is a good opportunity to observe how men engage their muscles and breathe during foreplay... Hmm, their heart rate is also about 15% faster than usual...]

Just when Eriri thought she had completely seen through everything and was even starting to feel a little bored, Seiji Fujiwara seemed to hear her thoughts and a deeper smile appeared on his lips.

His actions suddenly changed.

It was no longer a wide-ranging probing, but became highly targeted, like an experienced pressure point master, striking her vital points with every move!

【Wh...what?!】

Her mind went blank, and her calm and analytical demeanor vanished completely.

Before she could react, the fingers of his other hand had already precisely found the hollow behind her ear and were kneading it gently with his fingertips.

At the same time, his lips came close to her ear, and his warm breath went directly into her ear canal.

“Eri,” his voice was deep and magnetic, “your body is much more honest than your mouth.”

Damn it... why... this place...?

Eriri tragically discovers that her proud theoretical knowledge is utterly inadequate in the face of the other party's overwhelming practical experience!

He precisely identified every weakness in her body, and then, in the most agonizing way, repeatedly stimulated it!

[Hold on! Eriri Sawamura! You absolutely cannot give up!]

She bit her lip hard, swallowing back a sob that was about to escape her lips, frantically telling herself in her heart.

[That bastard... he's a pro! He's doing it on purpose! He's deliberately using this ambiguous and oppressive approach to see me lose my composure! I won't let him succeed! I absolutely cannot show weakness! Showing weakness means losing!]

However, mental defenses also have their limits.

Seiji Fujiwara is like a highly skilled chess player, precisely controlling every move of the game.

His offensive was not a raging storm, but a continuous psychological pressure.

Each time, just as she was about to build a new psychological defense, he would easily shatter it with a flippant remark or an ambiguous gesture; each time, just as she was about to become numb and resigned to her fate, he would deliberately distance himself, giving her false breathing space.

Eriri's will gradually crumbled amidst this repeated tug-of-war and torment.

Once again, just as she felt her spirit about to break and tears of humiliation welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, Seiji Fujiwara maliciously stopped all his movements.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a teasing voice, "How is it, 'Eri Kashiwagi' teacher? Can you capture the feeling now? This expression of crushed self-esteem and a frantic struggle on the verge of surrender is top-notch material."

These words completely ignited the volcano in Eriri's heart that had been suppressed to the limit!

She realized she simply couldn't stand it!

Humiliation, anger, and the frustration of being manipulated and powerless to resist instantly overwhelmed her.

"what--!!!"

Eriri let out a scream of extreme shame and indignation, suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up with a flip.

To Fujiwara Seiji's astonishment, he took the initiative and sat on his lap!

Her long, golden hair was disheveled from the violent movements, with a few strands clinging to her flushed and sweaty cheeks, making her look both disheveled and alluringly self-destructive.

Eriri glared at the man beneath her, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes, and roared:

"You've been teasing me for so long, all you wanted was for me to ask you for something! Now you've got your wish, you bastard!!!"

Eriri straddled him, her long golden hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders. Her delicate, doll-like face was flushed with shame and anger, streaked with glistening tears. Her body trembled violently with rage and agitation, and her azure eyes burned with a flame that was a mixture of humiliation, resentment, and madness.

Like a mother beast driven to the brink of despair, she pounced on him with an almost self-destructive attitude, slamming her lips hard against his.

This was not a kiss, but a chaotic, haphazard declaration of war.

She poured all the pressure she had endured over the past few months, the pain of unfulfilled creative desires, and the restlessness caused by his repeated teasing that she had nowhere to release, into this clumsy collision.

A look of surprise flashed across Fujiwara Seiji's face.

Unexpectedly, this golden retriever, which had been passively enduring all along, would launch such an amazing counterattack.

Haha, this is so funny.

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled inwardly.

When pushed to their limit, would a proud and arrogant person resort to this "proactive attack" to mask their utter defeat?

Seiji Fujiwara allowed Eriri to lead this chaotic "war," feeling her clumsy yet hateful movements. He could even feel Eriri's body, driven by anger, pressing closer and harder than ever before, as if trying to devour him in this way.

But this outwardly strong but inwardly weak aggressiveness, in his view, actually brought him more enjoyment.

What followed was perfectly logical...

Eriri, driven by self-destructive madness, gave away her virginity.

The whole process was more like a chaotic yet fierce battle.

The girl had no skill whatsoever; she simply relied on a ruthless, all-or-nothing spirit to dominate everything.

……

……

After an unknown amount of time, the studio returned to silence, with only the two of them breathing softly.

Eriri lay limply against Seiji Fujiwara's chest, as if all her strength had been drained away.

However, to her surprise, after that extreme exhaustion, an unprecedented feeling of refreshment slowly rose from her limbs and bones, making her brain, which had become muddled due to long-term sleep deprivation and mental stress, clear up a bit.

She even felt that she was in a better state than ever before.

Those storyboards for her new work that had been troubling her for so long—

Regarding the complex expression on the female protagonist's face after undergoing the humiliating physical examination, a mixture of humiliation and relief, several vague yet clear inspirations suddenly came to mind.

[Take advantage of the moment...]

Eriri was secretly delighted and struggled to get up. [While I'm in this state, I'll go and draw those storyboard panels...]

However, just as she propped herself up halfway, a strong arm pressed her back down.

"Where are you going?" Seiji Fujiwara's voice, tinged with a lazy smile, rang in her ears.

"I...I'm going to draw," Eriri answered instinctively, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Painting?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled softly, the laughter ringing out clearly in the quiet studio. "Who told you it was over?"

"Huh?" Eriri looked up in surprise and met Seiji Fujiwara's eyes.

There was no sign of fatigue in those eyes; instead, they burned with a flame even more intense than before.

"What...what do you mean?" A sense of foreboding washed over him.

“My meaning is very simple.” Seiji Fujiwara’s other hand began to roam over her smooth back. “Eri, you seem to have some misunderstanding about me. You don’t actually think that one time is enough for you, do you?”

He paused, admiring the gradually stiffening expression on her face, and slowly added:

“You witnessed my ‘battle’ with Shiyu that night, didn’t you? You should know very well that my stamina is more than that.”

boom--! ! !

Memories of that night flooded into Eriri's mind like a tidal wave!

She remembered! That night, he and Senior Shiyu spent half the night going from the living room to the bedroom!

She saw clearly how Shiyu-senpai was completely drained and unable to move even a finger at the end!

As for myself... I only took the initiative once, and I already feel like I'm about to fall apart!

"No...no!!!"

Eriri let out a shrill scream, like a startled rabbit, and suddenly tumbled off him, scrambling and rolling as she tried to escape towards the door!

However, before she could climb two steps, a large hand grabbed her waist.

"Help! Let me go! I don't want it anymore! I don't want to pay rent anymore!!" she screamed desperately, and was easily dragged back.

The second "battle" was forcibly initiated amidst her cries of despair and resistance.

This time, she had no control whatsoever, becoming a lone boat adrift in a storm, forced to passively endure the raging waves that threatened to tear her apart.

Half an hour later.

After the second battle, Eriri was completely speechless.