Nobita's innocent smile lingered as the game continued, his mind already spinning with plans for Suneo's broken expression and the upcoming "visit" to his house. The controller felt light in his hands while the on-screen character dodged and weaved under his half-hearted inputs.
Suddenly, Gian's face twisted in confusion. He paused the game, staring at Nobita and then at Suneo, who was sitting stiffly like a guilty statue.
"Oi… what the hell was that?" Gian muttered, dumbfounded. "You two are acting weirder than usual. Suneo, you look like you saw a ghost, and you, Nobita—you're smiling like an idiot even after I punched you!"
Before either could respond, Gian's hand shot out. WHACK! A heavy smack landed squarely on the top of Suneo's head, making the blond boy yelp. WHACK! The second one came down hard on Nobita's skull, sending a familiar jolt of pain through him.
"Both of you! Stop being so suspicious!" Gian growled, looking between them with narrowed eyes.
At that exact moment, the door to the living room slid open. Mrs. Gouda—Gian and Jaiko's mother—stepped in, carrying a tray of snacks. She took one look at the scene: Gian standing over the two boys with his fist still raised, both Nobita and Suneo rubbing their heads and wincing.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed in maternal fury. "Gian! What do you think you're doing?!"
She marched over and WHACK!—delivered a much harder smack to the back of Gian's head, making the big bully stagger forward with a loud "Ow!"
"Bullying your friends again? How many times have I told you to behave properly when guests are over?!" Mrs. Gouda scolded, her voice sharp but carrying that familiar warm undertone of a strict yet caring mother.
Gian rubbed his head, looking sheepish. "B-But Mom, they were acting strange—"
"No excuses!" She turned her attention to Nobita and Suneo, her expression softening. "You two poor boys… Did you eat anything? You must be hungry after all that gaming."
Nobita quickly shook his head, putting on his best polite, slightly pathetic voice. "N-No, Mrs. Gouda… we haven't eaten yet."
Suneo, still pale and tense, managed a small nod. "Same here… thank you."
Mrs. Gouda smiled warmly and set the tray down on the table—rice crackers, some fruit, and glasses of cold barley tea. "Then help yourselves. Eat up!"
As the boys reached for the snacks, Mrs. Gouda's gaze shifted to Jaiko, who was still sitting rigidly on the couch, arms crossed tightly over her chest in an attempt to hide the dried cum stains on her shirt and the faint white streaks on her face and neck. The handprints on her neck were starting to fade, but the mess from Nobita was still very much visible if anyone looked closely.
Mrs. Gouda frowned slightly, not noticing the dried semen at all—her maternal radar picking up only on her daughter's stiff posture and slightly disheveled appearance. "Jaiko, you look like you've been rolling around somewhere. Go take a shower and freshen up, dear. You'll feel better."
Jaiko's face flushed deep red. She mumbled a quiet "Y-Yes, Mom…" and stood up carefully, trying not to let her legs shake or let any residue drip. As she walked past, Nobita's eyes locked onto the floating numbers above her mother's head:
Mrs. Gouda → [Masturbation: 78 | Intercourse: 104]
A thrill shot through Nobita. One hundred and four intercourse counts. That was a serious number—far higher than her children's pathetic tallies. It made his cock twitch again, wondering what kind of life the seemingly proper housewife had lived before (or maybe still secretly did). The thought of adding to that count himself, or forcing Gian and Jaiko into something with her, sent a dark wave of excitement through him.
Jaiko disappeared upstairs toward the bathroom. Mrs. Gouda turned back to the boys with a kind smile. "You three behave now. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything else."
She left the room, hips swaying slightly in her simple house dress.
The moment the door closed, Gian grumbled and unpaused the game. "Tch… moms are annoying."
Suneo let out a shaky breath, still avoiding Nobita's gaze. Nobita, however, was grinning on the inside. The numbers didn't lie—Mrs. Gouda was experienced, and that only made the corruption potential even sweeter.
He leaned over slightly toward Suneo, voice barely a whisper so Gian wouldn't hear:
"After this… your place. Your mom is waiting for round 7, right?"
Suneo's hands trembled as he clutched the controller. Gian remained oblivious, yelling at the screen again.
Nobita's eyes flicked upstairs, then back to the numbers hovering over the empty spot where Mrs. Gouda had stood.
The real fun was only heating up.