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Ryo buried his face in his pillow. This was worse than anything he could have imagined. It wasn't the blatant adult content he’d feared—it was the domesticity of it. She was monetizing the crumbs on the counter, the way she stretched for the top shelf, the sigh she made when she found a wilted carrot.

Ryo slammed the door. She looked up, unflinching, and muted her mic.

That silence shattered every Tuesday and Thursday night. -ENG- Indiscreet Mother Yukari Uncensored -RJ18...

The breaking point came on a Friday. Ryo came home early to find her filming a "sponsored lifestyle segment" in the living room—a new brand of laundry detergent. She was in a silk robe, wet hair, pretending to fold his underwear on camera.

It started with a misplaced webcam. Ryo had borrowed his mother’s laptop for an online lecture, only to find a livestream dashboard left open. The username: @IndiscreetYukari. The bio: "Real life. No filter. Lifestyle & adult entertainment. Welcome home, baby." Ryo buried his face in his pillow

Yukari smiled, soft and sharp. "Now you close the door, go to your room, and pretend you didn't see anything. And tomorrow, I'll make you okonomiyaki. The real recipe, not the streamer one." She unmuted her mic. "Sorry, chat! That was just the delivery man. Now, where were we? Oh yes—Mother's secret to getting stains out of cotton…"

A pause. She was reading the chat.

Ryo walked to his room, shut the door, and slid down against it. He could hear her laughing—a real laugh this time, mixed with the fake one. And he realized he wasn't sure which mother was which anymore.

His stomach dropped.

"Good evening, darlings. Mother Yukari is tired today. The grocery store was a nightmare, and Ryo-kun left his socks in the sink again. "