Zongman: Adopted by the Sawamura family

It's so tiring to pretend, so he might as well just not pretend.

This is a good way to limit the degree of otakuism of my mother and Eriri.

Now Sawamura Yo is really afraid that his mother might get carried away and draw him as the male protagonist in a fujoshi book one day.

He felt like life was meaningless just thinking about it.

He was still young before, but now he has grown into a beautiful boy.

He is just the right age to be the protagonist of a comic book.

He did what he said. Sawamura Yao deliberately frowned and looked at him seriously.

"Eri, there's something wrong with you."

"What the hell is going on in your head?"

"I don't remember teaching you this since you were a child."

"She actually called her own mother a pervert."

"Am I also a pervert in your eyes?"

As Sawamura Yo's tone became more and more severe, Eriri's eyes also turned red.

The majesty of my brother, which I didn’t remember showing up many times but left a deep impression on me, has returned.

She couldn't help but cry out in grievance in her heart:

Brother, of course you are not a pervert, but mom is a pervert!

Sawamura Yo, you big idiot!

I'm worried that you've been led astray by your mother and fallen into the clutches of this old woman.

"I know all the subcultures in Japan. Adult culture is very developed."

"Tell me, what culture have you been contaminated by?"

"No normal person would think something perverted when seeing a mother and son being intimate."

Sawamura Yō's well-reasoned reasoning made Eriri and Sawamura Sayuri feel nervous, and they couldn't help but wail in their hearts:

It's over. I really can't keep it secret anymore.

Yao-chan is so smart, he will definitely get to the bottom of it.

The mother and daughter looked at each other, as if to say:

It's your problem.

It's all your fault, you confess first.

"Eri, if you don't confess, I'm going upstairs now."

"Go through your studio from top to bottom."

"Brother, if I confess, will you forgive me?"

"Will you still regard me as the sister you had in your mind before?"

“I respect everyone’s interests and hobbies.”

"The premise is to abide by the bottom line of morality and law."

After these words were spoken, Eriri and Sayuri both subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s great, Yao-chan is always so considerate.

"No wonder my dad said before that everyone has many faces."

"So this is to prepare me psychologically!"

Sawamura Yao complained speechlessly.

"Eri, no matter how many faces you have, you are my sister who I need to protect for the rest of my life."

"Mom, you too."

“That’s not going to change in any way.”

"Yao-chan!"

Sayuri Sawamura and Eriri were both moved to tears by Sawamura Yoshi's tenderness.

"Of course I have my likes and dislikes."

"I would choose to stay away from XP that is too disgusting."

"I can't stand this kind of psychological and physical torture."

"Brother, my hidden identity is actually a comic book artist who draws 18+ humiliation-themed comics."

Eriri closed her eyes and mustered up her courage, her face flushed as she loudly confessed regardless of the consequences.

"Although I don't watch it, I can still accept it."

Sawamura Yo is a pure love god of war.

The Minotaur's humiliation of Benzi was pure mental torture for him.

13. [In short, it is very abnormal]

"Mom, what about you?"

"Yao-chan, what does this have to do with me?"

Sayuri Sawamura, who was hanging on Sawamura Yoshi and trying to play dead, asked with a dry laugh.

"You were the one who introduced Eriri to painting."

"I don't believe that you, as a mother, don't know about Eriri's sketchbook."

"I also don't think a mother with normal interests and hobbies can tolerate her daughter having these special interests and hobbies."

"And the change in your expression just now was exactly the same as Eriri's."

"Are these reasons enough?"

Good job, bro!

Seeing this scene, Ying Lili exclaimed in her heart that it was so exciting.

I absolutely cannot let my mother off so easily.

She's dead.

My perverted mom has to suffer with her too.

"If that's not enough, I can continue."

Sayuri Sawamura was instantly silenced.

Why is her son so smart?

He quickly raised his hand and confessed:

"Yao-chan, I'm sorry, I'm actually a homegirl and a fujoshi."

"I was the one who introduced Eriri to the path of being a homegirl."

"Mom, I'm curious, why don't you take me in?"

"Of course it's Yao-chan. You were a very popular person when you were a kid!"

"A top student, self-disciplined, likes to go out and exercise."

"There is more than one childhood sweetheart who is the standard template for other people's children."

"Which popular person would be addicted to the second dimension?"

Sayuri Sawamura explained speechlessly.

"Unlike Eriri, who was shy and introverted when she was little and had no friends."

"I just wanted to cultivate her interest in painting."

"I didn't expect she was so talented in drawing books."

"Much better than an amateur painter like me."

"He is a talented artist in the book world."

"Mom, please stop talking."

Eriri is almost being called a paramecium by Sayuri Sawamura.

She didn't want to be nicknamed the genius artist in the comic book world at all.

What a shame.

"Mom, I have a very serious question for you now."

"You didn't draw me into the fujoshi manga, did you?"

Sawamura Yao lifted up Sawamura Sayuri's petite and soft body and asked seriously.

"me."

Hearing this question, Sayuri Sawamura, who had been struggling in mid-air, fell silent for a moment.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

It can be said that he has mastered the art of pretending to be dead to the extreme.

Ying Lili standing next to her was also completely stunned.

My mother is indeed a veteran fujoshi who has been in the otaku community for decades.

He became so perverted that he even spared no effort on his own son.

The thought of the book with Sawamura Yo as the protagonist being used as a side dish by those fujoshi to stimulate their own energy makes me feel sad.

Ying Lili began to become excited.

It produces waves of intense and stimulating pleasure in the mind.

The fair and delicate skin was covered with large patches of abnormal blush.

All kinds of messy ideas in my mind collide with each other, producing all kinds of outrageous sparks of thought.

If the identities of the heroine and hero in a book about humiliation were swapped.

Let the older brother play the male protagonist who is humiliated, while the female protagonist can only watch from the side.

Eriri had a feeling that a book with this theme would definitely be a hit.

After all, the brother’s appearance is no different from that of a painting.

With her current level, it is impossible to restore it 100%.

"Mom, don't do this. How can you be so excessive?"

"They didn't even spare my only son."

"I'm running away from home!"

"I'm going to complain to grandma."

Hearing these two threats that were comparable to nuclear bombs, Sayuri Sawamura's heart began to alarm.

No matter which one happens, she won't be able to survive.

She couldn't afford to play dead anymore.

She covered her beautiful purple eyes and cried bitterly as she apologized:

"Yao-chan, Mom really knows she was wrong."

"I just secretly drew a few of your books by myself."

"I secretly watch it in my room by myself."

"I did not print it, much less circulate it."

“I really just drew it for myself.”