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

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Next, Ryuji Aida, editor-in-chief of Shinazugawa Bunko, and Sonoko Machida, editor-in-chief, arrived together.

“Fujiwara-sensei…” Aida Ryuji unconsciously adopted a respectful tone in his address, “You…you’ve really given us a huge ‘surprise’!”

Machida Sonoko looked at Fujiwara Seiji with a gleam in her beautiful eyes.

The boy who once needed her guidance has now grown to a height that she can only look up to.

"Editor-in-Chief Aida, Editor-in-Chief Machida, welcome." Seiji Fujiwara smiled and shook hands with them. "From now on, we will be even closer partners. Please take good care of me."

His words stirred the hearts of Ryuji Aida and Sonoko Machida, who immediately understood the future business direction of "Genesis," and their eyes became eager.

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The last person to arrive was Hiratsuka Shizuka.

She dressed up specially today, wearing a purple fitted dress and light makeup.

I had already adjusted my mindset.

However, when she saw Seiji Fujiwara, surrounded by a crowd at the door, looking calm and confident, she couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart.

Especially when she saw the two beautiful girls who were close to Seiji Fujiwara, an indescribable bitterness and loss welled up in her heart again.

'Look, that's his world.'

A bitter smile curved at the corners of Hiratsuka Shizuka's lips.

You have equally matched partners, and a young and beautiful girlfriend. And what about you?

You are just an older Mandarin teacher.

So stop overthinking.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her chaotic emotions, and put on a cheerful smile again before walking over.

"Fujiwara, congratulations! I never imagined you'd become such a big boss..." Her tone was cheerful, with a hint of a teacher teasing a student.

It was as if that night in Hokkaido had never happened.

When Fujiwara Seiji saw her, his eyes lit up immediately.

He greeted him with a smile and said naturally, "I must thank you for your guidance back then. Please come in, teacher. We must have a few more drinks today."

This natural familiarity stirred Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart once again. She nodded, said nothing more, and followed the crowd into the venue.

Just after all the guests had entered.

A senior reporter from the Asahi Shimbun seized the opportunity, broke through the security lines, and handed the microphone to Seiji Fujiwara.

"Mr. Fujiwara! I'm a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun! As an accomplished and top-tier author, why did you choose this time to enter the business world and become an entrepreneur? Does this mean that your future creative focus will shift?"

This question was sharp and direct, instantly attracting the attention of all the media.

Countless cameras and microphones were all pointed at Seiji Fujiwara.

Seiji Fujiwara calmly took the microphone, faced the camera, and smiled slightly.

"Thank you for the question. First, I need to correct one point: I have never thought about 'transforming' into a businessman, because in my view, creation and commerce have never been opposites."

"I created 'Genesis' not to give up creating, but on the contrary, to create better."

"For a long time, the inspiration and hard work of many talented creators in our industry have often been unable to be perfectly presented to the audience due to the constraints of capital, the limitations of production, and the lack of understanding of the market. This is a huge regret."

“And I,” he paused, his voice becoming firm and powerful, full of infectious energy, “have the goal of establishing ‘Genesis’ to break this regret. I want to provide a platform here for creators all over Japan, and even the world, to unleash their talents to the fullest. Here, creativity will be the only passport; quality will be the only standard!”

"Therefore, I didn't 'transform' from a writer into a businessman. I simply donned a layer of armor for my identity as a writer. My creative work will not stop; it will only continue in a more powerful and freer way!"

This answer, delivered with conviction, instantly ignited the entire audience.

The reporters excitedly pressed their shutters; tomorrow's front page news was secured!

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At 10:00 a.m. sharp, the ribbon-cutting ceremony officially began.

Seiji Fujiwara, as the host, stood on the ribbon-cutting platform alongside Professor Yamada.

Under the spotlight of countless flashes, he held golden scissors, smiled, and calmly completed the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

His composure and demeanor, completely out of character for his age, secretly surprised everyone present.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, a buffet reception followed.

Seiji Fujiwara, holding a wine glass, moved effortlessly among the guests, chatting and laughing with industry giants and media executives.

After dealing with the necessary social interactions, Seiji Fujiwara's gaze began to search the venue.

Soon, he found Hiratsuka Shizuka alone in a corner sofa area, sipping champagne with a somewhat bored expression.

Seemingly unaccustomed to this business setting, Hiratsuka Shizuka simply sat alone, gazing at the scenery outside the window. The lines of her profile appeared somewhat forlorn under the reflection of the crystal chandelier.

Seiji Fujiwara's lips curled slightly as he walked over, carrying two glasses of wine.

"Teacher, are you drinking alone here all by yourself?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka snapped out of her daze, saw it was him, and forced a smile: "Yes, there are too many people, it's a bit uncomfortable... Congratulations, Fujiwara, you're dazzling today."

"You flatter me, teacher." Seiji Fujiwara handed her a fresh glass of champagne and sat down next to her. "Actually, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Help?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, somewhat surprised. "What is it?"

"It's nothing serious, please come with me." Fujiwara Seiji glanced around and lowered his voice.

“Okay.” Hiratsuka Shizuka agreed without much thought.

She followed Seiji Fujiwara through the noisy crowd into a quiet corridor, finally stopping at the door of the chairman's office.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, not far away, took in the whole scene.

