A dull sound came from the entrance along with slow dragging footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as Nobita said weakly, "I'm home."
Tamako, who was watching TV in the living room, turned her head toward the entrance and quickly stood up when she saw her son's bruised and swollen face as she asked worriedly.
"Nobita, you're back, why is your face bruised and swollen, didn't you say you went to play baseball?"
Holding a baseball bat, Nobita forced a small smile despite his injuries and replied, "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell."
Although his heart slowly warmed from his mother's concern.
His cold gaze remained fixed on Nobi Hiroshi sitting by the round table, and the fingers gripping the bat tightened slightly.
Noticing the unfriendly look, Hiroshi lifted his eyes from the screen and glanced at Nobita as he thought calmly, Why is Nobita looking at me like that?
Isn't it just helping you end a relationship you were never meant to have, do you really have to hate me this much?
Everyone has the right to choose, and it's normal if you lose. Who said that person had to belong to you?
With that murderous sideways glare and cold eyes, who exactly are you trying to scare?
While Tamako carefully applied medicine to Nobita's injuries, Hiroshi quietly slipped upstairs to the second floor and found Doraemon.
For safety reasons, Nobita still needed to be handled properly. Directly eliminating him would obviously be inappropriate and too cruel.
He just needed to help Nobita find another marriage partner in the future. For example, Jaiko was quite suitable, but that was something to consider later.
Looking at Doraemon, Hiroshi asked directly, "Doraemon, do you have any tools that can erase painful memories?"
Doraemon blinked in surprise and replied, "Ah, Hiroshi, what do you need that for?"
Hiroshi answered calmly, "It's nothing serious, I just encountered some unpleasant things and want your help."
Doraemon nodded and said, "Alright, I happen to have something useful."
He immediately took out a strange stick from his pocket and explained.
"This is the Oblivion Stick, it only needs one tap to make a person forget unnecessary memories."
Hiroshi happily accepted it and said, "Wow, thank you, Doraemon."
This gadget was perfect for dealing with Nobita's current situation.
Doraemon waved his hand casually and replied, "It's nothing, just a small matter."
After living together for so long, he trusted Hiroshi quite a lot and did not suspect anything unusual.
It couldn't possibly be worse than Nobita using gadgets for pranks after all.
Although even Doraemon himself was not completely confident about that thought.
Soon Tamako's voice echoed from the room as she scolded gently.
"Nobita, be more careful when you play outside from now on, you always come home bruised and swollen and your mother really doesn't know what to say about you."
After feeling sorry for her son earlier, Tamako had already switched into lecture mode.
Hiroshi quietly stood near the staircase holding the Oblivion Stick behind his back while watching Nobita lower his head and listen obediently.
Before long, Nobita finally finished listening and prepared to go upstairs with a discouraged expression.
Just as he stepped onto the staircase, the stick suddenly tapped the top of his head.
To ensure the effect worked properly, Hiroshi used slightly more force than necessary and knocked him directly onto the floor.
Hiroshi silently thought, Nobita, forget what happened today, your father will find you an even better wife in the future.
He quickly withdrew the Oblivion Stick and observed the result.
Nobita rubbed his head in confusion and asked, "Ouch, why am I here?"
A trace of confusion flashed across his face before his expression gradually calmed.
The effect of the Oblivion Stick had clearly taken hold and his memories began fading.
He tried to recall something, but those memories felt like smoke scattered by the wind and could not be grasped.
With a trembling voice, Nobita said softly, "I feel like I forgot something very important."
What had he been doing just now?
Pretending to walk downstairs from the second floor, Hiroshi helped him up kindly and asked with concern.
"Hey Nobita, what are you doing sitting on the ground, aren't you going back to your room to read comics?"
Nobita suddenly brightened and replied happily, "Reading comics, that's right, I was reading comics in my room just now."
He quickly walked upstairs toward his room as if nothing unusual had happened today.
Watching his back disappear upstairs, Hiroshi nodded with satisfaction and said quietly, "Alright, successfully resolved."
Looking at Nobita's retreating figure, Hiroshi felt emotional as he thought silently, Nobita, listen to your father's advice, Jaiko is your ultimate destination.
He tightened his grip on the Oblivion Stick and secretly made up his mind to find Nobita an even better future wife.
...
...
Night had fallen. Nobi Hiroshi, having finished another intense session training his superpowers, felt restless.
