'Make them my mothers and fuck them all?'
Yes, that was exactly what I thought.
But it had been almost ten years since I was reincarnated into this world, and even though living a life of unrestrained luxury, playing with beautiful women as I pleased, and getting anything I wanted with a mere word could only be described as a dream come true, there was one thing I couldn't do, no matter how badly I wanted it.
'I can't fuck!'
Don't get me wrong, I had a dick and could get an erection. But at this age of ten, there was almost no physical stimulation, let alone sperm production.
Not to mention…
'How the fuck am I supposed to have sex with this pepper-sized dick?!'
Even those rare dry orgasms I would have sometimes were solely due to the experienced blowjob and handjob skill of my "mothers."
Of course, some people might say, "Just wait; it's only a matter of time until you grow up and can enjoy everything properly."
To them, I could only give a big, fat NO.
The one thing I had the least of in this world… was time.
Because this was the world of Doraemon, a world stuck in a time loop of 10~11 years.
Remember how Nobita always stayed ten years old, no matter how many episodes aired?
Exactly.
And no, this wasn't some wild imagination of mine but information given to me by the Lust God System, which not only dropped the bombshell on me that I only had eleven total years in this world, with just one year remaining, but also rubbed salt on my wound by giving me this absurd mission.
[Main Mission: Fuck and corrupt at least three key female characters from the main Doraemon storyline as your personal slaves.]
[Note: You cannot use Doraemon's gadgets to directly influence them.]
[Time Limit Remaining: 365 Days]
[Reward: World Travel Ticket x1, Golden Treasure Chest]
[Failure Penalty: Trapped in the world of Doraemon for 479 loops]
Looking at this mission, one might think that it was almost impossible to accomplish with my current physique, but this was the world of Doraemon, where everything was possible.
And while I wasn't allowed to use Doraemon's gadgets to directly affect these key female figures, I didn't intend to rely on those gadgets anyway.
As long as I could overcome the limitation of my immature body, I could handle the rest myself.
That was why I waited patiently, preparing and planning in advance for the day Doraemon would finally arrive from the future… so I could begin my plan in earnest.
Luckily, I hadn't had to wait for long, because on the 10th New Year's Day since I had arrived in this world, one of my men stationed to spy on Nobita's family finally informed me that Doraemon had at last arrived in this world.
'Finally!'
Naturally, I had no plan to confront Doraemon head-on. I knew that although my identity in this world had been rationalized by the system, I couldn't force Doraemon, who came from the future and was most likely being watched by the Space Patrol Department.
Anyway, I already had a plan to deal with him and use his gadget to deal with my immature body, so I wasn't in a rush.
So putting Doraemon aside for the time being, I focused on my first target and decided to start my plan to capture her.
One of the most underrated and beautiful women in the world of Doraemon.
'Here I come, my sexy milf. My dear Shizuka's mother, hehe.'
Without hesitation, I picked up my phone and called my secretary.
"It's time to get started."
***
A few days later.
"Masaru, is there really no other way? Do I really have to publicly apologize to that scum?"
Inside one of the coaches of the Takaoka City Subway, Yoshio Minamoto, a middle-aged salaryman dressed in an old-fashioned suit and dark-rimmed glasses, sat with his face twisted in frustration as he spoke to the slim, similarly dressed man standing beside him, Masaru.
Masaru understood the anger and unease in Yoshio's voice, but he could only shake his head with regret.
"Forgive me, Yoshio."
He didn't offer excuses or explanations, only an apology for being unable to help.
The conversation ended abruptly, followed by silence and the low hum of the train until Yoshio's stop arrived.
With a defeated sigh, he stood up and left the carriage.
"...Shit! Why was I so damn foolish?!"
Recalling the blunder he had made, Yoshio spat words of self-loathing as he walked home alone.
It all started a few days ago, during the company's New Year party, when Yoshio happened to see the head of the Sales Department, Hiroto, groping the new female accountant and dragging her into a secluded corner.
Although Yoshio despised such behavior, he wasn't the kind of man to interfere in others' affairs and would normally have turned a blind eye to such a thing.
But that night, under the influence of alcohol and instigated by a few ill-intentioned coworkers, he decided to "do the right thing" and stand up for the female accountant, confronting Hiroto in front of everyone.
As expected, he was immediately slapped back in the face, and what was supposed to be an act of righteousness quickly turned into a humiliating show when the woman Yoshio thought he was defending didn't take his side.
Instead, she scolded Yoshio in front of the entire office, calling him a delusional scum, while praising Hiroto and stating he had only been helping her get some fresh air after drinking too much.
Only then did Yoshio sober up enough to realize what a foolish thing he had done.
He even suspected that the female accountant might have been intentionally flirting with Hiroto to climb the corporate ladder, pretending to resist just to appear "hard to get."
After all, this was the real world, not some drama.
And even if she had been genuinely harassed, Yoshio knew that after weighing the pros and cons, she naturally wouldn't risk her career to defend a stranger like him.
Fortunately for Yoshio, the woman's scolding did not go too far, and Hiroto also chose not to escalate the situation that night, putting on a magnanimous act.
He even pretended to forgive Yoshio in front of everyone, brushing it off as a misunderstanding.
Nonetheless, since that day, Yoshio's life at the office became hell. Extra workloads and small acts of harassment were just the beginning.
The real problem was fast-spreading vicious rumors, dangerous enough that if left unchecked, they could easily cost him his job... or worse.