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

She felt that with an outline, it shouldn't be difficult to draw the storyboard herself.

However, when she actually started writing, she discovered that things were far more complicated than she thought.

The storyboards she drew had no problems with composition or lines, but when put together, something just didn't feel right.

She could never imitate the emotional tension contained in Name, drawn by Seiji Fujiwara himself, that struck a chord deep within the heart, that "soul" that seemed to bring the image to life.

The sixth episode, as depicted, is like a soulless shell.

This made Eriri feel frustrated.

"Ahhh, the difference is huge!" She clutched her head, rolled on the ground, and wailed.

The thought of asking Seiji Fujiwara for help couldn't help but arise in my mind.

But as soon as the thought popped into her head, it was immediately suppressed by her stubborn pride.

"no!"

Eriri got up from the ground, her face full of determination: "We can't give in to him!"

……

……

Three days passed.

Eriri stayed in the art studio, racking her brains for the Name in episode six, and even her blond hair split.

Jingle Bell--

The cell phone rings.

Eriri then picked up her phone and saw the words "Yamada Aki" on the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Good morning, Ms. Izumi... How's the preparation for episode 6, Name, going?" Yamada Aki's energetic voice rang out.

It has been three days since our last call.

Yamada Aki figured it was about time for a result, so she made a phone call.

"Uh……"

Eriri looked at the pile of discarded drawings she had made, her face full of guilt, and stammered, "Um... yes, it's definitely finished."

"Really?! That's great!" Yamada Aki, oblivious to the change in her tone, immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Ms. Izumi, fax it to me quickly!"

"I can't wait to see what episode six is ​​like!"

Uh……

Eriri had no choice but to bite the bullet and fax over the Name she had drawn for episode six.

On Yamada Aki's side, she was humming a song and happily picked up the fax machine to send out storyboards.

"I'm sure the sixth episode of the teacher's story will be as touching as ever, right?"

Yamada Aki muttered to herself as she looked down.

With just one glance, the smile on her face vanished.

……

……

Over at the art studio.

The phone rang again, startling Eriri so much that she trembled all over.

She hurriedly answered the call, only to hear Yamada Aki's soft voice coming through the receiver: "Ms. Izumi...did you have a conflict with another teacher?"

"N-no!" Eriri stammered.

"Then...why do the names and lines feel completely different this time?" Yamada Aki pressed. "The level, style, and habits are completely different from the previous five episodes!"

"Haha, it's because I want to try drawing storyboards myself!" Eriri gave a reason, but her voice was obviously weak.

On the other end of the phone, Aki Yamada remained silent.

　043 “Teacher Izumi!” She paused for a few seconds, then suddenly called out Eriri’s pen name in a serious tone.

"Yes!!" Eriri straightened up instinctively, looking nervous.

"Ms. Izumi... your team isn't going to disband, is it?" Yamada Aki's despairing voice came through the Den Den Mushi: "I never thought that I would take over such a popular work and the team of authors under my supervision would fall apart... I guess I'm not cut out to be an editor?"

"Don't despair so quickly, Ms. Yamada!" Eriri was startled by her reaction and quickly comforted her, "It's really just that I wanted to try it out! I'll fax the official name over in a bit!"

"Don't lie to me..." Yamada Aki sobbed, expressing her disbelief. "Does the original author have some complaints about our editorial department? I can talk to them!"

Eriri had to swear an oath to finally appease the editor, who was ten years older than her but acted like a child.

After hanging up the phone, Eriri leaned weakly against the wall.

The thought of Seiji Fujiwara's shameless request made her want to punch someone. But if she didn't agree, "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" couldn't continue, and she wouldn't be able to explain it to Ms. Yamada.

Eriri, feeling completely manipulated, became even angrier.

Just then, her phone vibrated.

On the screen was a Line message from Aki Yamada, with only a pitiful emoji and the words: "Teacher Izumi, I'm waiting for you (heart)".

Upon seeing this message, Eriri instantly deflated.

So, I guess I still have to ask Seiji Fujiwara for help?

