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

Those absurd images—Shiyu's amused smile, Fujiwara Seiji's devilish whispers, and the shameful poses and lines she was forced to assume in front of the camera, lines that only existed in her own notebook—played repeatedly in her mind like a slideshow.

However, what she found even more unbearable than these things was a feeling of being completely marked and possessed that spread from the depths of her soul.

That feeling was as if it were telling her that she could never go back.

"Bastard...scumbag..."

She bit her lower lip, and two flames of resentment ignited in her azure eyes.

She endured the excruciating pain, as if her body were being disassembled and reassembled, struggled to her feet, and, supporting herself against the wall, slowly and laboriously walked out.

She's going to make a three-point agreement with that man!

There absolutely cannot be a next time!

However, when she stepped out of the studio, she was met with a scene that enraged her.

In the spacious and bright living room, Seiji Fujiwara was leisurely sitting on the sofa watching the morning news.

He was dressed in clean casual clothes, looking refreshed and energetic, seemingly a completely different person from the tireless devil in the art studio.

Meanwhile, Kasumigaoka Utaha, the "best friend" who had pushed her into the fire last night, was sitting next to Fujiwara Seiji, dressed in an elegant lace loungewear and holding a cup of fragrant black tea.

She even thoughtfully straightened Fujiwara Seiji's slightly disheveled collar, and there was a kind of tacit understanding between them that was dazzling to her, like that of an old married couple.

At this moment, a huge rift appeared in their friendship.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha!"

Eriri practically squeezed out the name from between her teeth, one word at a time.

The anger in her eyes was so intense it seemed she could burn the other person to ashes.

She bared her cute little fangs at Shiyu and made a threatening "woof" sound, like a kitten that had been thoroughly provoked.

However, in the face of her hostility, Shiyu simply put down her teacup, elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, and even looked at her with a look that was both sympathetic and understanding.

"Good morning, Eriri." Utaha's voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever, but the content of her words made her angry. "Judging from your expression, last night's teaching must have been quite effective, right? Seiji-kun said you have a lot of potential."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, causing Eriri to instantly lose her temper!

She desperately wanted to rush forward and fight this traitor to the death.

Eriri hates the traitor more than the murderer!

But she forgot that her current physical condition didn't allow her to make any strenuous movements. She had just taken a step when the strange sensation behind her made her legs go weak, causing her to let out a painful groan and almost fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Seiji Fujiwara shook his head, stepped forward to support her, and said:

"Alright, behave yourself. After you finish breakfast, go back to your studio."

These casual words instantly extinguished all of Eriri's anger.

Faced with absolute power, her resistance was as ridiculous as a child throwing a tantrum.

"Humph!"

Eriri knew she couldn't defy Seiji Fujiwara, so she could only hum softly and, with his help, sit down at the table and sullenly begin her breakfast.

……

……

After that day, Eriri locked herself in her art studio again.

But this time, it's not about escaping, but about "getting ashore".

She poured all her energy into creating new original comics.

She wanted to draw a classic, action-packed fantasy manga called "The Princess of the Holy Sword and the Final Dragon," a story full of light and hope, a stark contrast to the dark adult world depicted by Seiji Fujiwara.

The story was conceived a long time ago.

I wasn't confident I could draw it, so I put it off for a long time.

But after Commander Fujiwara Makoto's embarrassing guidance, Eriri felt she had made great progress and perhaps could give it a try.

Of course, the process also encountered some resistance.

Every few days, when it's time to pay rent.

Seiji Fujiwara would use the pretext of "checking the development progress" to launch a new round of development efforts against her.

At first, it was a finger.

Later, it turned out to be a string of cool little beads.

Finally, three fingers...

And of course.

When the passageway is large enough to accommodate real firearms, what is going to happen will happen naturally.

But what Eriri herself and Seiji Fujiwara didn't expect was...

That was actually her weakness!

Even a slight attempt nearly drove Eriri to the brink of collapse. She cried and screamed, struggling desperately, but even when Seiji Fujiwara stopped immediately, she still slumped into a limp mess, her mind blank.

From then on, she developed a huge psychological trauma from this incident and lived in extreme fear.

Every time she saw Seiji Fujiwara glance backward, she would instinctively squeeze her legs together like a frightened cat.

Seiji Fujiwara seemed to realize her limit and "considerately" stopped, giving her enough time to recover.

During this time, Shiyu also came to visit.

One afternoon, she carried a plate of cut fruit into the art studio.

"Get out!" Eriri bared her teeth as soon as she saw her, like a little beast guarding its territory.

Shi Yu didn't seem to mind. She placed the fruit plate on the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

"Let's talk, Eriri."

Over the next hour, Eriri's worldview was completely overturned.

She listened as Shiyu calmly recounted how she had gradually fallen for him.

Initially, due to her family's decline and her mother's hospitalization, she was left with no other options and was forced to accept "help" from Seiji Fujiwara.

