Suneo's legs shook as he tiptoed down the dark hallway. The house was dead quiet, but to him every step sounded like it might wake the dead. His throat was dry, his hands clammy. He hated every second of this, but he hated the thought of what Nobita would do to him if he came back empty-handed even more.
He eased his mother's door open just enough to peek inside. The air inside carried a sour perfume—sweetness mixed with sweat. His eyes landed on the chair beside the dresser. Her clothes were tossed there in a pile. Right at the top, the small, wrinkled panties she'd taken off earlier.
They weren't clean. The cotton was creased and used, the crotch stiff with dried-up pussy juice, the smell leaking into the room like a dirty secret.
Suneo froze, his stomach twisting. Just looking at them made his throat tighten with shame. His mom's panties. Stinking, smudged with her private filth. His face burned with humiliation, but Nobita's command rang in his head. He had no choice.
His trembling hand plucked them from the pile. The smell hit him instantly, sharp, musky, sour—like sweat and something darker that clung heavy to the fabric. He gagged, almost dropped them, but forced himself to hold on. With quick steps, he backed out of the room and shut the door softly, his heart slamming in his chest.
When he got back to his room, Nobita was waiting. The red light on his phone camera blinked. His grin was wicked, teeth bared like a wolf.
"Well, well," Nobita said slowly. "Look at you. My little thief."
Suneo dropped the panties onto the floor like they were on fire. His face was pale, his lips trembling. Nobita tilted the phone to capture his panic.
"Don't look at me like that," Nobita sneered. "You know what's next. You've done it before. But this time…" He tapped the phone. "This time I'll have proof forever."
Suneo shook his head weakly, tears stinging his eyes. "N-Nobita, please… these are… they're—"
"They're what?" Nobita cut him off, stepping closer. He bent, picked up the panties, and dangled them with two fingers. "They're disgusting, huh? Smelly, sour, crusted with her dried-up pussy juice. I can smell them from here." He shoved them against Suneo's chest. "And you're going to jerk yourself raw with them, while you scream her name for me."
Suneo's heart sank. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me," Nobita said, eyes flashing. "I want the camera to hear it. Over and over. Your mom's name on your filthy lips while you fuck yourself with her stink."
Suneo's legs gave out, and he slid to the floor, the panties limp in his shaking hands. The smell rose again, thick and sour, filling his nose until he gagged. Tears slipped down his cheeks. Nobita chuckled, zooming in with the phone.
"Yeah, breathe it in. That's your mother. That's what you're hard for. Now get going. Stroke that little dick for me. Call her name like you mean it."
Suneo pulled his pants down with trembling fingers, cock already twitching against his stomach from the heat of shame. He wrapped the dirty fabric around himself, and the rough, sour-stiff cloth rubbed against his skin. His face crumpled.
"Say it," Nobita hissed.
Suneo's voice cracked, a broken whisper. "…M-Mom…"
"Louder."
"…Mom…"
"Louder, Suneo! I want her to hear it in her dreams!"
"Mom! Mom! M-Mom!" Suneo cried, jerking faster, his body trembling with humiliation. Each stroke smeared the dried filth against him, the smell choking his lungs. He sobbed, but his hips moved anyway, his body betraying him.
Nobita laughed cruelly, the camera steady. "That's it. Call for her. Tell the world you're a filthy pig jerking off to your mother's stinking panties."
"Mom! Mom!" Suneo moaned desperately, tears streaming down his face, spit dribbling from his mouth. His strokes grew frantic, shame mixing with something deeper he couldn't fight. His body convulsed, and with a strangled scream of "MOM!" he exploded, thick cum soaking into the crotch of her panties.
The camera caught it all—his collapse, his sobbing, the filthy fabric sticky in his hands.
Nobita lowered the phone, his grin twisted. "Perfect. You even came calling her name like a baby crying for his mommy. Now stuff them in your mouth."
Suneo whimpered, but obeyed, shoving the wet, stinking cloth into his mouth, his cheeks bulging. The taste was bitter, salty, sour—his mother's filthy panties mixed with his own cum. His eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down his face.
Nobita laughed low, victorious, slipping the phone into his pocket. "There it is. Proof you're nothing but trash. Proof you're my slave. You'll never escape me, Suneo. Not now. Not ever."
And Suneo sat there gagging on the panties, humiliated beyond repair, knowing Nobita was right.