*Mature
-Wes-
We didn't talk much throughout the week due to whatever he was busy with. Mainly just little small talk in the morning and before going to bed. I never asked what he was doing. Despite the 'boyfriend' label, I felt like it wasn't my business. Though I'm curious as hell.
As for what I've been doing this week... Yeah, I've backed out of it every night. Not entirely. I've still been touching down there, but I can't brave myself up enough to actually push a finger in. I tried the next day like I said I was going to, but as soon as I tried to insert just the tip of it, the stretching sensation was too weird. I immediately stopped, thinking it was too soon and that I should just keep touching the outside. But I've been doing that every night for the past five nights. That's not helping at all. Besides it doesn't feel as strange to touch now.
I'm supposed to be seeing Ryland tonight, and I have no plans to tell him about this. I thought about it, but with no progress made, I don't see the point. He'll probably just offer to do it, and his fingers look bigger than mine. It'll just feel worse if anything.
I let a sigh out. I'm being a little bitch. I know it. I mean, girls push an entire baby out of their vaginas, and I can't handle a finger? Like, c'mon. I've took shits bigger than my fucking finger! I know I could probably handle it. It's just doing it myself that's the problem. But asking him sounds worse. Though he's the one that I plan to let fuck me in the future. He should be the one that gets me ready for it. Right?
I was going to drive straight over to Ryland's after school, but I decided to grow a pair. I go home, lock myself in the bathroom, and climb in the shower with the razor and shaving cream. I decide against using the enema since I'm apparently not capable of inserting anything there. And it's not like we're going to go all the way in one night anyway. I might not even end up letting him do it if it feels too weird. I don't know what I'll do if that happens. I guess if it does, I might not be cut out for bottoming. Which honestly would suck.
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I would've never guessed how fucking hard it is to shave your own ass. I somehow managed to avoid any cuts, and when I checked using a hand mirror, I seemed to have done a pretty good job. But damn, it wasn't easy. I read that a partner could help you do it, but that's just something else that seems embarrassing to do.
I've come to learn that in a gay relationship, you can't be shy about ass. It's just not possible. But here I am, completely embarrassed at the fact that I just shaved mine to go attempt to get fingered. And it's even more embarrassing to think that Ryland is probably expecting an innocent evening, and I've got to be the one to bring it up. I know he'd willingly do it, but how does someone just ask that?
See, if I would've actually went through with it myself, I could possibly be attempting sex tonight. But no, I'm too much of a pussy. I let a sigh out and get ready to go over there because even if I don't bring it up, I still want to see him. It's been a long week.
When I pull up outside his place, I sit there a total of five minutes, contemplating what I want to do. He even sends me a text, asking where I am since he knew I was on the way and that I should've already been here. I pull myself together and decide to hold the whole thing off for now before climbing out and going to his door to knock. It's just too embarrassing.
Seeing him makes my decision falter some. His expression is adorably happy, his smile lifting and his eyes shining as soon as he sees me. But my mind that's currently in the gutter flashes back to the expression he made while coming. I want to see that again. While he's thrusting inside me.
Oh my god. Yeah, I don't need to hold this off. I think I want it just as much as he probably does.
"Hey. You look good."
"Thanks. So do you." He always does. And it just makes me want him more. Frustration sparks up inside me. Why does communicating have to be so hard? I want it, and I know he wants it, but why does telling him I want it seem so impossible to do? It's not like I'm afraid of rejection. It's the teasing afterwards. Though now that I think about it, he hasn't really teased me much about the other things we've done. Fuck it. I'm not going to be scared anymore.
"Will you-" I get cut off when he starts to speak too.
"Do you want- Sorry. You go ahead."
"No, you can. What were you going to say?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to try laser tag tonight."
The idea sounds fun, but I don't want to hold this off anymore. And that would give me plenty of time to change my mind again.
I swallow before answering, "Not tonight."
"That's fine. Do you have something else in mind?"
"Uhhh," I drag out. "Sort of."
"What is it?" He looks so innocently curious, which just makes this harder.
Not being able to look him in the eyes while I say it, I step closer to him and rest my forehead against his shoulder. "I, uh..."
