Nobita finally pulled his foot away from Mrs. Honekawa's crushed clit, watching her twitch and whimper on the floor like a used rag. Cum still leaked from her nose and mouth, her pussy gaping wide from Suneo's relentless fisting. The thread knot on her swollen clit remained painfully tight.
"Enough for today," Nobita said coldly, pulling his trousers back up. "Clean her up, Suneo. And make sure your bitch-mom stays ready for next time. Her cries still need to go higher."
Suneo nodded weakly, tears in his eyes as he gently removed the thread from his mother's clit. Mrs. Honekawa could only pant brokenly on the floor, too exhausted to speak.
Nobita didn't bother saying goodbye. He left the Honekawa mansion and started walking back toward his own house, the evening sun casting long shadows on the street. His mind was buzzing — satisfied from breaking the mother-son pair again, but already hungry for more.
As he turned a corner, he spotted a familiar blue figure waddling along the road.
*Doraemon.*
A wicked idea suddenly sparked in Nobita's mind. He immediately forced his face into a pitiful expression, eyes watering on command. Then he broke into a run.
"Doraemon!!! Help meeee!!" Nobita wailed loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he crashed into the robotic cat and hugged his legs.
Doraemon blinked in surprise. "Nobita? What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Suneo and Gian are bullying me again!" Nobita sobbed dramatically, sniffling. "They keep hitting me and calling me names… I can't take it anymore! I need something to hide from them… Please, Doraemon!"
Doraemon sighed, patting Nobita's head with his round paw. "Not again… Alright, alright. Here, take this." He reached into his four-dimensional pocket and pulled out a small pink jar.
"This is **Face Cream**. Just apply a little on your face and imagine any appearance you want. You can change how you look completely! But use it wisely, okay?"
Nobita took the jar and stared at it, pretending to still be upset. "But… even if I change my face, they'll still come after me eventually! They always find a way to torment me… This isn't enough, Doraemon!"
Doraemon scratched his head, looking reluctant. After a moment, he sighed again and pulled out a thin, wooden stick with strange glowing runes on it.
"Fine… Here's the **Forgotten Stick**. If you hit someone with it, they'll completely forget the last few hours. But listen carefully, Nobita — it only has **three uses** left. After that, it'll disappear. Don't waste it!"
Nobita's tears stopped instantly the moment he grabbed the stick. Inside, dark excitement bloomed. With the Face Cream, he could disguise himself however he wanted… and with the Forgotten Stick, he could erase memories. Perfect tools for his growing collection of victims.
A perverted grin almost slipped out before he hid it behind another fake sob.
"Thank you so much, Doraemon! You're the best!"
Doraemon smiled proudly. "Just don't cause too much trouble, okay?"
As Doraemon waddled away, Nobita stood up straight, wiping his fake tears. He looked at the two new gadgets in his hands, his mind already spinning with filthy possibilities.
He could sneak into houses disguised as someone else.
He could fuck anyone he wanted and make them forget.
Shizuka… Mrs. Gouda… even more.
The numbers above people's heads would keep rising, and no one would ever know it was him.
Nobita laughed softly to himself as he walked home, clutching the Face Cream and the Forgotten Stick tightly.
The real game had just gotten much more interesting.