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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

Chapter List
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To be clear, I see the previous chapter as what its title is—an intermission. It’s canon to the story, but the actual time it occurs can be left in the air. The events of this chapter take place after chapter 18.

Honestly, it's surprising to me that nearly a year and a half after publishing this story, I still, a, am updating this story, b, still having it be well recieved, and c, getting dozens, maybe even hundreds of people that beg, ask, demand, or even try to bribe me for another chapter of this piece of fiction.

So, here it is.

Enjoy!

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Sasuke had quite the ambitious plan. Something that would be a very, very significant milestone for how his life had been going these last few years. But, there were several problems with his plan—problems that needed to be solved.

Firstly—his wife. Dear, sweet, lovely Sakura. She was aware of his dalliance with Hinata and with Himawari… but with Sarada? With Naruko? She didn’t even know about Hinata or Himawari’s pregnancy, let alone her best friend literally transforming into a woman to be fucked, or her daughter being defiled by her own father.

It was a filthy, filthy secret. Hinata and Himawari—she could get past that quite easily. It was just Sasuke doing Naruto a favor! It meant nothing. They were just two cunts for her well hung husband to pound into oblivion—she was his wife, she was the one who truly had earned his love. That was how she saw it, at least.

But Naruko? The waters grew murky there, what with how close Sasuke was to her. And with Sarada? They was no doubt Sasuke loved her—but how long would it take from familial love to bleed into something more with Sasuke filling his daughter’s womb with his own brand of love every night?

It became clear to Sasuke that he needed to admit the truth to his wife. That Hinata was pregnant, that Himawari was pregnant, that Naruko existed and was pregnant. That he had bent their daughter’s body to his cock.

And he did admit that truth to her.

But reality is always more anti-climatic than one might think.

There was no ‘big reveal’. No ‘dramatic reveal’, either. Sakura was just as addicted to him as Hinata was—only she’d had ten extra years to slave over her husband’s cock. All it took was a particularly harsh pounding to break her down.

And when he’d whispered all those dirty, filthy secrets into her ear—when he’d told Sakura about Sarada and Naruko and everything… all his pink haired minx could do was mewl and ask for him to fuck her again, even with a creampie drooling from her sore snatch.

Maybe, she’d bitch at him a bit in the morning over coffee. Maybe, she’d scream and even cry a little at the thought of their daughter being his cock sleeve.

But when she crawled back into bed with him that night… when she’d practically begged for him to fuck her… Sasuke knew that it would be fine.

That was just the first problem with his plan.

The second was Himawari. Not the girl herself, but rather the baby growing in her belly—his baby. Himawari couldn’t go out in public. He knew it would be near impossible to go ahead with his plan and have her be pregnant at the same time—it would be too risky, to have her go out and about, getting all the things she would need. It would have to wait until after the baby was born.

So far, they’d kept her pregnancy a secret. Naruto had used his shadow clones to read a hundred books in order to ensure she made it through without any problems. Though she was practically confined to the house after a certain point, she was happy—she had her mother and Sarada to talk with, her father to wait after her, and her big cocked lover to keep her satisfied. Maybe she missed her friends… maybe she missed training out in the wide open fields of the village… maybe she missed a lot of things. But she kept her head up, and made it to the end.

She gave birth. With Sakura in the fold, they had a room in the hospital, hidden from prying eyes—no questions asked. With Naruto’s influence, the baby was given all it would need: identification, birth certificate, and the like. But not a soul knew it had been born outside those that needed to know.

A beautiful baby boy. Sasuke elected to leave it to the mom, but Himawari was perplexed as to what to name him—Naruto and Hinata eventually helped her come up with a name… a name inherited from a certain man who had died in the war. And so, Uchiha Neji was brought into the world. So long as Himawari remembered to use her henge to buy diapers and the like at the store, things were fine. Problem number two was finished.

The third was easy enough to solve: convincing Naruto.

It took him about five minutes to do it. A simple question of logistics—was it necessary to keep shuffling between two houses? Some nights Sarada and Sakura were forced to wonder where the man of their house was. Other nights, Naruko and Hinata and Himawari would have to suffer with aching cunts as Sasuke had elected to spend the night at his actual house. It was a huge thorn in his side, as there was no easy way to do it and neither side was willing to simply abandon a house.

