By the time Sayuri Sawamura and her daughter Eriri said goodbye to Megumi Kato at the crossroads and returned home, it was already dusk.
The golden sunset, tinged with red, shone through the fiery afterglow and bathed the entire street.
When I opened the door and went inside.
Both Sayuri Sawamura and Eriri breathed a long sigh of relief.
Having worn a formal suit all day, Sayuri Sawamura tossed her small bag onto the sofa and then lazily lay down.
Eriri, are you hungry?
Just like her mother, Eriri, no longer maintaining her image, lazily sprawled on the sofa.
"I'm not very hungry. I ate quite a lot at my mom's coffee shop."
"Then we'll just have a little something for dinner, okay?"
"Um."
The soft sofa made the mother and daughter speak in a very relaxed tone.
They were completely unlike the image they projected to outsiders; all that talk of being noble and elegant, quiet and gentle, was a lie.
Eriri, lying on the sofa, casually chatted with her daughter Eriri about whatever came to mind.
"By the way, Eriri, have you prepared your doujinshi for Natsu CM?"
"Ugh! Mom, why did you bring this up?!"
Eriri, who was lying on the sofa, let out a painful cry.
Sawamura Sayuri looked at her daughter pitifully.
As a creator herself, she knew it just by seeing Eriri's appearance.
It seems my daughter hasn't prepared anything.
"Eri, you need to hurry up. Although there are still a few months until August, there is still time to submit for review. You also have club projects to draw."
"I understand!"
Eriri nodded helplessly with a bitter face.
"Anyway, there are still a few months left. I'll be careful, and I already have some ideas."
Sawamura Sayuri looked at Eriri helplessly. When a creator says something like that, they're setting a flag for themselves.
What do you mean, "I still have time"? "I have plenty of time to create"? "I already have some ideas"?
In general, this is already explained.
This creator has made absolutely no progress on their work; they haven't even formed a basic idea yet.
"Mom, your fan works are more popular than mine. They're called the official fan works every year by your fans."
Now, it's Sawamura Sayuri's turn to look worried.
Like her daughter Eriri, she hasn't started anything yet.
"I don't know either. I finished the manga I was working on, and I've already sent the last volume of the light novel to the editor."
Sawamura Sayuri raised her slender legs, encased in black stockings, high, pointing her ten round and adorable toes toward the window.
The golden-red sunset shone into the room through the window, then pierced through the thin, slightly transparent black silk.
"Mom, you'd better hurry up too."
Eriri turned her head to look at Sayuri Sawamura, and her gaze instantly froze.
Those slender legs in black stockings reflected a soft glow in the setting sun, making them look so cute and charming.
The way her mother raised her legs, viewed from the side, made her petite and adorable body appear huddled together, revealing a slightly flat but very soft and slender figure.
Her petite figure and flawless, beautiful face, visible from the side, made Eriri swallow hard.
She felt as if a raging fire was burning inside her, spreading from her heart to her entire body.
She suddenly stood up from the sofa!
"What's wrong, Eriri?"
The loud noise when Eriri stood up made Sayuri Sawamura turn her head and look at Eriri with confusion.
"I just had a few ideas about the doujinshi that Xia CM is going to make, so I'm going to hurry back to my room to write them down!"
Eriri turned her head away, not daring to look into her mother's alluring eyes, and rushed quickly toward the stairwell.
"Oh! Na Yingli, you have to do your best! Mom is really looking forward to your work!"
"Then Mom, just look forward to it! I, Kashiwagi Eri, will not let you down!"
Eriri rushed up the stairs and quickly dashed into the room.
After she tightly closed the door behind her, she leaned weakly against it.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, but her mind kept flashing back to her mother's petite and charming figure.
This is really bad. Eriri's delicate face showed a bitter smile.
Since awakening her strange desire for her mother, Eriri has found that her resistance to her mother, Sayuri Sawamura, is becoming increasingly weak.
Now, whenever I see her mother's everyday actions, I'm reminded of scenes from my erotic comics.
However, she imagined the main characters in her previous works to be herself and her mother.
The pink hue started from the round, adorable ears, spread to the fair cheeks, and then the ivory-white neck also turned pink.
Eriri's petite body, inherited from Sayuri Sawamura, trembled slightly as she approached her climax because of the scene she had imagined.
"Phew~"
Finally, Eriri breathed a long sigh of relief.
His body stopped trembling, and he stood up from the door.
However, a strange flush remained on her fair and delicate face.
Eriri walked to the wardrobe and silently changed all her clothes from head to toe.
Then she walked to the desk and pulled out a stack of drawings from a hidden corner.
Eriri carefully spread out the stack of drawings, which had been hidden very well, on the desk, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
"Mom, you said you were looking forward to my work."
Eriri stared intently at each and every drawing; they were undoubtedly the most meticulously crafted artwork she had ever created since she started working with comics.
Those sky-blue eyes no longer became clear, but slowly became mesmerizing.
"If you were to see these drawings, I'm afraid I would never be able to be your lovely daughter again."
Although only three days have passed, this stack of drawings already contains several more than the last time Sayuri Sawamura saw them.
Eriri smiled slightly and carefully placed the stack of drawings aside.
Then, she took out her paintbrushes and other props.
The sight of her mother bathed in the setting sun had inspired a great deal of creative passion in her.
So, after today, this stack of drawings will probably have several more pages.
However, Eriri would never take this stack of drawings to CM Comic Con.
She would carefully collect and continuously enrich her knowledge until she had successfully won over her mother.
Finally, the two lay together in bed, admiring the paintings she had meticulously created.