"Shizuka's mother, Uncle is calling you from outside, should we open the door?"
"No… you can't… Mm…"
"Please don't do this."
The panicked Shizuka's Mom desperately clutched the doorknob, her beautiful eyes filled with seven parts terror and three parts infatuation.
If Minamoto Yoshio saw her dressed like this, she would truly be unable to clear her name.
"What are you afraid of? Actually, Uncle Yixiong has long been impotent. He should even be grateful that someone is taking care of you."
The marked granary quivered up and down.
After speaking, Nobi Hiroshi directly pulled open the door and pushed Shizuka's Mom out with force.
"Ah! No!"
Instinctively closing her eyes, Shizuka's Mom screamed in panic.
She thought it would be over, but just after she screamed, her eyes startled awake from under the covers.
She shot up from the warm covers, breathing rapidly, her palms cold, and cold sweat trickling down her forehead, soaking the collar of her lace nightgown.
"So… it really was a dream…"
"You scared me to death."
After waking up, Shizuka's Mom looked around. It was already daylight, and her husband was still sound asleep next door. She let out a sigh of relief.
Why would she have such a dream? It was too strange, and the object of her dream was her daughter's classmate.
Mrs. Minamoto's heart pounded like a drum. She opened the covers again and found it was already an ocean.
Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She slowly moved her body, carefully extended her feet out of the covers, and touched the cold floor.
Her fingers clenched tightly. She quietly went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash away the unpleasant odor, then threw her clothes into the washing machine to clean.
"It must be because it's been too long, to have such a dream."
"It felt too real! And Yoshio… is he really like that?"
Tying on her domestic apron, Shizuka's Mom began to prepare breakfast for her family.
Stirring the spatula in her hand, her mind was on other things.
Suddenly, her face flushed, and she began to savor the feeling from her dream, silently muttering her daughter's classmate's name.
Her slender hands reached under her skirt, her heart struggling intensely, but she quickly gave up, standing in front of the stove and secretly generating power, following her true desires.
Meanwhile, at the Nobi house, Nobi Hiroshi, who had just teleported back, was caught red-handed by Tamako and forced to provide breakfast milk.
After feeding him, I went upstairs to get my schoolbag, and in the corridor, I happened to overhear a conversation in Nobita's room.
"Doraemon, I don't care, you have to help me this time."
"Shizuka doesn't care about me anymore, it must be Nobi Hiroshi's fault. Can you really bear to see me so pathetic?!"
Nobita's words revealed a hint of helplessness and anxiety; if things continued like this, Shizuka would only drift further away from him.
He didn't want reality to become like his previous dream, where he was trampled underfoot by a love rival; that feeling was truly unbearable.
"So what do you want, Nobita?"
Doraemon stared, cross-legged.
"Simple, just take out a gadget that can make Shizuka fall in love with me, wouldn't that work?"
Pointing at the Four-Dimensional Pocket, Nobita smiled slyly.
"How can that be? You can't force feelings."
Doraemon refused righteously.
But the other party was no ordinary person; he always succeeded in getting what he wanted.
"I don't care, hurry up and take out that gadget. I know you have it."
Nobita pleaded incessantly, even starting to throw a tantrum, crying and making a scene.
After a stalemate of about ten minutes, Doraemon couldn't stand this great deity anymore and took out two heart-shaped gems, one red and one white, from his pocket.
"Couple Test Badges!"
"With these, anyone can become a deeply loving couple!"
Doraemon held the couple badges in his hand, swaying indecisively, wondering whether to give this gadget to Nobita.
"You have such a convenient gadget, why didn't you take it out sooner, hahahaha!"
A gust of wind brushed past Doraemon's whiskers. Nobita held the gadget in his hands, his mouth curving upwards, grinning from ear to ear.
The image of the two of them wearing the couple badges appeared in his mind.
Embracing each other, loving until death, it was truly too romantic. Nobi Hiroshi could only roll in the corner and watch him and Shizuka being intimate. He just wanted to see that jealous expression.
"Nobita, what are you still dawdling about upstairs? Hurry down for breakfast, or you'll be late again."
Nobi Tamako shouted from downstairs, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Okay, I'm coming right away!"
His fantasy was broken. Nobita hurriedly packed his schoolbag.
Although the desk was full of textbooks, he hadn't done yesterday's homework; they were just for show to trick his mother.
"Couple badges..."
"Heh heh, I think you'd better use this gadget with someone else."
Hiro, who was eavesdropping by the door, sneered. There was no way he would let Nobita take off his crown; he had to set him straight.
Having made up his mind, Hiro put on his schoolbag and finished breakfast first before heading out.
Meanwhile, Nobita was still slowly washing up, no matter how much he scrubbed the towel, he couldn't wipe away the silly grin on his face.
...
...
Comfortably arriving at their usual daily spot, the delicately sculpted Otome was already waiting.
Nobi Hiroshi quickened his pace and walked over: "Good morning, Shizuka..."
He raised his hand to greet her, his gaze sweeping from bottom to top. Her slender calves were tightly wrapped in pure white stockings, paired with black Martin boots, making her appear exceptionally pure.
These white stockings, they must be new! He had only mentioned them casually yesterday, but he didn't expect the girl to prepare them so quickly.
"You're here, Hiro. This outfit... are you satisfied...?"
The girl walked over happily, a little shy from being stared at. It was her first time wearing something like this, and she felt a bit strange.
But the actual effect seemed good, and her boyfriend liked it a lot, so she had to get a few more pairs.
"Mm, it looks very good... I feel like having a small ice cream again."
Nobi Hiroshi smiled and took Shizuka's small hand, and the two walked leisurely down the street.
Occasionally, several amazed glances were cast, falling on the Otome's white-stockinged calves, drawn by this rare sight in school.
It was the restlessness of youth. The girl's expression was a bit troubled, and she lowered her head uncomfortably.
"Ahem, you'd better take them off first."
Seeing the distressed look on Shizuka's face, Nobi Hiroshi spoke.
"Mm..."
The girl nodded slightly.
Then the two turned into an unmanned fork in the road. Nobi Hiroshi squatted down and lifted a soft, boneless leg.
He personally pulled down the white stockings, put them into his pocket, and took a sniff.
"Is... is it that good?"
"Should we find time to buy a few more different styles at the Commercial Street?"
At this, the girl's face became even redder, her nose twitched sharply, and there was a vague, inexplicable excitement.
What to do if her boyfriend likes to play? It's okay, I'm not bad myself.
"Alright, let's go. I'll keep this for you for now."
Putting on her Martin boots, Nobi Hiroshi dotingly rubbed Shizuka's head.
Regarding his recent actions, he could only say it was commonplace. He had already eaten ice cream, so why care about these small details?
Just smelling this scent alone was enough to eat three bowls of rice.
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