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

Eriri secretly watched from home.

Occasionally, when I see someone get stabbed, I chuckle to myself.

Haste always comes at the expense of other people's suffering.

Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Ms. Yamada?" Eriri answered immediately.

"It's me! Is it a good time to talk now?!"

On the other end of the phone, editor Aki Yamada's voice trembled with excitement.

The background noise was filled with cheers and chatter from the editorial staff.

"It's me, Ms. Yamada. May I ask what's the matter?" She tried to make her voice sound like a composed professional manga artist, but the slight upturn of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes had already betrayed her inner elation.

"First of all, congratulations to Ms. Izumi!" Yamada Aki exclaimed excitedly on the other end of the line, "Anohana has been ranked number one in popularity for three consecutive episodes, generating widespread buzz!"

"Now, no one dares to look down on you just because you're a newcomer."

"Haha, there's still so much I need to learn, Ms. Yamada." Eriri was delighted to hear this, but she still responded modestly.

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.

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Chapter 70 Want the "Name" part? You know the conditions, Eriri (1/1)

After a few casual words, we hung up the phone.

Eriri's heart was still pounding in her chest, enveloped in immense joy and a sense of accomplishment, which brought a beautiful blush to her fair cheeks.

I paced back and forth for a while before I calmed down.

Eriri took a deep breath and stepped onto the second floor to walk towards Seiji Fujiwara's room.

Open the door and enter.

Seiji Fujiwara was lounging lazily on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, looking as content as a cat taking a nap.

"Seiji," Eriri called out.

"Oh? It's Eriri." Fujiwara Seiji didn't even turn his head, simply replying lazily, "What is it?"

"It's about the manga." Eriri explained about Yamada Aki's insistence on the manuscript: "...Anyway, the readers and editors are waiting, so we should discuss the writing plan for the next five chapters."

"Really? That's great." Seiji Fujiwara said calmly, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

“What do you mean by ‘that’s great’?” Eriri frowned.

Fujiwara Seiji's indifferent attitude made her somewhat angry.

She walked to the sofa, looking at him with displeasure, "This is our collaborative work! The rest of the story..."

"As for what happens next in the story, of course there will be."

Seiji Fujiwara finally turned around, a smile on his face, but his words made Eriri's expression freeze: "But Eriri, have you forgotten? Our deal comes at a price."

"You paid the price for the first five episodes. But what about the rest?"

Eriri was stunned by what she heard and stared at Seiji Fujiwara in disbelief.

We still have to pay a price?

She couldn't help but reflect on what kind of life she had been living these past few months!

The routine "rent payment" every three days leaves my back and legs aching terribly the next day.

Moreover, I do it whenever I have free time!

In the living room, in the hallway, or even in the art studio, whenever he catches her, she'll be taken advantage of in various ways. When he gets excited, he'll even launch a full-blown battle without a care in the world... Of course, Fujiwara Seiji controls the 'degree' very well, so she's just embarrassed and annoyed, but not disgusted.

But is that not enough?

She's even given up her escape route!!

16 “What else do you want?!” Eriri glared angrily at Seiji Fujiwara.

“It’s very simple!” Seiji Fujiwara smiled slightly. “I want you to take the initiative, to be as proactive as Shiho, instead of waiting for me to make a request before reluctantly complying… You need to think for yourself and prepare various ways to please me.”

Eriri looked on in surprise and instinctively took a half step back.

Certain shameful images flooded my mind.

In the mornings, when she occasionally passed by the master bedroom early in the morning, she would see the door ajar. Inside, Shiyu was kneeling by the bed, wearing only a silk morning robe, and with an almost pious posture, she gently fed a plump strawberry to Fujiwara Seiji, who was still lying on the bed, with her lips painted with light lip gloss. Her eyes were seductive, full of undisguised flattery and fawning.

At noon, on that sunny afternoon, she went to discuss storyboards with Fujiwara Seiji, only to find Shiho sitting on his lap, the two of them reading a book together. Fujiwara Seiji's hand brazenly slipped under Shiho's skirt, while Shiho, like a languid cat, read the words on the page in a soft voice, making satisfied, subtle nasal sounds, her body trembling slightly.

That evening, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. She had inadvertently glimpsed Shiyu, like the most docile maid, playfully letting Fujiwara Seiji frolic with her long, flowing hair, covered in foam. The scene was sensual yet filled with an extreme sense of subservience.

Even... even during their most intimate "battles," Shiyu always seemed to understand him best, carefully and patiently cooperating with everything he did.

Every movement, every glance, was filled with passionate dedication.

At any time, in any place, as long as Seiji Fujiwara wants, Utaha Kasumigaoka will not hesitate to give up everything she has.

