The room stayed heavy, thick with that suffocating silence after Suneo had walked in. His breathing came ragged, throat dry, eyes locked on the nightmare laid bare before him—his mother naked, trembling on the floor, Nobita's foot pressing her head down like she was nothing but dirt. His stomach lurched again, the bile already raw in his throat, but this time he couldn't look away. He was trapped in it, nailed to the floor by fear and shame.
Nobita's chuckle slithered through the air, cold and poisonous. "What's wrong, Suneo? Didn't expect to see mommy like this?" He pushed his foot down harder, grinding against her scalp, forcing her face harder into the floor. "Pathetic. Look at her. The proud Honekawa matriarch, reduced to a whimpering bitch on her knees. All because of you."
Suneo shook his head frantically. "N-no, I—"
"Shut up," Nobita snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut steel. "Don't think you get to talk. You get to obey. You get to watch. You get to suffer with her."
Suneo flinched, trembling where he stood, every nerve raw with terror.
Nobita stepped off the woman's head, crouching low to her face, lifting her chin with two fingers. "Open your mouth," he commanded softly. She obeyed, lips parting, tears streaking her face. Nobita shoved two fingers in, pushing deep, forcing her to gag around them. He grinned, pulling them free, wet with her spit.
Then his eyes flicked to Suneo. "Bring me something from the kitchen. A carrot. Now."
Suneo froze, confusion mixing with dread. "W-what?"
Nobita stood, his shadow swallowing the boy whole. "You heard me. A carrot. Go fetch it. Or I'll use something worse. On her. Is that what you want?"
The threat made his knees shake. Without another word, Suneo stumbled toward the kitchen, heart hammering, vision blurred with fear. His mother didn't move, didn't dare, body shaking in silent sobs as she pressed herself lower against the floor, as if trying to disappear.
Moments later, Suneo returned, a carrot clutched in his trembling hand. He couldn't meet Nobita's eyes. Couldn't look at his mother. Couldn't even breathe properly.
Nobita took the carrot, weighed it in his hand, then tossed it back to Suneo. "No," he said coldly. "You do it."
Suneo's face drained of blood. "Wh-what…?"
"You heard me. Put it in her ass." Nobita leaned closer, his voice cruel, venom dripping from every syllable. "Do it. Right now. Don't make me repeat myself again."
Suneo's grip shook violently, the carrot slick in his sweating palms. "N-no, I can't—"
Nobita's hand shot out, slapping him across the face with a crack that echoed in the room. "You don't get to 'can't.' You do what I tell you. You think she hasn't done it before? Hah. Look." He shoved Suneo toward his mother's body, forcing him down. "See how easy it goes in. Already stretched, already trained by the toys she hides from you. Isn't that right?"
The woman gasped, eyes wide, shame burning so deep it hollowed her chest, but she couldn't deny him. Couldn't say a word. Her silence was worse than any confession.
Suneo's breath hitched, horror twisting through his gut, but Nobita's hand on his shoulder was iron, forcing him lower, pressing the carrot to her trembling body. His mother whimpered, the sound broken, inhuman.
And Nobita was right. The vegetable slid in with shocking ease, her body swallowing it without resistance, her face twisting with humiliation as she buried her head against the floor.
Nobita laughed, sharp and cruel. "See? Smooth as butter. She's used to it. She's been gaping herself like a filthy slut while you thought she was the perfect mother. Isn't that funny?"
Suneo's hands shook so badly he almost dropped the carrot, his mind reeling, his heart breaking, his stomach twisting into knots. He wanted to scream, to run, to tear the world apart just to escape this moment—but Nobita's presence made escape impossible.
"Push it in deeper," Nobita commanded, voice low and lethal. "Make her feel it. Make her admit what she is. A whore. My whore. Not your mother anymore."