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The Journal	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 21564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter 1
- 1
- 2
Sorry for the wait. I hope y'all enjoy.
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The Journal

Chapter I

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There was a knock at the door.

Sasuke’s heart leapt into his throat. Mostly for two reasons: firstly, his pants were around his ankles and his newly enlarged cock was still more than erect. And secondly, well…

He’d forgotten to lock the door behind him in his haste.

She tiptoed in.

Who else would it be?

Ayame smiled at him, stepping into his apartment, gently pushing the door closed behind her.

“Naruko-chan told me your address,” she cooed. “She was oh so worried about you—I told her that I’d find out what was troubling you so…”

She stepped forward. Her gaze practically devoured the sight of his cock, which twitched and throbbed before her very eyes.

“Ah, I see,” Ayame said. She pressed a hand over her mouth, giggling—her long brown hair, still let loose from its ponytail, waved from side to side. “Were you thinking about me, Sasuke-kun?”

“I—I-” He was at a loss for words.

She approached. Slowly, quickly, not making a sound.

Sasuke could scarcely believe what was happening. But it was. He watched, stunned into silence, as Ayame slowly eased herself down onto her knees, his long and hard cock hovering an inch away from her nose.

“It’s big,” Ayame whispered. She licked her lips.

He shuddered.

And then, he moaned.

For she had leaned forward, tongue extended, running it up and down the length of his erect member.

The flash of pleasure that had shot through his body was beyond anything he could comprehend. He took a step back, only to found himself backed up against the counter; desperate, he gripped the side of the countertop, not wanting his legs to buckle beneath him.

“You taste good,” she purred.

Truly, the image before him was enough to make his world spin. Because while Ayame was not the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, she was beautiful nonetheless, and to see her… down on her knees… licking his cock… relishing the taste of it as she was now… good God.

“Fuck!” he swore, throwing his head back as she went down on him again. Longer this time. Running her tongue along his entire length instead of just a small section.

Ayame licked her lips once more. “Do you like it?” she asked, pushing her brown hair out of her eyes. “I can keep going if you’d like.” As if he had a choice in the matter.

Sasuke sucked in a deep breath. He said nothing; he wasn’t sure he could get even a single coherent sentence out at this rate.

“Alright then,” Ayame said, giggling.

She opened her mouth. And then, staring him dead in the eyes, Sasuke watched as Ayame took his member past her lips and into her gullet.

‘Sweet Mother of God,’ he thought, gripping the countertop even tighter.

“Mmm.” She moaned with relish around his cock, bobbing her head back and forth. Her relative inexperience was obvious—but he wasn’t exactly one to talk about inexperience. This was his first time getting a blowjob… ever.

What was there to say? He wasn’t going to last long. Not with Ayame going down on him with such enthusiasm.

His eyes rolled back into his head; his knees shook as if he had been submerged in icy water. A low moan fell from his lips, Sasuke still clinging to the counter for dear life.

Ayame bobbed her head back and forth. Owing to her lack of experience, she couldn’t take much more than two inches or so—not that that made it any less pleasurable for the young Uchiha.

She pulled back, thick member sliding from her lips. Sasuke could only pant, staring down at her, absolutely mesmerized.

The brunette smiled.

“Want me to keep going…?” she purred, reaching a hand up, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft and stroking it slowly.

He couldn’t help himself; it was as if someone else was speaking for him.

“Yes…” Sasuke whispered.

“Good,” she said.

And she proceeded to take his cock right back into her mouth.

The curtains were already drawing shut. All he could see were stars. That pressure in his gut was already at the breaking point—Sasuke gripped the counter so tightly that his knuckles were white. His knees twitched, his cock throbbed…

… and well, he came. What else was there to describe?

His cum splattered against the back of her throat, and she gagged. Sheer willpower kept her from drawing back. Rope after rope of jizz spilled into her mouth, and Ayame could only close her eyes and brace herself throughout his orgasm.

It didn’t last long. It was short, but powerful and plentiful—she pulled back, cock slipping from her mouth. Gently, she stood up; Sasuke watched as she crossed to the sink, spitting his load into it.

“I’ve never been a fan of swallowing,” Ayame confessed, flushing slightly.

“You’re—you’re fine.” Sasuke closed his eyes, still leaning against the counter. His member was flaccid, resting against his thigh.

Ayame turned as red as an apple.

The spell… whatever had driven her to do what she’d done… seemed to have been broken. For now, at least.