"Wes?" His hand rests on my upper arm, giving it a small squeeze. "What's wrong?" His concerned voice makes me feel bad.
I take a deep breath before finally admitting the truth. "I've been trying to practice, but it's scary by myself. I haven't been able to actually do it."
"Practice what?"
"That thing you suggested before."
"Oh." Being this close to him, I can hear him swallow. "Uh, what do you mean you haven't been able to?"
"I've touched down there, but I haven't been able to... actually get anything inside. It felt weird the first time I tried, and I can't bring myself to do it," I admit.
He squeezes my arm again and steps back some, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes peer into mine. "Do you... want my help?"
I nervously lick my lips. "I don't really see how it would be much different. It's still going to feel weird."
"I can distract you while it happens where it won't be so noticeably weird. And don't you know being touched by someone you like can make it better for you? How long have you even been practicing?"
"Since Saturday. But I didn't try to put it in that night. You kind of distracted me."
"How?"
"You texted me."
His lips part, and his eyebrows shoot up. "You were texting me while playing with your ass?"
"What?" Oh my god. I can already see the images of myself going through his head. "No! It's not like that. I quit right when I saw it."
"You could've kept going. I wouldn't have minded." Of course he wouldn't. "Did you even use lube?"
"Yeah, I bought some. And... an enema," I mention in a lower voice, like it's something bad. "But I obviously haven't used that either. So if you do help me..." I feel hot. Like my face is on fire.
"I don't care."
"Is it not gross?"
"No. Plus, I'll wash my hands afterwards, so it doesn't matter to me any."
"So... you're fine with helping me?"
"Fuck yeah. Sorry. I mean, yeah, I'll help you."
I nod. "You said you'd distract me. How?"
Instead of giving me an answer, he just says, "I'll show you. Are you wanting to try it now?"
"I guess."
"I want you to be sure."
"I am."
He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together before leading us to his bedroom. Oh, god, it's happening. My heart was already racing, but now it's hammering in my chest. My knees even feel weak.
Once inside his room, he drops my hand. "I'll be right back. I'm going to wash my hands. Okay?"
I nod. Though I'm nervous, I still kick my shoes off before taking a seat on his bed. I wring my fingers together while I wait. I need to relax. This won't work if I can't calm down. I don't have anything to be scared about. I'm with Ryland, someone trustworthy. And he's experienced. As much as I don't like that, he knows what he's doing, and I know he's going to go slow with me. But still. I'm about to have a finger in my ass. It's a little hard to calm down.
I look up when I hear him coming in but drop my eyes when I see a hand towel in his hand. He comes closer and opens his nightstand, making me drag my gaze over. He pulls the lube out, setting in on the bed.
He stands in front of me, making me lift my head to meet his gaze. "I'll stop if you want me to, but I really hope you're going to like this."
"Yeah, me too. Because if I don't, you won't want me anymore."
"What?" He looks slightly offended. "What are you talking about?"
"I didn't really mean to say that out loud."
"Is that why you're wanting this all of a sudden?"
"Well... it's kind of like our first kiss. I need to try it to see if I even like it. But if I don't like it, you already said you were only a top and that this wouldn't work if I didn't want to be the bottom. So, we'd break up, right?"
He looks a little troubled before he lets a sigh out. "I'd consider it."
"What?" I ask, a little unsure of what he means. Consider bottoming or breaking up?
"I like you more than a sexual identity or position. So, no, I wouldn't want to break up if you don't like this. But I really hope you do. Because... to be blunt, I really want to fuck you one day. Like bad." My body instantly heats up more, and I can feel the slight tingle in my stomach and the stir in my pants. "But I don't want you to feel forced, so we don't have to do anything right now."
"But I want to. I want to know what it's like."
"Are you sure you want to right now?"
I nod. "Just... make sure I like it," I mumble.
He bends down and presses his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise. His kiss turns rough instantly, and it's almost distracting enough that I miss his fingers undoing my button. "I will. I'll make you feel so good." It's a promise, I know, and I have a feeling deep inside that I'll actually end up enjoying this. And to be honest, even though I used to be straight, I couldn't see myself topping Ryland.
