The soft glow of streetlights faded behind him as Nobita strolled up the familiar path to his house, whistling a little tune, hands shoved lazily in his pockets. The night air was calm, and his thoughts wandered back to the encounter with Jaiko—the way she had blushed, the numbers above her head, the X-ray view he had quietly observed. A smirk tugged at his lips, subtle and knowing.
But as he reached the entrance of the Nobi household, the smirk faltered. Standing there was Tamako Nobi, arms crossed, eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and disbelief. Her hair seemed to bristle as if in sync with her scolding aura.
"Nobita!" she bellowed, voice carrying across the quiet street. "Why on earth did you stay at that rich brat Suneo's house again?!"
Before he could even open his mouth to respond, she stepped forward with surprising speed for her size and yanked on his ear with a sharp pinch. Nobita yelped in pain, hopping on one foot and instinctively rubbing his ear.
"Ow! Mom! That hurts!" he protested, trying to sound innocent, though the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away.
"Hurts?" Tamako snapped, wagging her finger. "Do you think I care about your pain? Staying over at that spoiled brat's house, doing who knows what while I'm left worrying—this is absolutely unacceptable, Nobita!"
Nobita tried to compose himself, scratching the back of his head and giving her his most helpless, wide-eyed look. "I-I just… I wanted to hang out, Mom! We were… um… playing games, that's all! Yeah, totally just games!"
Tamako's eyes narrowed, unconvinced, and she pinched his other ear this time, making him yelp even louder. "Games, huh? Games that keep you out until nightfall? You're grounded for the next week, young man! And I mean it!"
He let out a long sigh, slumping slightly, though he kept the playful tone he always carried. "Aw, Mom… come on! It wasn't a big deal! Just a little hangout…"
Tamako's glare softened ever so slightly, but the anger was still evident. "Little hangout? Nobita! You have to be responsible! And don't think you can lie to me—I know when something's off. You and that Suneo, always up to no good…"
Nobita rubbed his ears again, trying to suppress a smirk. "Yeah, yeah… I'll behave, Mom. I promise."
Tamako huffed, straightening her posture. "You better, Nobita. And tomorrow, I want you to come straight home after school, no excuses. Got it?"
He nodded quickly, though inside he was already planning the next steps with Jaiko and, of course, Shizuka's mother. "Got it, Mom. No more… uh… hanging out at rich brats' houses, I swear!"
Tamako muttered something under her breath about spoiled children and shook her head, clearly exasperated. Nobita rubbed his sore ears, grinning faintly despite himself, already thinking about how much fun he could still have without her noticing…
The night settled around the Nobi household, quiet once more, but Nobita's mind buzzed with possibilities. The mischief wasn't over—it had only just begun.
Nobita trudged into the house, rubbing his sore ears from Tamako's relentless pinches. He muttered under his breath, a small frown tugging at his lips. Ugh… this bitch has become really annoying… He glanced back toward the doorway where his mother still stood, arms crossed like a sentry.
"I'm going to take a bath, Mom," he called over his shoulder, voice casual, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Good! And make it quick, Nobita!" Tamako shouted, clearly relieved he wasn't arguing any further.
Once the door clicked shut behind him, Nobita leaned against it for a moment, his mind already drifting into much darker territory. Suneo's mom… Mrs. Honekawa… that rich, spoiled bitch… The memory of what had happened earlier made him shiver with dark excitement: the way her body had gaped wide from Suneo's fists, the obscene way her insides had been stretched, the way she screamed, sobbed, and clawed at him and Suneo.
He kicked off his shoes and wandered to his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, hand drifting unconsciously to his crotch. God… her body… gaped so perfectly… every inch of her stretched open… Suneo's hands and fists shoved in… and she still cried for more… The memory alone was enough to make him painfully hard.
He glanced around, half-expecting Doraemon to pop in, but the room was empty. Of course… he's out with Mii-chan… Nobita sighed, sinking against his pillows, letting the fantasy consume him.
Every detail replayed in his mind: the wide, trembling gape of her cunt, slick and shining, the way she had clutched Suneo, trying to pull him out but failing, the obscene wet noises of her stretched, violated body. And she still begged… still moaned… still wanted him to fill her completely…
His hand moved slowly at first, teasing himself as he pictured her tight pussy gaping open from the intense assault, her walls pulsing uncontrollably, remnants of Suneo's fingers and fists still lingering inside. The image of her shivering, sobbing, and leaking all over him made his cock throb with every stroke.
Leaning back, eyes half-closed, he let the thought of her helpless, stretched body, fully owned, fill him completely. Yeah… you're mine… all of you… stretched, dripping, begging… just like that… His hand moved faster, slick with his growing arousal, as he imagined her screaming, her pussy gaping wide under his control, every inch of her exposed and trembling.
Outside, the night was quiet, and Doraemon's absence left him unmonitored. Nobita's breath came in shallow pants, the room filled only with the soft sounds of his hands moving, the dark satisfaction of imagining her completely ruined for him, every moan and cry etched into his mind.
"You're mine, bitch…" he whispered, voice low and ragged. "Wide open for me… gaping just like you were… Suneo, remember how I made you do it…"
He let the image of her dripping, overstimulated, stretched pussy sink deep into his mind, fingers moving faster, until he finally let himself imagine the next time he would make her submit completely.