“I—” She froze. Calling what was on her face a blush would be doing it a disservice. Hinata would be astounded by the shade of red she achieved.

Ayame said not another word. She just… ran. As fast as she could, tail tucked between her legs.

When the door slammed shut behind her, Sasuke seemed to wake up.

‘What on Earth just happened?’ he thought.

To go from a simple outing with his best friend to whatever the hell this mess had become… he had no idea how things had gotten to this point.

Actually, he did. The culprit was right behind him.

Sasuke turned; slowly. In his mind, The Journal seemed to glow brightly—so ominous, seated there, upon the counter with its cover gleaming up at him.

He picked it up. After a moment of hesitation, Sasuke gently flipped the book open to the first page.

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Well done—you’ve leveled up!

What did you do to earn level three? Well, here you go:

Received your first-ever blowjob—3.0 EXP.

Like before, some effects will kick in immediately. You’ll be a little faster, a little stronger, a little healthier… but also like before, you need to pick a new perk!

The Journal allowed Sasuke to digest the words on the page; then, the text disappeared. In its place were six boxes, just like before.

Number 1: Bigger loads.

Number 2: Reduce recovery time.

Number 3: Unlock a special piece of equipment.

Number 4: Free girl.

Number 5: Become more alluring to women.

Number 6: Learn the kinks of your newest conquest.

Sasuke frowned at the words on the page. This time, each and every one of his options were rather obvious—all of them seemed to be decent options.

What kind of kinks did Ayame have? Did he want to shoot off bigger loads? Did he want to get any girl he wanted for free?

It was strange how fast he was adapting to this new game, but truly, he felt alive for the first time in ages. But never mind that. He’d come to a decision.

Sasuke reached forward, double tapping the third box, then tapping again to confirm his selection.

It was just a hunch on his part. But it seemed the best option. Everything else was superficial—why become more alluring when he could get any girl he wanted? Why discover Ayame’s kinks if he could discover them himself? Why get a free girl when, again, he could get any girl he wanted? And while delivering a bigger load or reducing his recovery time were definitely tempting, it seemed that the third option was the most permanent. It was time to see what this ‘special piece of equipment’ was to be.

The boxes faded. They were replaced with a simple, single line of text:

You have selected Number 3: Unlock a special piece of equipment.

Do as I say, please. Put me down; hold out your hands and close your eyes. Then wait.

Sasuke had to repress a sigh. But he went ahead and did what the book asked of him.

He set The Journal down…
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He held his hands out and he closed his eyes. And, just as the Journal had instructed him to do, he waited.

It didn’t take long. Within seconds, he left a weight simply drop into his hands…

Sasuke’s eyes snapped open.

There it was, sitting in his hands, as if it had appeared out of thin air. Which it probably did.

He wasn’t sure how to describe it. There was a smooth screen almost like a television screen, encased by an extraordinarily thin casing. On the surface of the screen gently pulsed two different things:

THE INDEX

Press to enter

Calling him a technophobe would be doing actual technophobes a disservice. Compared to someone like Sakura, who could work this new technology as if she had been raised on it, Sasuke was a loin-cloth wearing, spear-wielding native.

But something as direct as ‘press to enter’ was something that even Sasuke could decipher.

He reached a finger forward, tapping it on the button.

The screen… bloomed. Lots and lots of bright colors. He blinked, and then there was something a little more simple—which he liked. It wasn’t quite as comforting as words on a page, but oh well.

Hello, Sasuke. I’m The Index. I will be your tool to help further your conquests, current and future.

There’s not much to show you now, unfortunately; I’m rather empty. A single blowjob doesn’t instantly give you an encyclopedia of knowledge, you know. But I do have some things that you may or may not want to check out. Here, let me go you.

The screen shifted. A small button appeared, labeled: ‘Conquests’.

Sasuke tapped it. Again, the screen shifted. There was a small list with one entry, but it was clear that the list itself was built for many, many more entries. The one entry that was filled in on it, however, was labeled… Ayame.

He tapped that as well.

Ayame:

Age: 22
Sex: Female
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Black
Likes: ???
Dislikes: swallowing

Sasuke looked at the details for a second, none of them seeming all that noteworthy to him. Except, well, that bit about swallowing. She’d certainly made that clear to him after he had came in her mouth, but there it was, forever to be remembered as it had been saved to The Index. He wondered just how much information about her could be saved in her.