So, they compromised. Or rather, Sasuke forced them to compromise.

Naruto, yet again with his substantial influence, rubber stamped the process. Sasuke had quite a bit of money saved up, and all the others helped to pool in.

Just before the birth of Uchiha Neji, construction began.

And now, our story is to move quite a bit into the future.

A new future.

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Five months later.

Sasuke pursed his lips together as he stared at each name down on the plan before him.

He sat in the mostly empty, rather massive living room. It was a beautiful place—the curtains a dark green, drawn shut so as to keep the sun out. A chandelier hung above him. Though the room wasn’t entirely furnished yet, he had a nice and comfortable blue sofa to sit on, along with a glass coffee table to set the plan down on. There was no one else in the room with him.

The layout of the immense house was simple. There were three wings—one for his many women, one for him, and one for his future children. There were five rooms in the first wing, the wing for his women—one for Naruko, one for Sarada, for Sakura, for Hinata, and of course for Himawari. The ‘wing’ for him personally wasn’t quite that large; it was just that he got the biggest of all the rooms, as that room would play host to more than a few orgies and ‘sleepovers’. The children’s wing was, of course, deserted for now, as Neji would live with Himawari until he was old enough for his own room.

Each of the rooms in wing one—the women’s wing—was more or less exactly the same. But, he knew they would likely squabble over the most minute of details. Wanting to avoid conflict, he’d decided that he would simply chose their rooms for them. Each of them would get a room and each of them would like it.

All of them were in the house with him, but they’d all chosen to check out their respective rooms first. Naruto was with Hinata, he and a shadow clone or two lugging suitcases filled to the brim with lingerie and sexy outfits HInata had collected over the years. Neji was with his mother—Naruto had offered to leave a shadow clone at the old house to babysit him, but Himawari had shot him a downright terrifying look when he’d suggested that. New mother overprotectiveness and all that.

It was unfortunate that none of them were exactly ‘happy’ with the setup, at least, not yet. Each of them, understandably, were disappointed that they weren’t the one to share Sasuke’s room on a permanent basis—Hinata and Sakura especially. But he didn’t really care about that. It was more important to keep things neat and organized than to give in to his wife’s silly desires or his best friend’s wife’s desires as well.

Sasuke groaned, standing up. Perhaps it was time that he checked out his room as well—what else was there to do? He turned and walked, still unfamiliar with the layout of this new house but managing to find his way all the same. It wasn’t long before he’d found the path to his own wing of the house… with a warm feeling in his gut, he went through the double doors that led to his room.

It was massive. The first thing that was obvious was the bed—custom made, bigger than any conventional size, topped with plush and royal purple sheets. Windows dominated two of the four walls—though they were far from the town’s heart, and all that could be seen were forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. The curtains were the same shade of green as in the living room.

There was a door that lead to a closet, a door that lead to the master bathroom, and a third door that lead to a smaller room. Sasuke went to the first—he opened the closet door and stepped inside. There wasn’t much use for it… he didn’t need many clothes. The main function of that room was simple: he’d had a secret route to each of the five girls’s rooms implanted into his closet. Allowing him to slip in there undetected at any time he wished. An easy way to have his pick of the litter without having to alert the others or tread openly through the halls.

He made no use of any of these secret passages, however; not yet, at least. But he tested each of the hidden doors, smirking—he’d used his sharingan to memorize the floor plans of the house. And so, he knew which door lead to which room. Slipping a kunai from a pouch strapped to his thigh, Sasuke took a few minutes to gingerly carve a name into each door. ‘Naruko’ and ‘Sarada’, ‘Sakura’ and ‘Hinata’, and of course, ‘Himawari’.

Once that was done, he stepped back into the room proper, closing the door behind him.

Stripping naked, Sasuke piled up his discarded clothes onto a dresser in a nice, folded manner. Then, he stepped into the bathroom. Might as well try it out on his first day in the new house, right?

