The room was dark now, the phone tucked away in Nobita's pocket, but its glow still seemed to linger like a curse. Suneo sat hunched on the floor, his back against the wall, eyes wet and swollen, cheeks bulging around the disgusting wad of his mom's panties thst had crammed into his mouth. The sour musk burned his throat, the dried-up stains scratching against his tongue, the bitter-salty taste of his own release clinging to every breath.
He gagged, his chest convulsing, but Nobita's voice still echoed in his head: Don't you dare take them out.
On the bed above him, Nobita stretched out lazily, sighing as if he were royalty settling into a throne. The mattress creaked as he rolled to his side, pulling the blanket over himself. He didn't even look at Suneo anymore. To him, the boy curled on the floor was no more than a pet, chained by shame and obedience.
"Sleep tight down there," Nobita muttered in the darkness, voice dripping with mockery. "Keep sucking on your mommy's panties like a pacifier. That's what you deserve."
Suneo's muffled sob was swallowed by the fabric in his mouth. He wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a wet gagging sound, the cloth soaking with his spit.
Nobita smirked in the dark, closing his eyes. "Don't think I'll let you spit it out, either. You're keeping them in all night. That stink is yours now."
And with that, he drifted into an easy, peaceful sleep—his breathing soft, even, content—while on the floor Suneo's torment stretched on.
Every second was a battle. The panties' foul taste grew stronger as his saliva soaked them through, turning the stiff fabric into a slimy pulp that clung to his tongue and gums. The sour tang of dried pussy juice, mixed with the bitter salt of his own cum, coated his throat until he thought he might choke. His stomach turned, every breath a struggle.
He tried to curl into himself, hugging his knees, rocking gently to keep calm, but the shame was crushing. His mind screamed that if he made a sound, if he dared to spit them out, Nobita would wake and punish him worse. So he endured.
Hours dragged like days. The air was hot, thick with the stink of sweat and filth. Every breath through the panties dragged the stench deeper into his lungs, until it felt like his mother's scent was etched into his very body. His jaw ached from being forced open, his throat burned with the constant gagging.
But Nobita… Nobita slept like a king.
The rise and fall of his chest was steady, his face calm, even a small smile tugging at his lips in dreams. He looked peaceful, cruelly peaceful, as if the suffering on the floor beneath him was a lullaby.
Suneo stared at him through swollen, tear-blurred eyes. His heart thudded miserably. His master. His tormentor. His jailer. Nobita had reduced him to nothing more than a whimpering dog, gagged with his own mother's filth.
The night crawled forward. His stomach cramped from hunger, his throat ached for water, his lungs burned from breathing through the rancid cloth. He gagged again, violently this time, but the panties clung tighter, soaked with spit and slime, refusing to budge.
All he could do was whimper into them, muffled and broken.
And Nobita, on the bed above, slept on without a care—safe in the knowledge that he owned Suneo completely.
The house was quiet except for the faint sound of retching echoing from the upstairs bathroom. Poor Suneo was hunched over the toilet, body convulsing as he spat out bile, the stench of panties still clawing at his throat.
Down in the living room, the scene was very different.
Mrs. Honekawa sat by the window with her coffee and newspaper, the picture of composure. She didn't even look up when Nobita padded in softly, hands tucked behind his back.
He bowed his head slightly, voice calm, almost gentle. "I'm sorry about last night, Mrs. Honekawa. I went too far. I… didn't mean to upset you."
She snorted, shaking her head. "Sorry? Nobita, sorry isn't enough. What you did was unacceptable. You're a guest in this house, and—"
Her voice cut off when he slipped his phone out and tapped the screen. The light glowed between them, and muffled noises poured into the room.
At first, she kept her eyes on the newspaper, dismissive. "I told you—excuses won't work on me. You can't convince me otherwise."
Then Nobita turned up the volume.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the air. The broken, shuddering voice of her son, crying out desperately: "M-Mom… ahh, Mom…!"
The newspaper slipped from her fingers. She stared at the phone now, eyes wide, the color draining from her face. The coffee cup trembled in her hand.
"You recognize that voice, don't you?" Nobita murmured, stepping closer. "Your sweet little boy. On his knees, filthy, moaning your name while he… loses himself."
She froze, lips parting in shock. Her eyes darted to the hallway, toward the bathroom, where Suneo's gagging echoed faintly.
Nobita tilted his head, his grin wolfish. "I recorded everything. Every shameful second. Imagine if this gets out—your friends, your neighbors, your husband. What will they think of your precious family then?"
Her chest rose and fell faster, panic stirring in her eyes. "Nobita… stop this. Delete it right now."
Instead, he stepped right up to her, close enough that she could smell the boyish scent of his skin. His arm shot out, bold and unhesitating. His hand closed firmly over her breast.
She gasped, body jolting in shock.
Nobita leaned in, eyes glittering darkly. His voice was smooth but venomous. "No, Mrs. Honekawa. You're not going to tell me what to do. If you don't want me to spread this video, you're going to do what I say. From now on, you'll obey me."
His thumb pressed against the curve of her breast, testing the softness through her blouse, while the phone in his other hand kept playing her son's filthy cries.
She tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened, and that smile never wavered.
"You feel that?" Nobita whispered, low and threatening. "That's me owning you. You can resist if you want the whole world to see what kind of perverted mess your son is."
Her breath caught in her throat, trapped between fury and terror, his touch searing humiliation into her chest.
And upstairs, Suneo vomited again, completely unaware that his mother was already ensnared in Nobita's fangs.