NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: 13. In Short, Just Extremely Perverted
"Mom, what about you?"
"Akira-chan, what does this have to do with me?"
Sayuri, who had been clinging onto Akira and pretending to play dead, gave a dry chuckle and acted cute in an attempt to deflect.
"You were the one who introduced Eriri to drawing."
"I don't believe that as her mother, you didn't know about her drawing those kinds of books."
"And I also don't believe that a normal mother would be so accepting of her daughter having such a particular interest."
"Besides, your reaction just now was exactly the same as Eriri's."
"Are these reasons sufficient?"
Nicely done, bro!
Watching this unfold, Eriri cheered internally. There was no way she was letting Mom off the hook so easily.
She had already suffered social death—Mom, this pervert, had to go down with her!
"If that's not enough, I can keep going."
Sayuri immediately fell silent.
Why does my son have to be so smart?!
Hurriedly, she raised her hands in surrender and admitted, "Akira-chan, I'm sorry. The truth is, I'm both an otaku and a fujoshi."
"Eriri became an otaku because of me."
"Mom, I'm curious. Why didn't you bring me into it too?"
"Obviously, it's because you were the ultimate normie since childhood!"
"You were a top student, disciplined, loved going outside to exercise—"
"You even had multiple childhood friends and were the perfect 'model child' that every parent dreams of."
"What kind of normie would get addicted to anime and manga?"
Sayuri looked at him with exasperation.
"Unlike Eriri, who was shy, introverted, and had no friends as a kid."
"So I figured I might as well nurture her artistic skills."
"I never expected she'd turn out to be so talented at those kinds of drawings."
"She completely surpassed me, an amateur artist."
"She's a prodigy in the doujinshi world."
"Mom, stop it!"
Eriri was on the verge of tears—why was Mom making her sound like some kind of sad, friendless loser?
She absolutely did not want to be called a "prodigy" in that industry. Too embarrassing!
"Mom, I have a serious question."
"You didn't draw me into any of your fujoshi mangas, did you?"
Akira lifted Sayuri's small, soft frame into the air, looking her straight in the eyes as he questioned her.
"I-I…"
The moment she heard the question, Sayuri, who had been struggling midair, instantly fell silent.
She lowered her head and refused to say a word.
She was the perfect embodiment of playing dead.
Eriri, watching this unfold, was completely stunned.
Mom, you really are a veteran fujoshi.
Not even your own son was safe from your degeneracy!
Just imagining her big brother as the main character of a boys' love doujinshi, being used as "inspiration" by countless fujoshis for their fantasies—
Eriri suddenly felt a rush of excitement.
Her skin tingled with a heated blush as her thoughts spiraled into all sorts of wild and absurd ideas.
What if she reversed the roles in a certain type of doujinshi?
What if Akira became the submissive protagonist, and the heroine could only watch helplessly from the side?
She had a gut feeling—this genre would sell like crazy.
After all, Akira's looks were practically like a character straight out of a manga.
Her current skill level couldn't even fully capture his charm.
"Mom, this is too much!"
"How could you do this to your only son?!"
"I'm running away from home!"
"I'm going to tell Grandma!"
The moment those two "nuclear bomb" threats were dropped, Sayuri's internal alarms went off.
If either of those happened, she was doomed.
She could no longer afford to play dead.
Covering her violet eyes, she sobbed dramatically and cried out, "Akira-chan, Mommy really knows she was wrong!"
"I only drew a few of your doujinshi for my personal enjoyment!"
"I kept them private—I never published or shared them."
"I swear on my life!"
Hearing this, Eriri finally let out a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, her face showed a faint trace of… disappointment?
At least Mom had some final shred of reason left.
At least Akira hadn't been made into some public fantasy figure.
But the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Mom, how could you?!
You secretly had this kind of treasure and didn't even share it with me!
Before she realized it, she had said her thoughts out loud:
"Mom, you're so stingy!"
"You didn't even share it with me!"
"Every time I drew those kinds of books, I let you read them!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Akira, who had just relaxed, nearly choked on air.
Why were his mother and sister so completely different from the versions he had in his past life memories?
In short, just extremely perverted.
And they weren't even trying to hide it anymore.
Akira realized he needed to put a stop to this.
He had to teach them a lesson.
He had to shut this Pandora's box forever.
At the very least, they needed to stop drawing him as the protagonist.
So, he put Sayuri down and turned to leave.
"Akira-chan, it's dark outside. Where are you going?"
Sayuri immediately panicked, rushing forward to block his path.
"Big Bro, if you're running away from home, can you take me with you?"
Eriri looked eager at the idea.
She had always wanted to try living on her own.
Sayuri: ...
This ungrateful daughter.
So they both just want to abandon me, huh?
"I'm going to Grandma's house to report you two."
"I'm going to tell her everything you've done."
"Then she'll drag both of you back to the main house for some proper discipline."
"I like living here."
"Why would I run away from home?"
"Eriri, do you even know how much this house is worth?"
"It's in the heart of Tokyo—a private mansion."
"It's not even something you can just buy on the market."
"It represents family prestige—an irreplaceable legacy."
"To old-money aristocrats, even the most luxurious high-rise apartments are for nouveau riche."
"Those apartments aren't even half the size of our house's living room."
"Do you really want to live in some tiny, cramped place where you can't even spread out your drawing paper properly?"
Akira deliberately exaggerated to scare Eriri.
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