As she gazed at Hiratsuka Shizuka's familiar figure, a profound, all-knowing look flickered in her wine-red eyes.

……

Seiji Fujiwara pushed open the office door and stepped aside to let Shizuka Hiratsuka go in first.

"Let's talk here." Hiratsuka Shizuka walked into the luxurious office, looking around with some curiosity.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the door behind her clicked shut.

Shizuka Hiratsuka was startled and turned around abruptly, meeting Fujiwara Seiji's eyes, which were filled with aggression and desire.

“Fujiwara…you…” She just realized something was wrong.

Seiji Fujiwara darted forward and hugged her tightly from behind!

"what!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka let out a short gasp as the warm, masculine scent instantly enveloped her, and those restless hands began to roam freely over her mature, voluptuous curves.

"Are you crazy! Let me go!" Hiratsuka Shizuka was both shocked and furious, struggling fiercely. "This is your company! There are people all over the outside!"

"That's exciting, isn't it?" Fujiwara Seiji whispered in her ear, his hot breath hitting her earlobe, making her body go limp on one side instantly.

Seiji Fujiwara seized the opportunity and immediately kissed her fair neck.

"Ugh... Bastard... Let go!" Hiratsuka Shizuka struggled even more fiercely, but her strength was like an egg hitting a rock in front of Fujiwara Seiji, whose physique had been enhanced by the system.

Seiji Fujiwara easily subdued her.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes widened instantly. Just as she was about to question him, Fujiwara Seiji had already pounced on her.

She instinctively stepped back, but her back pressed against the cold door, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Fujiwara Seiji didn't make any further contact. He simply braced his hands on the door panels on either side of her body, forming an absolute encirclement that completely trapped her between himself and the door. He lowered his head, his handsome face magnified before her eyes, his hot breath almost brushing against her cheeks, filled with an irresistible aggression.

"Fujiwara Seiji! Wake up!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart raced under the pressure of his sudden action and powerful aura, but she still forced herself to remain calm and rebuked him sharply, "That night in Hokkaido was just an accident! I didn't take it seriously at all! Your persistent nagging only makes me feel ashamed of you!"

She tried to drive him away with hurtful words.

However, Seiji Fujiwara just sneered, leaned down, and brought his face close to hers, their noses almost touching.

"Didn't take it seriously?" His voice was low and hoarse. "Then why was there disappointment in your voice when you answered the phone?"

Why did you dress up so specially today?

Why won't you look me in the eye?

A barrage of questions, like sharp arrows, instantly pierced through all of Hiratsuka Shizuka's pretense.

She froze, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

“Teacher,” Fujiwara Seiji’s hand gently stroked her cheek, “Stop deceiving yourself. Admit it, you miss me too, you miss me terribly.”

"no, do not want……"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's resistance weakened, and her rebukes turned into intermittent hums.

……

after an hour.

Hiratsuka lay quietly on the bed, her hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her flushed cheeks, her eyes glazed and empty.

She felt as if she had been hit by a typhoon of the magnitude of "Hakkasa," and every part of her body was sore and trembling.

Seiji Fujiwara lay down beside her, lit a cigarette, and leisurely puffed on it.

"It's finally over..." Hiratsuka Shizuka said haltingly, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "I'm dying, just because I was avoiding you?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "Fine, I won't hide anymore, okay?"

"Just not dodging?" Seiji Fujiwara exhaled a smoke ring.

"I...I want you, okay!" Hiratsuka Shizuka said in despair, "But we're so much older than each other, and you already have a girlfriend..."

"So what?" Seiji Fujiwara stubbed out his cigarette and pressed it down again. "I don't care about all that. The break time (of the king) is over."

"Ah—! No more! I can't take it anymore..."

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Outside, the buffet was nearing its end.

Unable to find the boss, Tanaka Kenji approached Shiwa and respectfully asked, "Miss Kasumigaoka, where is the boss?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, holding her wine glass, glanced calmly at the quiet corridor and said, "He had to leave. I'll leave this place to you, President Tanaka."

"Yes, I understand." Kenji Tanaka nodded immediately and left.

Eriri, who was standing nearby, leaned over curiously and whispered, "How did you know Seiji left?"

Shi Yu said casually, "Because I saw someone familiar."

Eriri paused for a moment, still not understanding.

Shi Yu was too lazy to explain anymore, so she just took her hand and said, "Alright, we should go home now. Let him 'work overtime' by himself tonight."

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The next day.

The sky was not yet fully bright, the morning light was faint, and it carried a hint of cold grayness.

In the chairman's suite on the top floor of the Genesis Building, Shizuka Hiratsuka opened her eyes with difficulty amidst a hazy, sore, and exhausted state.

She felt as if her body had been repeatedly run over by a road roller, every muscle aching and numb.

The memories of last night, so frantic they were almost out of control, flooded her mind like a shattered tide, making her cheeks instantly burn.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the bow beside her.

Seiji Fujiwara was still asleep, his breathing steady and long.

The handsome face that looked so harmless in his sleep was a world apart from the image of the tireless devil from last night, who had grabbed her and forced her to utter various shameful names in a sobbing voice.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

She dared not look any longer, nor did she have time to savor the extremely complex emotions in her heart.

Shame, anger, regret, and a hint of infatuation that I'm unwilling to admit.