He grabs my waistband, and I lift my hips to let him pull my pants off. He reaches for my shirt next, taking if off as well. Realizing that he's probably going to keep his clothes on, I say, "Yours too."
He complies and pulls his shirt off, revealing his muscular body that I love so much. He slides his jeans down his legs, revealing a pair of tight, black boxers. I can see the semi hard on he has, which just makes mine stiffen up more.
"And could we turn the light off?" Knowing where he's about to touch makes me think about how he might see it. It's not like it matters much since it's still daylight out, and the light's going to come through his curtains anyway. But still, it helps my nerves some.
"Yeah." He walks over to quickly flick it off before coming back to me. "Anything else that'll make you more comfortable?" I shake my head. "Lay back on the bed."
I swallow before moving to the center of the bed, my knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. I lay my head on his pillows, and despite how hot I am, I almost want to get under the covers. He climbs on the bed with me and settles himself behind my knees.
"Are you ready?"
I nod. "Don't forget you said you'd distract me."
"I won't." Before doing anything, he just lets his eyes rake over me. "Did you research anything, or did you just try it?"
"I did some research first."
"Good." He puts his hands on my knees, giving them a slight squeeze. "Will you spread these for me?"
God, the question sounds so dirty leaving his lips, but I still find myself doing it for him. He leans forward, fitting his body between them. He brings his head down to kiss me once.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to come to me for this. And thank you for trying it out for me. Though now I just feel like you're doing it for me."
"I am. But I also want it now." I lift my head to kiss him again and wrap my arms around his nape, keeping him close to stall what's coming for me. He breaks it, though and leans up, making me to release him.
He puts his hands on my stomach, causing the muscles to flex. He moves them up and over my nipples before dragging them back down. He brings his lips down to my neck, making me turn my head to the side. He places a soft, delicate kiss there before trailing them lower to plant them across my collarbone, down my sternum, to the top of my bellybutton. I've never had anyone kiss my body like this. The feeling is actually nice.
I tense up when I feel his hot tongue lick a stride back up to my sternum. I feel the air from his exhale hit the saliva left behind, and it makes my breathing start to pick up. A gasp slips out when he drags his tongue over my nipple. God, I really, really like that.
My breathing hitches slightly when he grabs at my boxers. "I'm going to take these off now."
"Okay," leaves me in a whisper.
I lift up when he starts to tug on them, and I'm left bare after he pulls them off my feet, tossing them to the end of the bed. He slides down more, bringing his head between my knees. I almost want to squeeze my legs shut, but I fight the urge and try to stay calm. He places a kiss on my hipbone, making my dick twitch at the close proximity. He leans back up but keeps his eyes on my hard on.
"I love how you're always hard for me," he says, taking me in his mouth right after. A moan instantly rips up my throat as the heat engulfs me. He wastes no time and starts to suck, sliding deeper each bob of his head. God, I wasn't expecting this. Why all of a sudden? It's not like I asked for it.
Only when I hear the lid of the lube popping up do I realize that this is the distraction. "Wait." He leans up, letting me slip from his lips. "Are you doing it right now?"
"I was just going to warm the lube up between my fingers first. I'll tell you before I touch you, Wes. Right now, I'm trying to get you turned on."
"I... I already am." My dick twitches in agreement.
"More turned on," he says, bringing his mouth back to me. I throw my head back when he slides down until I hit his throat. Shit. How is he able to do that without gagging immediately? I guess that's something else he'll have to help me with.
"That feels really good," I can't help but to admit. His other hand moves up to my chest and finds my nipple. Okay, that's way more stimulating than last time. Especially with it being paired with a blowjob. "Fuck."
He leans back up, sitting on his knees. "Did you play with these while you touched yourself?" he asks, still rubbing his thumb over the same nipple.
"N-No. I didn't think about it. I only focused on the one thing."
"Did you get yourself off while you did it?"
"No. It wasn't really pleasurable to me, so I didn't feel like it."
"Oh." He looks a little disheartened, but he still says, "I'm going to try to make it good for you, I promise. I'm going to touch you now."