Eriri couldn't help but recall Utaha's words of advice.

"...Isn't this a good thing for your current situation?"

She stood there, her expression shifting.

Finally, he let out a long, resigned sigh.

"As expected, I still have to ask him for help."

Eriri shook her head, smiled wryly, and went into her room. She took a bag out of a box in the wardrobe.

Inside were all the props that Seiji Fujiwara bought and used on her.

Seeing these props, Eriri couldn't help but recall the scenes where they had been used on her, which immediately made the girl blush and mutter "pervert" under her breath.

While cursing, the girl picked out three items from the pile.

A long, tethered, furry tail.

A pair of heart-shaped, adhesive nipple covers.

There is also a small, remotely controlled vibrating ball.

These three items are the tools that Seiji Fujiwara likes to use on her the most.

She packed the three items into a clean bag, inwardly criticizing herself as she did so:

What's the point of remembering something like this! Eriri, you're hopeless!

Pick up the bag.

Eriri took a deep breath, her face filled with a tragic sense of self-sacrifice, and strode towards Seiji Fujiwara's room.

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 71 Using Eri Kashiwagi's works as scripts for role-playing (1/2)

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in the room.

Seiji Fujiwara was scrolling through his phone.

The ACGNs in this world are all works that did not exist in his previous life, including many classics and works by famous artists, which he found extremely enjoyable.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound on the door.

"Who?" he asked casually, his eyes never leaving his phone screen.

"...It's me." A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of embarrassment, came from outside the door.

Yinglili?

Seiji Fujiwara raised an eyebrow before looking up from the screen and saying, "Come in."

"Sorry to bother you."

The door opened with a click, and a slender figure walked in.

A blonde girl stood gracefully in the doorway, carrying a plastic bag. Her fair and proud face was now as red as a ripe apple. Her emerald eyes darted around, like a frightened fawn, unable to meet his gaze.

This sight startled Seiji Fujiwara slightly.

"Is there something you need, Professor Izumi?" he asked with a smile.

"It's...it's all because of you!" Eriri was so provoked by his address that she almost exploded on the spot.

She shoved the bag forward, and said in a defiant tone, both embarrassed and annoyed, "All those... all that nonsense you wanted! I agreed! Give me the Name at the end!!"

She spoke as if she had used up all her strength.

His chest heaved violently, his gaze fixed on the ground, unable to look at Seiji Fujiwara.

Fujiwara Seiji was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

Before he could even carry out his plan, Eriri had already offered herself up to him?

Girl, you surrendered way too quickly.

I thought you could hold on for a few more days.

"Ahem, since that's the case..."

Seiji Fujiwara put down his phone, coughed twice, and said with a serious expression, "Then let me see your sincerity."

As he spoke, his gaze slowly and deliberately swept over Eriri, from her messy blonde hair to her taut body curves, finally settling on the crumpled plastic bag.

The contents inside look somewhat familiar?

"understood!"

Eriri bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her snow-white neck and delicate earlobes.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, gritted her teeth, picked up the bag, and walked to the bedside.

"Wow--"

She emptied the contents of the bag onto the bed sheet.

They are a few small and exquisite objects.

Seiji Fujiwara's eyes lit up instantly.

These are all his favorite little gadgets.

Surprisingly, this golden retriever remembered everything clearly.

Immediately, Seiji Fujiwara cast a meaningful glance at Eriri, his eyes seeming to say—you say no, but your body remembers it so well.

The girl's body trembled slightly with shame, and her stubborn expression—almost on the verge of tears, yet refusing to back down—greatly satisfied his desire to conquer her.

Eriri took a deep breath and, right in front of him, began to arrange all those things for herself according to the way he liked them the most in her memory.

After everything was finished, Eriri felt like she could barely stand, and the shame almost made her faint.

Eriri lowered her head, walked up to Seiji Fujiwara, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed respectfully, saying:

“Master…Master, I am…ready…”

"Not bad."

Seiji Fujiwara looked at her with a smile.

Seeing this, Eriri consciously walked up to him and knelt down.