Now, maybe, if he took that perk where he unlocked the knowledge of Ayame’s kinks and such… would all of that data show up here, in The Index? That sort of thing could be insanely useful. It was certainly food for thought.

Sasuke felt a smirk cross his face. After he took in the information the Index gave him, he pressed the back button.

That’s about everything I can show you for now, Sasuke. I’m going to deactivate now; pick me up whenever you need me, and I’ll be there to help you. Goodbye.

The screen went black. Sasuke set the tablet down, just beside the Journal.

He stared at the two objects. Strange as they were, he knew that they, together, held the key to whatever the hell his destiny was.

Sasuke reached down, pulling his pants back up and refastening him. He washed his hands, dried them off, then hefted up both the Journal and the Index, carrying them into his room and setting them down on his bed.
‘I’ve gotta go find Naruko,’ he thought. ‘She’s probably going rabid, wondering why I ran off like I did.’

Which was probably true, but in reality, it served as a convenient excuse for him to get out of the house.

Sasuke turned and walked out of the room.
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“Hey!” She beamed at him. “Where the hell did you run off to?” asked Naruko, as Sasuke approached her. “Ayame said she’d go and check on you, but she hasn’t come back yet; you didn’t do anything to her, did you?”

“No. Who do you take me for?” Sasuke retorted.

Naruko shrugged. She leaned forward, pulling Sasuke into a tight hug—her bosom pressed in quite a suggestive manner against his chest, but the implication was lost upon her.

‘She could be a conquest,’ realized Sasuke. Uzumaki Naruko, the girl he… reluctantly… called his best friend could be a conquest of his. Hell, she already could have been, if he’d gone with the ‘free girl’ perk and had decided on her.

That kind of realization—

Well, to put it frankly, it floored him.

He had the power to seduce any woman he wanted. And it didn’t always come at the price of a level-up either, because with Ayame, he hadn’t even had to do anything.

She had been presented to him on a silver platter, perhaps for the sole purpose of giving him a tutorial of sorts, a way to gain experience without any real effort on his part.

He could have Naruko if he wanted. He could have Ino, Sakura, Tsunade of the Sannin. Anybody.

The sense of smugness, of ambition, of power that surged in his chest… it forced an ugly, almost cruel smirk across his face.

Naruko pulled away from the hug, as always, oblivious.

“Did you want to do something?” asked Naruko, the blonde smiling at him. Sasuke watched as she swung one of her pigtails around in a circle, a habit she’d had since they had been kids.

“Let’s train,” Sasuke said.

Naruko nodded her assent. Together, side by side, they vanished—they had a training ground the two of them almost always used, and so, there was no need to discuss their destination. They already knew it.

On the way there, the young Uchiha did have some time to think.

Really, he wasn’t all that keen on forcing women to become his. It was just the temptation of it that made him feel almost like a deity. Ayame would remain an exception, and he would make sure of that.

Surely, the Journal's intent was for him to acquire more than one girl. Ayame was the first, but she couldn’t be the last.

But who would be the next woman to become his conquest? Naruko? Or someone else? The possibilities were endless.

Maybe today would be the day that a new conquest would become his. Only time would tell.

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And time did tell.

As Sasuke stepped into his apartment, sweaty and grimy, he was sure that no new conquest would present itself on that day. It had long since fallen dark outside—he and Naruko had trained long and hard, until both of them mutually agreed to call it quits.

He went and showered. After that, towel wrapped around his waist, Sasuke stepped into his bedroom. There they were—the Journal and the Index, illuminated as he turned the light on with a flick of his finger.

Letting the towel fall, he climbed on top of his bed. Grasping the Journal, he flipped it open… the pages were blank. Flicking through the whole volume, he found each and every piece of parchment to be equally blank.

Going back to the first page, Sasuke simply sat there and frowned at the book for a moment.

An epiphany.

“Do you know who my next conquest will be?” he asked aloud.

Sasuke paused for a moment. It took a second, but soon, words began to blossom upon the page.

I can’t say for sure, the page read. But why are you so eager, Sasuke? You haven’t even fully conquered your first conquest yet.

His frown deepened. The damned thing did have a point. A blowjob was a solid start, but it did little more than stake a claim. She wasn’t truly his yet.

But, there presented another problem.

The book hadn’t answered his first question, but it had given him a response… perhaps it would answer a second question of his.

“I don’t have the slightest clue as to how to further things with Ayame,” said Sasuke. He felt insane, talking to a book, but whatever. “She ran as fast as she could away from me when she was finished with the blowjob.”

