"Mom, I'm home."
Back home, Eriri was completely different from how she was at school.
Although she came from a single-parent family, her biological father was a British diplomat stationed in Japan, and her mother was a famous manga artist. As soon as she entered school, she was selected as the super ace of the art club for the city exhibition.
With fair skin, a mixed heritage, exquisite golden twin tails like a work of art, over-the-knee socks, a delicate and lovely appearance, elegant demeanor, and a gentle and cheerful personality.
At school, she was a very popular young lady.
However, once she returned home, Eriri completely shed her disguise.
She casually threw her school bag onto the sofa. Seeing no one in the living room, she walked to the stairwell and shouted upstairs.
"Mom, are you there?"
"Oh, Eriri, you're back."
Hearing her mother Sawamura Sayuri's voice coming from the upstairs studio, Eriri shrugged her shoulders.
She turned and walked towards the refrigerator by the kitchen, untying her meticulously tied twin tails as she walked, letting her golden hair loosely fall behind her head.
She had just taken a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, opened the lid, and was about to sit down at the table to catch her breath when Eriri heard a series of crisp footsteps from the stairwell.
She saw her mother, who, despite having given birth to her, was still very young, like a maiden, jogging down from upstairs.
"Eriri, you're back."
Looking at her mother's delicate small face and lively movements, Eriri couldn't help but show a slight smile.
She felt that her mother really didn't look like a mother with a daughter as old as her, no matter how she looked at her. Look at that fair, delicate skin that seemed as if it could break with a touch, and her flawless, exquisite features.
It was as if time had completely forgotten about this mother, leaving no trace on her.
Every time she went out with her mother, they were always mistaken for sisters, which made Eriri very troubled but also very proud.
After all, her mother was a beautiful woman, a maiden-like young lady, wasn't that great?
However, Eriri's brows furrowed slightly.
Because she suddenly realized that her mother's demeanor seemed a little off.
Eriri scrutinized her mother with a discerning gaze. Her porcelain-white skin, not covered by her pajamas, was exposed to the air, and her delicate hands still held a paintbrush.
Nothing seemed wrong, but why did her mother's eyes avert slightly when they made eye contact?
Eriri was full of confusion. She looked around her home, and there was nothing unusual, no signs of anyone else having been there.
"My daughter, how was school on your first day? Do you have any friends you know in your new class?"
"Well, a few first-year classmates are still in the same class as me, and I've met all the new classmates too."
Eriri shook her head slightly, no longer pondering the issue, and smiled as she answered her mother's questions.
"Oh, my daughter is really popular at school."
Hearing her mother's praise, Eriri's delicate face showed a proud expression.
"Of course! I'm one of the two beautiful girls of Toyogasaki Academy. Hmph, besides that Kasumigaoka Utaha, no one can compare to me, so of course I'm very popular."
"Saying that about yourself, how embarrassing."
Looking at her mother making a funny face at her, Eriri put down her milk and laughed as she pounced on her mother.
The two of them started playing on the sofa as usual.
Therefore, Eriri always felt that her mother was like a child who hadn't grown up.
Coupled with her wrinkle-free face, cute appearance, and delicate figure, she was practically a high school beauty.
This was simply too unfair!
Looking at her mother, whose face was flushed pink after their playful tussle, Eriri's heart trembled slightly.
She subconsciously hugged her mother's body tightly, then immediately reacted, quickly releasing her hands and turning her head away.
"By the way, Mom, do you still remember Aki Tomoya, the boy I used to play with often?"
To cover up her instinctive action just now, Eriri quickly brought up a topic, wanting to divert her mother's attention.
"Eh… is that the boy with glasses? I remember he was an otaku, right?"
"Yes, Mom, you still remember him."
Eriri let out a small sigh of relief, but she also felt a little regretful.
She hated her own tsundere personality, always unable to express her true feelings at critical moments.
But, well, mother and daughter… *sigh*… "Today, this guy suddenly came to me and said he met the girl destined for him, and then he wanted to make a game."
"Oh, that's quite ambitious."
Looking at her mother, who seemed to be engrossed in the topic, Eriri felt a little annoyed but also relieved.
"This guy just had a sudden whim, and he came to convince me to join his club with only a project proposal that had just a title! That's simply a joke!"
Eriri was quite dismissive of her childhood friend's behavior, because he had always been a three-minute wonder since childhood.
This time, it was probably just another sudden fit of madness.
"You shouldn't talk about your friends like that behind their backs. Maybe he's serious this time."
Looking at her mother, who was pouting slightly and lecturing her, Eriri casually responded.
She stood up, in a complete otaku posture, lazily waving at Sawamura Sayuri.
"Mom, I'm going to go rest for a bit. I was rushing the manuscript late last night. Call me when dinner is ready."
"Okay, I'll make you curry today."
"Mmm, I love Mom's curry the most."
After smiling and saying goodbye to her mother, Eriri went upstairs to her room.
As soon as she entered her room, Eriri flopped onto her neatly made bed.
"Oh, right, I haven't looked at my treasure today!"
Eriri, lying lazily on the bed, suddenly seemed to remember something. She sprang up from the bed, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a stack of drafts from the bottom shelf of the bookcase.
These were her painstaking works, an R-18 H-doujinshi about her and Sawamura Sayuri, her own mother.
However, just as she pulled them out and held them in her hand, Eriri noticed something was wrong.
Her stack of drafts had been moved, because she had marked them. And the one who would move these drafts in her room… My mother-daughter yuri doujinshi was discovered by my mom, what should I do!!!!