Suneo's voice cracked as he tried to force a smirk. "Y-You don't have proof! You can't prove I did anything!"
I stared at him for a long beat, letting my grin spread slowly, sharp and cruel. "Proof? That's what you're banking on?"
He flinched at my gaze. I leaned closer, shadow stretching over him. "Suneo… did you forget who I used to live with? Doraemon. You remember his gadgets, don't you?"
His eyes widened, panic creeping in.
"Like the Time TV," I said, letting the words drip with poison. "One button, and everyone could see what really happened in Gian's laundry room. Every little stroke of your dick. Every squirt of cum. Every filthy second of you humping his mom's panties like the little pervert you are."
Suneo's jaw went slack. His shoulders shook. "N-No… no, no, no! You wouldn't! You can't!"
"Oh, but I can," I said, letting my voice drop low, like a blade. "And once I show Gian… you won't even make it to tomorrow. He'll break your teeth one by one before his mom even has a chance to scold you."
Color drained from his face. His body trembled, knees buckling slightly. He slid onto the ground, palms pressed together, eyes wide. "P-Please, Nobita! Please don't! I'll do anything—anything you want! Just don't tell him! Don't show him!"
Hearing him beg sent a rush through me hotter than any jerk-off session. This was better than cumming—watching his pride break, his voice squeaking as he grovelled.
I straightened, letting a dark grin spread. "Anything, huh?"
He nodded violently, almost bouncing from the floor. "Yes! Yes, just don't ruin me! I'll pay, I'll serve you, I'll do whatever you say!"
I tilted my head, savoring it. "Good. Because now, Suneo… you're mine. Every coin in your wallet, every little scheme you've got—I own it. You don't breathe without me saying so. Understand?"
"Yes! I understand! I swear it!" he babbled, tears already forming.
I pushed him lightly with my foot, just enough to make him stumble toward the gate. "Then come on. Upstairs. I want to see how obedient you really are."
Suneo's face went pale. "M-My… room?"
I didn't answer. I just started walking toward the house, and he followed, trembling. The second we entered his room, he practically fell to his knees again. "I-I have games… toys… whatever you want! Just don't hurt me!"
I scanned the shelves—action figures, consoles, piles of shiny little gadgets, all neatly lined up. His attempt to bribe me made me laugh. "I don't need your toys, Suneo," I said, letting my grin stretch wider. "What I need is your money. And bring me one of your mom's used panties."
He froze, eyes practically popping out of his skull. "W-What?!"
I let my gaze drift over him, unblinking. "You know exactly what I mean. Go to her room. Grab one."
He stammered, flailing, muttering about the hallway and how he couldn't. I simply waited, leaning back, watching the panic eat him alive.
Finally, after an eternity, he dashed out. I heard soft footsteps, a door creak, and then nothing. I could almost imagine him sneaking into his mom's room, rifling through drawers. I smiled, savoring the filth in my head.
Minutes later, he returned, shaking, holding a crumpled pair of his mom's underwear like it was a grenade. "H-Here! Please… please, I-I don't want to…"
I snatched it from him, inspecting it briefly, then smirked. "Good. Now, wrap it around your dick. All of it. And jerk off. I want to see how pathetic you are."
He whined, trembling violently. "N-No! I-I can't…"
"You can," I said, letting my eyes bore into his, letting the replay of Mrs. Gouda writhing with Kaminari run through my head again, feeding the dark heat inside me. "Do it, or you're never getting out of this alive. I'll tell Gian everything."
He shivered, his fingers fumbling as he obeyed, hesitating, then finally wrapping the panties around his cock. I watched as his hands started moving, jerking him through the thin cloth. He moaned, shame and lust mixing, face red, tears streaking down his cheeks. Every stroke made me smirk harder.
"Faster," I commanded, watching him squirm, feeling every inch of humiliation radiate off him. "Don't stop until I say. Show me how much of a pervert you're."
He gasped, shivering harder, sweat forming on his forehead. His cock twitched, slick sliding over the soft cotton. He was pathetic. Broken. Perfect.
I let him keep going, watching, mentally replaying Mrs. Gouda's moans in my mind and letting the filth of Suneo's desperate obedience mix with the fantasy. By the time he finally collapsed, spent and trembling, I could only chuckle, satisfied.
"Good slave," I whispered, letting the words linger like a promise. "Remember, Suneo… this isn't over. Not by a long shot."
He whimpered, nodding weakly, completely ruined. And I walked out of the room, every step echoing like a victory drum, now I can use suneo a sa scapegoat when the time comes.