Warning: this chapter contains disturbing elements.
My parents were perfect people. Although the place of this perfect people part in my mind is very limited, it's a part I will never forget. I was 2 years old. The oldest and most beautiful memories I remember with them were these. They used to play with me every day, and we would visit Uncle Gilbert together carefully. My dad would warn me that this place was risky for kids. No matter how much my dad said that, I never felt in danger when I was with him. We would continue to visit Uncle Gilbert many days of the week. My dad would put me to sleep in another room some nights, saying "you're grown up now." At that age, I might have fallen for those words, but now I know that my mom would feed me these lies to play with her. Everything was really great. It was so beautiful that I couldn't imagine it now, but that day, cursed day, disgusting day, terrible day was the moment when everything began to change. My dad and Uncle Gilbert came home together. I ran with my little legs to greet them. They were both very cheerful. That made me smile too. If my dad was so happy, I should be happy too. My dad bent down and stroked my hair. "My little girl Makoto, how are you?" he said. Ah... I think this was him asking about my last state. I smiled and said, "I'm good, dad, I'm very good." Yes, I was good. I was definitely good. I was much better before those days came. Then my mom came too. She asked them about the source of their happiness. Uncle Gilbert showed her the bag he was holding. There was a variety of fruit in it that I had never seen before in my life. Well, how many kinds of fruit did I know at that age? Uncle Gilbert handed the fruit to my mom. At first, my mom associated this with something else, but with my dad's insistence, she finally took the first bite. I still remember my mom's amazing transformation. The smile on her face increased by folds. After the first bite, she quickly devoured the fruit. My eyes were wide open. What was this? Uncle Gilbert squatted down and offered me a fruit too. I was scared and hid behind my mom's legs. I was afraid of a fruit. Fortunately, my dad warned Uncle Gilbert and I was saved from eating the fruit. After that day, my mom and dad were very happy, but I could sense it. It was some kind of child instinct maybe, or maybe every person could understand that this happiness was not natural. When I told my dad that I wanted to go out, he didn't warn me anymore and allowed me to go out alone. Although I could understand the strangeness of this, I couldn't suppress my desire to go out alone. I went out that day. The outside was much stranger than I knew before. People were unnecessarily very happy like my mom and dad. Some came up to me and said, "Hello little child." It was really scary. My fear increased as I went, I wanted to go home. That's when I met that cursed kid. I guess he was 5-6 years old. Although I was afraid of him at first, he didn't leave me alone. My fears diminished because of him. I started to feel comfortable because of him. He seemed very normal compared to the others. I was comfortable with him. After staying with me for quite a while, he escorted me home. I was influenced by that kid. I ran to tell my dad about it, but as soon as I saw him, I turned back from the door. I started to follow him from behind the door. His eyes were bloodshot, he was very angry. What I saw next was even more terrifying. My mom approached my dad and started to scold him. "How could you take Makoto out alone?" Was this really such a serious issue? My dad stood up. The magnitude of this argument was so absurd. Could I step in and resolve the issues? I didn't know, but one thing I knew for sure was that I would never have the courage to do so at that moment. The fight escalated. I was trembling as I watched this unfold. As much as it scared me to watch, I couldn't stop watching. Were these really my mom and dad? With the last sight, a small sound escaped my mouth. My mom fell to the ground with my dad's slap. She said she would go look for me. I quickly moved away from the door. Fortunately, no one had heard my voice. My dad left the house. I looked inside again from behind the door. My mom was crying. I couldn't hold myself back at that moment. I ran to my mom quickly. "MOMMY!" My mom looked at me. Her tears increased even more. She hugged me tightly. She was crying excessively. I really couldn't understand. When my dad returned home, he was happy. My mom recoiled in fear from him. I stood in front of my mom to protect her. My dad squatted down, patted my head, then pushed me aside and offered the same fruit to my mom again. My mom's eyes sparkled and she quickly grabbed it from my dad's hand. In a few seconds, she had only left the trash of the fruit. Her face filled with smiles. That scared mother image had disappeared. My mind was really a mess. The next day, I was afraid to ask my dad to go out. I asked my mom first, but my mom surprised me and allowed me. I asked her again and again. The answer was the same. Although I was surprised, it made me happy. I wanted to meet that kid. I went out and started looking for the kid, but I couldn't see him