"Lift your leg, come on, put on your equipment."
"Forget it, I'll just get you a clean one. The warm one can't be worn."
The sounds of the boudoir ended, and Nobi Hiroshi used tissue to wipe his mouth and Shizuka's small mouth.
He picked up the fabric that had fallen at the door; it couldn't be worn anymore. So he chose a pink lace basic garment from the treasure trove in the drawer.
Following the snow-white soles of her feet, he slowly pulled it up to her waist, covering the mountain lord and the peach.
[Note: Mountain Lord, also a cute tiger]
"Plop~"
The spring powerfully slapped against her skin, a melodious sound, pleasant to listen to endlessly.
"Hiroshi... for tomorrow's cooking class, you have to be careful. If Gian asks us to taste something, we absolutely must run away."
With her pearly teeth slightly parted, Shizuka's trembling hands pressed on the boy's shoulders, maintaining balance. Her lifted leg landed, and she put back on her own item.
Her expression was somewhat enjoying, reveling in these seemingly trivial small acts.
At the same time, she reminded her young boyfriend, telling him the forbidden rules of cooking class: absolutely no involvement with Gian. The previous lesson was that Oki-kun stayed in the hospital for half a month.
Even though the ingredients were fresh that day, they caused food poisoning. When he returned to school, he had lost a lot of weight.
"Okay, I remember. See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye..."
Shizuka looked on reluctantly, tilting her chin up, and pouting her pink lips, waiting.
Mu~
Leaning in for a soft kiss, a satisfied Hiroshi put on his backpack and waved goodbye, even though he might secretly visit again at night.
But that was for a more important matter, because his wife wanted a child.
"It's so hot, what a hellish weather."
"Although I don't really mind, at such a hot temperature, it'll probably go bad later."
Walking in the alley, Nobi Hiroshi tugged at the collar sticking to his chest, enchanted with holy water, giving off a fresh and elegant scent.
It sounds good.
Unless the scorching heat can't evaporate your sweat, otherwise the enchantment will mutate and become a poisonous debuff.
…
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"It's really embarrassing, isn't it? Every time your gadgets get snatched away by others, and then you end up with a black eye and a swollen face. Don't you feel resentful?"
"You should fight back! Please, show some manly spirit."
At Nobi's house, Doraemon punched and kicked at the air, looking indignantly at Nobita in front of him, hands on his hips, scolding him.
He had such amazing gadgets, but they changed hands in less than a day. Those were things he bought with his own money.
Although they were cheap goods nobody really needed, sold off at a discount.
"I know, you're so noisy."
"Who decided this anyway? Why do boys have to be strong and brave? I can't beat those big guys at all."
A dejected Nobita lay on the ground, constantly drawing circles with his finger.
With a furrowed brow, he pondered, complaining about why he was such a weakling, feeling sorry for himself.
"What are you saying?"
Doraemon almost laughed in exasperation, his lips twitching, mechanical parts whirring madly.
"Nobita, look, the character for 'man' is a combination of 'field' and 'strength', while the character for 'woman' is like holding hands, combined with a kneeling posture."
It took a while for him to return to normal, and Doraemon tried his best to explain to Nobita calmly.
"If that's the case, I should be a girl. If I were a girl, I probably wouldn't be bullied."
"Doraemon, you have something like that, right?"
Having already thought it through at school, Nobita suddenly stood up, sat up straight, and looked at Doraemon with a serious expression.
The bruises near his eyes still hurt a bit, making his expression somewhat comical.
"I do have the gadget, but is that really the case?"
"...Forget it, I'll let you experience it yourself. Maybe you'll learn a lesson."
Doraemon lowered his head, rummaging through his pocket, and pulled out a pink hairband, ordinary-looking but a black technology from the 22nd century.
"Wow! What is it?"
"Transformation Hairband. As long as you wear it, you can... at least your appearance will be that of a girl, and people around you will treat you as a girl."
"Great, lend it to me, lend it to me!"
"Alright, there you go."
"Yay, with this, I won't be bullied anymore!"
Nobita was overjoyed and put on the hairband. His shorts instantly turned into a skirt, his face was slightly reshaped, and a ponytail appeared at the back of his head.
He certainly looked like a girl.
However, his appearance was simply hard to evaluate; it had a beauty that caused physiological discomfort.
"Great, I really turned into a girl!"
Crossing his legs, Nobita narcissistically examined himself, preparing to go downstairs to look in the mirror.
The moment the door opened, he came face to face with Nobi Hiroshi, who had just returned.
"Hiroshi, you're back! Don't you think I'm very different from usual?"
Nobita looked at Hiroshi, smiled slyly, and struck what he considered a cute pose.
"No... Nobita... Xiong Zi, you are indeed different today. Let's talk later, I'm going to take a shower first."
Clutching his chest, Nobi Hiroshi returned to his room with an awkward smile, feeling a bit nauseous, his face pale and somewhat unwell.
"What's wrong? What's out of place? How did I used to put up with her?"
"Too strange, too strange."
Dropping his schoolbag, Nobi Hiroshi slumped onto the tatami mat, still shaken, and took a sip of cold water from his cup to calm his nerves.
He reached back with a small hand, a chill ran down his spine, and he was already drenched in sweat, trembling with fear.
Due to the influence of the hairband, the person Nobi Nobita had disappeared, and only Xiong Zi, as a girl, was Nobi Tamako's child.
However, unlike others, Hiroshi's intense mental power caused Nobi Nobita and Xiong Zi's shadows to overlap, creating a subconscious feeling that the person was a male-to-female cross-dresser, and not even the 'little blue bird' version, which would give one a chilling experience.
"Sigh, how can I say she's a girl? I still shouldn't show too much disgust."
Patting his cheeks, Nobi Hiroshi pulled himself together, grabbed his clean change of clothes, and prepared to go downstairs to take a bath.
On the way, he met Nobi Tamako, who was combing Xiong Zi's hair, presenting a beauty that caused a physiological discomfort.
Nobi Hiroshi, with a forced smile, still nodded out of politeness, greeting the idiotic cross-dresser, then quickly slipped away.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he thought that even if he wore a skirt, he would look ten thousand times better than her.
Now, even Jaiko seemed acceptable; at least there wouldn't be any psychological or physiological discomfort, she was just purely not good-looking.
"Xiong Zi, as a girl, why are you eating so rudely?"
At the dining table, Yuzi criticized her "daughter's" crude behavior, gobbling down rice with a bowl in her hands, completely unrelated to chewing slowly and carefully.
If others found out, they might think she hadn't been properly educated.
"Okay, I understand."
Putting down her chopsticks, Nobi Nobita began to imitate her mother's eating style.
She silently complained that being a girl was not an easy task; even eating had to be restricted.
"I… I'm full."
"Only eating this much? Is it that Aunt Tamako's cooking today isn't to your taste?"
"No, Aunt Tamako, I ate too much at noon, so I can't fit anything else in my stomach now."
Hiroshi, with a troubled expression, put down his chopsticks, finished his miso soup, and returned to his room.
He had no appetite; he clearly loved Yuzi's cooking the most, yet today he only ate two bowls, when usually three bowls were the minimum.
It seems I am truly ill; I don't even want to take care of Madam Jingyu anymore, I just want to go back to my room and sleep, hoping tomorrow morning this will all be a nightmare.