Afterward, I held Miyoko and her mother, kissing their similar, now tired faces.
Their two pure white bodies intertwined, covered in marks.
"Nobita, stop messing around, go find Mom instead!"
"I can't take anymore!"
Miyoko murmured with her eyes closed.
Her face still had a faint blush, looking so cute.
On the other side, the beautiful woman had fallen into a deep sleep, a satisfied smile on her face.
They'd been through intense action and were utterly exhausted.
Now, they could only lazily lie in my arms.
Seeing that, I didn't continue playing, as it was clear from their state they couldn't handle more of my impacts.
I had to give up, cover us with the blanket, and hold them both as we fell into a shared sleep.
…
When I woke up, they were no longer beside me.
The door opened, and seeing me up, Miyoko's mom came to help me get out of bed, her expression gentle as she said, "Nobita! You're up? Have some breakfast first!"
It was like serving her husband in the morning.
Looking at this gentle beautiful woman, I could hardly believe how wild she'd been last night.
"Where's Miyoko?"
I asked while watching her dress me.
"She's taking a bath!"
"It's all because you were too rough!"
"And you put so much inside—what if something happens?"
Miyoko's mom scolded playfully.
"If it happens, then let's have it!" I suddenly hugged her.
"You little rascal, wanting us both to have your kids!" The beautiful woman in my arms protested, but it felt like flirting.
But in her heart, thinking about her and her daughter both having children brought some strange feelings.
"Mom! Is breakfast ready?" Miyoko came out of the bathroom, towel-drying her hair as she spoke.
She happened to see me hugging her mother.
"Nobita, you're bullying Mom again!"
Miyoko called out cutely.
"Or should I bully you instead?" I said mischievously.
"No! I couldn't handle it," Miyoko said, her face paling in fear, the memory of last night vivid.
Seeing Miyoko like that, the beautiful woman in my arms couldn't help laughing.
"Mom, you're helping him bully me too!"
Miyoko pouted.
But in the end, I didn't do anything, and we had a nice breakfast together.
Then, I took them both by the hand for a walk by the manor's lake, and we sat cross-legged on the grass.
Miyoko and her mom leaned their heads on my shoulders.
"If we could stay like this forever," Miyoko murmured, looking at the distant manor.
After playing around, we went back home and ate together.
It was like living as a family, and I spent a few warm days with them.
These days, no one disturbed us—maybe Doraemon knew this was my short time to relax.
So he used gadgets to handle any troubles for me.
When I called home to Doraemon, he just said to play as long as I wanted, until I was done.
He'd already explained to mom.
…
But after a few days here, I finally had to say goodbye.
I was afraid if I stayed longer, I wouldn't be able to leave.
This was good—beautiful memories were made.
Miyoko and her mom were extremely reluctant, but they knew they couldn't keep me.
From my and Doraemon's words and actions, they knew I wasn't from this world.
Like a savior who appeared out of nowhere to save them.
Miyoko and her mom hugged me tightly, burying their heads in my chest.
How they wished I could stay forever!
But it wasn't possible—they couldn't restrict my freedom; that wouldn't be good for me.
There might be other worlds like theirs waiting for me to save! They couldn't be so selfish.
"I'm sorry!"
Once again, I could only say that.
"But I'll come back to see you often."
"It's okay, just having your word is enough." Miyoko shook her head.
"Mom and I will always wait for you here!"
Miyoko said with teary eyes and a smile.
I etched that face into my heart forever.
...
Back home, Doraemon had already pulled out the What-if-telephone-booth and was standing beside it, waiting for me.
"Have fun?" Doraemon smiled as he saw me return.
"Yeah, these days were really happy," I replied with a smile.
Suddenly, Doraemon went silent for a moment and said, "But it's time we returned to the original world."
After a pause, I asked, "Doraemon, we can come back, right?"
"Yeah! We can come back."
"Anytime you want!"
I didn't let Doraemon enter the What-if-telephone-booth; I went in myself, since I'd started this adventure with it.
Now I'd end it myself.
I slowly picked up the receiver.
"I want to restore the original world to normal..."
As the phone rang, the world returned to its original track.
No more magic carpets or brooms flying in the sky!
Instead, there were car horns on the streets and the roar of planes in the air.
Doraemon and I were finally back in the original world.
Suddenly, Doraemon let out a sigh of relief.
He said to me, "I thought you were going to stay there forever!"
"I didn't expect you'd resist the temptation!"
"Why'd you think that?"
I looked at Doraemon puzzled.
"After all, there you were the hero who defeated the Demon King, getting worldwide praise."
"And Miyoko's gentle embrace."
"Would you really give up that life to come back here?"
Doraemon asked.
"Doraemon, do you think my life in this world is bad?"
"Why wouldn't I want to come back?"
I countered.
Doraemon thought about it—in the tech world, my life was good too.
Good grades, friends, my own little company, money—both worlds were similar!
Realizing that, Doraemon saw he'd worried for nothing.
His face showed embarrassment.
I was speechless.
But soon, Doraemon returned to his usual self,
Lying round and plump on the tatami, eating dorayaki while reading comics and laughing heartily.
Immersed in his own world, ignoring me beside him.
But now, I had another thing to do.
I borrowed the Anywhere Door, Small Light, and Rebounding Cloak from Doraemon.
Wearing a portable spacesuit, I went to that planet always heading toward Earth.
Using the gadgets, I deflected its orbit.
Without a parallel world self, I had to do it personally.
…
Later, I watched the TV news reporting that the planet heading toward Earth had changed course for unknown reasons.
And with that, the Magic World Great Adventure theater version ended!