Mash-Up Anime World: Adopted by the Sawamura Family

Lately, Mom had been living just fine—eating, drinking, and even dragging Eriri out to Akihabara for a convention. The supposed "torment" from gossip seemed to have no effect on her whatsoever.

At the end of the day, there was only one reason for her behavior: vanity.

She wanted to flaunt her genius son, Akira, to everyone.

Eriri had initially wanted to expose her scheming drama queen of a mother. But then she realized—if Mom could show off her genius son, then as a little sister, wouldn't it be fine for her to boast about her brilliant older brother too?

"Fine, fine, I agree, alright?"

"Just stop crying, Mom."

Akira sighed, wiping away his mother's tears as he surrendered.

He understood her feelings. As the saying goes, "It's not about the bread, it's about pride."

What else could these elite socialite women even talk about when they gathered?

Naturally, their families—bragging about their husbands and children, competing over their wealth and lifestyle.

That was the essence of upper-class women's tea parties.

For these married ladies, with nothing else to do, this was how they killed time.

And if played right, these gatherings could weave intricate networks of influence, benefiting their families and businesses alike.

Sayuri had once been the ideal of a happy, prestigious upper-class wife.

But overnight, her family shattered, and her husband returned to England to remarry and have more children.

For any woman, that would be an unbearable disgrace.

A humiliation so severe that she had completely lost face in society.

Now, the only way to restore her honor was through her son.

Smack!

Sayuri instantly stopped crying, pushing off her feet and launching herself into Akira's arms.

Like a sloth clinging to a tree, she wrapped her arms around his neck and—

Planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

Leaving behind a faint pink lipstick mark.

"Akira-chan is the best! Mommy loves you the most!"

"What the hell are you doing, you old woman?!"

"Throwing yourself at your son to act cute is bad enough, but now you're even kissing him?!"

As an adult-themed doujin artist specializing in hardcore content—

Eriri's mind immediately flooded with countless mother-son themed manga scenarios.

And, of course, she couldn't help but picture Sayuri and Akira as the protagonists.

Just the thought of it was enough to make her panic.

Her head steamed up, her fair cheeks turned bright red, and she clutched her head in frustration, yelling:

"You pervert!"

"How do you even call yourself a mother?!"

"Get down from there right now!"

Watching Eriri's flustered reaction, Akira's lips twitched.

How could he not realize that she was already running wild with inappropriate thoughts?

This is exhausting.

Maybe I should stop pretending.

Might as well put some limits on Mom and Eriri's unchecked otaku degeneracy.

Akira was genuinely worried that one day, in a moment of insanity, his mother might draw him as the protagonist of some BL doujin.

Even the thought made him want to die inside.

When he was a kid, it wasn't a problem. But now that he'd grown into a handsome young man, the risk was real.

Alright, let's do this.

Akira deliberately put on a stern face and scrutinized Eriri with sharp eyes.

"Eriri, something's not right with you."

"What exactly are you thinking about?"

"I don't recall ever teaching you to think like this."

"You're calling your own mother a pervert?"

"Does that mean you see me as one too?"

As Akira's tone grew more authoritative, Eriri's eyes welled up with tears.

That familiar yet rare aura of her older brother's discipline was back.

Deep inside, she cried out in frustration:

Of course, you're not the pervert, but Mom absolutely is!

Akira, you big idiot!

I'm worried about you! I don't want Mom corrupting you!

"I know Japan has all kinds of subcultures and adult media."

"So tell me—just what have you been corrupted by?"

"Because a normal person wouldn't immediately think of something perverted just from seeing a mother and son being affectionate."

Akira's calm and logical reasoning made both Sayuri and Eriri tense up.

Internally, they both screamed:

We're doomed! We can't hide it anymore!

Akira's too smart—he's going to investigate this to the end!

Mother and daughter exchanged glances, silently blaming each other:

This is your fault.

No, this is on you!

"If you don't come clean, Eriri, I'll just head upstairs and check your art studio myself."

"B-Big bro… if I confess, will you still accept me?"

"Will you still see me as your sister?"

"I respect everyone's hobbies and interests."

"As long as they don't cross moral or legal boundaries."

At these words, both Sayuri and Eriri let out deep sighs of relief.

Thank goodness. Akira-chan is always so understanding.

"No wonder Dad was talking about people having multiple faces."

"So he was trying to prepare me for this…"

Akira muttered to himself, exasperated.

"Eriri, no matter how many faces you have, you'll always be my little sister."

"Mom, the same goes for you."

"No matter what happens, that won't change."

"Akira-chan!"

Sayuri and Eriri were both moved to tears by his kindness.

"Of course, that doesn't mean I have to like everything."

"There are certain things that I just can't tolerate."

"Things that are just too gross for me—I'll have to keep my distance."

"B-Big bro… actually, my secret identity is… an artist of adult-themed, hardcore doujinshi."

Blushing furiously, Eriri squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her fists, and finally shouted her confession.

"…I don't read that stuff, but I guess I can accept it."

As a staunch believer in pure love, Akira found netorare and hardcore doujin to be pure psychological torture.

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