Later, in the creation of "Love Metronome," he completely overwhelmed her with his godlike talent.

Ultimately, they willingly allowed themselves to be controlled.

"...So, that's how it is now." Utaha looked at the dumbfounded Eriri and summarized in a relaxed tone, "I, Kasumigaoka Utaha, am the first member of that guy's harem, and also the first wife. And you, Eriri, are the second member of the harem."

Eriri was deeply shocked by what she heard.

no……

Do people actually openly and legitimately have harems in real life?

Do you have enough bullets?

Uh……

Thinking of Fujiwara Seiji's monstrous stamina, Eriri felt that the bastard really seemed to have the potential to build a harem.

Sighed.

Looking at her friend Shiho, who was still elegant and proud but with a hint of self-mockery in her eyes, Eriri thought of her own experience of being taken advantage of by him because of her family's bankruptcy. A sense of shared sorrow actually diluted the hatred in her heart.

"That bastard... he's a scumbag who takes advantage of people in distress!" Eriri cursed through gritted teeth.

“That’s right, he’s scum.” Shi Yu nodded in agreement, picked up a piece of apple with her fork and handed it to her. “He’s a super scumbag whose talent is so high that it’s despair-inducing and whose physical strength is so good that it’s terrifying.”

The two looked at each other and surprisingly saw a glimmer of camaraderie in each other's eyes.

From that day on, a strange "alliance of immorality" was formed.

During the day, they seem to be rivals in love, representing the delicate relationship between the first wife and the newcomer.

But at night, when Seiji Fujiwara was not around, they would huddle together and curse their common "master" behind his back.

Seiji Fujiwara was naturally aware of this.

One night, after Eriri fell asleep in the art studio, he went to Utaha's room.

"I heard you two have been getting along well lately?" He hugged Shiyu from behind as she was reading a book and asked with a light laugh.

Shiyu's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, rolling her eyes: "We just found some common topics. What? Is Fujiwara-sensei so domineering that he's even taking away our right to speak?"

"How could that be?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled.

This kind of resistance through backstabbing and cursing is like children playing house.

Not only will it not shake his harem, but it will also become an outlet for them to vent their stress and help them better accept reality.

“Of course not.” Seiji Fujiwara’s hands began to wander. “On the contrary, I should reward you. It seems that letting you appease her was the right decision.”

"A reward?" Shi Yu's breathing became rapid. "I don't want to..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was cut off.

Seiji Fujiwara's hands immediately began to move.

"Hmm..." Before Shi Yu could finish rolling her eyes, her gaze began to become hazy.

After all, it has already been thoroughly developed and perfected.

As soon as Fujiwara Seiji made a move, Utaha seemed to activate a cheat code, her body spontaneously entering a state of readiness.

"You're such a bastard."

Noticing her body's reaction, Shiyu was secretly annoyed. After glaring at Fujiwara Seiji, she obediently cooperated with his actions and offered him a kiss.

……

……

Time flew by in Eriri's life of frantic creation during the day and living in fear at night.

A month later, she finally completed her original comic, "The Princess of the Holy Sword and the Final Dragon," which she had poured her heart and soul into.

This is a standard classic fantasy story that tells the tale of a princess from a fallen kingdom who, with the help of a loyal knight, embarks on an adventure, makes friends along the way, and ultimately draws the holy sword to defeat the evil dragon and restore her homeland.

After completing the first episode.

She submitted her manuscript with great seriousness.

However, reality once again gave her the coldest response.

Three days later, the manuscript was rejected.

[Shueisha Weekly Shonen Jump Editorial Department - Reply]

"I have read your manuscript. Your drawing skills are top-notch, the characters are beautifully designed, and the backgrounds are solid, demonstrating your profound artistic foundation. However, I am very sorry, but your story... is too clichéd. Similar plots have been seen countless times in the market, lacking any exciting twists to catch the reader's eye. In addition, your use of paneling is somewhat immature, the pacing is weak, and the impact of many scenes is not fully expressed. After careful consideration, our publication has decided not to publish it. We look forward to your future works."

Eriri was not giving up and submitted her work to other publishers.

……

[Kodansha Weekly Shonen Magazine Editorial Department - Reply]

"...The drawing skills are good, but the story is thin, the characters are stereotypical, and the paneling is subpar..."

……

[Shogakukan Weekly Shonen Sunday Editorial Department - Reply]*

"...Unfortunately, your work does not yet meet the requirements for serialization..."

……

The reasons are strikingly consistent.

The artwork is good, but it's too formulaic, and the paneling and storytelling are lacking.

Eriri sat blankly in the chair, staring at the rejection messages, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

A sense of melancholy, like a thick fog, enveloped her heart.

It was a deep feeling of powerlessness.

what to do/

The thought of asking Seiji Fujiwara for help, like a vine, quietly crept into her mind once again.