3 Chapter 3

I was woken up from my slumber from the sound of some sort of drum. I tried moving left and right but couldn't move much.

Then I realized that after so long I can feel that I had a body. This was a very happy day for me. After so long, I had a body.

However, that sound which seemed like a drum kept on beating. After a while, I realized that maybe I was in a womb and that sound was either my heartbeat or my mother's, however, I'm pretty sure it was my mother's because of how powerful it sounded.

I wait and wait for my day to finally come, to release me from this inferno womb. No pain can be felt, and no freedom can be felt only in the womb that surrounds me. Oh, but I was so wrong when no pain could be felt.

I waited in that accursed darkness, losing, and regaining my consciousness repeatedly until the day had finally come.

The day had finally come where I would be born, and it was a terrible yet joyous day.

Oh, how I felt the pain. The pain was horrendous when I was pushed out. I wasn't ready for this kind of pain. That damn ROB never told me anything about this.

I came out wailing and crying for two different reasons. The first is because of the stupid pain. The second is because I was finally free.

That loneliness that I felt in the void brought me endless grief, but the music brought me a sense of comfort that kept me out of insanity.

I was finally free and going to have a happy family where I wouldn't feel lonely.

Everything was blurry, but I could see the silhouette of my mother. She brought me into her embrace and before I fell asleep, I heard her voice.

However, I realized something when I heard her voice, I don't know how to speak Japanese. A shame that I forgot to ask ROB for language comprehension in Japanese. However, I still thought that her voice was very beautiful. That was when I fell asleep.

When I awake, I could finally see as my eyes were no longer blurry. And I got to say that my room looks super expensive. When I meant everything, I meant everything.

The bottom of my bum felt nice and soft because these diapers felt amazing. My sheets also felt all silky. And don't even get me started on the bars of my crib. They look like gold, GOLD I tell you.

I was giggling like a little maniac. It was all I wanted. I was happy beyond words. I WAS RICH!!!!

As if on cue, a woman walks in, picks me up, and starts to talk to me in gibberish (Japanese).

I hated how I couldn't understand a single thing from her. However, that wasn't the important thing. The important thing was that she looked gorgeous.

She had beautiful pitch-black hair and pitch-black eyes that shined like black diamonds. She had the curves in the right places, beautiful long legs, an ample bum and bosom, beautiful ample thighs, and most importantly a beautiful face that looked like a goddess. She also looked Japanese.

I was memorized by her. This was truly the first time where I could call someone beautiful, unlike my past life.

As she picked me up and swayed me in her arms, she sat down, took out her bosom, and started breastfeeding me.

That was then I realized that this was my mother. A wave of guilt washed over me when I realized this.

I had looked at her lustfully (even though my hormones aren't working) without realizing she was my mother. I also had mixed feelings over my mother breastfeeding me.

While she was breastfeeding me, the door opens and a man walks in and I got to say, this was the most handsome man I had ever seen even though I am straight.

The man had hair white as snow and piercing blue eyes. His face was incredibly handsome that it almost seemed a sin and muscles just in the right places.

He came over and kissed my mother and oh boy I wish I could erase what I saw. He towered over me, and I could see the bulge in his pants, and oh boy that thing looked big.

I was screaming internally, 'MY EYES, MY EYES, THEY BUUUURRRRNNNN!!!!' while squirming in my mothers embrace. I also realized that this man was probably my father since he didn't look Japanese at all, he looked German.

After that little session, my parents had, my father, looked down on me with a kind smile and started speaking to me in a language that wasn't Japanese. I was sure that it was German.

He picked me up and started rubbing his face against mine and oh boy was I mad. His face had a small stub of beard on his face, and it was annoying. I started slapping the heck out of him.

He looked at me with teary eyes as he brought me back to my mother. I was thinking, 'Ha that is what you get' although I did feel a little bit guilty for doing that to him.

As I watched his face which still had tears in his eyes, I felt the guilt increase in me. I reluctantly open my arms in a hug gesture toward him.

After seeing that, he smiled like a fool and started doing the same thing. Scratch that, my guilt disappeared instantly, and I started slapping the heck out of him again.

However, now that I got a good look at my parents, they looked kind of familiar, I wonder why.