After returning from the park, slightly dusty and "exhausted" from all the intense… observation, my parents made an immediate decision—
"Bath time."
Ah.
The unavoidable daily ritual.
I think I forgot to mention something important.
No matter how advanced my mind is… physically, I am still a three—no, now officially almost four—year-old child.
Which means—
Independent bathing?
Denied.
Completely.
Absolutely non-negotiable.
Before I could even consider escape, I was already picked up and carried away like a captured target.
Resistance was futile.
From my parents' perspective, this was completely normal. A small child bathing under their care—safe, supervised, and, apparently, mandatory.
From my perspective?
A test of patience.
I maintained my usual "cute and cooperative" mode, occasionally splashing water like a proper child should. Timing was important—too calm would be suspicious, too chaotic would be annoying.
Balance was key.
Meanwhile, my parents chatted casually, treating the whole situation like a routine part of daily life.
Unaware…
That their child was internally analyzing everything like a seasoned strategist trapped in a very inconvenient scenario.
Still, I endured.
Because survival isn't always about strength.
Sometimes…
It's about getting through bath time with dignity intact.
Seeing them in only underwear in front me like torture And bliss at the same time as their breast sway left and right up and down as they wash me my eyes began rolling
As I watching how my parents kisses and play with their breasts
Seeing this my naughty father picke me with body envelope with soap bubbles stare me
My hitched
I thought that I was expose
But next she put my mouth in front my mom breast and make fun of me saying breast boy at this age still want suck mom tits
Hearing chuckle from behind I decided to prank on her I turned
And latch myself to her breast and start to sucking with teeth grinding her nippels as much knowledge I learned I use completely on her make to moans and to respond my teeth grinding she push my head deep
She start to moan and I continue to suck
watching this my mom completely shocked her mouth open like 'o' my father seeing this move her face toward her and give her deep French kiss 👅
And I am sandwich between them my free hand start to play with father other nipple as they are kissing completely lost in pleasure
After like a century but in relaity after 5 min they separate and silently pick me up and wash up
From bath to bed… the house fell into an unusual silence.
No laughter.
No teasing.
Just… quiet.
I noticed it immediately.
My parents would look at each other… pause… then look at me… then back at each other again.
Repeat.
Again.
And again.
At this point, it almost felt mechanical—like some kind of silent loop.
Look → Think → Look at child → Look away.
…Are they running a background analysis on me?
After a long sigh, my mother finally broke the silence.
Her voice was soft, but there was something deeper behind it.
"Go to sleep early tonight," she said gently, patting my head. "Tomorrow, we'll take you to the temple. It's your birthday… and we'll also do some donation work in your name."
Ah.
So that was it.
Not just a celebration… but something meaningful.
From their perspective, it was probably a way to seek blessings—for my happiness, my future… and maybe even forgiveness for the things society kept reminding them of.
Humans really do carry unnecessary burdens.
I looked at them for a moment.
Their expressions were calm… but not completely at ease.
Sigh.
Looks like tomorrow won't be just another simple day.
I nodded lightly, acting like a sleepy child, and lay down without any fuss.
Because sometimes…
The best way to respond… is silence
After returning to my room, I quietly closed the door behind me.
Finally… alone.
I sat on the bed, my mind replaying everything that had happened today—the park, the stares, my parents' silence, their decision about tomorrow.
Piece by piece, I began to analyze it.
Their reactions weren't random.
The way they looked at me… the hesitation in their voices… the sudden plan for the temple and donation—
It all pointed to one thing.
They were worried.
Not just about society… but about me.
Sigh.
Humans really complicate simple things.
I leaned back slightly, continuing to brainstorm possible responses. How should I act tomorrow? More childish? More cheerful? Or just… normal?
Balance would be important.
Too much intelligence would raise suspicion.
Too much innocence would feel fake.
I needed the perfect middle ground.
But as I kept thinking, something else started to interfere.
My eyelids felt heavy.
My thoughts slowed.
Ah… right.
No matter how sharp my mind is… physically, I'm still just a three-year-old child.
Today's outing, the mental calculations, the constant control over my behavior—
It had drained me more than I expected.
My body had reached its limit.
"…Troublesome," I muttered softly.
I lay down, not even bothering to adjust properly.
Within seconds, my thoughts scattered…
And darkness quietly took over.