I finally got back home, legs stiff and heart still racing from the streets, from the filthy thoughts I couldn't shake. The house was quiet at first—too quiet—but then her voice hit me like a whip.
"Nobita! Where the hell have you been?!"
I didn't answer. Didn't need to. I didn't owe her anything. She was just another body to fantasize about, another filthy target waiting to be ruined.
"Hey! I said—Nobita!" Her shouting bounced off the walls as she stormed through the living room. Her arms were flailing, her hair messy, and the sight of her moving like that made my cock twitch painfully. Every step she took made her breasts jiggle, bouncing under her shirt, swaying almost like they were calling out to me. I could feel heat pooling low in my stomach, my hands itching to touch myself.
She kept pacing, shouting, voice rising higher. "Do you even hear me, Nobita?! You can't just vanish without telling me!"
I leaned back against the wall, smirking inside. She had no idea I was inside this body, inside this world, inside this mind. To me, she was just a stranger, a deliciously filthy stranger who didn't even know how tempting she was. The way she moved, the way her chest bounced with every step, her hips tilting as she stomped… I could feel her shaking me awake inside, twisting my cock and mind with every angry yell.
I thought about my favorite game—the one with her as the target—and a shiver ran down my spine. I loved imagining her helpless, gasping, moaning, trembling while I controlled every inch of her body. And now, it wasn't a game. I could make her feel exactly what I wanted, even if she screamed and yelled like a furious banshee.
She spun around suddenly, hair whipping across her face, chest bouncing violently. "Nobita! I swear, if you don't answer me right now—"
I swallowed hard, imagining her bending, jiggling breasts brushing against the air as she leaned over to check on something, yelling the whole time. Every furious motion, every frustrated shout, every twitch and shake of her body made my cock pulse harder.
"God… filthy, hot, screaming little bitch," I muttered under my breath, pressing my hands to myself. I could feel her presence, her power, her anger, and it only made me hungrier. Every shout, every stomp, every jiggle of her chest was a signal. A command I wanted to follow in my own filthy way.
Her voice rose again, louder, sharper, echoing through the hall. "Nobita! Answer me this instant!"
I grinned inside, imagining her moving across the room, her hips tilting, her breasts bouncing, each step driving me closer to the edge. I could hear her fuming, yelling, stomping, but all I wanted was to take control, to make her beg, to watch her shake and moan while she screamed.
And I would. Soon. Every shout, every jiggle, every angry glance… she was mine to fantasize about, mine to dominate in every filthy way I could imagine. I just needed to wait for the perfect moment, and when it came, I'd enjoy every second of it.