He lounged on his bed, flipping through old comics until the dead of night. As the last lights in the quiet town flickered out, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
It was time to visit Shizuka's mother's house again — to help the lonely Michiko relieve her long-suppressed worries.
As usual, Hiroshi used his instant movement ability in quick succession, teleporting silently through the darkened streets until he stood inside the Minamoto household.
The house was quiet. Minamoto Yoshio and his wife were already fast asleep in their separate rooms.
The useless uncle was snoring loudly under his own blanket, completely oblivious.
Hiroshi glanced at the sleeping man with a mocking smirk, then slipped into Michiko's fragrant, soft bed without making a sound.
Once inside her dream world, the scenery shifted to the same familiar bedroom, but everything felt softer, warmer, and more intimate.
Michiko's snow-white, plump figure was clad only in a thin white apron that barely contained her voluptuous curves.
The fabric hugged her heavy breasts and wide hips, accentuating every delicious inch of her mature body.
Hiroshi approached the crouching woman and gently stroked her smooth, fair cheek with the back of his fingers.
Michiko blinked, her face flushing with confusion and embarrassment.
"I… why am I having this kind of dream again?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Could it be that I'm truly… unfulfilled?"
Still shaken, she looked up at the cute shota-like boy standing before her.
Her jade-like neck stretched slightly as she tried to maintain some dignity, yet her body language betrayed her — a mix of resistance and unspoken invitation.
Hiroshi's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her from his angle.
"Hiss… Aunt… I didn't expect you to be so eager. I was just showing you, and you're already like this… Truly a hidden slut, aren't you?"
Michiko's cheeks burned crimson, but she didn't deny it.
In the safety of the dream, her suppressed desires finally surfaced. Without any rebuttal, she unleashed the side of herself she had never shown her husband.
She leaned forward, her movements initially stiff and inexperienced, and began pleasuring him with her mouth.
Her soft lips wrapped around his cock, sucking gently at first, then with growing enthusiasm.
Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting him, while her hands rested timidly on his thighs.
"Mmm… Mmm…" she moaned softly around his length, the vibrations sending pleasant shivers through Hiroshi.
Her lack of experience showed — she occasionally grazed him with her teeth or took him too shallowly — causing Hiroshi to frown and grimace slightly.
Noticing his reaction, Michiko tried harder, taking him deeper into her throat to measure her lung capacity and avoid mistakes.
She bobbed her head with determination, her heavy breasts swaying beneath the thin apron as she worked.
Hiroshi groaned in approval, threading his fingers through her hair.
"That's it… Good girl. You're learning fast for someone who's never done this properly."
After several minutes of her eager but clumsy oral service, Hiroshi pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening shaft.
"What are you going to do with these things?" Michiko asked breathlessly.
Her eyes widened as small whips, chains, and a black sleep blindfold suddenly appeared in Hiroshi's hands.
He smiled gently, though his eyes gleamed with playful dominance, "It's nothing, Aunt. Just some small tools to make the dream more interesting. Don't worry. Leave everything to me."
Before she could protest, Hiroshi slipped the black blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
He then used soft but firm chains to lock her wrists and ankles, spreading her limbs slightly so she could not move freely while still on her knees.
The position left her voluptuous body completely exposed and vulnerable with her heavy breasts hanging down and her dripping pussy on full display.
He picked up the small whip and lightly flicked it across her full, round ass. The leather made a sharp sound as it kissed her skin.
"Ahh!" Michiko cried out. Her body jerked hard against the chains.
Tears welled up under the blindfold, but the moan that followed was laced with unexpected pleasure rather than pure pain.
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. At first she resisted, whimpering and trying to twist away.
"Don't… do that…"
But as Hiroshi continued, alternating gentle lashes with soothing strokes of his hand over the reddening marks, her resistance melted.
The pain gradually transformed into a strange, addictive delight. Her breathing grew heavier and her thighs pressed together as fresh wetness dripped down her legs.
"Auntie, how does it feel?" Hiroshi asked teasingly. He squatted down beside her and ran the whip handle along her inner thigh.
"Still… still want more…" she mumbled shyly. Her voice was barely audible with her dignity long abandoned in the heat of the dream.
"Hmm, but I have a request…" Hiroshi whispered. He leaned close to her ear so his hot breath brushed her skin. He murmured something filthy and commanding.
A tiny, mosquito-like plea escaped her lips.
"Mas… Master…"
The word sent a thrill through Hiroshi. He grinned and stood up with his thick cock throbbing with anticipation.
