Her body was already melting under my touch, her breathing slow and relaxed, her head leaning back against the couch as if she could fall asleep right there. I had her in the palm of my hands, both literally and figuratively, and she didn't even realize what I was doing. My palms pressed against her breasts, kneading softly as if it was still part of the massage, and her lips kept parting with quiet sighs.
"You're doing so well, Mrs. Honekawa," I whispered close to her ear, my tone calm and steady. "Just relax, don't think too much. It's been a long time since you've been taken care of like this, hasn't it?"
She gave a faint, distracted laugh. "You… you're good with your words, Nobita… maybe too good."
"Not words," I said smoothly, squeezing just a little firmer. "It's the truth. You're beautiful, and you deserve more than anyone gives you credit for. Just let me help."
Her cheeks warmed again, her body still heavy in that haze, but something flickered faintly across her face, like a moment of doubt. She shifted slightly, but I was ready for it, leaning in closer, pressing my thumbs into her shoulders to keep her from pulling away. "Don't worry," I added, smiling. "It's all just to make you feel better. You trust me, don't you?"
That last line hit her. She hesitated only a second, then gave a soft hum. "I… suppose so…"
And that was enough.
I let my hands slide back down, cupping her breasts more boldly now, pressing them together as if to test her. She shifted in her seat but didn't stop me. That's when I pushed it further — my fingers pinched lightly at her nipples through her clothes, twisting them slowly, watching for her reaction.
At first she gasped sharply, her eyes flying open. She froze, her face flushing red in an instant. Then she realized exactly what I had just done.
"Nobita!" she snapped, jerking upright and shoving my hands away. Her expression hardened, her eyes wide with shock as she stood, turning to face me. "That's wrong! That is not how you treat someone! What on earth were you thinking?"
She pinched my ear sharply, yanking it hard until I flinched. "Ow—ow—ow!" I hissed, gritting my teeth, but she didn't let up. She stood there towering over me, her finger wagging as she began to scold, her voice stern.
"I let you do this because you offered to help. I trusted you, Nobita! And this is what you do? Don't ever—ever—cross that line again! Do you understand?" she snapped, still tugging on my ear before finally letting go.
I rubbed it quickly, pretending to look sheepish. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Honekawa… I just… got carried away. I didn't mean to—"
"Don't give me excuses!" she shot back, her cheeks still burning red, but now more from anger than anything else. "This is your one and only warning, Nobita. Try something like that again and you won't be stepping foot in this house anymore."
From the corner of my eye I caught Suneo, who had been frozen stiff the whole time. Now, seeing his mom scolding me and twisting my ear like a kid, his lips curled into a grin before he burst into laughter.
"Pfft—ha! Haha! Finally! Serves you right, Nobita!" he laughed, pointing at me with tears forming in his eyes from how hard he was laughing. "You thought you were so smooth, but look at you now—getting scolded like a brat!"
His laughter filled the room, his whole body shaking as he doubled over, while I sat there rubbing my ear, my eyes narrowing on him.
He thought he'd won something. But he had no idea.
Mrs. Honekawa let out a long sigh, shaking her head at the two of us. "Enough. Both of you, it's late. Go to Suneo's room and sleep. I don't want to hear another sound from you."
"Yes, Mom…" Suneo muttered, his face red as he darted up the stairs. I followed after him, rubbing my ear for effect and wearing a pout. She gave one last glance at my back, then turned away, convincing herself again: It was just a mistake. Nobita's still a sweet boy. He wouldn't mean anything bad.
But upstairs, things were very different.
Suneo sat hunched on the edge of his bed, still snickering quietly to himself at how his mom had scolded me. He thought maybe, just maybe, he had a little upper hand again.
I closed the door, locking it with a click. "You laughed pretty well down there," I said, my voice calm but edged with something darker.
Suneo's smirk faltered. He looked up at me, uneasy. "I… I wasn't—"
"You were," I cut him off, stepping closer. "You laughed at me in front of her. Thought that was smart?"
"I… it wasn't like that…" he stammered, shifting back nervously.
I crouched so my face was level with his, my smile sharp. "You know what happens when you laugh at me, right? You make it up to me."
His chest tightened. "N-Nobita… what do you mean?"
I leaned in, my lips near his ear. "Same as before. You're going to your mom's room. You're going to steal her used panties again."
Suneo's stomach dropped. His eyes widened. "Wh-what? Again?! Nobita, please, I can't—"
"You can. And you will," I interrupted coldly. "Because you did it once already. Remember? And this time, you're not stopping there."
He froze, dreading the next words.
I sat back on his bed, pulling out my phone and unlocking the camera. "You're going to jerk off on them again, right here, right now. But this time… I'm filming it."
The color drained from his face. "Wh-what?! No! Nobita, you can't—"
"Oh, but I can." My thumb tapped the record button and the screen blinked red. "Either you obey, or this night becomes a whole lot worse for you. Trust me, I'll make sure of it."
Suneo's heart pounded, his thoughts crashing together like waves. The shame of the last time still haunted him—and now this. His mom, acting so innocent downstairs, thinking nothing was wrong… while he was being forced to do something unthinkable again.
I tilted my head, watching him squirm, my smirk growing. "Go on. Don't waste my time. Steal them. Bring them here. You know the drill."
Suneo swallowed hard, sweat running down his temple. His body moved almost against his will as he stood, every step heavy toward the door. My voice followed him, calm and cruel: "Be quick, my little slave. The camera's waiting."