The complete novel "Transmigrating into Doraemon" by author qmqm123

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Transmigrating into Doraemon (Part 1).

What a bummer! I was just organizing old books on my rooftop, maybe even masturbating, when suddenly everything went black and I ended up in this godforsaken place?

Tatami mats? Paper doors? Ignoring the small pile of strange things in the center of the room, I looked around for a while. The room looked familiar, a typical Japanese room, but I'd never been to Japan. Had I seen it in some adult film?

I hesitated for a few steps, then suddenly felt something strange about my body. Looking down, I saw short arms and legs, and I was wearing an old-fashioned school uniform… Where did my tall, strong body go? How did I become a primary school student? Could it be that I was drugged by that mysterious black-clad organization that specializes in torturing young geniuses, like Conan? Although I admit I'm incredibly knowledgeable, with countless dirty jokes and sex education enough to qualify me for a doctoral degree, I remember always being very humble and low-key. Even my forum ID has "lurking" in it; I'm always a lurker. How did I get caught like this?

After thinking for a while, I felt I needed to understand my current body. Being a young kid wasn't so bad; I could regain my virginity when I grew up. Right now, I could use my high intelligence to ensure I was a virgin elementary school student. But what if I was a dwarf and impotent? That would be the worst!

After rummaging around, I finally found a mirror. Damn, it was covered in such a thick layer of dust! Was I in some abandoned, deserted area?

After muttering to myself for a while, I wiped off the dust and looked inside. Hmm, big, bright eyes, a round head, and a fairly handsome face as long as I didn't lewdly smile. I was a minor kid, and the appearance wasn't bad. Although I couldn't compare to my original appearance, it wasn't an insult to me. But why did this look so familiar?

Those silly eyes, that punchable face... it looked exactly like Nobita Nobi from Doraemon, the guy with negative luck!

Was I kidding? The more I looked, the more he looked like him. I looked around suspiciously. This room now seemed to resemble that guy's room. Could I really have become that guy? To find out what was going on, I ran out of the room. Damn, just like in the manga, it was a two-story house! Even in China these days, two-story houses aren't common anymore. I just couldn't believe that the normal Japanese world would tolerate such an oddity!

With my last remaining doubt, I tragically pulled open the paper door on the first floor. A beautiful, mature woman with a curvaceous figure appeared before me, her skin as white as snow, her hair as black as clouds. Oh, my eyes lit up. Just as I was about to strike up a conversation, the woman suddenly turned to look at me and blurted out, "Nobita, have you finished your homework?!"

Ugh, what a jarring line! Shouldn't we be saying, "The weather's nice today, let's go out for a meal, handsome guy!"

But what did she call me? Nobita? Had I really traveled into the world of Doraemon?

Even with my usually thick skin, I was stunned by this audacious statement. Without any resistance, this cheap, mature woman dragged me by the ear back to my room on the second floor, and it took me a while to come to my senses.

"I don't want to be transported to this godforsaken place! Nobita's world is still only a third-grade elementary school student after living forty or fifty years, and this world is practically pure. There are no rampant pornographic novels, no lewd, sexually frustrated beautiful mature women, let alone the pornographic films flying all over the internet. Why, why did I transport to Japan, the AV superpower, and it's as pure as plain water? God, are you even giving a sex education professor like me a chance to survive? I'll suffocate!"

I lay on the floor, feeling utterly humiliated and on the verge of death. There was no way around it. In a normal world, as a transmigrator, I'd definitely be rolling in money. But in a manga world, who knows what my familiar history would look like? Wait,

there's Doraemon, right? I can have him bring out the incredible "what if" phone booth. Just make a call and say, "What if Japan in this world were incredibly lewd?" and everything would be fine! Hahaha, I'm a genius! After a period of madness, I finally came to my senses.

But where is Doraemon? I haven't seen him since I got here. Is he off chasing some female cat? What a lewd and shameless guy.

Changing my perspective, I suddenly felt that this world was actually quite wonderful. With Doraemon's amazing gadgets, even without the phone booth, couldn't I start my own AV company? Hmph, I'd personally star in the lead role… Ugh, I can't think about it, my mouth is watering. That damn Doraemon must be really in heat, why isn't he back yet? As

I pondered, my gaze fell on a pile of things in the center of the room. Those things didn't seem to be things that could be made in this world. Could they be one of Doraemon's strange gadgets? Anyway, I had nothing better to do, so I picked up all the things in the center of the room and examined them closely. There

were seven items in total, and one was a tattered book with only a few pages left. Judging from its structure, it didn't seem like a modern product. But given its condition, it probably wasn't very useful. If someone were to use it out of their mind, it might not have any effect, but it could even have side effects.