I instantly tense up when I see his other hand moving between my legs. "D-Don't look. Just... kiss me while you do it."
He leans over me again, propping his elbow beside my head before placing his lips against mine. After a few soft kisses, I feel my body relax some, but I immediately tense when I feel his slick finger touch me down there, barely missing the hole. He pulls back from the kiss, surprise evident on his face.
"You shaved?"
This is so embarrassing. So much that I can't hold eye contact. "Y-Yeah. I thought you'd like it."
"I mean, it doesn't matter. I'm just surprised you did it for me."
"I also wanted to do it, so," I trail off.
He brings his lips back to mine, making my eyes flutter shut. His fingers move against me, sliding down until they find the hole. Oh, god. It's happening. I tense again, scared he's going to just shove it right in, though I know he won't.
"Relax, Wes," he mumbles against my lips. I deeply inhale through my nose while trying to focus on his lips. His fingers start rubbing up and down, doing the same thing I've been doing all week, but for some reason, it feels a little different this time. God, he was right. It is better with someone you like.
I relax after a few strokes of his fingers, but the anxiety is still there about the insertion that's about to happen. He lifts up to say, "I'm barely going to put it in, so just try to stay relaxed. It'll only hurt if you tighten up, okay?"
"Okay." I take slow, steady breaths through my nose as he leans down to kiss me again. He removes one his fingers before slowly pressing against it. The stretching feeling is instantly uncomfortable. My lips freeze against his, as the steady breaths I was doing get caught in my throat.
"Breathe, Wes."
I sharply inhale, and I can't stop from tensing. The action causes his finger to get pushed out, and I'm immediately relieved, letting a sigh out. Fuck, how could anyone like that?
"Can I try again?" he asks, a sad look taking over his face.
Not wanting to tell him no and also not wanting to give up just yet, I nod. "I'll try not to tense up, but it's really uncomfortable."
"Let me add some more lube." He grabs it and squeezes a good bit on his finger before rubbing it over me again. The wet feeling down there with how much he puts feels a little gross, but I did read you could never have enough lube.
He positions his fingertip again before looking me in the eyes. I give him a nod and try hard to keep my body completely relaxed. But when he presses in again, that intrusive feeling returns, making me squeeze my eyes shut.
"How much is in?" I get out through clenched teeth.
"Just my first knuckle."
"Fuck. It feels like so much more."
"Does it hurt?"
Does it? Not exactly, but I don't I think I fucking like it. It's uncomfortable, weird, and it's like my body wants it out, too.
"No, but...I don't know."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N-No. I want to try to get the whole thing in."
"Tell me if it hurts at all. I mean it."
"Okay."
He eases his finger back out just a little before pushing it back in. It actually feels like it went in some more, and the thought both scares and excites me. I can do it. I just need to stay relaxed. His other hand suddenly grabs my dick, slowly pumping his hand. I try to focus on that pleasure while his finger moves in and out. I let a small moan out as his thumb strokes the underside of my dick.
I feel him slide even deeper, his knuckles pressing against me. I take a deep breath at the full feeling. "Is that it?"
"Yeah. It's all in. Does it feel okay?"
"I guess. It's still weird." My body still feels like it should get it out, like it doesn't belong there.
"Just let me..." His finger starts to wiggle inside some, making me let a groan of discomfort out. I don't like it. At all. "-try to find it."
"What? Find what?" My head jerks up, and a loud gasp is forced out of me when I feel a sudden sensation shoot through my body, like little bolts of electricity. My eyes lose focus for a second, and shaky breaths leave my lips. What the fuck was that? I don't think I've ever felt anything like it.
"Did that feel good?" he asks, making eye contact. He wiggles his finger again, pressing against that same spot. A moan is drawn from me this time as I lay my head back and close my eyes. Fuck. That actually feels incredible. "That's your prostate." He pulls out some before pushing back in, stroking over it. Though I tense up, I manage to stay relaxed down there and let my legs fall open more.
