"Mom, I'm off to school!"
She was a beautiful girl, with long golden hair tied into two pigtails, fair and smooth skin, porcelain-blue eyes, delicate and flawless features, and a petite figure.
Spencer Eriri Sawamura was a beautiful girl, a fact acknowledged by all the neighbors in the area, as Sayuri Sawamura was also a beautiful young woman.
Watching her daughter energetically rush down from upstairs, Sayuri Sawamura sat at the dining table, elegantly enjoying her meal, and nodded proudly.
As expected of a daughter who inherited her bloodline, she was truly adorable.
"Eriri, you haven't had breakfast yet."
Sayuri Sawamura called out to Eriri, stood up from her seat, and handed her daughter a slice of bread spread with strawberry jam.
The girl took the bread and quickly devoured it.
Seeing her daughter like this, Sayuri Sawamura chuckled and shook her head, then handed her a glass of milk.
"Have another glass of milk. It will make you even more beautiful and improve your figure."
"Gulp, gulp~"
Hearing her mother's words, Eriri took the milk without hesitation and drank it all in one go.
However, after finishing, Eriri wiped her small mouth, still with milk foam, and looked at her mother.
"Mom, I see you drink milk every day, but you haven't gotten any bigger."
The girl's gaze swept from Sayuri Sawamura's mature and charming face, landing on her flat chest.
Sayuri Sawamura, who hadn't been up for long, was still wearing her pajamas, a silky, slightly transparent nightgown, because the house had heating.
Her long purple hair lay loosely over her slender shoulders, and below her fair neck were delicate collarbones.
Her ivory skin, illuminated by the morning sun streaming through the window and set against her artistic purple hair, seemed to glow with a milky white light.
Eriri's fair cheeks turned slightly red, and she quickly turned her head away.
She pouted slightly and said in a teasing tone,
"Mom, it seems I've inherited everything from you, so I've already despaired."
Hearing her daughter say this, Sayuri Sawamura's delicate face flushed with embarrassment. She raised her small fist, pretending to hit Eriri.
"How can you talk about your mother like that!"
"Mom, today's the first day of school, I'm going to school now, goodbye!"
Eriri laughed, dodged, and then quickly escaped to the entrance, where she changed into her shoes.
The girl stood by the open door, waving her small hand at Sayuri Sawamura.
The golden morning light streamed in through the doorway, falling upon the girl.
Sayuri Sawamura's eyes seemed to flicker, then she nodded with satisfaction and pride.
Her daughter truly was a beautiful and lovely girl.
"Be careful on your way."
"Okay, Mom."
Watching her daughter's figure disappear from sight as the door closed, a smile suddenly bloomed on Sayuri Sawamura's lips.
She quickly rushed to the entrance, her fair, small feet slipping into a pair of geta.
Sayuri Sawamura slightly opened her front door and cautiously poked out her small head.
After confirming that her daughter was walking towards the nearby train station, politely greeting the neighbors she encountered with the manners of a well-bred young lady, Sayuri Sawamura quickly pulled her head back in.
She kicked off her geta, not even bothering to put on indoor slippers, and dashed up the stairs.
Standing in front of her daughter's room, Sayuri Sawamura gently patted her flat chest.
"Hmm, I'm not prying into Eriri's privacy; I just want to check how much Eriri's drawing skills have improved this spring break."
Sayuri Sawamura softly found an excuse for herself, then pushed open Eriri's bedroom door.
Eriri, who was so glamorous and ladylike outside, lived like an otaku at home, with even her room being a bit messy.
"Really, Eriri is nothing like other girls."
While Sayuri Sawamura complained softly, she completely forgot that her own room hadn't been tidied after waking up, still showing traces of her frantic work from the previous day.
She lifted her small foot and stepped into Eriri's room, tidying her daughter's room while picking up the scattered drafts on the floor.
"Wow, as expected of my daughter, she's very good at erotic art!"
Sayuri Sawamura exclaimed softly with delight, nodding with great satisfaction.
She placed the organized drafts on a small table on Eriri's floor, which was Eriri's workspace for rushing deadlines.
After carefully checking that there were no more drafts on the floor, Sayuri Sawamura prepared to tidy her daughter's messy bed.
However, at that moment, Sayuri Sawamura suddenly noticed a stack of drafts peeking out from the bottom shelf of her daughter's bookshelf.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in her purple eyes.
"I remember Eriri only had one art book to finish this time?"
Sayuri Sawamura walked to the bookshelf, crouched down, used one hand to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen by her ear, and with the other hand pulled out the stack of drafts.
She took the drafts, walked to Eriri's bed, sat down, and then admired them one by one.
"Oh ho, this protagonist looks like Eriri herself. Could it be that my daughter has a crush on someone, so she's drawing an erotic manga with herself and him as the main characters? What a cute daughter."
Sayuri Sawamura raised her small hand, covering her mouth as she chuckled, preparing to continue looking at the next drafts.
Then, the hand holding the drafts trembled slightly, and dozens of obviously carefully arranged drafts scattered across the soft carpet.
Those drafts, clearly Eriri's painstaking work, were strewn across the entire carpet, with several even falling onto Sayuri Sawamura's delicate and cute little feet.
But Sayuri Sawamura didn't notice any of this.
She slightly parted her small lips, her delicate face filled with shock.
Her fair small hands hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly.
Because she had just seen that the drafts Eriri had drawn were erotic manga of Eriri and herself.
An 18+ mother-daughter yuri erotic manga!
Sayuri Sawamura was extremely flustered inside, because the content of those drafts was very explosive.
The biggest problem was that the protagonists were Sayuri Sawamura herself, and her daughter, the author of these drafts, Eriri.
Sayuri Sawamura felt as if she had encountered the biggest crisis since she transmigrated to this world ten years ago and was almost slept with by her husband!