Hiroshi raised the small whip again and brought it down in a steady rhythm across Michiko's plump ass cheeks. Each strike landed with a crisp smack that echoed through the kitchen.
"Ahhn~! Master, it stings~!" she moaned loudly.
Her body jolted forward only to be held in place by the chains. Red marks bloomed beautifully across her soft skin.
He paused to rub his palm over the heated flesh, squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks to expose her dripping pussy even more.
He switched targets and flicked the whip lightly across the underside of her heavy breasts. The leather kissed the sensitive skin of her tits, making them jiggle.
"Mmmph~! Ahh~! My boobs~!" Michiko cried out. A sharp mix of pain and pleasure shot through her body. Her nipples hardened instantly into tight peaks.
Hiroshi grinned and delivered several more controlled lashes, watching her massive breasts bounce and sway with every impact.
"Master, please~! It hurts but feels so good~!" she moaned. Her voice trembled with need.
Not satisfied yet, Hiroshi set the whip aside and used his bare hand to deliver firm smacks to her ass. The loud slaps rang out one after another.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each powerful spank made her round ass ripple and turn a deeper shade of red.
"Ahhn~! Master, spank me harder~!" Michiko begged.
Her moans grew louder and more desperate. Tears of overwhelming sensation soaked the blindfold while her pussy clenched and dripped even more juices down her thighs.
Hiroshi leaned in and whispered filthy praise into her ear while his fingers traced the whip marks.
"Good auntie. Your body is so honest." He then picked up the whip handle and pressed the thick end against her soaked pussy lips.
He rubbed it up and down along her slit, coating it in her slick arousal before pushing it slowly inside her.
Michiko gasped sharply, "Ohh~! Master, it is inside my pussy~! Ahhn~!"
Her inner walls squeezed around the invading object as he began to pump it in and out with steady strokes.
While fucking her with the whip handle, Hiroshi used his free hand to pinch and twist her swollen nipples. He tugged on them firmly, sending sparks of pain straight to her core.
"Mmmph~! My tits~! Master, they are so sensitive~!" she moaned loudly.
Her hips tried to buck against the chains but could only twitch helplessly. The combination of the blindfold, the restraints, the whipping, and the deep penetration drove her wild.
Hiroshi pulled the handle out of her pussy with a wet pop and resumed the whipping.
He targeted her ass, her thighs, and even light flicks across her breasts and stomach. Every strike drew fresh moans and cries from her.
"Ahh~! Master~! It burns~! Please don't stop~!" Her voice cracked with pleasure.
The pain had fully melted into overwhelming ecstasy. Her shaved pussy throbbed visibly and leaked a steady stream of juices onto the kitchen floor.
He added new sensations by using the chains to pull her body into even more exposed positions.
He lifted her chained wrists higher so her heavy breasts thrust forward. Then he smacked them directly with his open palm, watching them bounce and redden.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"My boobs~! Ahhn~! Master, spank my tits harder~!" Michiko screamed in delight. Her moans filled the room without shame.
Hiroshi continued the erotic torture for long minutes, alternating between the whip, his hands, and the handle teasing her holes.
He occasionally rubbed her clit with his fingers while delivering sharp smacks to her ass. The blend of stinging pain and soothing pleasure pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"Master~! I am going to cum~! Please let me cum~!" she begged breathlessly. Her entire body trembled in the chains.
Hiroshi looked down at her with a smirk. "Cum, my slave."
Michiko cried out sharply as the next heavy smack of Hiroshi's hand landed hard on her reddened ass.
The sharp sting blended with the burning lines from the whip, pushing her right over the edge. Tears streamed down her flushed face as she wailed loudly in overwhelming pleasure and pain.
"Aaaahhh~! Master~! I'm cumming~!!" she screamed, her voice breaking into loud, sobbing cries.
Her pussy clenched violently, squirting thick jets of cum all over her trembling thighs and the floor while her tits bounced wildly with every powerful spasm.
She came extremely hard from the spanking and whipping, her body thrashing against the chains as intense, wet squelching sounds filled the room with each gush of her juices.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her ass glowing bright red from the relentless spanking and the fresh whip marks throbbing deliciously.
Michiko's moans turned into broken, tearful screams of ecstasy — "Haaah~! Cumming~! I'm still cumming~!!" — her dripping pussy pulsing visibly as another huge flood of her cum splashed noisily onto the floor beneath her.
She hung limply in the chains afterward, gasping, sobbing, and twitching uncontrollably, completely spent yet still aching for more of her Master's rough touch.
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