Nobita's legs trembled as he collapsed onto the tatami floor, chest heaving, his cum slicking the mats. He groaned, dragging his hand across his throbbing cock, but the mess only made his desire burn hotter. Impulsively, he rubbed at it with his feet, hoping to clean it up—but it smeared instead, dark streaks marking the floor. The more he scrubbed, the more it spread, like a filthy signature of his own lust, and the thought of it made him shiver, cock pulsing even harder.
Nobita padded down the stairs, cock already twitching from earlier, heat pooling low in his stomach. His eyes caught something on the bathroom floor—Tamako's dirty panties, dark-stained in the front, discarded carelessly. A wicked grin tugged at his lips.
"Bitch is still on heat, huh…" he muttered under his breath, kneeling to grab the panties. He wrapped the damp fabric around his cock, slicking it over his sensitive head. Every stroke, every press against himself made him shiver, fingers gripping the filthy cotton tighter.
A knock rattled the door.
"Nobita! My laundry's in there! Can you give those to me?" Tamako's voice called, playful, teasing.
"I'm… already in the bathtub! Just wait ten minutes!" he mumbled, hips jerking involuntarily, cock throbbing inside the soaked panties.
"Aw, come on… just give them to me," she said, tone mock-sultry now. "I know what you look like anyway. You don't need to be embarrassed."
Nobita froze. Her teasing, her knowing tone, sent a jolt of heat through him. His cock pulsed harder, wet fabric rubbing him raw.
"Ten… minutes… that's it!" he stammered, trying to sound casual, though his hips rocked against the panties on instinct.
"Are you sure you're not embarrassed? I might see you naked, you know…"
He shivered violently, mind spinning. She was a stranger here, just someone teasing him, but her words, her teasing, made every nerve in his body scream.
Then she leaned against the door, her voice lowering with curiosity. "Nobita… what exactly are you doing in there?"
Her tone was sharp now, suspicion creeping in. Her hands started hammering on the door, knocking furiously.
"Open this door this instant! I am not asking again!"
Nobita's heart raced. He scrambled, realizing he was still soaking wet from the bath. The panties were abandoned on the floor now, forgotten in his panic, dripping water as he leaned back in the tub.
He cracked the door open slightly, holding the laundry out. Tamako's hands shot forward, shoving it, and her momentum pushed the door wide.
Her eyes caught him. Completely naked, soaking wet, droplets of water sliding down his chest and thighs. His cock was unusually big, softening but still impressively thick. She froze, gaze locking on him for just a fraction of a second before her cheeks burned.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, fumbling with the laundry, and slammed the door shut, muttering incoherently, her tone flustered and furious.
Nobita leaned back, chest heaving, cock throbbing even harder from the rush. She'd seen him, if only for a moment. Stranger or not, the fact she'd caught a glimpse of his soaked, naked body made his heart pound and his fingers twitch uncontrollably.
He sank lower into the bathtub, water dripping from his hair, soaking the floor around him. Every imagined glance, every teasing word, every flush on her cheeks replayed in his mind, making his cock pulse, making his thoughts spin dark and filthy.
Outside, Tamako's furious knocking had stopped, but her presence still lingered like a live wire. Nobita's grin was wicked, hands moving faster over himself as he pictured her: angry, embarrassed, flustered, and completely unaware of just how much control he could wield—and how filthy she made him feel.