anywhere, then I saw him with Uncle Gilbert. What connection did he have with him? I thought. After following them for a while, the kid saw me and caught me. I was blushing. He brought me to Uncle Gilbert. Uncle Gilbert was surprised when he saw me. He asked him who I was. Thus, with these questions and answers asked from now on, the truth came out. That kid was Uncle Gilbert's child. Uncle Gilbert asked if he would come to our house and if I would accompany him. Although I felt embarrassed at that moment, I accepted it. The kid looked at me with a happy face. We came home together. Uncle Gilbert offered the same fruit to my parents again. Although I felt embarrassed by the conversation that took place between them, it was a disgusting conversation. The conversation about us being together, about him being our child... After all, I was just a little kid. It was very normal for me to feel embarrassed. After all, I was influenced by that kid. But I was just a little kid. My parents had put questions into my mind that I shouldn't be curious about at such a young age. Parents who put adult questions into a little child's mind... Days went by in a similar manner. My mom and dad were happy. I never saw them fight like that again. I also got closer to that kid. I was 3 years old. I was progressing quite fast for my age. Fortunately, the kid wasn't a bad person and he didn't do anything wrong or dirty to me back then, of course, this situation would disappear with my curiosity. Eventually, I asked my parents. That question was the beginning of the real hell. The question of "How is a child made?"... I definitely shouldn't have asked my parents who were gradually losing themselves. Those who will give it to me said they will give it to me at night. I can't forget the laughter of both of them. I waited for the night with curiosity. They called me to their rooms, undressed in front of me and showed me... I was frozen, my mother was seeing strange things. With my father, we understand what these are. It wasn't like having a child. Oh I couldn't sleep at night. It came to my mind to relax. He tells this. In the morning, I got permission from my mother and quickly ran to Uncle Gilbert's house. That boy opened his door as soon as I knocked. He started wandering around with me. While wandering around, I finally got the courage and told everything I had come for. The boy caressed my hair. Then he came close to my ear. "Do you want to do it with me too?" I trembled and ran away. What could happen? My mother entered my room. The things they said to try to reassure me were incredible. It's a really small report, so he gave me a speech explaining the process of normalizing this evaluation. I was forcibly reapplied at night. Again the same images. I was able to sleep a little that night. The impact of this was not as great as before. When I woke up, I couldn't leave the house. I'm afraid of that kid. I stayed at home all day. At night, the same images appear again. The other day I couldn't leave the house again and the same scene happened again at night... it happened for a few days. The impact of the images on me was gradually diminishing. I was now accepting it as if it were a normal thing. After a few days, that boy came to our door. He asked my mother about me. I hid as soon as I noticed him coming, but my mother revealed my location to the child. He handed me over to the child. He said I would be happy with him. The boy dragged me outside. I was powerless to resist him. He dragged me to his house. "Are you ready?" said. I could guess what was happening. Fortunately, what happened was minor. The boy didn't do anything to me as much as I feared. He just hugged me. He told me he loved me. This made me ashamed, no matter how afraid I was of him. Then he dropped me at my house. The days continued similarly. Watch that image at night, wake up in the morning, let the child pick you up and hug you, then take you home. My fear of the child thus diminished. My attraction to him was growing as before. One night, I approached my parents when I saw that image. They were both surprised. I was no longer afraid of this image. I was left with more marus than I can count. I touched my mother's breasts and then I wondered how they felt on my father's body, but this time I didn't ask a question. The old Makoto was no longer there. I wasn't afraid. I touched my father's dick. My father made that strange noise again. And he told me to keep going. I continued. My mother watched me without saying anything. My dad finally squirted some juice from his dick. I was sick to my stomach. I left quickly. However, the nights have changed. I was no longer just a spectator. My father was seriously making his own daughter do something like this. Did I complain about this? I guess, no. I didn't have much of a soul anymore. At that moment I was just wondering about that feeling. I was continuing this to find out but couldn't find the answer. When I turned 4, I no longer had to be exposed to images and action. My parents told me that they realized that I now see this job as normal. I was aware of this too, but there was a problem. My question remained unanswered. What was that feeling like? I