"Nobita, don't worry. As long as you use it carefully, it's still very convenient!"
Seeing Nobita's fear, Doraemon patiently explained.
"I don't care! Quickly give me a safer gadget. I don't want to turn into stiff stone!"
"Don't be unreasonable! I'm trying my best to find a solution for you. Ultimately, isn't it your own problem?"
Doraemon angrily placed the box in front of Nobita, aimed at his legs, and pulled the wooden box, a strange beam of light shot out.
"Duo La, what are you doing?" Nobi Nobita screamed in terror.
At the same time, as the petrification effect spread, his fleshy legs had already become as stiff as stone, turning bronze and unable to move.
"My… my legs!!!"
"My legs can't move!"
"Stone legs, they don't hurt at all. It's truly amazing."
Nobita's face broke into a continuous smile as he realized, completely unable to feel his legs. He could stand for as long as he wanted without issue.
"This is great! It doesn't matter if I have to stand in punishment every day, hehehehe!"
"Nobita, I didn't take out this gadget for you to rely on it. You should try to avoid being punished by the teacher through your own efforts."
Having seen through his thoughts, Doraemon crossed his arms and frowned, as if he had done something wrong.
He hoped it wouldn't cause any trouble.
"Oh! Right, Doraemon, how do I turn this back?"
The overjoyed Nobita suddenly remembered a very important question. He couldn't be stone for the rest of his life, so he quickly asked.
"You don't have to worry, it's very simple. You just need to pull the snake head to restore it to normal."
Doraemon demonstrated by pulling the snake head on top of the wooden box.
Immediately, the sensation in his fleshy legs returned, the bronze color faded, and he stomped his feet a few times, feeling no discomfort.
Just as Nobita was feeling smug, Nobi Hiroshi, after school, went with Shizuka to a department store in town to do something important.
The selection at the street-side shops was too incomplete; it was difficult to gather all the equipment.
"Hiroshi, why did you bring Tachibana along?"
"Shh, Shizuka, did you forget the promise you made to me? You can't drive other girls away."
Nobi Hiroshi leaned closer, speaking like a scoundrel. His 'wings' couldn't be tied down; they had to get along well.
"I know, I just care~"
Shizuka looked at the shy, curly-haired girl beside her, pouting unhappily.
What was done was done; it was too late to blame him for being a playboy. Whether mentally or physically, once accustomed, it was impossible to let go; she could only slowly submit.
Little did Tian Mei know how much she resented him at that moment, and how grateful she would be in the future.
It wasn't a cow, but a dragon plowing the field; the effect was imaginable.
Both fertile and delicate land would be ruined. The only way to alleviate this was to make the land area increasingly vast.
… …
"Ahem, I think this shop will do."
Entering the mall, Nobi Hiroshi spotted the sign for a certain family store from afar and, relying on his Zheng Tai physique, walked in openly.
Since it was a weekday, there weren't many people in the store, but there was still some risk. Nobi Hiroshi used mental hypnosis to make them all leave.
"What a cute little brother, why would he come to a place like this? Is he precocious? Should I be a good person and help him?"
The saleslady watched the cute little brother picking out stockings, her chaotic mind recalling the sibling-themed books she read at night in her apartment to relieve stress.
Taking him home… she would definitely be discovered. It wouldn't be good if she got a stain on her record.
The tempted sales clerk sighed regretfully.
"Hiroshi-kun, do… do you really like these kinds of things?"
Tachibana pursed her lips, looking at the dazzling array of products, her face flushed with embarrassment.
The store's decor was elegant, and under the soft lighting, various lingerie and stockings were neatly displayed on exquisite shelves.
The girl, who had never seen such a grand display, felt subtly uneasy after entering, sensing that the air was filled with a certain * * scent.
"Of course, these are all works of art. Tachibana will look beautiful wearing them too."
His gaze roamed among the shelves, finally settling on a row of colorful stockings.
The boy walked lightly, his fingers gently sliding over the packaging of a pair of white cat-paw stockings, as if he had found the perfect piece of art.
"How about this one? Shizuka, do you want to try it…" His eyes sparkled with anticipation as Nobi Hiroshi turned to look at Tian Mei.
"O-okay…"
The girl nodded, took the cat-paw white stockings, and scurried into the fitting room.
Next, Hiroshi picked up a pair of black stockings with lace edges.
He unfolded the stockings, holding them up to the light to carefully examine their texture and details.