I watched a bit of Doraemon when I was a kid, so I quickly figured out things like the bamboo copter and the gift wrapping cloth. They were great, practically essential for peeping and escaping! As for the other five things: a capsule, something that looked like a wire, an empty book, and two inexplicable electronic devices.

The electronic devices might be junk or treasure, but the book was basically something that disrupted the balance. But I liked it, hehehe… Let's do an experiment first. I wrote a line on it with a flourish, then flew to the window at lightning speed and looked around. After a while, the street remained calm as usual, much to my disappointment. I sat back down on the floor and looked at the page: "Women are running naked in the street!" A line of large, flamboyant characters. I frowned, my handsome brows furrowing. It didn't make sense. Was it something that appeared simply because it was written, or was it set to something forbidden, refusing to comply if the limit was crossed?

After careful consideration for a while, I wrote another sentence: "I found money while walking, then strode out the door, circled the house, and came back, but didn't see even a single coin lying there. This... this..." Confused, I put down the book, deciding it was better to study those two appliances first, to build up some confidence.

I immediately abandoned the one that looked like a TV remote, with just as many buttons. I picked up the other thing that looked like a TV receiver, and examined its twelve accompanying accessories for a long time. Suddenly, it seemed familiar; I felt like I'd seen it somewhere before. A genius like me wouldn't have a vague recollection of something without a reason. If I did, it would definitely be helpful to my grand ambition!

After thinking for a long time, I clapped my hands. It was that rather lewd sensory monitor! Apparently, if you attach one of those twelve little things to someone and wear a receiver, you can obtain all of that person's subsequent sensations and visions. I remember thinking when I read the comics, what if I threw one at a man with a beautiful wife? That night, hehehehe… I chuckled lewdly, without any clear meaning. Who should I throw one at? With this thing, even if I'm impotent…oops, wrong word, even if my body hasn't fully developed, I can easily have a one-man sex session, and I don't have to worry about getting any diseases. With this thing, I'd rather not go back to my original world!

There aren't many beautiful women in Doraemon's world, especially mature ones. After thinking for a long time, I decided that my current cheap mom is the most mature and beautiful, and I even have a kind of incestuous pleasure with her—she's the perfect target!

Placing the transmitter was easy, but getting them to do *that* was difficult. Nobita's father was a head shorter than his wife and quite old, probably nearing the end of his life. If it weren't for the fact that my current body wasn't old enough and his wife was so fierce towards me, I'd be happy to do it for him… I turned my head and looked at the gift wrapping on the ground, and an idea suddenly popped into my head. I said, “Aphrodisiac, lust enhancer!”

Hmm, nothing came out of the gift wrapping. Perhaps the name is too broad, encompassing too many categories, requiring further subdivision… “Well… I love a pillar… ‘Strange Lust’ and ‘Joyful Delight’? Are you kidding me? Such famous things aren’t even here! The quality of Japanese products is truly terrible!” I sighed, looking up at the sky. In erotic novels, every character, protagonist or supporting character, carries a huge bag of these things, and I can’t even produce them here using future technology? The novel's author is truly inhuman! Let’s

try another country, I thought stubbornly. If China doesn’t have it, what about America? “Viagra!”

A packet of capsules with English letters suddenly appeared in the gift wrapping. I was speechless. The Japanese are truly despicable; even aphrodisiacs are American-made… They dare to discriminate against our country’s powerful aphrodisiac with a five-thousand-year history just because of nationality! I, the lurking little lecher, solemnly swear that I will not rest until I turn this pure world of Japan back into an AV nation!!

After casually testing the monitor's functions, it was already dinnertime. I confidently walked downstairs, glancing around, but Doraemon still hadn't returned. Of course, being ready to do something naughty, I hoped the fat cat would never come back, perhaps dying from exhaustion on some female cat.

However, I had to maintain appearances, so I sidled up to the beautiful mature woman, trying to grope her, and asked, "Where's Doraemon? I haven't seen him for a while!"

