After Mrs. Gouda left the room, Nobita didn't waste any time. He stood up, stretched lazily, and turned to Gian with an innocent grin.
"Hey Gian, Suneo's mom just called me. She said she wanted to see me about something important. We'll be back soon, okay?"
Gian barely looked away from the game, grumbling, "Tch, whatever. Don't take too long, losers."
Suneo's face was drained of all colours, but he didn't dare protest. He followed Nobita out of the Gouda house like a condemned prisoner.
The walk to the Honekawa mansion was silent except for the sound of their footsteps. Suneo kept his head down, fists clenched. Nobita hummed cheerfully, his mind already racing with filthy plans and the fresh memory of Mrs. Gouda's high intercourse count.
As soon as they stepped inside Suneo's luxurious home and closed the door behind them, Mrs. Honekawa appeared in the hallway. The moment her eyes landed on Nobita, her entire demeanor changed.
Without a single word of greeting, the elegant, wealthy woman dropped to her hands and knees on the polished floor. She arched her back, pushed her ass up slightly, and began crawling toward him like an obedient bitch in heat. Her tongue even lolled out a little as she panted softly, eyes glazed with trained submission.
The numbers floated clearly above her head for Nobita alone:
Mrs. Honekawa → [Masturbation: 134 | Intercourse: 209]
Two hundred and nine. Nobita felt his cock throb hard at the sight. This once-proud rich housewife had been reduced to a broken sex slave through repeated sessions of corruption, and the count proved just how thoroughly she had been used.
"Good girl," Nobita said casually, reaching down to pat her head like a pet. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?"
Mrs. Honekawa nodded eagerly, rubbing her cheek against his leg. "Yes… Master Nobita… I've been a good bitch…"
Suneo stood frozen by the door, trembling. Nobita glanced at him with a cruel smile.
"Strip her and get her ready. We're starting with fisting today—both holes. Just like the old times."
Suneo's eyes filled with tears, but he knew better than to refuse. With shaking hands, he helped his mother out of her expensive dress until she was completely naked on all fours, her heavy breasts hanging down and her ass presented obscenely.
Nobita sat on the nearby couch, spreading his legs comfortably as he watched.
"Start with her pussy, Suneo. Fist your own mom while she barks for me."
Suneo knelt behind his mother, tears already streaming down his face. Mrs. Honekawa whimpered but pushed her hips back obediently, her voice breaking as she spoke:
"Woof… woof… Please… use your mommy's holes…"
Her son's fingers trembled as he pressed them against her slick entrance. She was already wet—years of forced conditioning had made her body respond even through the shame. Suneo pushed three fingers in first, then four, stretching her mature pussy open while she moaned and panted like a bitch.
Nobita's voice was calm and commanding. "Deeper. All the way. Split her open like you did before. And you—" he addressed Mrs. Honekawa, "—tell your son how much you love it when he fists you."
Mrs. Honekawa's voice cracked with humiliation and unwanted pleasure as her son's hand slowly disappeared inside her, knuckles stretching her walls.
"Ahh…! Son… Mommy loves it… when you fist her pussy… Woof! It feels so good… even though it hurts… Master Nobita trained us so well…"
Suneo was sobbing quietly now, his wrist buried deep inside his own mother's cunt, feeling her inner walls clench around his hand. Nobita watched with dark satisfaction, his cock straining against his pants.
"Don't forget her asshole too. Switch between them. Make her gape while she crawls and barks."
Suneo pulled his soaked hand free with a wet squelch and pressed it against her puckered rear hole. Mrs. Honekawa let out a broken whine but obediently pushed back, her body accepting the intrusion after so many previous violations.
Nobita leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to look up at him while her son fisted both her holes in turn.
"You're nothing but a cum-dump bitch now, Mrs. Honekawa. Two hundred and nine men have fucked you because of me… and we're only getting started. Keep barking while your son ruins your slutty holes."
"Woof… woof…! Thank you, Master…! Your bitch is so grateful…!"
Suneo's tears dripped onto his mother's back as his hand pumped in and out of her asshole, stretching it obscenely. The wet, filthy sounds filled the lavish living room.
Nobita smiled, already planning how he would fuck her next—maybe make Suneo join in again, or force the broken mother and son into even more degrading positions while he raised those counts even higher.
The Honekawa household had long since become his personal playground.
And the bitch was eager to please.