I grabbed my phone and called my mom, knowing exactly how to push her buttons.
"Mom," I said casually, voice light, almost mocking. "I'm staying at Suneo's tonight."
There was an immediate, sharp gasp on the other end. "Nobita! What?! Why would you even—"
"Why? Because I said so," I interrupted, letting the words slice through the line. "You don't get to decide. I'm eighteen. I do what I want."
"You're staying where? At Suneo's? That spoiled little brat's house? Do you have any idea—"
"I said I'm staying there! End of discussion!" I snapped, cutting the call. She shouted something else, probably furious, but it didn't reach me. I let the anger hang in the air for a moment, savoring it.
When I turned back, Suneo was shivering, clutching the envelope like it contained his very soul. His eyes were wide, fear mixed with something darker—embarrassment, shame, a perverse curiosity.
I crouched slightly, letting the shadow of my figure swallow him. "Treat me well, my little slave," I murmured, the words sharp and intoxicating.
His body trembled violently, and I leaned in closer. "Tell me, Suneo…" I whispered, letting my finger press lightly against his chest. "Your mom… she's sexy, isn't she?"
Suneo's gasp hit me like music. "N-No! I-I… I didn't—"
"Oh, come on," I said, voice low and teasing, "don't act like you didn't enjoy it… the way you came on her panties, when I made you. Don't even try to lie to me."
His face flushed deep red, panic and shame battling with the memory. He swallowed hard, words failing him.
I straightened, the heat in my stomach coiling. "Tonight, Suneo, you're going to remember exactly what obedience means. And maybe… just maybe… you'll learn what happens when you let me control everything."
He nodded frantically, hands shaking, eyes wide. "Y-Yes… Nobita… I… I'll do whatever you—"
I cut him off with a low, cruel chuckle. "Good. And just remember: one wrong move, one false thought… and I show everyone. Every little secret. Every filthy habit. And yes… even your mom."
He shivered violently at my words, and I could practically hear his heartbeat racing. This was the perfect setup. Fear, shame, lust, and power all wrapped together in one intoxicating knot—and I was holding the key.
We walked toward Suneo's house, him trailing behind me like a scared little dog. He kept glancing at me, clutching that envelope tight, but he didn't say a word. He knew better.
When we stepped inside, the smell of perfume and dinner hit me. Mrs. Honekawa was in the living room, folding some laundry. She looked up, surprised, her brows lifting.
"Suneo? You're back early… oh?" Her eyes landed on me. "Nobita? Why are you here?"
Suneo froze, mouth opening, but I spoke first, flashing her a calm smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Honekawa. I just came along with Suneo. We'll be hanging out tonight."
Her eyes narrowed a little. "Hanging out? At this hour? Without telling your parents first?"
I tilted my head, letting my smile linger. "I already told my mom. She wasn't too happy, but… I wanted to spend some time with Suneo. And besides…" I let my eyes flicker over her for just a second, "…I thought I'd get to see you too. You always look so beautiful, Mrs. Honekawa. Even now—you don't look like someone's mom at all."
Her face softened just a little, caught off guard. "W-What are you saying…?" She brushed her hair behind her ear, trying to keep her composure. "Don't talk nonsense, Nobita."
I chuckled lightly. "It's not nonsense. I mean it. Every time I see you, you're glowing. Honestly, I don't know how Suneo even manages to live under the same roof without feeling proud."
Her cheeks turned a faint pink, but she shook her head. "You really know how to talk, don't you? You were never like this before…"
I leaned casually against the doorway, watching her with steady eyes. "Maybe I just never had the chance to say it. But I see it now, clear as day. You're stunning."
She let out a small laugh, half nervous, half flattered. "You're too much, Nobita. Really…"
Suneo was standing there stiff as a board, his face red, eyes darting between me and his mom. He looked like he wanted to disappear, but I caught his gaze and smirked, letting him know without words: this is only the beginning.