Doraemon quickly let go of me and panicked.
"Nobita! A-Are you okay?!" Doraemon blubbered, nose running and tears flowing.
"I'm... I'm fine."
Looking at how worked up Doraemon was, I swallowed the words I was about to say.
"Doraemon, you're always so reckless."
That was my mom, Tamako Nobi, scolding him from the side.
"Hehe, sorry, Nobita. It's all my fault. I'm just glad you're okay."
Doraemon scratched his round little hands and gave a sheepish smile.
While they talked, I took a moment to look over at my mom.
Everyone knows her—Tamako Nobi, my mother. Today, she was wearing her big dark sunglasses, a pink round-neck top, and a beige pencil skirt. Classic housewife attire in Japan.
But despite the conservative clothes, it was hard not to notice how curvy she was.
After that soft experience earlier, seeing her now made me realize—she really had been hiding quite the figure under there. You'd never know unless you'd felt it.
Her skin was surprisingly pale. Maybe being a full-time housewife had kept her protected from the sun.
Even though she'd had a kid—me—her body was still in amazing shape. Not a hint of sagging. Long, slender legs, too. Maybe she kept herself fit at home regularly.
She came over and looked me over again, making sure I was okay. Once she was satisfied, she exhaled gently and gave me a warm smile.
"What would you like to eat? Mommy will make you something."
"Anything's fine. Just the usual stuff," I replied.
"Alright. I'll make your favorites," she said kindly.
"And remember to take care of your body. Rest well."
She stood up slowly and turned to Doraemon.
"I won't bother you while you rest. Doraemon, come with me. Don't disturb Nobita anymore. And help me buy groceries while we're out."
As she said that, she grabbed Doraemon by the scruff and headed out, softly closing the door behind her.
I could still hear Doraemon's voice fading in the hallway.
"I wasn't disturbing him! I just wanted to cheer him up so he could recover faster…"
And then, silence.
Coming to this world again isn't so bad, honestly. A caring mom. Doraemon by my side.
Now, I need to think. What should I do with this second chance? I can't waste it.
That thought got interrupted by a sudden image in my head—my mom's body again, the softness I felt earlier. It flashed through my mind like a highlight reel.
Should I go full stallion-type protagonist? You know, build a massive harem?
I mean, what else is reincarnation for if not getting what you couldn't have before?
Money, power... women.
To rule the world by day, and fall asleep in a beauty's lap by night—that's the real dream, right?
Desiring it isn't shameful. As long as I know what I want and stay in control, why not indulge a little?
"Hehehe..."
I couldn't help but smirk a little.
There were so many beauties in the Doraemon world.
Shizuka, of course. Then Lilulu, Tsubasa Ito, Sumire Hoshino, that red-shoes girl, Non-chan…
And a whole lot more just waiting for me.
I was single my whole past life. No way I'm living that same pathetic life again. I'm going to overcompensate for every lonely day.
Man... this must be the bottled-up frustration of thirty years of being single.
If I could trade my old roommate's singlehood for a life filled with love and affection—so be it!
Lost in thought, time slipped by. Before I knew it, it was mealtime.
My mom helped me down the stairs carefully.
Why not have Doraemon help me instead?
Come on. Between a beautiful woman and your bro, who would you choose?
All the way down, I got to experience her amazing body up close again—the gentle scent of her perfume, the way her arm pressed around me, so warm and soft.
Dinner was full of warm and caring conversation, but honestly?
The best part was when she helped me back upstairs.
That soft feeling pressed up against me with every step… her curves impossible to ignore. Not bad at all.