Suneo's legs pumped furiously as he ran toward the empty lot, bag bouncing against his side. His heart hammered, chest tight with shame, lust, and the ruthless weight of Nobita's blackmail. Inside the bag were everything Nobita had demanded: the comics, the toys, and the used panties of his mom, each item a reminder of how completely he was under Nobita's control.
When he reached the lot, Nobita was already waiting, smirk curling as he eyed the bag and said "…And judging by what you've brought," Nobita continued, voice smooth and cruel as he lifted the panties from the bag, "…she's currently not wearing any panties, isn't she?"
Suneo's knees went weak, a shiver crawling through him. "…Y-yes…" he managed to whisper, voice trembling, body practically vibrating with the combined shame and arousal of the flashback and Nobita's cruel observation.
Nobita's grin widened, his presence suffocating, voice dropping even lower. "Good boy… that memory's still fresh, isn't it? Every little detail—her cries, her face, the way she shivered… you'll remember all of it. Every step, every act… exactly why you obey me."
Suneo's chest heaved, fingers gripping the bag so tightly it was almost painful. "…Y-yes… Nobita…" he murmured, swallowing the lump in his throat, heart hammering.
Nobita leaned in close, voice a low, teasing whisper that made Suneo's stomach twist painfully. "…You know," he said, eyes glinting, "…we can give your mom a lot more pleasure."
Suneo froze, body trembling. Heat pooled low in his stomach as the memory hit him like a wave: the way he had double-fisted his mom yesterday, her soft cries of shame and surprise echoing in his ears, the flush on her cheeks, her lips quivering, her eyes wet with tears. The sight of her—helpless, overwhelmed, yet… responsive—made his pulse spike painfully, body straining with a mix of guilt, lust, and fear.
Nobita leaned even closer, letting the whisper crawl over Suneo like fire. "Every little thing you do, Suneo… every act you obey… it makes me want to push you further. And you will obey, won't you?"
Suneo's face flushed, legs trembling violently, trapped in the crushing weight of memory, lust, and Nobita's ruthless control. "…I… I'll obey… Nobita…" he admitted, voice barely audible.
Nobita chuckled softly, satisfied, letting the moment stretch, letting Suneo quiver under the oppressive mix of shame, arousal, and anticipation. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he whispered, eyes sharp and hungry. "And now… we move forward. Jaiko, Gian… and your mom. Everything is set. Every step you take, every item you brought… proves exactly why you're mine."
Suneo's stomach twisted painfully, bag clutched to his chest, mind spinning as the flashback of double-fisting his mom collided with Nobita's cruel teasing. He shivered violently, every nerve on fire, fully aware that there was no escape from Nobita's control.
Nobita's grin lingered, watching Suneo squirm and struggle, whispering again with that velvet-steel voice: "Remember this feeling, Suneo… the shame, the heat, the helplessness. You'll want to obey even more when it's time… because you know you can't resist me."
Suneo nodded weakly, trembling, bag clutched tight, legs barely holding him up, fully consumed by shame, desire, and obedience, as he followed Nobita toward the next stage of their blackmail-driven, filthy game.
As Nobita and Suneo reached Gian's house, the unmistakable sound of irritation hit them first. Gian's face was red, hands clenched as he struggled to keep the shop in order. Stacks of comics teetered, toys spilled across the floor, and his glare could cut steel.
The moment Gian spotted Nobita and Suneo, he charged at them, fists raised, ready to punch. But Nobita reacted instantly, throwing his hands up in mock fear, eyes wide.
"G-Gi… Gian! W-wait!" he stammered, voice shaking as he leaned back, pretending to cower.
Gian froze mid-stride, frowning in confusion. Nobita swallowed, then straightened slightly, still stuttering, and said, "W-we brought you… new comics… and… uh… toys!"
He pulled the items from the bag with exaggerated care, letting them land at Gian's feet. "Suneo… uh… wanted to help you look after the shop while you… uh… read these. And… maybe listen to your… your new song?"
Suneo's stomach twisted violently. The thought of Gian's tone-deaf attempts at a "new song" made him wince. He swallowed hard, hands gripping the bag tightly, heart hammering. The idea of having to sit through whatever horrifying sounds Gian would produce made him want to curl up and disappear.
Nobita leaned close, almost brushing Suneo's ear, and winked. His voice dropped to a quiet, teasing whisper: "Distract Gian… while I talk to his sister."
Suneo froze, heat pooling low in his stomach, shame and fear twisting together. Every nerve in his body screamed, but he obeyed automatically, eyes flicking to Gian and the scattered comics and toys.
Gian's brows furrowed, confusion warring with curiosity, as he bent down to pick up the comics. The first one opened, and he began flipping through it, muttering critiques and grumbles under his breath. Suneo moved to follow Nobita's instructions, picking up toys and gesturing toward Gian, trying desperately to keep him occupied.
Nobita's grin widened, letting the scene unfold perfectly. Suneo's nervous energy, Gian's irritation, the distraction of the comics and toys… it was all working exactly as he wanted. And in a few moments, Jaiko would enter, oblivious to the tension swirling in the room, giving Nobita the opening he needed.
Suneo's chest heaved. He was trapped, humiliated, and painfully aware of Nobita's ruthless control, following every whispered instruction, every subtle cue… all while trying to keep Gian distracted and clueless.