The night air was calm, crisp, and quiet, the streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement as Nobita walked, whistling softly to himself. His thoughts lingered on Shizuka's mother for a moment, a small smirk tugging at his lips, but then he noticed someone ahead—a familiar figure stepping lightly along the sidewalk.
"Jaiko?" he called casually, waving. Her head snapped up, cheeks immediately flushing a bright pink. She froze, holding her small shopping bag close to her chest, clearly embarrassed to be caught out at night.
Above her head, visible only to Nobita, the system layout hovered, floating like a hologram:
Jaiko: Masturbation: 127 | Intercourse: 0
He smirked. The numbers were telling—her habits, her indulgences, her innocence and untested desire, all laid bare. Floating above her head was also the subtle, pulsing X-ray option. He flicked it on, and the faint outline of her body under her clothes appeared. Nobita's eyes widened just slightly, noting she wasn't wearing anything beneath her skirt, slickness evident between her thighs. He let out a small, amused chuckle, careful to keep his tone light, casual, like this was nothing more than ordinary curiosity.
"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?" he asked, sounding completely normal, hands shoved lazily into his pockets. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Gian with… I don't know, homework or something?"
Jaiko squirmed, looking anywhere but at him. Her voice came out in a tiny squeak. "I… I was just… I needed to go buy something for—um—home…" Her cheeks burned even brighter, and Nobita noticed her fingers twitch as she gripped the bag.
He stepped a little closer, still casual, like talking to a friend. "You know, you don't have to get so flustered around me. We've hung out a million times, haven't we?"
Her eyes widened, and she tried to laugh it off, but it came out high, nervous, breathless. "Y-yeah… but it's… it's just… um…"
He grinned, reaching out naturally and taking her hand in his, tugging lightly. "Here, let me help you carry that."
As his hand brushed hers, Jaiko's body stiffened instantly. A shudder ran through her, her breath catching sharply, and to Nobita's amusement—not even pretending to be surprised—she squirted, the wetness seeping through her clothes. Her wide eyes met his for a brief instant, frozen in mortified embarrassment.
"Oh! I—I—I have to go!" she stammered, yanking her hand back and clutching her bag like a shield. She bolted down the street, legs pumping as if her life depended on it.
Nobita didn't move. He let her flee, whistling softly as though nothing had happened. But as her footsteps faded into the distance, his grin turned darker, sharper, edge under the casual tone. "Heh… Gian," he muttered under his breath, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "I'll make sure your sister gets exactly what she needs… maybe even in front of you."
He chuckled quietly, slipping his hands back into his pockets, the lighthearted, ordinary Nobita act still in place. "Don't worry, Jaiko. I'll take care of you… just wait. You'll see. All in good time."
He continued down the empty, silvered street, whistling, strolling as if nothing at all had happened. The night was quiet, the street empty, but Nobita's grin stayed in place, soft and light on the surface—but underneath, the plan had already begun.