Life is a Mess Ever Since My Mother Won an Ero-Novel Grand Prize - Chapter 1.1

Chapter 1: “Maybe I did something bad in my previous life that got me stuck in this life.”

“Stop it, Sho-chan!”

She squealed.

“We’re mother and son!”

“I don’t want to hear that!”

While waving his arms in rejection, the boy unleashed his rage,

“What do you mean by we’re related by blood? So what if we’re mother and son? I always thought of you for a long time, … always.”

“…”

He was breathless.

The boy, tormented by this forbidden love, looked at his mother’s body as if licking it, still he tried to restrain himself from delving deeper…

But…

“… Here”

“What?”

“Come here, Sho-chan!”

Shizuka revealed herself rather openly in front of the puzzled boy.

“… Mom?”

“I understand, Sho-chan. I was aware of your feelings all this time. It’s just I was pretending to ignore it. Because it’s not allowed… We shouldn’t do this. But I can’t believe I’m the one who wants to respond to my son’s wild desires.”

“M-Mom!”

“It’s fine, Sho-chan! Mommy can’t take it anymore! I always wanted to be held by you! Hold me! Tear these clothes off! Violate me as much as you desire! You can do whatever you want!”

Sniff… Uwaaaaaa

The boy shuddered in anguish, and the next moment, let out a strange cry and pounced on his mother like a wild animal.

He ripped her clothes violently, exposing Shizuka’s pale skin.

Shizuka was terrified as well. But she knew that she would be fine.

It is the role of parents to care for their young ones…

Shizuka closed her eyes and entrusted herself to the child…

“Ahhh, this is crap!”

I, Haruma Shimomura (Age sixteen, the protagonist of this story), slammed the manuscript on the floor.

“I can’t read this crap! I don’t know why I have to read this stuff! This is ridiculous!”

“Haru-kun, that’s bad manners. Meh.”

Don’t give me the Meh!

“It’s improper for a real mother to let her son read inc*st!”

“No! It’s called true love!.”

“How in the world is that true love!!”

I picked up the manuscript and threw it into the trash with all my might. There were quite a few of them, so the impact created a loud noise.

It was a quiet time of night, around nine o’clock.

I ignored her protest saying,

“No, you’re terrible.”

“Sigh…”

I threw myself in the chair, grabbed my head, and sighed.

The woman sitting on the bed in front of me was my mother, Mirei Shimomura.

Though she was my mother, it’s a bit of a bummer to say she’s quite a beauty.

Innocent and lovely. She is calm, caring and sweet in nature. In addition to these qualities, she has a model figure with slender arms and legs. She has a baby face with smooth white skin, and looks like a college girl.

I guess you could say she is a beautiful woman who retains a bewitching youthfulness.

“So Haru-kun… what did you think of it?”

Her cheeks were dyed red while she squealed “Kyaa.”

“How can you react like that when someone just threw your manuscript in the trash right in front of you?”

“You don’t have to be so shy.”

“No, I’m not.”

I pointed to the trash can and stated,

“I will NEVER read the rest of that thing! That’s a piece of trash!”

“Ehh… don’t call it trash!”

Mirei was unsettled.

“At least it’s been recognized by a lot of people… I don’t think the content inside should bother you.”

“Guho…”

That’s right. It was a fact that I did not want to admit…

“Could it be that you’re jealous, Haru-kun?”

“As if I am!”

“You’re not? That’s good. I was worried that since you’ve been trying hard to win the rookie award for a long time, you might be mad at me, who won the grand prize in one shot. I’m glad you’re not jealous at all!”

She just said everything, this woman…

My cheeks twitched, but I remained silent as my mother patted her chest in relief.

Mirei, with a smile on her face asked,

“I wonder how many stories you have submitted, Haru-kun?”

“It’s fine, think whatever you want.”

“Is it five or ten…?”

Thirty…

I was so frustrated that I was gnashing my teeth audibly. I had written so many stories, and none of them made it past the first round!

“Hey-hey, how far did you go, Haru-kun? How many times did you make it to the final round?”

“It’s fine, I don’t wanna talk about it!”

“You’re my son, I believe you must have made it to the finals every time, but lost with a minimum margin. But don’t worry, there’s always next time! Your work will be a bestseller! Your mother guarantees it!”

How badly is this woman going to gouge my wounds?

I turned my face down and pressed my temples.

But still, aren’t the events developing too quickly?

On a peaceful early spring evening, my mother suddenly barged into my room. With a serious expression on her face, she said she had something important to tell me.

“So, you really won the award?”

“Yeah, do you want to check it again?”

Mirei showed me her smartphone.

I looked at it and saw that it was indeed an email from the editorial department informing her of the award. It was detailed that she had won the grand prize, and prompted her to call when it would be an appropriate time to talk.

Amazing. Is this what you get when you win a prize?

“But why did they just send an e-mail? Don’t they usually call first to inform you of the award?”