When I open my eyes again, I notice he moved back to sit on his knees, and he's staring down at his finger inside me. I feel my face heat up, and I can't help but clench up at the lustful expression on his face. The action makes his finger still, and his eyes shoot up to mine.
"You okay?"
"I told you not to look."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's really hot." Yeah, I could tell by his face. "Can I try another finger?"
"I don't think I'm ready for it." This actually feels pleasant. I don't want to rush things and ruin it.
"I meant a different finger. My middle one is a just a little longer and wider. Do you want to try it?"
"Okay," I say with a nod.
He slowly pulls out, and when it leaves me, it actually feels a little empty now. Unlike before when my body wanted it out, it kind of misses the feeling now.
He adds more lube before pressing back against me. I tighten up once before relaxing again, preparing myself. His finger pushes against my rim before slipping past it. There's only a little bit of discomfort this time as he works it in and out before it's fully inside.
"I'm going to stop touching you now to see what you think of it by itself, okay?" I nod, and his hand leaves my dick. His other one moves again, pressing against what I guess is my prostate. My vision blurs from the slight crossing my eyes do before I squeeze them closed. The small of my back lifts up from the bed just a little bit.
"Fuck," I groan out, this time in pleasure. His finger starts moving, each little thrust hitting that spot. "Oh, god. I don't think I can handle it."
"It looks like you're enjoying it. Your dick is already leaking."
I force my eyes open to see pre-come beading out of the slit. I let a whine out and cover my face with my forearm. I feel him pull out almost all the way before pushing right back in, a wet, squishing sound filling the room.
"Oh my god." Fuck. I completely understand bottoms now. This feels so good. And it's so much more stimulating than just jerking off. Honestly... it's better than any sex I've ever had. It's literally the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt. I can even feel the orgasm already building up.
"You're so sexy, Wes. And you feel so tight and warm on my finger." I tighten up just a tiny bit from his words before moaning when he brushes that spot again. "Do you like it?"
"Y-Yeah," I mumble, removing my arm from my face.
"You do?" he asks, excitement lacing his voice and showing in his eyes.
"Yeah. It feels-" My words get caught in my throat when his finger plunges even deeper. "F-Fuck. I think... I'm close. Will you touch me again?"
He nods and grasps my dick in his hand. The short pumps of his hand and the thrusting of his finger make me dig my heels into the bed, slightly lifting my hips up.
His hands still, and he looks down at me. "Don't hurt yourself, Wes."
"It's so... Feels so good." Feeling bold now and wanting to feel it even more, I ask, "Will you use another one?"
He shakes his head. "Next time. I don't want to hurt you by rushing it."
I let a whine out. "I can handle it."
"I know you can, but just worry about coming right now." His hands move again, feeling more intense this time since he stopped for a second.
Short, little moans leave me uncontrollably. I'm a little embarrassed of the sounds leaving my lips, but I really couldn't stop them if I tried.
"I sound so stupid," I manage to get out.
"No the fuck you don't. I feel like I'm literally about to come in my pants just from your sounds alone." I glance down to see his erection straining against his boxers. Well, it doesn't look like he's lying. "Don't be ashamed of your moans. They're the hottest thing I've ever heard. And you have no idea how incredible you look right now. Not to mention the sexy way your abs keep flexing. Are you about to come?"
A broken 'mhmm' leaves my throat. I'm a little scared. The orgasm building up feels familiar yet different. More intense. I don't know.
His finger presses on my prostate again, but he holds it there this time. Every muscle in my body tenses, including the one wrapped around his finger, and my jaw drops as the pleasure takes over. Thick ropes of come shoot up and land onto my stomach, some reaching up to my chest while some drips down onto his hand that's still stroking me.
"Wow," Ryland says with lifted brows.
Once it finally ends, I can't stop the trembling my body's doing. God, that was amazing. It really was. Yeah, I think sex is highly possible now. Especially if it feels better than that.
He slowly slides his finger out, and it feels a little weird without it. I kind of want to squeeze my legs together, but I don't even have the strength to move them. Honestly, I feel pretty exhausted now. Like I could pass out.
