After a night passed, Nobi Hiroshi rested, embracing three soft, jade-like bodies. The vibrant room was filled with traces of their intense activity.
Not cleaning up was definitely not an option. It would be hard to say what bad things might breed if left alone.
The sun outside the window had not yet risen, but a faint glimmer of dawn had already appeared on the horizon, coloring the clouds in dreamlike hues.
The early bird catches the worm, and the early birds in the room had already started eating worms, though this particular worm seemed bigger than their mouths.
"Mmm mmm... mmm ham~"
Tachibana, the first to wake up, was holding something in her mouth, her eyes squinted, happily nodding her head, muttering to herself.
"Come out... come out..."
It seemed she was addicted, starting breakfast early while everyone else was still sleeping. This behavior was clearly wrong.
With blurry eyes, listening to the "gurgling" sound beside them, Shizuka and Otome suddenly woke up, looking at the secretly eating Tachibana and condemning her improper behavior.
And so, Nobi Hiroshi, dreaming of being entangled by three octopus tentacles and on the verge of exploding, suddenly opened his eyes.
Three fatal pink lips, fighting over each other. It was unclear who got the most, but it ended in such a muddled way.
"How are you? Does it still hurt?"
Stroking the tender girl's soft long hair, reliving the intense scene, Nobi Hiroshi was once again embraced by Shizuka.
There was no other way. Of the three tigers, two were swollen, and only one was still able to fight.
"Mm, Hiroshi, we should go back, otherwise our mothers will worry."
Tachibana and Otome looked enviously at Shizuka, longing for the feeling of being cherished, but the current situation didn't allow it. They could only wait for next time.
"Okay, I... I'll send you two back in a moment."
Watching Shizuka display her riding skills, Nobi Hiroshi suddenly stood up and turned his body.
Pulling her twin tails, the girl's pink face lifted, her small tongue sticking out.
"Faster... faster..."
Shizuka lay on the pillow, her Lotus root arm clutching tightly, once again scalded by the magic.
After a brief moment of intimacy, sharing a bath, and promising to meet again, Nobi Hiroshi took the injured Tachibana and Otome home.
On the way back, he suddenly encountered Doraemon rushing out from around the corner.
Slow steps, trembling hands, like a robot, he moved towards Nobita's house, his right hand clutching a pink letter.
Perhaps due to extreme nervousness, he didn't notice Hiroshi coming from the opposite direction.
"Coming, coming! Who is it?" Doraemon heard the doorbell and quickly ran over, seeing Doraemon's angry face, his nose almost touching his eyes.
"Give this to her!"
He shouted the words with all his might, as if expending all his strength.
Doraemon shoved the love letter he had spent all night writing into Doraemon's arms, then nervously fled.
"Strange, what is this?" The confused Doraemon opened the envelope, glanced at it roughly, and immediately froze.
[Xiong Zi, I'll be waiting for you by the riverside grass -- Goda Doraemon]
The handwriting was extremely ugly, barely legible, but though it contained only a few words, it held a powerful killing intent.
Especially the four characters 'Goda Doraemon,' written with a vigorous and unrestrained stroke, full of momentum, almost occupying half the paper.
"No... this is bad, Nobita!"
Doraemon rushed upstairs in a panic, slapped the manga out of Nobita's hand, and sat upright, staring at him.
"What's wrong, Doraemon? Why are you so flustered?"
Nobi Nobita looked at Doraemon in confusion. He had passed his exam, and the manga Yuzi had rewarded him with pocket money for hadn't even been finished before he was interrupted.
"There's no time for anything else now. Look at this, Doraemon's challenge letter!"
"He just gave it to me with an angry face. What did you do to him? Even for a girl, his patience has limits."
Doraemon hugged his stomach worriedly, imitating Doraemon's fierce demeanor from earlier, baring his teeth as if he wanted to tear someone apart.
"What! A challenge letter!"
Hearing this, Nobita froze, staring blankly at the letter, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine, his legs trembling uncontrollably with fear.
Recalling the events of the past week, he had not only stepped on Doraemon to clean the windows but also hit him in the face during dodgeball. In short, he had done some things that seemed very excessive to him.