More words appeared on the page.

Think of her as being under a spell right about now. No matter what, she’ll be attracted to you—it’s not all powerful… as seen earlier today, she can and will have reservations. But really, all this ‘spell’ does is cause the attraction she had hidden for you to come out in explosive fashion.

Basically, she will seek you out. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. But on the flip side, if you seek her out, she’s almost guaranteed to say yes to whatever you propose.

Do you need anything else?

He stared at the words on the paper, taking them in.

“No,” he said. “I don’t.” He shut the Journal, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

A smug-as-hell smirk curled his lips.

After all, he had never been one to wait around for things to fall in his lap. And perhaps, after a good night’s sleep and a little deliberation about his approach, he would be ready to make a go for level four by this time tomorrow. One could hope.

He put the Journal and the Index on the nightstand beside him, yanked the covers over his nude body, and then rolled over and went right to sleep.

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Delicious, yummy, fat cock. How could she resist? The cravings overtook her faster than she could breath… her resistance petered out long before dawn came. In the midst of the dead of night, she rose from her bed. She pulled on her clothes. And she departed, her destination fresh in her mind.

It was time to get what she wanted—no. It was time to get what she needed.
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He woke without a start.

Someone was trying to get into his house—he realized that near immediately. But who?

Sasuke spread out his senses, feeling for the chakra signature of the attempted intruder. And it was obvious who it was—perhaps it was the fact that she was his first conquest, but her chakra signature was as familiar to him as a close family member’s would be.

Ayame was at his doorstep. With his eyes closed, he could feel the outline of her chakra, he could almost see what she was doing. Trying to the doorknob, finding it locked; looking under the mat for a key.

He did have a spare key. It was under a potted plant outside his door, one that Naruko had given him for whatever reason he couldn’t remember. ‘Under the plant,’ he thought, as if he were able to transmit that information to her.

For a second, he almost thought he’d done just that. But it seemed to be a coincidence. Ayame looked from left, to right… then gingerly lifted up the potted plant. She fished out the key; she unlocked the door. And she headed straight for his bedroom, not knowing where it was, but using context clues to quickly locate it.

Sasuke stayed still. Even as the door opened, even as he heard Ayame step into the room—she was trying to stay quiet, but to a shinobi’s ears, she might as well have been stomping.

He waited; the Uchiha did not dare to breathe. He felt her creep closer and closer to his bed… there was the sound of cloth falling to the floor.

Sasuke idled until the last possible second. And then, quicker than any civilian could perceive, he sprung upward.

“Ah!” A gasp, and then a squirming noise as he wrenched her onto the mattress, trapping the brunette beneath him.

It was pitch black inside the room. He reached to the side, pawing the air for a second before finding the lamp and turning it on with a twist of his finger.

There she was; illuminated in an instant. The source of the rustling cloth was revealed—her shorts were on the floor beside the bed, and her panties were bundled around her thighs. Her shirt, while still on, was made lewd by the sheer fact that he could see her nipples through the fabric.

Sasuke smirked. “Well, hello there,” he murmured.

Ayame gaped up at him, stunned into silence. Maybe it was the fact that he had so easily left her defenseless, open to whatever he wanted to do to her. Or maybe it was the fact that he was utterly naked, his fast hardening cock poking against her leg.

He reached a hand down, brushing it against her slit. She was wet—incredibly so. Sasuke inhaled, and that scent, so pungent and alluring… it had to be the scent of her arousal.

“Do you want this?” Sasuke whispered, leaning down, eyes smoky. “Do you want me to put my dick inside of you?”

She blinked.

Then, without hesitation.

“Yes.”
Sasuke paused for a moment, taking in that information. The Journal had been right—not only could she not resist the urge to come after him, but at the same time, she couldn’t resist whatever he asked of her.

She was in the palm of his hands.

He was so damned horny. Try rolling around in the dirt with a woman as gorgeous as Naruko all day long.

His cock throbbed and pulsed, fully erect and then some. He was ready; she, was ready. What was stopping him, aside from his own hesitation? Nothing, nothing at all.

He glanced to the side. There, the Journal and Index lay. Beckoning him—it was as if both of the objects were screaming at him to “Do it!”.

“I’m going to…” he whispered. “I’m going to fucking do it.”

“Do—do what?” asked Ayame, voice a little shaky.

His answer was simple.

