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

The girl's eyes were glazed over, her gaze seductive, and a trace of saliva even clung to the corner of her mouth.

She felt as if her bones had turned to cotton, and she had exhausted her last bit of strength.

It's over... This should finally be over...

Her mind was no longer capable of thinking; only this one thought remained.

However, the demon only paused briefly to catch its breath before pressing down on it again.

"Ten minutes of rest should be enough, Eriri."

"No... I can't take it anymore..."

Fear, like vines, once again entwined around her heart.

She began to feel genuinely afraid, her voice trembling with tears as she begged, "Seiji...please...I really can't take it anymore...please spare me..."

Looking at her tearful, pleading appearance, Fujiwara Seiji felt no pity whatsoever; instead, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

This kind of begging and flattery only fuels the man's ferocity.

He lowered his head and kissed away the girl's tears, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, "No, you can do it. I know you, golden retriever, haven't reached your true limit yet."

The third battle unfolded mercilessly.

This experience is beyond words.

Eriri felt as if her soul had been knocked out of her body and then forcibly pulled back in.

An intense tingling sensation shot from her tailbone all the way to the top of her head, sending shivers through her entire body, from her skin to her bones.

Her mind went blank, and she completely lost control of her body.

……

By the time the aftermath of the third battle subsided, she no longer had the strength to beg for mercy.

But that man, that devil, didn't seem to have had enough.

"wait wait wait!"

With the fourth battle about to begin, Eriri's survival instinct kicked in, and she hurriedly made various verbal promises, "No...don't continue...I'll promise you anything!"

"I will never talk back to you again!"

"Whatever you say! Please! I'll really die!"

Fujiwara Seiji listened to her incoherent promises and simply smiled dismissively.

“I could have had these anyway.”

His answer shattered her last shred of hope.

The fourth battle arrived as scheduled.

……

When it was all over, Eriri didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

She lay motionless on the sofa bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if her soul had been ripped from her body.

Seiji Fujiwara still had the energy to spare.

He stood up leisurely, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of her.

“It’s over, but there’s still the cleanup to do.” He looked down at her and said in an authoritative tone, “Don’t play dumb. Ms. Kashiwagi Eri should know exactly what to do.”

Eriri's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She looked at him with teary eyes and a pitiful expression, trying to make a final plea with her gaze.

Seiji Fujiwara simply reached out and gently patted her cheek, his voice cold and cruel.

"Weren't you quite arrogant when you were in charge just now?" Fujiwara Seiji gently pinched her cheek and teased, "Why are you so soft now?"

The arrogance he had displayed just moments before, as if he had suddenly become the master of the house, vanished without a trace.

Eriri whimpered, like a puppy with a broken spine, and slowly crawled over...

……

……

late at night.

The studio was always filled with an atmosphere that was both enchanting and decadent.

Seiji Fujiwara leaned back on the sofa, leisurely scrolling through his phone.

Before him, Eriri was fulfilling her final "duty" in an extremely humiliating manner.

The girl's body was still trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

Her physical strength had already been completely drained in the previous four "battles" that were nothing short of torture.

At this moment, she was only holding on with her last shred of willpower.

The girl noticed Seiji Fujiwara's phone, and countless scenes from the dark and humiliating manga she had drawn flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

[Taking photos... Could he be taking photos?]

[Should we record it?]

This thought made me uneasy.

She knew all too well the power of these things.

Once you have these leverages, you'll never be able to escape from this devil's clutches again.

"Um..." Eriri pleaded in a weak voice, "Seiji, could... could you please not take photos or videos?"

Upon hearing this, Seiji Fujiwara didn't even lift his eyelids, but he found it somewhat amusing.

Photograph?

Video recording?

This kind of low-level threatening tactic is so tasteless.

However... it did remind me.

This classic and fun activity is not to be missed.

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't take the picture with my phone."

Eriri's heart relaxed slightly.

But the next moment, she sensed something was wrong.

and many more!

What does it mean to not know how to take pictures with a mobile phone?

“Mobile phones are too insecure and easily leaked. Another day, I’ll use a professional camera to properly record our ‘teaching process’.”

"!"

Eriri was so aggrieved that she almost cried.

Even a camera won't work!

She was screaming wildly inside her.

If I actually film something, my life will be over! I'll really become your personal sex slave!

She was about to speak, using her last bit of strength to protest, when Fujiwara Seiji, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, reprimanded her without even looking up:

"Focus your attention, don't forget your job."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently pressed down on the back of her head.

That irresistible force instantly shattered all her thoughts of resistance.

Eriri could only whimper in frustration, close her eyes, and resignedly continue the humiliating "cleaning" work.

When it was finally over, Eriri was so exhausted that she couldn't even move a finger.

"Since you've been working so hard today, I'll give you a little more 'tutoring'."

Fujiwara Seiji looked at her and slowly said, "As punishment for your audacity in trying to take over, I feel it's necessary to give you further instruction."

Chapter 67 The Harem is Secure! Second Stage Rewards! (4/4)

Further instruction?

Eriri blinked blankly, unable to understand the meaning of the sentence for a moment.

However, as she followed Seiji Fujiwara's aggressive, almost tangible gaze, it slowly moved downwards, finally settling on a forbidden zone behind her that had never been touched before...

Her pupils suddenly contracted!

A wave of shame, stronger than ever before, erupted like a volcano!

"don't want--!!!".

"No! Only there... only there is absolutely not okay!!"

She screamed in panic, instinctively putting her hands behind her back to shield herself.

However, her escape was in vain.

Seiji Fujiwara caught up with her in just two steps and easily pinned her to the ground.

"No! Let me go! Please! Seiji! I was wrong! I was really wrong!!" Eriri cried and begged for mercy.

Just when she thought she was about to be completely defiled and plunged into an endless hell—

"Click."

The door to the art studio was suddenly opened.

A familiar figure appeared at the doorway.

It's Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She was wearing a casual dress and carrying a white plastic bag. When she saw the erotic and chaotic scene in the room, she showed no surprise, but rather a faint smile of sympathy.

"Shiyu! Shiyu! Help me! Please help me!"

Seeing her friend appear, Eriri felt as if she had seen a savior, and her last hope was ignited.

With all her might, she stretched out her hand towards the door, pleading for help.

Looking at her miserable appearance, Shi Yu felt sympathy and then smiled as she picked up the plastic bag in her hand.

The bag was semi-transparent, and Eriri could clearly see that it didn't contain anything she had imagined, but rather a set of cleaning and expansion tools.

"I'm sorry, Eriri."

Shi Yu's voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever.

"Seiji just texted me to come over... I'm actually here to help."

boom--! ! !

Eriri's hand, which was outstretched in mid-air, froze.

The expression on her face was filled with disbelief.

Utaha is actually on Fujiwara Seiji's side?!?

Amidst Eriri's shocked and indignant gaze, she was picked up by Seiji Fujiwara and carried towards the bedroom. Utaha, carrying a bag, followed them into the bedroom with a sly smile on her face.

……

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Eriri woke up feeling utterly exhausted, as if she had been working on a manuscript for three days straight, her mind and body completely drained.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Her mind went blank for a good ten seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the chaotic, shameful, and infuriating memories of last night, like an overturned palette, suddenly flooded her mind, making her freeze.

She sat up abruptly, the thin sheet slipping off her smooth shoulders.