Perhaps moved by my enthusiasm, Nobita's mother, Tamako, reached out and hugged me, burying my face in her ample bosom (mmm, so soft and comfortable), gently stroking my head, saying, "Poor Nobita, did you study too hard and mess it up? We can't afford Doraemon!"

"No?" I forgot about my groping and looked up in surprise. Had I not transmigrated into Doraemon's world...? But what were all those strange machines?

Actually, I did time-travel, but I was struck by lightning and landed inside a pile of old books waiting to be sorted, specifically a Doraemon comic. Since Doraemon is a robot, he was instantly knocked away. The few items left in the room were all futuristic inventions used in that comic's chapters. As for the half-destroyed book, it's because the latter half of its chapter was in this comic, so not all the products appeared.

Of course, I know nothing about all of this right now, so hearing that Doraemon doesn't exist, I was momentarily at a loss. Without Doraemon's vast toolkit, how could I build my AV empire with just these few things? I was even thinking of using a magnifying lamp to amplify my fifth limb, but now that's all hopeless… A true pervert won't be defeated by such a blow. Before even eating, I rallied my spirits. Don't I still have the bamboo copter and the gift wrapping cloth—essential items for voyeurism and escape? And then there's the extremely lewd feeling monitor. Even without anything else, that's enough for me to live a happy and fulfilling life! Wahahaha! While eating ,

I secretly poured half a bottle of Viagra into the tea that Nobita's father, Daisuke Nobi, was going to drink. (What? That's too much... I don't care what happens to him. Besides, who knows if he's taken a lot of aphrodisiacs before and developed a tolerance? I'd better pour a little more to be safe.) After thinking for a moment, I poured in the remaining half bottle, stirred it with chopsticks, and quickly left. (Author: Would anyone dare to drink this stuff? Lurking Little Pervert: I'm just writing a novel, why are you taking it so seriously?!) Not long after dinner, I was sitting in the living room watching TV, feeling distracted, when that short, fat Nobi Daisuke walked in, his face flushed, staring at me with bloodshot eyes. That look in his eyes was so lewd… “[The whole thing], right now my body is still that of a weak elementary school student, and the body of the notorious good-for-nothing Nobita. What if he suddenly attacks me…” Just as I was filled with fear and regret for giving him too much of the drug, which might have caused him to have side effects and become interested in men, he suddenly reached out his hand… “Ah…” I screamed and dodged to the side. Then I looked closely and saw that he was holding a 10,000 yen bill in his hand. What was he doing? Did he want me to sell myself? I could consider a million, but 10,000 yen… “Nobita, here’s the money. Remember, don’t come back before 10 p.m.!!”

“So you wanted to bribe me…” He actually doubted the quality of Viagra. As a sexology professor, I felt really embarrassed. But as a man myself, I also understood the effects of that bottle of Viagra. So I mercifully accepted the large sum of money and walked out of the house under the watchful eyes of Nobita, that old pervert.

(Doraemon Crossing - Part 2)

As soon as I stepped outside, I rushed to the open space, hid in a concrete pipe, and then put the monitor on my head. Immediately, the scene of my parents' bedroom appeared before my eyes. Thankfully, Nobita's beautiful daughter, Tamako, was quite reserved, and her clothes were still neat. She wasn't being sexually assaulted.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" Mom Tamako cried out when Nobita Daisuke grabbed her full, high breasts and kneaded them forcefully. Of course, she wasn't really panicked; she was probably just afraid of being caught by her adopted son.

"I want you," Nobita Daisuke said. "Don't worry, Nobita won't be back for a while..."

Oh, I felt a very soft sensation coming from the monitor.

Mom still seemed a little scared. She tried to push Dad's hands away. "Stop messing around, it's still early. If you want it, wait until tonight... Ah!"

Dad ignored her resistance, panting heavily as he began to unbutton her blouse. The white loungewear slipped off her shoulders, revealing Mom's full, snow-white breasts. Although the white bra looked a bit tacky, the deep cleavage made me excited. "Quick, quick, come on, push harder, come on!" I wiped my drool and cheered him on from the open space.

Dad's hands reached into her cleavage, kneading her soft, elastic breasts, and then with a forceful tug, he ripped off the bra. Mom's large, round breasts sprang out, trembling in the air, and her pink nipples, stimulated by Dasuke's earlier caresses, stood erect. Ugh, I can't take it, I'm going to get a nosebleed.

