Suneo's hand shook violently, slick with sweat, every movement uncertain. His mother's body trembled beneath him, ragged sobs filling the vast, opulent Honekawa living room. Marble floors gleamed coldly beneath their writhing forms; crystal chandeliers overhead reflected glints of pale light across the bloodless, terror-stricken faces. Every inch of pressure, every push, drew cries that tore at Suneo's chest.
"G-god… it hurts… it hurts so much…" she choked, nails raking the marble, leaving shallow grooves. "S-Suneo… p-please… stop…"
"Shut up," Nobita snapped, stepping closer, eyes glinting with cruel delight. "You're nothing but a hole. Weak. Pathetic. Crying for mercy won't save you. You're in my house, my rules. Every corner of this place reminds me who owns you. Don't think—you obey."
Suneo's arms shook, knuckles raw, tears streaming down his face. "I-I can't… I don't want to—"
"Don't want to?" Nobita hissed, pressing his heel harder into her back. The expensive silk of her gown stretched and tore under pressure. "Look at you. Both trembling, both broken. A mother and son, begging in the filth you belong to. Every second of your pathetic lives ends like this."
Her sobs hit a fever pitch, a strangled, broken sound. "I-I'm sorry! I… I didn't mean it! Please… please… don't—"
"Good," Nobita said, voice low and deadly. "Because I'm going to ask for something first." He took a slow, deliberate step back, letting Suneo's and his mother's terror linger in the air. "A few thousand yen. That's all I want. Hand it over."
She froze, lips trembling, panic flooding her like ice water. "I-I… I don't have that kind of money… please… I'm sorry…"
"Don't?" Nobita's smile twisted, sharp and cruel. "Don't what? Don't give it? Then I'll make your son do something really special to you. Something you'll regret for the rest of your life."
Her eyes widened in horror. "N-no… what do you mean—please… I don't have it…"
"I mean," he said softly, almost sweetly, "if you don't give me the money, Suneo will double-fist you. Every inch. Painful. Humiliating. And you will beg for it."
Her entire body froze, trembling violently. "N-no… n-no! Please… I… I'll give you—just… just don't make him—"
"Speak up!" Nobita barked, his voice like steel. "Say it! Beg! Beg to give me the money, or he's going to ruin you even more."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fumbled in her designer handbag for what little cash she could scrounge. "O-okay… okay… take it… just… don't—please don't make him—please!"
Suneo's hands froze, stomach twisting, bile rising. "Mom… no… please…"
"Shut up," Nobita said, gripping his hair and shoving his face closer to her. "Or he'll do it anyway. And you'll cry. You'll scream. You'll be nothing but filth. Again."
She pressed the money into his hand, trembling violently, sobbing. Nobita's laugh was cruel, triumphant. "Good. That's better. But don't think you're safe. You still belong to me."
He gestured at Suneo, eyes glittering. "Now… let's see how fast he can make you scream again."
Suneo's arm quaked violently as he was forced down, every inch sliding in bringing new, ragged cries from her throat. The humiliation, the shame, the pain—all pressed down on her like a heavy, merciless weight.
"More," Nobita ordered, voice sharp. "Break her. Make her yours completely. And remember… every second she cried, every tear she shed, was because of you. That's what filth looks like."
Her sobs were raw, choked, begging and pleading. Every push, every sound of her body, shredded Suneo from the inside. Nobita's gaze never wavered, savoring the destruction he'd forced.
"Do it harder!" Nobita commanded, gripping Suneo's hair and yanking his head down. "Make her feel everything! Every luxury she's ever had won't save her from this. You're in my hands now, in my house, under my control. Do you understand?"
Her screams filled the vaulted room, the echoes bouncing off the priceless paintings and gilded walls. Even the servants who occasionally peeked from behind the doors knew better than to intervene; Nobita had turned the Honekawa estate into a private chamber of filth and terror.
Suneo's arms were trembling violently, his body quaking with horror. His mother's nails dug deep into his arms, leaving streaks of red, but he could not stop. Nobita's presence pressed down like a physical weight, forcing every inch, every push, every scream.
Her sobs became wails, each one tearing something from her chest, her dignity stripped piece by piece. Nobita's laughter rang cruelly over the vast room. "That's it. Tear her apart. Break yourself in the process. Remember, every cry, every tear, every inch of pain—it's mine to watch, and yours to obey. Do not stop until you are both ruined."