went to that child. This time I hugged him. I told him I loved him. And he said, "Do you want to go a little further?" Asked. I nodded too, I wasn't afraid. He took me into his house and started kissing me. "Well done, young lovers," Uncle Gilbert said as he watched us. he said. I stopped thinking about these words in my mind. I was looking for that feeling. That feeling I saw in my mother and father. The boy's kiss couldn't make me feel any better. I let him kiss me again and again, but the result was empty. At night, I came to my parents. I touched my father's dick again. I put my lips to him. My father was making strange noises again, but I didn't feel anything. I tried again and again, the boy kissed me again and again; I spent a full night with my mom and dad, but the result was the same. When I turned 5, it occurred to me to try different things. I took a knife and scratched my father's belly. My father angrily put me under him. He cut my belly the same way. It hurt, but I couldn't taste that feeling again. Then I satisfied my father and left the room. When I met the child the other day, he asked me the reason for the wound on my stomach. I told him the events. And he said, "Do you want to go further with me?" Said. I nodded. He took me to his house and took off my clothes. I was in my underwear. He moved his hand over my body. He seemed to quite enjoy it. I wasn't enjoying it at all. I continued in a similar way, but no, that wasn't working either. I took the knife again and this time I scratched my father's dick. My father went crazy with pain. He cut me in many places. Again, I didn't have that feeling, but at least I felt pain. That was something. I liked the wounds on me. By the time I was 6 years old, I was fed up with this situation. I seriously wanted to taste this feeling. I threw more knife blows at my father, and he responded in the same way. Some of these wounds healed and disappeared, but some remained as scars. Finally, I decided to do that job with that child, just like my mother and father. As I said this to the child, he was filled with joy. He took me to his house and threw me on his bed. I told him to take off my top. This should have been even more enjoyable and emotional. He took off my top and took off his own as well. When I saw her naked on top of me, it dawned on me. This wasn't what I was looking for. I told him to stay still. And I played with his dick. The boy was filled with pleasure. There was no trace of pleasure in me. I closed her eyes and told her I had a surprise. He shook his head cheerfully and lay down on the bed. He was waiting for me with his eyes closed. I told him to wait for me patiently. He obeyed exactly what I said. I went to the kitchen and took out a knife. I climbed on top of the child and stabbed him in the stomach. I took it out and put it in many times. The kid probably thought I was going to sit on him. How pathetic. I didn't feel anything when the child died. When the child was taken care of, Uncle Gilbert was next. He seriously let kids do something like that. I entered his room and stabbed him in the head while he was sleeping. I didn't do it again as much as I impaled him on the boy. I left there. Others were next. My mother crouched in front of me in surprise when I arrived. Before he could ask what happened, I stuck the knife behind me into his stomach. Before my mother could react, she was knocked to the ground. My father hadn't come home yet, so I started waiting for him. I didn't try to hide my mother because there was no need. My father came towards the evening. A strange surprise appeared on his face. Without saying anything to him, I took off my clothes and told him to wait for me in the room. He forgot everything, shook his head with excitement and ran into the room. I took the knife from where I put it, hid it behind my back and entered the room. My father was lying down happily. I played with his cock while hiding the knife behind my back with one hand. He was seriously enjoying this. I waited to end her pleasure at the right moment. "I'm coming. MAKOTO AHHH!" He was seriously getting an erection that fast against his daughter. Now was the time. I lifted the knife and stabbed his dick first. He shouted in pain. It made the house groan. Before he could react, I jumped on top of him and stabbed him in the head. Then I stabbed her all over again and again. I think I broke the stabbing record against my father. There was blood everywhere. "Hahahaa hehaahaa" I was laughing. I wonder if this was that feeling? I put that question aside and jumped out of bed. This house was no longer mine. I had to find a new place. I left the house. I returned to the same place for days to find a new place. That day I heard that sound, someone was crying. I quickly went to the source of the sound. This voice was literally calling me. When I saw the crying child, my inner feelings awoke. This boy had to be the person I was looking for. This child had just as many injuries as I did. I leaned over to the boy and kissed him, I had to make sure of that. And this kiss made me move. I finally found the feeling I was looking for. This was that person. That person was you. Kenshin Okumi.