To what extent do you want her to go?

Eriri's cheeks flushed instantly, a mixture of shame and anger.

"You've gone too far!" she pointed at him, trembling with anger. "I would never do that!!"

"Then I won't draw the Name part." Seiji Fujiwara shrugged indifferently.

Eriri's anger faltered.

"You...you bastard!"

The girl glared at him, then turned and ran out of the room.

Fine, I won't give it to you!

I drew the Name part myself!

……

……

That evening, Eriri locked herself in her art studio.

He was frowning as he pondered the storyboard and the lines.

Da da da--

There was a knock on the door.

"It's me, Eriri." Utaha's voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in."

Upon hearing this, Eriri got up and went to open the door, where she saw Utaha holding a cup of hot milk, with her usual gentle smile on her face.

"Are you tired? Have a glass of milk and rest for a bit," Shiyu said with a smile.

Eriri glanced at her from head to toe, her little face cold.

"If you've come to persuade me, then please leave."

His tone was cold, showing no intention of inviting Shiyu in.

"Don't be so unapproachable." Shiyu forced her way in and placed the milk on her drawing table. "I heard about Seiji's new demands."

"So what?" Eriri crossed her arms in annoyance.

“I think you should try to change your mindset.” Shiyu leaned against the easel, watching her with a leisurely air. “Men are all like that. When they have money and power, they will have many women around them, especially a famous writer like Seiji who has achieved success at a young age.”

Eriri remained unmoved.

“Look, many writers, businessmen, and politicians have many women, don’t they?” Shiyu continued.

Eriri looked disdainful and scoffed.

"Besides, treating that kind of thing as... a game between couples, isn't that a good experience?" Shiyu said with a sincere expression.

Eriri looked at her like she was an idiot, then shook her head.

That's it, Kasumigaoka's brain has completely broken down.

Like the heroines in the books she drew, she was completely conquered by men, her body and spirit transformed into their shape.

They even began to defend the invaders and enjoy this life of being dominated.

His personality has become distorted.

"And this is also good for you."

Shi Yu chuckled, ignoring her gaze, and continued to coax her gently, "Think about it, if you completely let go of yourself, not only will you be able to enjoy more pleasure and happiness, but you will also receive his resources and care... For your current situation, it is also a good thing."

"If that's all you came here to say, then you're done and you can leave." Eriri pointed to the door expressionlessly.

Shiyu's smile faded slightly. She gave Eriri a deep look, then sighed helplessly and turned to leave the studio.

"Okay, take your time to think about it."

"I'd rather die than even consider it!" Eriri scoffed.

……

……

Leave the studio.

Utaha went to Seiji Fujiwara's room.

"It failed." She shrugged, but there was no sign of frustration on her face. Instead, she had a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Oh?" Seiji Fujiwara was leaning against the bed reading a book when he heard this. He looked up, somewhat surprised. "You, the 'first wife,' aren't you worried at all about the house catching fire?"

"What's there to worry about?"

Shiyu narrowed her eyes, walked gracefully to the bedside, leaned down, and breathed softly, "Seiji-kun, I know your methods for dealing with girls better than anyone. Just like you did with me back then, I believe you'll soon have that stubborn, arrogant golden retriever completely under your thumb."

Seiji Fujiwara couldn't help but smile: "Utaha, you understand me best."

Pshaw, it's just the personal experience of a victim.

Shi Yu rolled her eyes, thinking to herself.

"Actually, the method is very simple, to deal with someone like her..." Fujiwara Seiji was about to reveal his plan.

Shi Yu, however, stuck out her index finger and covered his mouth.

"I don't want to hear those things right now."

Her supple body, like a boneless water snake, slid effortlessly into his arms.

“Seiji-kun, you’ve been focusing all your attention on that golden retriever lately.” Shiyu grabbed his hand and guided it to slip inside the slightly open collar of her pajamas. “You haven’t spent much time with me in a long time. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

As she spoke, she took the initiative to kiss Seiji Fujiwara's lips, her whole body radiating an astonishing heat.

Since being developed, her body has become unusually sensitive and craving.

The day was alright.

If I don't get moisturized for two or three days, I feel like there's a fire burning inside my body.

Seiji Fujiwara was slightly taken aback, then smiled and responded to her enthusiasm, kissing her as he easily picked her up and turned to close the door.

……

……

On the other side, Eriri's frustration only increased after she chased away Utaha.

She sat back down at her drawing table and continued working on the subsequent storyboards.

When Seiji Fujiwara was telling her the storyboards for the first five episodes, he also provided her with a complete story outline.