Nobi Daisuke reached out and kneaded her bouncing breasts. The sensation was so soft and elastic. He kissed and kneaded them, making my mother's face flush with desire, her eyes half-closed, and she began to hum intoxicating moans.

Nobi Daisuke, naturally, couldn't resist either. His five fingers continued to knead and rub her large, elastic breasts. Although Nobi's mother was over thirty, she possessed a mature charm, a full, voluptuous body, smooth skin, and especially her plump breasts that seemed almost dripping with moisture—truly the mother I had longed for since my transmigration. (You've only been transmigrated for a day, haven't you…?) My mother moaned, trying desperately to cover her breasts, pleading, "Mmm…don't touch there, Daisuke, no, no, ah, no…no… ah…" Gradually, only moans remained.

Although I could experience the same sensations my father felt with the aid of the device, I was still jealous. Why wasn't it me touching them there!

After touching her for a while, Nobi Daisuke put his mouth to Tamako's and kissed her. I was startled to feel a tongue suddenly in my mouth, but I immediately realized that the old pervert must have sucked my mother's tongue into his mouth. To be honest, it felt really good.

My parents kissed each other like that. My father's hand skillfully reached my mother's waist, unbuttoned her skirt, and pulled it down, revealing her long, white thighs. Of course, my father didn't just take off her skirt. His hand slipped under my mother's panties and into her forbidden area, feeling her lush pubic hair. Then his index finger crawled to a tight crevice, and his palm cupped my mother's mound, stroking and kneading it. It was so soft and comfortable. It really felt like I was touching it myself. My mother, like a flower that had been parched

for a long time, was now being touched and kissed by my father, making her heart pound and her body twist. Her full body softly nestled into my father's arms.

With a beauty in his arms, Dad, naturally, couldn't resist the temptation. He impatiently laid Mom down on the bed and stripped her naked like a banana. Mom crossed her arms to protect her ample breasts, still somewhat shy and not daring to look at Dad. As Dad undressed, Mom hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself. I sneered inwardly. Did he think such a little trick could stump us lecherous father and son? Dad, go!

Nobi Daisuke obediently ripped off the blanket, exposing Mom's naked body before she could react. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her snow-white, tender flesh. Her plump breasts trembled with her breath, and her round, plump buttocks were covered with long, dark pubic hair. Her mons pubis was high and full like a small steamed bun—truly a natural beauty.

"Damn it, Nobi Daisuke, how did you manage to marry such a beautiful wife!" I was about to launch into another tirade to vent my jealousy when I noticed my mother, now somewhat sober, immediately clutching her ample breasts with both hands, her pink legs tightly clamping her pubic hair-covered secret area, crying out, "Don't do this... Daisuke, don't... please..." Her eyes were brimming with tears, as if she were about to cry.

"Damn it, Nobi Daisuke is a beast! How could he bear to bully such a beautiful wife!" I angrily changed my tune. (Author: Do you even have the right to say such things?) Seeing my mother still so shy even in this state, I felt anxious just watching from the side. Nobi Daisuke, who had just finished a whole bottle of Viagra, saw my mother's blushing face and his eyes blazed with lust. He pounced on her curvaceous body, pinning her to the bed, then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her fragrant lips. I could smell the scent of my mother's hair and flesh—it was so stimulating!

After Mom was kissed until she was completely lost in passion, Nobi Daisuke removed her hands and began kneading her exposed breasts, while his other hand forcefully squeezed and caressed her plump, white buttocks from behind. After fondling her breasts for a while, his hand moved down to caress her fleshy mons pubis. By this time, my cheap mom's tender little hole was already dripping wet with slippery, lustful fluid, and I could feel a hot, sticky heat rising from my crotch.

Damn Nobi Daisuke, looking down, looking down! I was incredibly frustrated that I could only observe through his eyes. This sensual pleasure, while incredibly stimulating, sometimes made me impatient, wishing I could run over and take his place.

Finally, when he grabbed Mom's legs and spread them open, I immediately widened my eyes and looked at Mom's lovely private parts. Wow! Between her snow-white thighs, a bulging crevice of flesh stretched out, thick pubic hair covering her high mons pubis, glistening with her flowing vaginal fluids. A bright red clitoris trembled incessantly with her father's probing movements, her plump labia majora opening constantly opening and closing. Her cheap father's hands were already soaked with her vaginal fluids… Ugh, I fucking want to chop him off!