I asked, based on my knowledge of the Internet.

She was looking at me awkwardly.

“You see, I did get a call. But I made a mistake there.”

“Mistake?”

“Yes. But first promise me that you won’t get mad at me, Haru-kun.”

“No worries, I’m already mad at you.”

I have a bad feeling about this.

“Please don’t get mad, Haru-kun.”

“I’m already angry since you barged into my room.”

“I know deep inside you’re a kind boy, I’m sure you’ll laugh it off and forgive your mother’s teeny-tiny mistake.”

“I’m already way past madness. I’ll get angry at you and I’m going to yell at you so hard that the neighbors will hear.”

“I’ve named you for the award, Haru-kun☆.”

She put her fingertips on both cheeks and acted like a cute girl.

“What, did you just say…”

“I didn’t have a choice….”

She said while hinting about the household expenses, breathing a sigh saying, “It’s been tough for me, haha…” and continued, “I never thought that I would actually win the award. I got a phone call from the editor out of the blue, and I was in a panic. More importantly, if it’ll change the way the neighbors look at me. Considering all these factors, it just turned out this way.”

I was already shaking from head to toe by the storm of the crazy developments that kept coming at me. I wondered how many more of her super combos she would continue and how much more overkill damage she would accumulate. Please stop kicking my corpse already.

“What’s wrong, Haru-kun? Why are you holding your head? Shall Mommy give you a hug and pat you on the head~. Just kidding, Kyaa~ I finally said it. I’m so embarrassed~!”

“Can you please shut up for a second?”

I held my head in my hands and let out a sigh.

It was a dream of mine to win the competition and become a professional writer myself.

To think that the time I will receive the reward for such a competition was for my mother’s work, not my own…

I am ashamed of myself. (a difficult word I learned recently, meaning embarrassed, or humiliated by something), but…

I have a strong desire to experience the professional world.

Because if I look at it from a different perspective, It might be an opportunity, right? If I’m exposed to professional editors and senior writers, I might be able to grow rapidly!

I wanted to win the award and make my debut as an author!

But, it’s not all about being a writer…

Yes, there is one more thing.

The reason why I want to become a writer as soon as possible…

… Well, it’s a flimsy reason, full of selfishness, but… anyway.

“I’d like to ask for a few more details.”

“Yay, Haru-kun, that’s the spirit.”

Mirei claps her hands in delight.

I hate to admit it, but let’s just sort out things one by one. I scratched my head and asked,

“Let’s start. First, what’s the title and pen name of your award-winning work? Is it the one you just wrote?”

“That’s right. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Tell me again. And give me a brief synopsis if you can.”

I asked calmly because I couldn’t bring myself to read it properly.

“All right.”

Mirei coughed cutely and said,

“The title is ‘From Greek Mythology’. It’s an ambitious work that passionately depicts the twisted love between a mother and her son. And my pen name is…”

She blushed,

“Mating Press”

His mother’s pen name was ‘Mating Press’

“W-what the! What are you saying in front of your own son?”

“But this is not a joke!”

“Tell me it’s a joke.”

“No, it’s not! It’s the reason Haru-kun was born.”

“I didn’t want to hear that from my own mother!!”

“That’s why it’s scary…”

“I told you to stop!”

While we were making a lot of noise.

Slaaam!!

I heard a wall slam from the next room, which belongs to my sister.

“… Quiet down!”

“I’m sorry, Miuha-chan.”

Awawawa. Mirei prayed over the walls.

“What are you going to do about Miuha? You’re not going to tell her, right?”

“I can’t tell her that her mother is actually an ero novelist… But it’ll be fine, if it’s her brother…”

“Why me? I’m telling you, I’ve never written a sensual novel in my life.”

“Oh, your mother is experienced with the stuff, you know… umm… before writing.”

“Stop right there! Don’t make it sound like I forced you to say something embarrassing!”

“But you don’t have to worry, Haru-kun! I’m sure you’ll meet a wonderful girl soon! It’s just not the right time yet. Oh, but wait. Maybe now is the right time? Umm, Haru-kun, if you want your mother to be your… in the future… you can umm… I don’t mind… Kyaa~~.”

“Don’t gimme the kyaa~”

Boom!

The wall was slammed again…

“Anyway, don’t tell Miuha about this. She’ll probably kill herself.”

“Eh, seriously?”

Without denying it, I nodded in agreement.

My sister, Miyuha, is a pure and cultured young lady who attends a ladies’ school. If she learned about the underhani things her mother did, she would probably lost her sanity and attempt suicide…

Well, such a ladylike sister also does something trivial like wall-dongs when you can’t see her.

“Let’s go back to the story. What did you say about the title, synopsis, and even the pen name?”

“Yeah, the title is ‘From Greek Mythology’…”

“All right, all right, I don’t want to hear anymore.”

“The pen name is…”

“I don’t care!”