It was a glorious master bathroom to be sure. All smooth white porcelain, flawless in every way. The shower was modified to be an extra large one—space constraints had always made shower sex a little less fun in his opinion. As he pulled back the glass door, Sasuke stepped inside… turning on the water, he groaned as the heated liquid splashed against his face.

For the next twenty minutes, he simply enjoyed his shower.

When he stepped out, there were no towels to dry off with yet. A consequence of just how new the house was—it wasn’t really ‘lived in’ yet. Not that it mattered—he strode right into his bedroom, completely naked and dripping water, without a care in the world.

His cock twitched impatiently. Being in the shower had revived memories, rather fun memories of time spent in the Uzumaki home’s shower, or the former Uchiha home’s shower with various women. He was hard already.

Now that his shower was done, Sasuke felt that some relaxation was in order. He had no need to seek out his various women—once they were done, they would find him. It was only a matter of which would be the first to visit his bedroom.
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Predictably, less than five minutes later, his door gently opened.

He caught a glimpse of white eyes and indigo hair—then, Hinata tiptoed in. She looked magnificent: clad in an orange sundress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Naruto trailed right behind her, head bowed.

“Sasuke…” she purred. Hinata shuddered as she drank in the sight of Sasuke, completely and utterly naked atop his bed. Enormous cock pointing up into the air, still half-hard and oh so glorious. But, it was clear she had come for something other than sexy. She shook her head and squeezed her thighs together, desperate to hammer down the lust that threatened to unearth all control she had.

“We, uh-” Naruto lowered his head, face turning red with shame. Couldn’t Hinata keep it in her pants for once? She’d seen Sasuke nude a hundred thousand times—as had Naruto, in both his male and his female form. Why was it so difficult for her to keep her act together when they were just trying to ask the Uchiha a single, simple question?

Naruto swallowed.

“We were—just—wanted to ask you something, erm, Sasuke,” Naruto said.

“If you want to ask me something, then ask.” Sasuke was nonchalant as ever. He even let his enormous cock twitch—it jerked forward, then back, precum flinging toward Hinata and Naruto. Hinata moaned; Naruto could only bite his lip and look away.

“Where am I staying?” Naruto questioned.

The Uchiha’s lip curled into a smirk.

“In there.” With a finger, Sasuke pointed to the third door in the room—not the exit, not the closet, not the bathroom… but a third door.

Nervously, Naruto walked over there. Hinata remained in the doorway, having to clutch the side, panting as she fought her innate instinct to go and be pounded by Sasuke.

He opened the door. It was dark inside, so he fumbled for a light switch—he found it in a second, and soon, the room was illuminated.

It was… nice.

A small bed, plush and comfortable; a nightstand was beside it, with a remote on top. Naruto walked in—he picked up the remote. There was a TV on the wall opposite his bed, beside the wall. Turning it on, he gasped slightly.

It was a perfect bird’s eye view of Sasuke’s room. He turned the channel—there were exactly four different cameras just for Sasuke’s room. Every conceivable angle. Hinata was still at the doorway, panting with her chest heaving; Sasuke was staring right up at the first camera, well aware of its placement.

There were fifteen more cameras.

Exactly two for each of the girl’s rooms—from Hinata’s to Himawari’s, from Naruko’s to Sarada’s and Sakura’s. And then, there was one for the living room, where many an orgy was sure to be held. There was one for the kitchen, one for the dining room table (and one for underneath the table), and one for the master bathroom.

From this room, Naruto had every opportunity to watch every little bit of debauchery that would occur in this house. He wouldn’t even have to get out of bed in the morning to see all the filthy, filthy things his and Sasuke’s family would undoubtedly be up to.

Naruto set down the remote. He walked out of the room, flicking the light off as he went out, and closing the door behind him.

“It’s perfect,” Naruto said to Sasuke.

He smirked. “I thought you’d enjoy it,” Sasuke murmured, tilting his head to the side. “And Hinata—stop resisting. Come here and do what you want to do.”