My malicious curses were of course impossible; her cheap father was still kissing her snow-white breasts while using his fingers, slippery with her vaginal fluids, to part her plump labia and gently insert them into her vagina. Her mother moaned repeatedly as his fingers probed her, her bones seemingly melting as she slumped limply onto the bed.

"No…you're so bad…no…" Completely naked, her face flushed with shame, her body trembled as her father's fingers penetrated deeper into her vagina. Unable to withstand the stimulation, she could only protest verbally.

Seeing a rare opportunity, Nobi Daisuke pulled out his five-inch-long penis (even after taking Viagra, it's still so small... wait, what's with Mom's expression? She's stunned. Damn, I'll show you mine sometime... Oh right, it's not fully developed yet, I'm so angry!), grasped it with his hand, and pressed it against Mom's labia. His large glans pushed open the soft flesh gate and entered.

"Ah!" Mom groaned and clenched her teeth.

I only felt as if my penis had entered a wonderful place, wet, slippery, soft, and warm. My steel-like penis was thrusting back and forth in the tight flesh hole... Of course, this was an illusion. What was actually inside was Nobi Daisuke's old perverted little penis. Just thinking about it made me furious.

Nobita's mother had only ever been violated by his father's tiny penis, less than a centimeter long (Diving Little Pervert: Oh my god, author, you're exaggerating! Is someone that short even a man? Isn't this clearly trying to make Nobita's mother cheat on him later? Author: Wouldn't you be the one to benefit? Diving Little Pervert: I won't let the good stuff go to outsiders, never mind...). She had never been penetrated by something so thick before, so now her body could only instinctively accept his penis.

After the penis was fully inside his mother's body, it lingered for a while. Just as his mother was about to catch her breath, his father couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting. His big penis filled his mother completely again, and as the speed of the thrusting increased, the pleasure in his mother's lower body also rapidly expanded. Every time it penetrated deeply, she let out a soul-stirring moan, twisting her snow-white buttocks back and forth, while her full, snow-white breasts bounced up and down with the thrusting movements.

Although I wasn't actually operating it, the tangible feeling was still incredibly exhilarating. Seeing her usually stern and cold face from the manga turn red and confused was quite satisfying. "Sigh," I thought, "what a pity my body hasn't even developed yet, all for nothing, given to Nobi Daisuke..." "Oh, Daisuke, you're really good tonight..." Mom cried out in a daze. Dad seemed to be enjoying it too, continuing his thrusting, his hands constantly squeezing and rubbing her breasts. This caused Mom to become incredibly wet, emitting waves of lewd sounds.

Waves of pleasure transmitted to my brain through the sensory monitor, making me feel like I was floating on clouds. But at this crucial moment, I suddenly felt someone fiddling with my body. Damn it! Who dared to disturb me at such a wonderful moment? I was so annoyed that I wanted to wait until this [full text] to teach them a lesson for their lewdness, but the sensations in my body kept coming in waves, forcing me to disconnect. If it weren't for this thing's recording function that allowed me to review at any time, I would have immediately transformed into a demon and chopped those who disturbed me down!

I opened my eyes fiercely and immediately screamed in fright, "A monster!!!"

There stood a black bear and a fox dressed in clothes in front of me. The two unidentified creatures had disgusting smirks on their lips. Hearing my scream, the two unidentified creatures looked around strangely. "A monster? Where's the monster? Nobita, are you still half asleep?"

The black bear and the fox, no, they should be Gian and Fuku from the manga. Fuck, they look so much like monsters, and they even come out at night to scare people... I hope no pretty girl saw my lapse in composure. I thought to myself as I looked around guiltily.

"Hey, Da Xiong, you're not talking about us, are you? You've got some nerve!" A Fu seemed a bit smarter than Ji An, quickly realizing what was happening and yelling menacingly.

Looking around, I saw no beautiful women passing by and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness no one saw me doing something so embarrassing. What? This body I'm currently inhabiting is already infamous for its shameful behavior… Haven't you heard of a prodigal son returning home?!

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I was still savoring the afterglow of pleasure when that sly fox A Fu reached out and shoved me. All my attention had been focused on the moment I was about to give in to his lewd advances, and now that I was in such a state, I was suddenly pushed away.

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