Reincarnated as Nobita Nobi

I teleported in just in time with Instant Transmission, my Denkomaru sword gripped tight in my hand. Prince Kuntakku was slashed up bad, looking like he was one breath away from kicking the bucket. Saber, that smug bastard, had blocked an attack but got knocked back hard by my swing. He stared at me, all serious now.

"Who are you?" he demanded, eyeing my sword.

I didn't bother answering right away. I'd already told Doraemon and the others to haul ass ahead—they should be waiting outside the prison walls by now. But we couldn't dick around; those guards outside would get word soon and swarm us like ants on sugar.

"Nobita!" Prince Kuntakku gasped when he saw me, then passed out cold, probably from relief or blood loss. Shit, if I couldn't shake this guy off, escaping would be a nightmare.

"Brus, take Prince Kuntakku and go first! Doraemon and the others are already waiting by the wall to meet you," I said, turning to Brus, who'd rushed over to check the prince's wounds.

"But what about you, Sir Nobita?" Brus asked, looking worried.

"Don't worry about me. I'll escape using my own methods! Hurry up and go! The prince's injuries can't wait!" I urged him.

Brus nodded, considering the prince's state. "Take care, Sir Nobita!" He scooped up the prince and bolted toward the rendezvous point.

"Don't even think about running!" Saber snarled, raising his sword to chase them.

I swung my Denkomaru with one hand, blocking his path. He had no choice but to stop and clash with me.

Thanks to the feedback from my superpowers, my strength had skyrocketed, and my body was tougher than ever. Hell, that was a big reason I could keep up with my harem—stamina like a machine, pounding away night after night without breaking a sweat. A strong body is the foundation of revolution, after all!

Even so, my raw power was still way below Saber's—about on par with the prince's, maybe. But the Denkomaru gave me that extra boost, and my agility from the superpower feedback let me barely hang in there. We traded blows a few times, black and yellow swords smashing together, sparks flying like fireworks.

The Denkomaru was made of some insane future-tech material—it held up against a real sword without a scratch. Doraemon's gadgets never cease to amaze.

After a few clashes, Saber glanced at the soldiers regrouping around us and smirked. "Your skills aren't bad. I'll allow you to surrender! Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to kill you!"

I knocked him back hard one more time and grinned. "This battle has gone on long enough. It's time for me to leave!"

Saber sensed something off and barked at his soldiers to loose arrows. But I was already gone—Instant Transmission took me out of there in a blink. Their shots hit empty air.

…

Saber murmured to himself, leaning on his sword. "How could such a powerful enemy be working for the prince? Could the prophecy of Bauwanko the First be true?"

Two soldiers emerged from the crowd behind him—Bernard and Balderry. They were holding a small dog-headed person.

"Lord Saber, what now?" Bernard and Balderry asked cautiously.

"First, return and report the situation to Lord Daburanda! As for the little brat you captured, lock him up for now. After this ambush, they're unlikely to come back, and he's not as valuable as Brus anyway."

With that, Saber swung his black cloak behind him and led the soldiers away.

Only Bernard and Balderry followed, grumbling, "Damn little brat, caused us so much trouble, and we still get no credit!"

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I popped back in with Instant Transmission and reunited with Doraemon and the others. The prince and Brus had made it, but Chippo was missing—captured, apparently.

Doraemon looked worried sick about the kid, but I reassured him. "Chippo isn't like Brus; he's not that important to them. He should be fine. We can come back to rescue him later."

Everyone nodded after hearing my take, especially with the prince out cold and bleeding. We piled into the carriage we'd arrived in and hightailed it out of there.

On the way, I explained why I couldn't just Instant Transmission everyone: I couldn't handle that many people at once, and the turbulence would rip the prince apart with his injuries. It'd kill him instantly. They got it.

We stopped and started a bunch along the road, clueless about our next move—especially with the prince down. Lucky for us, the soldiers had only sealed off the city; outside, there weren't many checkpoints.

Just as we were feeling totally lost, the carriage rounded a corner, and a woman waved us down, signaling us to come over. Even from afar, her curves were impossible to miss—voluptuous as hell, like she was poured into that outfit.

Before we could get too suspicious, she called out, "I know Chippo!"

We lowered our guard a little but stayed cautious. When she got closer, her face was hidden—wrapped up tight from head to toe, probably to avoid recognition. But those curves? Still screaming for attention.

"I'm Chippo's mother!" she said straight up.

We all exchanged looks. Chippo just got nabbed—how the hell did his mom show up now? She didn't explain much, just told us to follow her and she'd fill us in later.

With no better plan, we ditched the carriage—it was too flashy and trackable—and followed on foot. Brus carried the prince, and we walked until we hit this secluded little courtyard. It wasn't big like Brus's place, but it was a spot to crash, and that's what mattered.

That's when she finally unwrapped herself. I was a bit surprised—beast-eared girl? Nah, more like a dog girl. This kingdom was weird: guys were full dog-headed humanoids, but the women were closer to human, with those cute features mixed in.

I couldn't help but think about beast-eared girls—I hadn't tasted one yet. The idea got my blood pumping, imagining pinning one down, those ears twitching as I claimed her.

She had a gray headscarf with yellow-white dog ears poking out, and she wore a simple gray robe, the traditional getup here. But her face was refined, and that body?

Voluptuous, begging to be explored—curves that could make a guy lose his mind.

"I am Chippo's mother!" she introduced herself again. "I just escaped from the work site. I happened to run into you all causing a commotion at the prison, which drew away the soldiers, so we took the chance to flee the site. On the way, I saw two guards capturing Chippo, holding wanted posters they were about to put up."

Actually, those posters had gone up after the guards, but now they'd probably add Brus to the list.

"So, on my way back, I ran into you and wanted to ask if you could please save Chippo!"

With that, the beast-eared beauty dropped to her knees right in front of us, begging. Her robe shifted just enough to tease those full breasts, and the way she looked up at me... damn, it stirred something primal.

For some reason, seeing her like that—vulnerable, desperate, those ears perked and her curves on display—a wicked phrase popped into my head: Madam, you wouldn't want that, would you? Oh, I could already picture it. I'd lean in close, whisper that I'd save her precious little Chippo... but only if she paid up. Right here in this courtyard, I'd make her strip off that robe, get on all fours like the dog girl she was, those ears flopping as I mounted her from behind. I'd grip her hips, thrust deep and hard, feeling her tight warmth clench around me while she whimpered and begged for more, her beast instincts taking over. No holding back—I'd fill her up, mark her as part of my harem, pounding until she was a moaning mess, her body trembling from the overload. Yeah, that'd be the price for my help. After all, a guy's gotta collect his rewards.

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