She let out an… animalistic sound; something that didn’t sound remotely close to human. Flinging herself forward, Hinata leapt onto the bed—she moaned with glee as she wrapped her hands around the base of Sasuke’s cock, the busty woman rubbing her cheek back and forth against his shaft.

“Thannnkk youu~!” she whispered, licking at his swollen length. “So big—so good! Why the hell am I going to live in another room when all I want to do is sleep with you?” She moaned once more, greedily drinking the precum that leaked from the tip.

“Because,” Sasuke said simply. “There’s four other women who want the exact same thing, and I’m but one man.”

“You’re man enough for all of us.” Hinata didn’t even hesitate in her words—ironic, considering she’d married someone who wasn’t man enough for one of them.

Sasuke shrugged. “What can I say?” he said. “I like—control. I can lock that door and stop any of you from getting my cock for an entire day if I wish. This is my room—I am the one who lets you in, I am the one who tells you when you can leave. That kind of power isn’t something I’d want to give up easily… because from here on out, each and everyone of you will have to earn my cock. It’s that simple.”

The flat, logical way he put it made her… shudder. With fear—with envy—with lust? She wasn’t—couldn’t be sure. The power he held over them. So far removed Sasuke was, that even his legal wife, his lover of a decade, his own daughter, the mother of his son, his best friend… none of them with enabled the privilege of sharing a bed with him. They were all concubines—sentenced to be in his bed, but to ultimately rest elsewhere. The girls would come and go at his leisure, and that was just how it was.

Hinata quivered. Her pussy throbbed with arousal. Any bits of pride had long since been wringed out of her by endless nights of long, hard pounding. She was a broken woman—and only a single man could even begin to piece her back together.

“I don’t care,” she whimpered, lapping at his cock like a greedy whore. “I’ll love you all the same.”

It was a different kind of ‘love’ than from her confession five months prior. This wasn’t the love that she had meant then—romantic, genuine love. This was the love of lust, the love of his cock, the type of love that was forced upon her by his enormous cock and her unquenchable lust.

“Stop.”

Instantly, she did.

Peering up at him with those big white eyes, Hinata looked almost frightened.

“Wha- what’s wrong?” she asked, voice shaking ever so slightly.

Sasuke reached over—opening a drawer on the nightstand beside his bed, a control panel was revealed inside. He pressed a button in it—click, and the door to his room was locked in an instant.

“I don’t want anyone interrupting us,” Sasuke said.

He glanced toward Naruto.

Then calmly raised a hand.

“Anyone,” he elaborated. “Shinra Tensei.”

Naruto’s eyes widened as he flew back into his tiny little room—a clever application of Bansho Tenin from Sasuke caused the door to swing shut behind him, leaving him drowned in darkness.

Then, a moment later, the click. The door was locked—probably by the same control panel Sasuke had used to lock the entrance to his room.

He couldn’t see—he fumbled around, unable to remember the exact layout of the room from the brief time he’d had to memorize it, and thus left stumbling over things. Only, instead of the light switch… the first thing he found was the remote.

Almost on instinct, he pressed the button to turn on the TV. The room was somewhat illuminated—he could see now. He could turn on the lights if he wanted to.

But Naruto found himself falling onto the bed, transfixed by what he was seeing. It was… perfection.

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With a gentle tug, Sasuke pulled Hinata on top of him. She giggled happily—her white eyes twinkled as she fell against him, Sasuke feeling his member throb as her curves pressed against his body.

“Now that he’s gone,” Sasuke purred.

He kissed her.

Slowly.

Pressing his lips against hers—she seemed to melt. Oh, and how he deepened the kiss. The sweet taste of her lips. He flipped her over onto her back, only making the fiery kiss deeper and deeper.

For a long while, they simply made out, Sasuke quite content to devour her mouth. To force his tongue in there. To relish in her taste, in her smell, in the feel of her body against his. The entire time, he ran his hands up and down her sides; caressing her breasts through that sundress, slipping his fingers beneath it and rubbing her thighs, cupping her cheeks so that he could kiss her even deeper.

Finally, he was ready. Even he could only wait so long before he had to act.

