The chandelier above swayed faintly, scattering fractured light across the obscene scene below. The vast Honekawa estate, with its velvet curtains and imported rugs, had become a stage for filth. Suneo's sobs echoed against the marble, pitiful and wet, his arm buried deep inside his mother, her body convulsing violently around him.
Her cries tore through the gilded air, ragged and broken. "N-no… it hurts! I can't—Suneo, please—please stop!"
"Stop?" Nobita's voice was a blade, sharp and cold. He crouched beside her, cruel eyes drinking in her tear-streaked face. "You're in your own palace, crawling on the floor like trash. All those chandeliers, all those velvet curtains—and none of it can save you. You already gave me money, remember? And yet, you dared to hesitate. You thought you could say no to me. That alone earns you more pain."
She shook violently, hair plastered to her cheeks with sweat and tears. "P-please… I gave it, I gave you everything—why are you doing this—"
"Because you said no," Nobita hissed, his lips curling into a cruel grin. "Because you thought your riches made you untouchable. You'll learn tonight: hesitation costs more than money. Tonight, you'll take both of his fists. And you'll scream so the whole mansion knows what you've become."
Her eyes widened in horror, her sobbing spiraling into hysteria. "N-no! I can't—I'll die—I'll break, please, Nobita, please don't—"
Suneo froze, horror flooding his pale face. "B-both? No—please, don't make me do that—"
"Shut your mouth," Nobita snarled, yanking Suneo's hair until he cried out. "You'll do exactly what I tell you. You'll ruin her with both arms, or I'll make sure the entire neighborhood sees the video of her crying, begging, destroyed by her own son."
Her scream shredded the room, raw and animal. "No! Please—I'll give you more, I'll give you anything! Don't make him—don't do this—"
"You can't buy your way out of this, bitch," Nobita spat. He slapped her face, the crack echoing across the gilded walls. "Your yen means nothing. Your jewels mean nothing. Tonight, you're just flesh for your son to destroy. And I'm going to watch every second."
Suneo's hands trembled, sweat dripping from his chin. He tried to pull back, but Nobita's grip shoved him down again. His mother writhed under him, sobbing so hard her whole body shook, nails gouging desperate scratches into the polished marble.
"Do it!" Nobita roared. "Both fists. Make her scream until her voice breaks. Make her body remember that hesitation is worse than death."
Suneo sobbed openly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Mom—I'm sorry—I don't want to hurt you—"
Her nails tore lines into his arms as she shrieked. "No! No, please—it's too much—I can't—I'll split apart—"
But Nobita forced Suneo's second hand down. The resistance was brutal, her body seizing violently, her throat ripping raw as his trembling knuckles pressed deeper.
Her scream was blood-curdling. "It's tearing me apart! I can feel it—I can feel his fist inside my womb! God, please—take it out, take it out—I can't—"
Suneo's tears blurred his vision, his stomach twisting into knots. He sobbed against her shoulder, his voice ragged. "I don't want this—I don't want to do this—I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"
"Keep pushing," Nobita commanded, voice sharp with glee. He pressed harder on Suneo's neck, forcing him to shove deeper. "Shove them in. Deeper. Tear her apart from the inside. She doesn't get to say no to me."
Her body convulsed, screams breaking into guttural, choking cries. "Please! Please—I can't—it hurts so much! My insides are tearing! I can feel both his fists inside me—I can't—"
"Louder!" Nobita barked, slapping her ass until it bloomed red. "Say it so your maids can hear. Say you feel your son's fists inside your womb. Say it!"
Her voice cracked as the words tore from her throat, humiliating and broken. "I—I can feel it! Both his fists! Inside my womb! Oh god, it's killing me—please, stop, stop—"
Suneo sobbed harder, vomiting bile into his throat, his arms trembling violently inside her. Her body shook, shattered cries tearing through the massive room, the chandelier above trembling with each echo.
"Beautiful," Nobita breathed, eyes glittering with sadistic triumph. "The richest woman in town, reduced to nothing but a hole for her son's fists. Look at her—look at yourself, Suneo. You're filth. She's filth. You both belong to me."
Her wails dwindled into hoarse, shredded sobs. Suneo's cries mingled with hers, a pitiful chorus echoing against gold-framed paintings and priceless rugs, until the once-proud Honekawa estate was nothing but a chamber of ruin.
Finally, Nobita straightened, pocketing the thick wad of cash she had surrendered earlier. He sneered down at the broken pair trembling on the floor. "Perfect. That's the price of saying no. Remember it."
With that, he strode to the massive double doors, the sound of his laughter trailing behind him as he stepped into the night.
The street outside was quiet, silvered by moonlight. Nobita adjusted his jacket, humming darkly, the yen heavy in his pocket and satisfaction heavier in his chest.
Then, just ahead, he saw her.
Shizuka's mother.
She walked under the glow of a streetlamp, carrying a small shopping bag. Her hips swayed naturally, full and mature, her blouse straining against her large ample breasts that demanded attention. She was the perfect eye candy that one could get.
His lips curled into a dangerous smile. The Honekawas were finished. Because he has a plan for her.