Shizuka's house, the girl's boudoir.
The bear-shaped alarm clock vibrated on time, and the pink duvet on the bed next to it was slightly raised, revealing a clean little foot.
Her dark, beautiful hair cascaded over her shoulders, her lively eyelashes trembled slightly, and those clear eyes appeared exceptionally bright in the hazy awakening.
"So sleepy. Why was it so noisy last night? Did a wild cat run into the yard?"
The girl stretched, jumped out of bed, gently rubbed her eyes, and then used her fingers to comb her messy long hair.
She walked to the dresser, picked out the orange dress she would wear today, then took off her pajamas, her snow-white skin exposed to the air.
Opening the drawer, she was met with a king's treasure trove, various holy relics bundled together.
Her calves slightly bent, she pulled up a new pair of white polka-dot panties.
Her skirt swayed gently with each step. Shizuka smiled slightly at herself in the mirror, then picked up her school bag and went downstairs. If she didn't leave now, she'd be late.
Last night's strange noises meant she hadn't rested well.
After eating bread, she turned the corner towards the washbasin.
"Shizuka, please wait a moment. Mom hasn't finished washing up yet."
Madam Jingyu, radiant, smiled and wiped her collarbone with a wet towel.
"Mom…"
A hint of astonishment flashed in Shizuka's eyes. She had never seen such a beautiful mother before; she was somewhat dazed.
A unique, never-before-seen, seductive lace one-piece dress transformed her usual virtuous image into something soft and charming.
Black stockings clung to her long, slender legs, subtly emanating an alluring glow, though there were quite a few scratches and a large tear at the back.
Was this still the mother she knew?
It was somewhat strange, yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was strange. However, connecting it to last night's strange noises, the truth of the matter surfaced.
She was no longer the innocent girl she once was; bad company corrupts good morals. Even if she hadn't reached third base, she had already been subtly influenced.
It could only be that kind of thing. Shizuka's face flushed slightly. She hadn't expected her parents to be so boisterous late at night.
"What's wrong, Shizuka?"
"N-nothing. I see it's getting late, so I'm off to school."
"Bye-bye, be careful on the way."
Waving her small hand, Yuan Jingyu lowered her head, her face flushed, seemingly a bit shy.
She couldn't help but hug her arm, recalling last night's allure. She hadn't expected the little Zheng Tai to be so strong, able to wrap her up.
And he had even walked up to Yuan Yixiong, despite her objections, saying some embarrassing things.
"Auntie, look how deeply Uncle is asleep. It's fine to be louder."
"Ha-uhn~ In front of Uncle, you gave everything to Auntie…"
Like an electric shock, a warm current surged through her heart. Just recalling it almost made her lose control.
Stumbling back to the bedroom, Madam Jingyu needed to immediately change into clean clothes.
"Your wife was taken in front of you, and you don't even know, Yixiong, you're truly useless. If she gets pregnant, give Shizuka a new little brother or sister."
"I really want another child."
Yuan Jingyu looked disdainfully at her husband, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and put away the sleeping pills next to the table, along with the unopened safety protection devices, which she probably wouldn't need.
It wasn't just because the experience was better.
The key was that the 'balloons' were useless; they were punctured directly. What good were they?
"Ding-a-ling~"
The morning self-study period passed quickly, and the bell for the first class rang.
However, before class, Terakoya Eiichirou had to check the students' homework as usual.
"Nobita, why is your homework book a blank page again? What did you do all weekend? Go stand in the hallway as punishment!!"
With a furious roar in the classroom, poor Nobita could only obediently stand in punishment, which lasted the entire day because he still had homework for other subjects to finish.
He stood until school was dismissed, his legs almost losing sensation, completely numb.
Nobita dragged his exhausted body home, collapsing onto the stairs, too weary to climb further.
"You're back, Nobita! Huh? What happened?"
"My, my legs are so sore, Doraemon, please help me back to my room."
Lying on the stairs, Nobita didn't want to move at all, panting like a dog from exhaustion, and Doraemon had to carry him. After returning to the room, he acted like a servant massaging him.
"Yes, that's the spot, Doraemon, a little more force. My legs are really sore."
"Honestly, Nobita, you're enjoying it and still complaining. Why do I have to massage you?"
Doraemon grumbled with a look of complaint.
"What can I do? The teacher makes me stand outside all day."
The boy pounded the ground in dissatisfaction.
"Then you should follow the rules. Wouldn't it be better to finish your daily homework on time?"
"That's impossible. Even if I wanted to change, I'd often forget to do my homework, and I'd fall asleep no matter how loud the teacher spoke."
Nobita said with a matter-of-fact expression, quite confident about this point.
"Sigh, I don't know what to say about you."
Doraemon stared at Nobita with a sideways glance, even he was utterly speechless.
There's no use saying anything to someone who has no ambition.
"Oh, right!" Nobita, lying on the ground, suddenly had his eyes light up. He excitedly pulled Doraemon, "Doraemon, can you lend me a gadget that makes standing punishment not tiring?"
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly have such a gadget!"
He looked slightly disgusted, finding such words too lazy and akin to waiting for death.
Did he really think people from the future had nothing better to do than develop gadgets that make standing punishment not tiring? What kind of target audience would even want something like that?
"What do you mean? I'm being sincere. Please, hurry up and take it out!"
"But…"
Doraemon looked very reluctant, but he had spoiled Nobita too much.
Even though he was asking for a favor, he looked aggrieved, no different from a hooligan, resorting to any means to achieve his goal.
"Stop shaking, actually, there is a way."
With his practiced art of coaxing, Doraemon finally compromised. Frowning, he took out a plain, square wooden box from his four-dimensional pocket.
It had a snake-head decoration on top, but nothing else seemed unusual.
"What is this thing?"
Nobita leaned over, curiously examining it.
"This is the Medusa's Head, a very terrifying gadget."
"The light beams from its eyes can turn living creatures as hard as stone, so you must use it with extreme caution!"
Doraemon sternly patted the wooden box. A beam of light shot out, instantly turning the room's trash can into a stone block.
"It… it turned into stone…"
"How dangerous…"
Pointing at the trash can with trepidation, Nobi Nobita chickened out, the thought of turning into stone sending shivers down his spine.