Pushing her sundress up so that it bunched up around her midriff, Sasuke was quite delighted to find an unsurprising lack of panties on Hinata. The strong scent of her potent arousal hit him dead on—he drank it in.

With a firm grasp on the base of his member, Sasuke pushed forward. Hinata whimpered as he pressed the tip of that gloriously massive cock against her entrance—even after so long, the feeling of just how big it was left her slightly terrified.

But with a gentle touch, Sasuke slipped inside of her.

“Take it,” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing her once more. “Enjoy it.” Another kiss—Hinata giggled happily. “Who do you love, Hinata?” Sasuke asked quietly.

“You.”

“That’s right,” he mumbled, beginning to thrust in and out of her. “You love me. Not that pathetic man locked in the room over there.” These weren’t the harsh, vicious thrusts she was used to—they were soft, slow, agonizing pleasure-filled thrusts.

“I d-do love you,” Hinata whimpered. “But I love him too; I always will.”

“Mhm.” Sasuke nodded.

His fingers brushed against the front of her stomach. Her womb, which had once been sentenced to grow two of Naruto’s pathetic spawn—Boruto, Sasuke’s underachieving student, and Himawari, Sasuke’s present cumslut. But now, it had the honor of being christened with one of Sasuke’s spawn. It would be a strong child; an incredibly powerful one.

Sasuke continued to kiss her; deeply, passionately. Every thrust would fill her up, Sasuke driving himself in to the base, before pulling out and leaving her panting for more.

The headboard gently rocked against the wall. The bedsprings—because Sasuke had made absolutely sure of this design detail—squeaked with every thrust he made. Hinata’s moans, despite being muffled by Sasuke’s lips, echoed throughout the room.

And despite the immense amount of soundproofing throughout the house, Sasuke had made sure that the door separating Naruto’s virtual pen and Sasuke’s expansive room was practically the opposite of soundproofed. The blonde could hear every moan, every squeak of the bedsprings, every thud of the headboard.

Sasuke inhaled deeply. A change of position would do them some good—with a simple rearrangement, Sasuke flipped himself onto his back, allowing Hinata to straddle him. He hadn’t unsheathed himself from her tight depths for even a moment.

She wasn’t caught off guard at all—in fact, less than a second later, she sprung into action. Bouncing up and down on top of him at a ravenous pace, moaning incoherently, latching her lips to his and kissing him deeply, passionately.

“Shh…” he whispered, kissing her. “Slow down; calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” He slipped his hand into her own, intertwining her fingers with his. She squeezed his hand gently.

“I-I know,” Hinata whimpered, still rocking her hips back and forth. “It’s just so good.”

Sasuke chuckled. “You’ll enjoy it more if you savour it,” he told her. “I locked the door for a reason—tonight, you’re all I’m focused on.”

She giggled happily, beaming at him. Sasuke put his other hand on her hip, slowing her down—finally, they returned to the slow, passionate sex instead of the brief frenzy Hinata had worked herself into.

He kissed her deeply once more. Devouring the taste of her lips. She squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, still giggling, all happy and flushed.

Sasuke let go of her hand—he wrapped both of his hands around her torso, pulling her close as close could be, pressing her head against his chest. She went silent; smiling. Hinata could quite plainly hear the thumping of his heart. The quickness—the strength of his heartbeat. All caused by her.

His mighty cock throbbed inside of her and she moaned eroticly. She was still gently rocking herself up and down; lounging in the pleasure that she felt, still listening to his heart, so happy and so content to be there, impaled upon her lover’s member and feeling oh so close to him.

The fact that her ‘husband’ was in the other room, watching everything that they did, seemed not to occur to her.

“I love you,” Hinata whimpered, as he thrust up into her, massive cock seeming to drive into her core even with a soft thrust. “I love you so much.”

Sasuke fondly rubbed her back, saying nothing. But his heartbeat quickened. His cock throbbed all the quicker. She could see his ears turn red from out of the corner of her eye. She smiled so brightly that it could blind a man.

He flipped her over onto her back once more. He was ready for the final act—and now, he began to thrust into her. Not quickly. But with thrusts packed to the brim with passion, with love… he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, Hinata moaning into his mouth. She grasped his fingers, holding and squeezing his hand once more.