A chill ran down his spine. Nobi Nobita, feeling hopeless, hugged Doraemon's big head: "Doraemon, what should I do? Should I just return to being a boy?"
"But then you'll be treated as a boy, and the beating will be even worse, right?"
"I think it's best to apologize sincerely. This is all your own doing."
Doraemon advised.
He had already imagined Nobita being beaten black and blue, but as a girl, the blows shouldn't be as heavy.
The best course of action now was to apologize. Perhaps Doraemon would forgive a girl.
"Then... then let's go."
Nobita swallowed, trembling nervously, and went to the riverside with Doraemon.
Hiroshi followed behind. Although he didn't know what had happened, combining it with Doraemon's previous reaction, it was most likely a showdown.
The ending for Nannang could only be a North Korean one. Even if this Nannang wasn't great, Doraemon had a good appetite and wasn't picky.
Harboring a mix of disgust and anticipation, he intended to find out what was going on.
"Likes, dislikes, likes..."
By the riverbank, Doraemon plucked the petals from the flower in his hand, muttering to himself, his expression extremely nervous.
However, the moment Nobita arrived, his mood immediately calmed down.
"Doraemon, what do you want from me?"
Her hands clasped together, nervously rubbing, her arms resting uneasily in front of her skirt.
Was she going to be beaten? Even as a girl, Doraemon wouldn't let her off.
"Ahem, Xiong Zi, what kind of person do you think I am?"
"You... you're very gentle and considerate, very manly..."
Nobita said, lowering his head in fear.
The words were like an air pump, entering P anghu's ears one sentence at a time.
The latter's head seemed to grow bigger and bigger, his face flushed with joy, and his eyes, one large and one small, stared at Nobita.
"Is what you said true?"
With unexpected ecstasy, Panghu stared intently at Nobi Nobita in front of him.
Today's wind was very noisy, blowing the big boy's wispy hair and the girl's skirt.
Receiving the exciting answer, Panghu pursed his lips and directly kissed him.
Through studying shojo magazines, he learned that heroines liked to be forcefully kissed by the male lead, so he imitated it.
"Wait, Panghu!"
Nobita fell to the ground in surprise, quickly retreating by moving his elbows and feet.
But the Panghu in front of him still pressed on, step by step.
"My feelings are very serious, don't worry, Xiong Zi, I will definitely treat you well."
His thick arms easily subdued the powerless Nobita, clamping his wrists and raising them above his head.
"Oh no, at a time like this, what gadget should I use at a time like this!"
Doraemon, not far away, stared blankly, wondering how to solve this unprecedented situation.
His CPU almost burned out.
"Damn, brother, you're really hungry."
Nobi Hiroshi, hiding behind the utility pole, poked his head out and covered his mouth in surprise, looking at the passionate scene.
Alas, it seems Nobita is destined to be attractive to both genders, saluting the legendary tank soldier.
Staring at the comedic scene, Hiroshi wanted to watch and yet didn't want to, and finally, just as the two of them were about to kiss.
Nobita's transformation headband was accidentally knocked off by Panghu's shoulder.
"Panghu, please let me go."
Nobita, still unaware he had turned back into a boy, was still pleading bitterly, but Panghu, above his head, had already changed his expression, looking as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a lump of excrement.
"Stinky Nobita, you tricked me again!!!"
Flames erupted from his body, Panghu's tears instantly streamed out, and he picked up Nobita and gave him a good beating, in homage to his deceased first love.
"Doraemon, save me!"
Nobita's cheeks instantly caved in, fist after fist landing, unable to fight back.
Hearing the call, Doraemon remained unmoving and speechless, silently leaving with the disappointed Hiroshi.
Only the unbearable wails of a boy could be heard on the riverside grass.
One person crying, true love is invincible.
Panghu used all his might, beating Nobita to the point where even his mother almost wouldn't recognize him.
Then he left in disgust, his fists stained with a mixture of Nobi Nobita's and his own tears.
Looking at the sparkling water, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, mourning his deceased love, as if everything was but a fleeting dream.
"No, is this it? All my efforts for so many days, and this is the result? I'm truly unwilling."
Panghu clenched his fists, returned to the unconscious Nobita, kissed him directly, and then disgustedly spat.
It was a farewell to that relationship; at least he had loved.