Mrs. Minamoto was still looking at him with that soft, worried expression when Nobita's fingers closed around the Forgotten Stick in his pocket.
He pulled it out without warning and tapped it firmly against the side of her head.
A sharp tap.
Mrs. Minamoto's eyes immediately went blank. Her body went slack. The polite smile stayed frozen on her face for a second before her gaze turned empty and unfocused, as if her mind had been completely switched off. She sat there in a helpless daze, breathing slowly, completely at his mercy.
Nobita's cock throbbed hard inside Gian's pants. One use of the stick was gone. Two left.
He stood up, walked around the table, and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back. She didn't resist. She couldn't. He shoved her down onto the couch, pushing her into a more exposed position, then tore open the front of her blouse and yanked her bra down. Her full breasts spilled out. He immediately clamped both hands around them and squeezed brutally hard, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh until the skin turned red under his grip.
"These belong to me right now," he muttered in Gian's rough voice.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it savagely before biting down hard enough to break the skin. His teeth sank deep, deliberately leaving a clear, ugly bite mark that would scar. He didn't stop at one. He bit again lower on the same breast, then moved to the other and left another deep bite, claiming both with permanent marks while she remained frozen and unaware.
Not finished, Nobita shoved her skirt up around her waist and ripped her panties aside. He forced her legs open and buried his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue roughly over her clit. He licked it in long, dominant strokes, then sucked the sensitive bud hard between his lips, treating it like something he owned. His fingers dug into her inner thighs hard enough to bruise while he continued tongue-fucking her clit without any gentleness.
Then his eyes landed on the decorative vase on the side table. A single red rose sat inside it, its long stem covered in sharp, cruel thorns.
Nobita grabbed the rose, flipped Mrs. Minamoto onto her stomach on the couch, and yanked her hips up so her ass was raised and presented. He pressed the thorny stem against her tight, dry anus and shoved it in without any preparation or mercy. The thorns scraped and tore as the stem forced its way deep into her ass. He pushed it further, twisting it deliberately so the thorns would catch and dig into the soft inner walls, then left the blooming flower sticking out of her stretched hole like a humiliating decoration.
He stepped back and looked at his work.
Bite marks on both breasts. Bruises already forming on her thighs. A thorny rose buried deep in her ass. Her body completely used and marked while her mind remained blank.
Nobita fixed her clothes just enough to hide the worst of it from a casual glance, then walked to the front door. He opened it quietly, stepped outside, and closed it behind him without looking back.
The Face Cream was still holding. He still wore Gian's face.
Without wasting another second, he turned toward the Honekawa mansion and started walking.
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Inside the Minamoto house, Mrs. Minamoto slowly blinked.
The blankness faded. Her mind returned.
She sat up on the couch, slightly disoriented, as if she had briefly dozed off. She looked around the empty living room. No one was there. She had no memory of Gian visiting. No memory of any conversation. No memory of anything strange.
Then the sensations hit her all at once like a wave of punishment.
A sharp, burning agony pulsed deep in her anus. Something hard and foreign was still buried inside her. Both of her breasts throbbed with deep, stinging pain from the fresh bite marks. Her clit ached, swollen and oversensitive. Bruises pulsed on her inner thighs.
Confused and alarmed, she reached back under her skirt with shaking fingers and carefully tried to pull the object out.
The moment she tugged, the thorns caught viciously on the soft inner walls of her ass. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her as several thorns ripped small cuts into the sensitive flesh. Blood mixed with the wetness already coating the stem. The burning intensified into a raw, humiliating fire.
A broken, involuntary moan escaped her lips. The mix of intense pain, the forced fullness, and the residual stimulation on her clit pushed her over the edge against her will. Her thighs trembled as a shameful, pain-driven orgasm rippled through her while she carefully worked the thorny rose free, each pull causing more tiny cuts and more blood.
When the rose finally came out, the stem was slick with blood and her own fluids. She stared at it in complete confusion, breathing hard, face flushed, with no memory of how any of it had happened — only the burning proof left behind in her body.
Somewhere across town, Nobita walked toward Suneo's house with a satisfied smirk on Gian's face.
Two uses of the Forgotten Stick remained.