A few days prior.
After accidentally eavesdropping on the rooftop battle between the handsome little shota and the erotic high school girl Yotsuya Miko, and then having an unintended intimate encounter with the little shota, Eriri experienced an explosion of inspiration! Yes, a sudden flood of literary ideas!
She hadn't been particularly interested in the Big Sister Pulling Little Cart (older girl & younger boy) theme, but she couldn't stop the related images from flashing through her mind. Eriri felt her long-dormant doujinshi creation passion had been ignited!
She pulled all-nighters, neglecting sleep to create a doujinshi about a beautiful high school girl whose best friend's younger brother, a little shota, rode the 'big cart.' The plot was simple, and the characters were visually stunning!
The only thing that troubled Eriri was that the face that kept appearing in her mind when designing the little shota's character was Asa's. In her opinion, Asa, whom she had seen that day, was the most handsome and stylish little shota she had ever encountered! Even with her drawing skills, she couldn't fully capture Asa's charm. Eriri spent a long time designing the protagonist until she managed to draw a little shota that held a fraction of Asa's essence.
Coincidentally, there was a doujin anime exhibition recently, so they immediately reserved a booth and printed dozens of copies of the new work to see if readers would buy it.
But Eriri never expected to run into Asa. When she saw the familiar, handsome little shota, whose image she had spent the last few days constructing in her mind, appear before her and return the small red pill she had lost right under her mother's nose... Eriri completely froze.
Her clear, azure eyes widened and trembled. She instinctively took the small pink pill the little shota handed her.
"Ah... this... that..." Eriri's mind was so confused that her cherry lips kept opening and closing, only producing unconscious syllables. Especially after feeling the dangerous scrutiny of her mother's gaze beside her, she suddenly remembered something and looked down at the cover of her doujinshi.
Without comparing, it was fine, but a comparison instantly revealed that the protagonist she drew was a cheapened version of the little shota standing right there!
Doujinshi, shota, a small pill...
With these elements connected to her, Eriri could already imagine what her mother was thinking.
"Mom, it's not you—" Eriri was about to explain, but Sayuri immediately grabbed her hand. Her eyes were filled with concern and gravity.
"Daughter, I will hire a good lawyer to try to reduce your sentence..."
"Also, you didn't force him, did you?" A look of worry crossed Sayuri's mature, charming face.
Eriri's recent switch in style to drawing Big Sister Pulling Little Cart doujinshi had already puzzled her a bit. But she figured Eriri might have hit a creative block and wanted to try a different genre, so Sayuri didn't think too much of it.
However, she never imagined that the doujinshi was inspired by reality! She had heard rumors that many doujinshi artists, whose creative passion had dried up, started pursuing experiential methods, but she didn't expect her own daughter to go down this path so quickly. Imagining the various play scenarios in Eriri's new work, she sighed heavily.
And no matter what, she shouldn't be corrupting a little shota! Sayuri's eyes swept over Asa. His porcelain-white skin, slightly baby-fat cheeks, and incomparably exquisite features... Sayuri's heart suddenly began to pound. No, no wonder Eriri couldn't resist...
In a few short seconds, Sayuri began to understand her daughter. She gently pulled the little shota onto her lap. His warm body sitting in her embrace made Sayuri's long-neglected body slightly warmer.
"Little brother, what's your name?"
"Shiraishi Asa."
"And... Asa-kun, how long have you known my daughter... this older sister here?"
"We only met once a few days ago."
They met only once and went this far?! Sayuri opened her red lips slightly, stunned.
"Mom, you've completely misunderstood!"
"He's my classmate's younger brother!"
"I, I, how could I possibly do that with a little shota!" Eriri's pale cheeks and ears were flaming red, but she cast aside her usual composure and rushed to explain.
"Then how do you explain the small pill in your hand?" Sayuri's gaze was filled with suspicion.
"It was an accident! Just an accident!"
"Besides, I'm a creator, a connoisseur! Who would do that with a little shota in real life... Hmph! I don't feel anything for a child this young!" Eriri put her hands on her hips, tsundere-ly explaining her XP (Sexual Preference)!
Sayuri still wasn't entirely convinced. She asked Asa in detail again. "The older sister dropped this thing last time, and I came to return it to her."
Hearing Asa's words, Sayuri finally sighed in relief. It was good that Eriri hadn't made a move on the little shota.
"Asa-kun, did you come here alone?"
"No, I came with my sister." Asa leaned back in Sayuri's arms, answering her questions.
She and Eriri were truly mother and daughter; their figures were both equally flat. However, the mature woman's body was ultimately softer, and sitting in her embrace, he could distinctly feel his body being cushioned by soft flesh.
Eriri, standing nearby, noticed Asa's words and her eyes flickered. 'His sister? Could it be Yotsuya-san?' she wondered.
As the queue in front of the booth grew longer, Sayuri reluctantly put Asa down and focused on presenting the doujinshi to the customers.
Eriri's beautiful eyes darted around. She subtly glanced at Asa on the side and saw him pick up a doujinshi and flip it open. She immediately snatched it from his hands. "Little kids aren't allowed to read these things..."
"Onee-san, the drawings inside are just average. The poses and all don't really capture the essence of the size difference between the two parties." Asa's young yet serious voice offered a bold critique. Eriri was left completely dumbfounded.
"Are you saying you know a lot about this?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Eriri paused, suddenly recalling the voice she had heard on the rooftop that day. Her doujinshi was even partially based on Asa's image, and now she was asking him if he "knew a lot"?
"I do this kind of thing with my sister often, so I definitely know more than you, Eriri-nee."
Eriri never expected the little shota in front of her to be so unreserved, completely undisguised in his knowledge of the subject. He was even mocking her?
The pride of a professional doujinshi artist instantly flared up inside her. Eriri's competitive spirit was ignited!
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