Hardcore otaku who love moms reincarnated in chastity reverse fantisy
Watanabe Kenji lived the way most hardcore otaku do — quietly, passionately, and completely unapologetically.
Thirty-four years old. Office worker by day. By night, a man who had watched every anime ever made, read every isekai light novel he could get his hands on, and spent an embarrassing portion of his salary on merchandise nobody else wanted.
His specialty? Mother characters.
Not the childhood friend. Not the student council president. Not the mysterious silver-haired heroine with the tragic past.
The mother. The warm, slightly tired woman in the background that every writer ignored and every fandom briefly went insane over before forgetting completely. The one who handed the protagonist soup and disappeared back into the scenery while getting absolutely zero romantic attention from anyone.
Kenji thought this was a crime.
He said so. Frequently. To nobody in particular, in his quiet apartment, surrounded by figures and manga and a collection his family considered a personality disorder.
His family had long since given up on him. His coworkers thought he was odd. Romance had tried once, found his hobby alarming, and left politely.
Kenji told himself it was fine.
Most days he even meant it.
Then he died. Fell down a staircase on a Tuesday evening chasing instant noodles, which is exactly the kind of death a man like Kenji deserved — small, accidental, and slightly embarrassing.
He expected nothing after that.
What he got was considerably more complicated.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.
Stone. Carved. Expensive-looking in a way that suggested serious hereditary wealth.
He looked at his hands. Young. Smooth. Attached to a body that was lean and tall and frankly better than anything he had managed in his previous life.
He looked in a mirror.
The face looking back was fifteen years old, sharp-featured, and objectively the kind of face that belonged on the cover of a fantasy novel.
He had been reincarnated.
Into a fantasy world with magic and swords and noble houses and a gender ratio so catastrophically skewed — one man to every ninety-nine women — that the kingdom had developed entire government departments dedicated to the management of males.
Into the body of a Duke's son.
Into the body of a Duke's son who was, by all accounts, a violent, talentless, girl-hating, mother-hating disaster of a human being.
And then the door opened.
And she walked in.
The Duchess. His mother in this new life. Tall, graceful, with tired eyes she had learned to hide behind a careful smile. Beautiful in the specific, understated way that Kenji had dedicated fifteen years and a significant portion of his disposable income to appreciating.
A real, three-dimensional, standing-directly-in-front-of-him mother character.
Kenji's brain, after thirty-four years of training, had exactly one response.
Oh no.
She's perfect.
A hardcore otaku reincarnates into a fantasy world as the violent, good-for-nothing son of a noble house — only to discover that his new mother is exactly the kind of woman he spent his entire previous life wishing were real.
The old Aldric von Castellan was feared, hated, and avoided by everyone in the household.
The new one is going to be a completely different problem.
The Man Who Loved Fictional Mothers — a fantasy romantic comedy about a man who finally gets everything he ever wanted, in the most complicated way possible, surrounded by an increasingly unhinged harem of women who have never encountered a boy who was actually nice to them before and do not know how to handle it.