“Do you.”

He reared back, he grasped the base of his cock, angled himself against her entrance, and slid inside of her.

In one smooth motion, he lost his virginity.

Ayame’s mouth was agape; her eyes were glazed over.

“Wow,” was all she could say.

Sasuke’s nostrils flared. He had envisioned that being inside of her would feel like the blowjob he had been given earlier—warm, wet, pleasant.

But it couldn’t be anything further from that. It was hot, it was tight, it was so wet that he could hardly believe it. The pleasure was unreal.

He thrust into her, hard and fast. Not particularly deep—he could only get two or three inches into her before the pleasure was too much. But he kept a decent rhythm, and Ayame was moaning, and he was moaning, and it was all just a fucking blur.

Ayame wrapped her arms around his torso, moaning before his very eyes. “Harder!” she demanded. “Faster!” Another demand. “Deeper!”

Sasuke tried—oh, he tried. But she was just too much for him, at least, this time around.

With a moan, he pulled out of her on sheer instinct. Several strings of hot and gooey cum immediately exploded from the tip of his cock, landing on her belly, her shirt having ridden up in the brief period he’d been fucking her.

Ayame moaned. It hadn’t lasted five minutes, but it had been enough—she hadn’t quite cum, but it had been satisfying nonetheless.

Sasuke groaned, falling onto his back, his member having gone soft.

“Shit,” he said.

Ayame flipped over onto her side, eyes flickering. “... that was fun…” she murmured, eyes sliding closed. “... tired…”
Within a few moments, her breathing had evened out. She had fallen asleep.

Sasuke crawled up the bed, swiping the Journal off of his nightstand. Flipping it open, the first thing he saw was:
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Well done, Sasuke. You handled that better than I thought you would. I’m sure you can already guess what you’ve earned…

… after all, you’re level four now!

What did you do to earn this level? Well, that’s simple.

You:

Lost your virginity! +9 EXP!

Sasuke, you should know the drill by now. You’re faster, stronger, healthier—and you get to pick another perk!

The words disappeared. Once more, six boxes appeared for his viewing consumption.

Number 1: More pleasure.
Number 2: A new feature for the Index.
Number 3: Free girl.
Number 4: Bigger loads.
Number 5: A bigger cock, stage two.
Number 6: Heat wave.

Sasuke pressed the first box.

Number 1: More pleasure.

You could call it making your cock more ribbed… for her pleasure! Want to make a girl cum in seconds? Want to turn a proud kunoichi into a raving whore? This is a great perk to get in the pursuit of that—with no input on your behalf, you’ll instantly give girls more pleasure in sex and all related activities.

He pressed back. Then, he pressed the second box.

Number 2: A new feature for the Index.

The Index, my comrade-in-arms, is a truly a wonderful thing. Now that you’ve unlocked it, you can start getting new features that will augment it! I can’t tell you exactly what it’s going to be, but it’s guaranteed to be very useful on your quest.

Again, he pressed back. This time, he pressed the most puzzling box of them all—number six. What the hell was a heat wave?

Number 6: Unlock skill—Heatwave.

No, this isn’t some super power that lets you broil, cook, or grill your enemies. Rather, it’s a power that grants you the ability to make certain women quite literally be ‘in heat’. Or, in other words, they won’t be able to resist the temptation to fuck you for days on end until they’re out of gas.

This skill comes with a cooldown timer of a week, and to start, it can only be used on civilian women. Within those limits, however, it can be used however and whenever you want. All that’s needed is for you to truly want your target to be in heat, and your will… will become reality.

He pressed back.

All of them were tempting, really; but a heat wave? That sounded… well, he didn’t know how to phrase it but that it sounded fucking awesome.

He doubled tapped it, tapped it again to confirm, then closed his eyes.

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He waited. Both times he’d gotten a perk, there had been some dramatic reveal… he was waiting for just that.

Nothing happened.

Sasuke opened his eyes—a flash of light to his left caught his eye. The screen of the Index had illuminated.

He reached over, picking up the tablet, staring at the screen.

There were two categories now.

Conquests

Skills

He tapped ‘Skills’.

A screen popped up. There was only one skill on the list.

Heatwave V1: Ready for use!

Sasuke smirked.

He glanced at Ayame, who was still snoozing silently.

“Maybe in the morning…” he murmured, setting the Index and the Journal back down on the nightstand.

He reached over toward the lamp, and turned it off.

The room was bathed in darkness.
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