“The second he—or she—is born… I want another one,” Hinata whispered, eyes flickering down to her belly. She was showing a little, but wasn’t quite far enough along for it to be obvious.

“Consider it done,” Sasuke said. He was smiling—that fact made Hinata grin even more.

More passionate thrusting. More kissing. More hand-holding. Oh, they were so close—nothing separated them. Their bodies rubbed against each other, his hard cock throbbing inside of her, her depths clamping around his member. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her lips locked with his own. His black hair brushed against her indigo locks. They were interconnected in a way few couples could hope to rival.

“Oh… ohh… ooooohhh…! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!”

It was so easy for him to make her cum. Effortless, even. He knew everything about her body—every sweet spot, every erogenous zone, every little part of her that would make her whine, or moan, or beg, or pant like a little bitch for his cock. Whatever tickled his fancy he could do to her. And Naruto would watch the entire time—powerless, and unwilling to stop his wife from being another man’s whore.

His member throbbed dangerously inside of her; even a slight twitch would make her jump with pleasure. Her white eyes were glazed over—her tongue went slack, her face contorted with ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her.

“Take it,” he growled. The love making was gone—he was beyond that, above it now. As he thrust into her, he spread her legs wide, as far as they could go, enabling him to penetrate even more deeply. He reached up, grasping her breasts, squeezing them like they were his property.

“I’m yours,” Hinata whimpered. There was no need for him to even demand that from her—he had no need to do so. She was his; there was no question to that. Her body belonged to him.

Hinata knew that.

And so did Naruto.

When Sasuke sunk himself inside of her to the hilt, there was no question what he was about to do. Mark his territory—for the hundred-thousandth time.

With a groan, he came. What seemed like an unfathomable of cum was injected into the busty, blue haired woman—her womb, packed to the brim with boiling hot semen.

She jerked against him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Drool dripped lazily from the corner of her lip—she made mad, almost maniacal giggles as she felt his member throb deep within her. ‘So good, so big,’ A chant that she repeated, again and again, words unable to form on her lips and her mind only able to say those two phrases.

When he came to a standstill, when his orgasm finally ebbed, Hinata let out a sigh of… relief? Not quite. Contentment, perhaps.

“Go- God,” she whimpered. “I’m hardly showing and you’re still screwing me like you want to give me another kid even before the first one comes out.”

Sasuke bucked his hips against her, and she whimpered and moaned like the conquered bitch she was.

“It won’t be much longer before we’ll have to tone things down a bit, like I had to do with Himawari.” Sasuke whispered into her ear, his still-hard and borderline angry cock throbbing inside of her. “Knowing that, I think you and I both want to… enjoy our time together in the meantime.”

HInata giggled. “You bet,” she said. “I can sleep in here tonight, right?”

“Tonight—don’t make a habit of it, though.” Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of her—Hinata mewled as his cock slid out of her gaping snatch, and moaned rather gratuitously as his cum began to ooze from her depths.

He slung an arm around her shoulder, pulling his lover close.

“Good night,” he murmured.

“Good night.” A brief pause. “And good night to you as well, Naruto~!”
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One man woke up to the feeling of two juicy tits being wrapped his shaft, something warm and wet being wrapped around the tip of his member at the same time.

The other man woke up to the faint, computer-transmitted sound of his dear, beloved wife moaning around another man’s cock.

Sasuke leaned back, slipping his hands behind his head and groaning with contentment.

Naruto sat up, rubbed his eyes… and sighed, as his member swiftly grew erect at what awaited him on the monitor.

It seemed that the new living arrangements had benefited both of them in the end. Naruto wasn’t exactly about to cry about waking up to something like that every morning—and Sasuke wasn’t exactly in a position to complain about anything.

And the best part?

Life in the Uchiha clan’s new home had only just begun.

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And that brings this chapter to a close. While I know that a lot of you won't like some parts of this chapter, I see it as a necessary evil. You have to advance the plot somehow, and what chapter is better than chapter twenty in order to reboot the story a little? Just imagine the possibilities from here on out!
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