His movements were elegant and meticulous, as if he were handling a precious treasure.
"Tachibana, do you want to try them?"
Nobi Hiroshi said sincerely, then gently squeezed the girl's small hand, a mischievous smile on his face.
"I… I can…"
The girl responded clumsily, reaching out to grasp the black stockings she had never worn before, nervously lowering her head, not daring to look Hiroshi directly in the eye.
Under the soft lighting, Tachibana sat in the changing room, preparing to put on the * * black stockings.
Having no experience, she carefully unfolded the stockings, lifting a corner of her short skirt, revealing the fair and rosy curve of her skin wrapped in blue and white.
Thanks to the hot weather, not many girls were willing to wear that stuffy layer of safety shorts.
After much fumbling, Tachibana lifted one slender white leg, just about to put on the stocking, when the curtain beside her was suddenly pulled open by a small hand.
"Tachibana, are you not ready yet? Or maybe I can help you."
The helpful Nobi Hiroshi ran in, speaking gently.
An inexperienced girl needed guidance, so this was a very reasonable thing to do.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Tachibana stiffly turned sideways, nodded, and handed over the stockings in her hand.
Shyly and timidly, she avoided Nobi Hiroshi's devouring gaze, while secretly delighted in her heart.
"It's nothing, I'm not tired at all."
Nobi Hiroshi, muttering to himself, took the stockings, looked at them for a moment, and then his fingertips gently held her soft ankle.
Softly and steadily, he slowly rolled the stocking upwards, along her smooth ankle, her slightly plump thigh, leaving traces of his fingertips everywhere.
"Mm-hmm…"
Tachibana sat quietly, feeling the warmth of his fingertips and the silkiness of the stockings.
Her flustered heart was not calm; her nimble eyes darted around, and she subconsciously fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
Her gaze fell on Hiroshi's focused face, and a warm current surged in her heart.
The girl liked such careful movements, which made her feel cherished and cared for.
Nobi Hiroshi's movements were very slow, as he didn't want to miss any detail.
He carefully pulled the stockings above her knees, then up her thighs, until they perfectly conformed to her legs.
After putting on one, he started on the other.
Tachibana's heart rate subtly quickened, and the moisture stored in her body began to drain.
The blue and white bowl permeated, its color noticeably deeper, especially clear to Hiroshi, who was squatting on the ground, and the bad state was still expanding.
Ah, just putting on socks can lead to... If it were anything else, he wouldn't even dare to imagine; scenes of flash floods and tsunamis would come to mind.
Shizuka was merely a small mountain stream, far inferior to Tachibana, and even Aunt Tamako, whom he had met, was still a bit lacking.
"Cough, cough, alright Tachibana, go look in the mirror yourself."
Finally, both stockings were on.
Nobi Hiroshi stepped back, admiring his "work," and successfully restrained the Dragon Blood's desire, which was extremely difficult.
"Thank you, Hiroshi."
Tachibana stood up and twirled, the stockings perfectly fitted to her slender legs, her smile carrying a hint of shyness and satisfaction.
One black, one white, like the soul-reaping envoys of the underworld, Nobi Hiroshi's gaze constantly swept between Tachibana and Shizuka.
One could only say it was hard to distinguish who was better; the specific outcome would depend on practical combat, with the side whose socks were dirtiest achieving ultimate victory.
Walking to the checkout, Nobi Hiroshi quickly selected a bag of firearms and paid, and by the way, bought a new clean and refreshing pair of underwear for Tachibana.
As for the original, he reluctantly accepted it.
Leaving the store, Nobi Hiroshi used the Oblivion Stick to make the clerk forget the recent memory, preventing future awkward encounters on the street.
As for why the Oblivion Stick was still in his hand?
One could only say it had been used on Doraemon before returning the gadget, and then he forgot.
"Tachibana, remember to come over this weekend, and bring the gift I bought for you."
"O-okay..."
Tachibana tightly hugged the newly bought stockings, her face filled with anticipation and confusion, but mostly shyness.
What she anticipated was Hiroshi inviting her to play this weekend.
What confused her was why she absolutely had to wear the gift; its purpose was somewhat perplexing.
What made her shy was that her holy relic had been taken by him, and it was soaking wet.
Bidding farewell at the crossroads, Nobi Hiroshi waved to Tachibana, then accelerated his departure with Shizuka.
Having bought so many things, he had to savor each one to see if the money was well spent.
It must be spent wisely!