I slumped onto the couch, the adrenaline from the last encounter still humming through me, heat twisting low in my stomach. I knew exactly what I needed next—reach, leverage, a way to extend my control beyond just the few encounters I'd had. I glanced at Doraemon, tail flicking lazily.
"Doraemon," I said, voice low, deliberate. "I need a gadget."
He tilted his head, curious. "What kind of gadget, Nobita?"
I shook my head, letting the words drip with precision. "I need a phone. A real phone. One that lets me call anyone I want, anytime, without excuses, without interruptions. I need it to be mine."
Doraemon hummed, Then he take out a something sleek and black from his pocket. No blinking lights, no complicated buttons—just a normal smartphone, deceptively simple. "Here," he said. "This will let you call anyone you need to reach. You just need to input their name in it, and you also have to meet them atleast one time in real."
I grinned, the weight of it promising power. Fingers closing around it, I immediately thought of Suneo—his whining, his fear, his little greedy face—and I knew exactly how I wanted to proceed.
I dialed a number and let it ring. Suneo answered, his voice high and nervous. "H-Hello? Who… who is this?"
I leaned back, voice smooth and teasing. "Suneo… let me ask you something. Right now, whose panties are you sniffing?"
There was a long pause, the panic immediate and raw on the other end. "W-What?! Who… who is this? I… I don't—"
I heard Suneo's gasp through the phone before he even spoke. "N-Nobita… it's you…" His voice cracked, the stammer barely hiding the panic bubbling under it. I could practically hear the trembling in his chest, smell the fear across the line. Perfect.
"Of course it's me," I said, my voice low, sharp, venomous, the grin spreading across my face like fire. "Now listen carefully, Suneo. I need some cash. Don't waste time talking."
There was a pause on the other end. I could practically hear him fumbling for words, trying to gather his wits. "W-What… cash? How much… what—"
I cut him off, the threat rolling off my tongue with deliberate weight. "Enough to make it worth my time. Bring it to the empty lot near Mr. Kaminari's house. And don't even think about stalling, or—" I let the word hang, letting his imagination fill in the rest. "…I show everyone what a filthy little pervert you are. All the panties you've stolen. Even your mom's."
He groaned audibly, a mix of terror and disbelief. "N-No! Y-You wouldn't! I-I… I'll bring it, I swear! Just… just don't do that! Please!"
"Good," I said, letting a small chuckle slip through. "Because if you don't, you'll regret it. You know exactly how bad it'll look. Little Suneo, rich little prince, exposed for every neighbor to see. And trust me—I'll make it… memorable."
I could hear his rapid breathing, frantic steps on the other end as he scrambled to obey. Perfect. I leaned back in the chair, savoring it, feeling the thrill coil through me like electricity. This wasn't just about money—it was the power, the control. Watching him scramble, knowing exactly what I could do to him and his filthy little secrets, it sent a heat straight down to my stomach.
"You're moving slow, Suneo," I muttered, voice quiet but sharp, enjoying the tension. "I don't have all day. Remember, I know everything. Every stash. Every little habit. You want to keep it hidden? Then move fast."
He squeaked a reply, something about the wallet being in his room, and I could hear the shuffling, the panic-strewn footsteps. He sounded like a cornered animal, and I felt the dark, thrilling satisfaction that only comes from absolute leverage.
By the time he hung up, I could practically imagine him rifling through his room, tearing drawers open, checking under beds, muttering curses to himself, face red and hands shaking. I leaned back and let the smile stretch across my face.
Then came the waiting. I walked to the empty lot near Mr. Kaminari's house, every step deliberate, every sense alert. The sun glared down, baking the asphalt and making the heat press against my skin. I leaned against the fence, watching the street, listening to every sound, imagining Suneo coming, clutching the money and the shame that would follow him like a second shadow.
And then I saw him—little Suneo, looking like a kid caught stealing candy, eyes wide, the envelope of cash clutched in both hands. I stepped forward, letting the shadow of my figure fall over him. "You brought it," I said, my voice dripping venom and amusement. "Smart boy. But you know the rules. You ever try to get clever? I show everyone. All of them. Panties, secrets, the whole filthy history you've built."
He nodded frantically, swallowing hard, hands shaking. "Y-Yes! I… I get it! I won't… I won't do anything!"
"Good," I said, crouching slightly so I could watch his expression, feeding on the fear and shame. "And just remember this—one false move, one tiny lie, and it's all out. Every neighbor. Every parent. Every little act. Even your mom."
His breath caught audibly. "M-Mom? No! You… you wouldn't…"
I smiled, letting the pause stretch. The power I held was intoxicating. "Wouldn't I? You don't think I could, do you, Suneo? You've done the work of making it possible, collecting every little secret, every filthy action. All I have to do is press play."
His eyes widened, panic mounting, legs trembling. And in that instant, I knew—he would obey. Every order, every command, every filthy little thing I asked. And for the first time, the control wasn't just imagined. It was real, tangible, satisfying.
I reached down, letting my hand brush the envelope in his grip. "Hand it over. Slowly. And don't even think about running."
He obeyed, fumbling as the envelope passed from his hands to mine. I felt the weight, the cash, the thrill. He stood there, frozen, like he'd just been stripped bare in more ways than one.
I let out a low laugh, leaning back against the fence again, the heat pooling in my stomach, the grin still sharp and cruel. "This… this is just the beginning, Suneo. Just the beginning."
And with that, I tucked the envelope away, eyes glinting, mind racing with all the ways I could use this, all the power I had. The filthy little pervert thought he was the clever one—but he had no idea who was really in control.