"I'm home."
A dull sound came from the entrance, accompanied by slow and dragging footsteps, echoing in the empty hallway.
"Nobita, you're back."
"Why are your face bruised and swollen? Didn't you say you went to play baseball?"
Nobi Tamako, who was watching TV in the living room, turned her head to look at her son, who had a crestfallen expression at the door, and walked forward with some heartache to check on him.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally fell."
Holding a baseball bat, Nobita's bruised face managed to force a smile, and his broken heart gradually felt warmth.
However, his cold gaze still fixed on Nobi Hiroshi by the round table, and his fingers gripping the bat tightened a few more points.
"Why is Nobita looking at me like that?"
Noticing the unfriendly gaze, Nobi Hiroshi's eyes left the screen and he glanced at Nobita.
Isn't it just helping you cut off a relationship, losing someone you shouldn't have had? Do you have to hate me so much?
Everyone has the right to choose. It's normal if you can't win. Who stipulated that thing must belong to you!
This look, like he wants to stab someone, with his sidelong glances and cold eyes, who is he trying to scare?
While Yuzi was applying medicine to Nobita, Nobi Hiroshi quietly slipped to the second floor and found Doraemon.
For safety's sake, Nobita must be dealt with. Simply and brutally eliminating him is certainly inappropriate, too cruel.
He just needs to help Nobita find another marriage, for example, Jaiko is quite good, but those are all future matters.
"Doraemon, do you have any tools to erase painful memories?"
"Ah, Hiro, what do you need that for?"
"It's nothing big, I just encountered some unhappy things and want you to help."
"Alright, I happen to have a good thing here."
"The Oblivion Stick!"
Looking at Hiro sitting in front of him, Doraemon pulled out a strange stick from his magical pocket. It only needed to tap a person once to make him forget some unnecessary memories.
"Wow, thank you, Doraemon."
Nobi Hiroshi excitedly took the Oblivion Stick. This tool was just right for the blackened Nobita.
"It's nothing, just a small matter." Doraemon waved his hand indifferently.
Having lived together for so long, he was quite confident in Hiro, so he didn't feel anything was amiss.
It couldn't be worse than Nobita's pranks after getting a tool, right?
Uh… you can't be sure.
"Nobita, be careful when you play outside from now on. You always come back bruised and swollen. Your mother really doesn't know what to say about you, child."
A scolding came from the room. After feeling sorry for her son, Nobi Tamako entered criticism mode again.
Knees together, feet drawn back, buttocks resting on her heels, back straight. Madam Jingyu's demeanor was graceful and elegant, making it hard to imagine her other side behind the scenes.
Nobi Hiroshi stood quietly at the door, watching Nobita listening to the scolding with his head down, and smiled slyly, holding the Oblivion Stick hidden at the staircase.
Soon, Nobita, whose ears were almost calloused from listening, finally prepared to go upstairs.
With a face full of dejection, he had just reached the staircase when the stick unexpectedly struck the top of his head.
For better effect, the force was slightly heavier, knocking him directly to the ground.
"Nobita, forget what happened today. Your father will find you an even better wife in the future."
Nobi Hiroshi silently said in his heart, then retracted the Oblivion Stick and observed its subsequent reaction.
"Ouch, why am I here?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Nobita's eyes, then returned to calmness.
The effect of the Oblivion Stick seemed to have taken hold, and memories began to blur.
He seemed to be trying to recall something, but those memories were like smoke blown away by the wind, elusive.
"I… I seem to have forgotten something very important." Nobita's voice trembled slightly, feeling an inexplicable emptiness and unease.
What was he just doing?
"Yo, Nobita, what are you doing sitting on the ground? Aren't you going back to your room to read comics?"
Pretending to come down from the second floor, Nobi Hiroshi kindly helped Nobita up, asking with feigned concern.
"Reading comics? So I was reading comics in my room just now!"
Nobi Nobita seemed to wake from a dream, happily stepping up the stairs back to his room, seemingly having forgotten what had happened today.
"Alright, successfully resolved."
"Nobita, listen to your dad's advice, Jaiko is your ultimate destination."
Looking at Nobita's back, Nobi Hiroshi felt a mix of emotions. Everything he did was out of love for his son.
He silently tightened his grip on the Oblivion Stick, secretly vowing to give Nobita an even better future wife.
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Night fell, and Nobi Hiroshi, having finished training his superpowers, felt somewhat idle, reading comics until the dead of night.
As the town lights gradually extinguished, it was time to go to Shizuka's mother's house and help the lonely Madam Jingyu relieve her worries.
As usual, he continuously used instant movement to arrive at Shizuka's mother's house. Yuan Yixiong and Yuan Jingyu in the room were already asleep.
The useless uncle was still sleeping alone with separate blankets. Nobi Hiroshi glanced at him mockingly and slipped into Madam Jingyu's fragrant and soft bed.
In the dream world, the same place, the same clothing, Yuan Jingyu's snow-white and plump figure was cinched by a thin apron, making her perfect curves appear even more voluptuous.
Nobi Hiroshi walked to the crouching Yuan Jingyu, and stroked her smooth, fair cheek.
"I, why am I having this kind of dream again?"
"Could it be that I'm truly unfulfilled…"
Still shaken, Yuan Jingyu choked slightly, looking up at the cute Zheng Tai, her jade neck stretching, appearing to resist yet invite.
"Hiss… Aunt Shizuka's mother… I didn't expect you to be so… I was just showing you, and you… truly a slut."
Nobi Hiroshi stood blankly. From his angle, looking down, he could admire Madam Jingyu's joyful and satisfied expression.
It's just that her movements were a bit stiff, perhaps it was her first time experiencing this.
"Mmm… Mmm…"
Without any rebuttal, since it was just a dream, Yuan Jingyu simply unleashed her true nature.
All the skills she had never used on her husband were brought out.
But due to lack of experience, she always made Nobi Hiroshi frown and grimace, so she simply measured lung capacity, which would prevent mistakes.
"What are you going to do with these things?"
The appetizer finished, Yuan Jingyu looked at the small whips, chains, and blindfolds that appeared out of nowhere in Nobi Hiroshi's hand.
She had a bad premonition.
"Hehe, it's nothing, Aunt Shizuka's mother, just some small tools."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Nobi Hiroshi smiled gently, put a black sleep blindfold on Madam Jingyu, locked her hands and feet to prevent her from moving in her sleep, and lightly whipped the disobedient Xuezi, who swayed from side to side.
"Ah! Don't do that…"
Yuan Jingyu lay on the ground, whimpering softly, tears in her eyes under the blindfold, letting out a pained yet not-so-pained moan.
Her cheeks were abnormally flushed.
At first, she resisted, but as things slowly progressed, it directly became truly delightful.
"Aunt Shizuka's mother, how does it feel?"
"Still… still want…"
A shy voice mumbled softly.
"Hmm, but I have a request…" Squatting down, Nobi Hiroshi whispered something in Madam Jingyu's ear, smiling harmlessly.
Subsequently, a plea as faint as a mosquito's buzz sounded, her dignity already abandoned.
"Mas… Master…"