“But Haru-kun, this work and this name will be yours now. I don’t think there’s a need to confirm everything.”

“Gosh…”

A Sixteen years old, second year high school boy, whose pen name is “Mating Press”, made a strong debut with his masterpiece “From Greek Mythology”, which depicted the passionate love between a mother and her son…

God tell me, is this karma?

It’s too heavy…

“Let’s not talk about the proxy…”

“Why not!”

“Because this karma is too heavy for a son to carry. You wrote it so you should carry it.”

“I can’t! What am I supposed to tell our neighbors?”

“What am I gonna say to my classmates?”

“You made a debut with a novel about the sex life of a mother with her son.”

“S-stop it.”

But Mirei further continued, “Oh no! Maybe premature-eja***!” She definitely seemed to have misunderstood something. “The girls will look at you with disgust! That’s not good, let’s train together with mommy!”

Why am I even trying to yell back to a spear thrower…

I completely lost my interest, so I let her swim in whatever fantasies she had.

“Anyway, you didn’t tell me what kind of award you won…”

In any case, I never heard of the ero novel contest, and I’m pretty sure it’s a weak genre.

“It’s an all-genre novelist award.”

“T-the biggest one!”

I couldn’t help but sit up.

“Huh? Is this really that great?”

Mirei was puzzled wondering why her son was shocked.

“But Haru-kun, you see, your mother can’t do it alone…”

Mirei falls flat on her face and clutches him, crying.

What a lowlife. Basically, Mirei is the type of person who makes a fool of herself in everything she does. Even when she gets a part-time job, she always fails and gets fired immediately.

“Being recognized as a writer is an unexpected chance for me. But like every other time, I might fail in some way… To prevent that from happening, I want you to help me, Haru-kun. Please!”

“I have a bad feeling about this…”

“Just because Haru-kun has been cold lately due to puberty, I’m not thinking of this as an opportunity to get him close to me again.”

“Is that what you think of me?”

She’s a terrible mother!

“Please-Please, Haru-kun,~~~~! Please, we’re going to rekindle our bond as a mother and son~~~~!”

“Oh, my God! Stop it for a moment! I’ll do it for you, okay!”

Well, I can’t help it… It’s true that the prize money and royalties are attractive to this poor family of ours, and also it’s an unexpected chance for me to grow as a writer.

“How much money do you get?”

“Five million yen.”

“W-what? Isn’t that a bit much?”

Just how in the world? I can’t refuse this offer anymore!

“Weren’t there winners in other categories?”

“Well, the total amount of 10 million was to be divided among the winners,” she said. “But there were only two winners this time.”

“I guess so. Editor also said that it was a poor harvest. But he said there were definitely some interesting individual works.”

“And one of them was yours?”

“Yours, Haru-kun.”

Smug…

I want to kick her out of this… house, with that smile.

I let out a sigh that seemed to spit out even my soul.

“But who’s the other winner…?”

I crossed my arms.

“I’m curious to know who this person is? Haven’t you heard anything?”

“Oh, they sure did send a link to that special site. I think I might have seen it and got the idea to do the same thing.”

“The same thing? What do you mean?”

“Anyway, here, try to navigate the laptop.”

Mirei took my hand and led me to the laptop on the desk…

Why does this woman like to touch me? It might lead to sexual harassment.

“Look, Haru-kun, here!”

Squish-squish.

Mirei pushes her huge breasts at him from behind.

It was indeed a huge pressure, but…

“Hey, don’t push it on me, it’s irritating.”

“Why is your face red, Haru-kun… Did you feel my breasts by any chance? Kyaa! I’m so embarrassed…! Haru-kun is feeling my sensitive part. But this mother of yours will forgive you, anything for you…! You’ve done a lot of this and those things to me since you were a child… And now that you’re an adult….! Kyaa! Oh, gosh! I’m your mother, I can’t do those… things…”

“So, this is the site, isn’t it?”

I clicked on the mouse, leaving my mother fidgeting in the background.

It’s a special site for the All-Genre Novel Newcomer Award. It’s prominently displayed at the top of the page.

“It’s true, the information about the winners displayed in the headlines. But what’s this…”

I gritted my teeth in frustration, in a different way than my mother.

“This is! An active high school student has won the award!”

The words were written in bold letters.

Unlike me, who was making my debut as a writer on behalf of my mother.

This fellow award winner, whose pen name was Karin, was..

A real, working high school student making her debut as a writer…!

Goddamn, is there anything more frustrating than that?

“I’m ready Haru-kun, be gentle with me… (heart eyes)”

I knocked out the lascivious woman who had somehow started unhooking her bra behind my back, and used my frustration as a motivation to start writing a new novel.

I can’t lose, I’ll definitely win the award and make my debut as a writer as soon as possible.

And!

I’m going to confess my love to the girl in my class…!

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[TLN: about the novel’s name, Hermes suggested that it’s from a literature called Oedipus Rex]