Social death moment, straight to social security.
The white moon cheongsam was ultimately stained with difficult-to-wash impurities. On the floor lay three or four colorful kimonos and original-flavored half-moon-shaped items.
Like their owners, they lay intertwined, orderly, enduring the cleansing and rinsing, overflowing the entire paradise.
Silhouettes filled the bed. Nobi Hiroshi embraced the girls' fair, delicate bodies, gently stroking their soft long hair and pale backs.
Savoring the excellent taste, it was very smooth~
The birthday party turned into a silver handkerchief party.
"That kind of fabric is hard to wash. You just had to get it everywhere…"
Saotome Seiko lay in the center, her forehead rubbing against the boy's neck. Her face showed some fatigue, but more so, the flush of post-satisfaction.
"I was just following instructions, making a mess, and also… Mmm-hmm…"
Mid-sentence, a warm, soft hand swiftly covered her lips. The girl squirmed in embarrassed indignation.
Skin against skin, his belly felt warm. Nobi Hiroshi instantly regained his "spirit." A sound like a bullet being chambered came from his pelvis, a soft thud.
Restless youth, never knowing fatigue.
"Saotome Seiko, have you noticed that my color has faded a bit?"
"Really?!" the girl asked worriedly.
"Perhaps, or maybe I'm seeing things. I'll need to confirm it again."
He grabbed her slender waist. Suspicion was never unfounded. Nobi Hiroshi experienced it firsthand, standing out like a crane among chickens, walking and attacking with the most physically demanding posture, piercing through her fiercely.
Reeds flourish, and white dew becomes frost.
From the foot of the bed to the kitchen, Saotome Seiko's whimpers far surpassed the cicadas' chirps, escalating the battle, even involving the innocent Tai Tai Xinzi.
The bowls in the sink were only half-washed.
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...
"I'm home."
"Aunt Tamako, these are the potatoes and onions you asked me to bring, and here's the change."
At dusk, Nobi Hiroshi returned home, dusty from his travels. After changing his shoes, his first priority was to report on the task his wife had given him.
"Hmm, thank you for your hard work. You had a lot of fun with your friends today, didn't you?"
Nobi Tamako slowly emerged from around the corner, took the shopping bag, and reached out to stroke Hiroshi's head, a doting smile on her face.
Nobita and the others had returned that afternoon. Nobi Tamako said nothing about Nobi Hiroshi's late return, simply assuming he was more playful.
"Of course, I had a lot of fun."
Embracing her ample waist and hips, Nobi Hiroshi spoke truthfully. His wife's concern and charming allure had firmly captivated the young boy's heart.
Because he had lacked maternal love since childhood, he had no resistance to ripened lemons.
"Aunt Tamako, are you not feeling well? You look a bit uncomfortable."
"It's nothing. This happens every month. Auntie is already used to it."
Her lower abdomen was faintly aching. Yuzi frowned but still smiled, appearing completely unconcerned.
"Oh, I understand."
"In this situation, you should drink more hot water!"
With a straightforward statement, Nobi Hiroshi turned and walked into the kitchen, drawing a cup of hot water from the dispenser.
He blew on it as he carried it over.
"Thank you, Xiao Hong."
Nobi Tamako carefully took the water cup and sat sideways on the cushion, sipping slowly.
The water temperature was just right, warming her stomach without scalding her mouth. She thought to herself that this child was very caring, and Nobita should learn from him.
Setting down the water cup, Yuzi extended her hand, which had slightly raised calluses, and gently moved Nobi Hiroshi's head into her embrace, stroking it tenderly.
"Mmm-hmm~"
Nobi Hiroshi narrowed his eyes, lying on her smooth thigh, enjoying the sensation of her moving fingers.
The calluses did not hinder the warm experience; in fact, they made the caress even more soothing.
Xiao Hong deeply understood this point.
Compared to soft tofu, the subtle roughness made one's heart tremble even more, and more tears of sadness flowed.
"Hoo hoo~~~"
Time seemed to stand still. Outside the window, a warm breeze blew over the eaves, and a small wind chime gently swayed, producing an elegant and calming sound.
Nobi Hiroshi rested his head on soft thighs, the faint fragrance never changing. He enjoyed the peace of the moment, a tranquility he had never experienced before.
Daisuke's black and white photo stood opposite the two of them; he had no objections.
"Mama, I'm hungry. When can we eat?"
Hurried footsteps came from upstairs. Nobi Nobita pulled open the unlocked sliding door and burst in boisterously.
"Nobita, can't you be less impatient, you're always so troublesome."
"It's still early, but since you're hungry, Mama will prepare dinner early."
Hastily adjusting her posture, Yuzi drank water while discreetly glancing at Nobi Hiroshi, not daring to look too long, afraid that Nobita would notice something amiss.
Although nothing excessive happened today, the wife felt guilty!
Entering the kitchen to cook, Nobi Hiroshi followed along to help, assisting Nobi Tamako, who was busy with a visiting relative, and helping to share the burden.
"Nobita, Doraemon, come down for dinner quickly! Remember to turn off the air conditioning!"
Nobi Tamako scooped four bowls of rice onto the table, then took out a stewed grouper from the pot and placed it in the center of the dishes.
Stewed pork with potatoes, sour and spicy lotus root, curry beef rolls, and stir-fried carrots.
It was another simple and unpretentious meal.
"Cough cough, I hate eating fish~"
Just as he picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, Nobita hadn't even tasted it when his face suddenly turned ashen.
He quickly put down his chopsticks and rushed to the sink to vomit, a fish bone almost costing him his life.
Can a big bone really choke someone? As expected of Nobita, he never pays attention when eating.
Nobi Tamako glanced at him helplessly, then still worriedly went forward to check on him. After all, it was her own child, and she was used to strange occurrences.
After dinner, Nobi Nobita and Doraemon showered and went upstairs. Nobita fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Doraemon covered Nobita with a blanket, took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then returned to the closet to rest peacefully.
The room fell into darkness, and the children drifted into sweet dreams. A notice suddenly appeared, floating down from the ceiling onto Nobita's face.
"What is it? Annoying…"
Nobita squinted at the notice, ignored it, tossed it aside, and continued sleeping.
His snoring grew sweeter. As the night deepened, an uninvited guest arrived in Doraemon's closet.
A spatial tunnel tore open, and a mechanical hand reached out from hyperspace, attempting to steal the yellow bell Doraemon wore around his neck.
"Mi-chan, don't do that~"
"Ugh, really, it tickles."
"Don't touch, it really tickles, not there, really not there~~"
Doraemon blushed, images of inappropriate cat behavior flashing in his mind. He mumbled in his sleep, rolled over, and spread out his body like a big character.
With his guard down, the thief successfully removed the bell, slowly retracted his arm, and disappeared.
The spatial tunnel vanished without a trace, as if nothing had just happened. Nobita and Doraemon each slept in their own beds, remarkably having similar dreams.
Only Nobita's dream was a bit terrifying—Jaiko-brand tank drove off course.