"Is it safe to say you loved that?" Ryland asks, biting down on his lip. Still not able to say anything due to the uneven breaths leaving me, I just nod. His teeth release his lip, and a smile grows. "I knew you'd make a good bottom." For some reason, it doesn't bother me to be called that this time. I mean, considering how much I just liked that, it's fitting. "Thank you for letting me do that. Let me clean you up now."
He grabs the hand towel from earlier and starts to wipe up the mess of come on my torso before wiping his own hand clean. "Let me go get another one, and I'll clean you up better, okay?"
"Okay," I manage to get out in a small voice.
By the time he makes it out of the room, my heavy eyes shut. I feel so satiated. And so sleepy. I let a yawn out before letting my head roll to the side.
~
When I open my eyes again, I'm confused. I'm now dressed in some of Ryland's clothes, and the room's dark, no signs of sunlight left. Ryland's not even anywhere to be seen.
I see my phone on the nightstand and don't really remember putting it there, but I reach for it anyway to check the time. Damn. It's already after ten. I see I have a text from Mom, so I unlock my phone to tell her I'm on the way home, but reading her message confuses me further.
'Ryland told me you fell asleep, so just go ahead and stay the night if you wake up later. I'll see you tomorrow, honey.'
When did he tell her? I mean, I'm glad I don't have to rush home now, but I'm still confused.
The door opens, and I meet Ryland's eyes. The memories from earlier rush back into my head, making me heat up.
"Oh. You're awake," he says, coming over to me to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah... Sorry I fell asleep," I tell him, sitting up. I feel like such an asshole. What did he even do about his hard on? I mean, I did leave him high and dry. "You could've woke me up whenever."
"No, it's okay. And... I tried, but you must've been really tired because you didn't budge."
"Oh. Uh, what about my mom?" I ask, lifting a brow.
"She called around nine, and I tried waking you, but like I said, you were out. So I answered it for you and just told her the truth. I asked her if she wanted me to try waking you again, but she said it was fine and that you could just stay with me again if I was fine with it. You already know I am."
"Oh." This feels like Deja vu. The memory of my dad calling and Ryland answering for me resurfaces. "You have a bad habit of answering other people's phones," I say with a hint of playfulness, so he knows I'm joking.
"I'm just trying not to make it look suspicious. Missed calls can make parents worry, too. I want them to know you're safe with me, and that we're not doing anything bad together."
"Aren't we?" I ask in a teasing tone. I figured I'd be more shy after what we did today, but it kind of feels like I gained a boost of confidence.
A smirk grows on his lips. "I don't know. Did it feel like something bad earlier?"
Okay, that newfound confidence falters some when I remember the noises I let out and the way my body reacted to the pleasure. How much I came...
Losing the trust in my voice, I shake my head no.
"I was wanting to talk to you about it some more to make sure you really liked it, but your dead-like sleep kind of gives it away." A smirk grows on his lips. "Almost put you in a coma, didn't I?"
My jaw drops at his cockiness. "You're teasing."
"I know. I'm good at that, too."
"I'm going back to sleep." I huff and roll over, pressing my head against the pillow. I could. I've been asleep five hours, but I could sleep some more. I think stressing about the whole 'fingering' thing exhausted me more than I expected.
He lets a laugh out, and I feel the weight of his hand land on my hip, making me tense. "Are you not hungry? I came to try and wake you again to see."
"Not really." Despite not eating since lunch, I just don't feel that hungry.
"You should eat something, Wes."
"I'm okay," I say, looking over my shoulder. "What have you been doing while I slept?"
"Oh, well, I cuddled you for a little while, and then I got up to eat some instant noodles around seven." I feel a little bad that I didn't stay up. We could've went and got something better to eat. "And then I laid back down with you. I was just in the bathroom when you woke up."
"Sorry I spent the whole time sleeping."
"It's okay. I just like when you're with me, Wes. It doesn't matter what we do."
"Do you want to go to sleep with me then?"
"Yeah. I was actually about to go to bed if I couldn't wake you again."
"Then come cuddle me," I say, turning my head forward.
"Yes, Sir." I can hear the smirk in his tone.
I feel his weight shift some behind me before he slides under the covers and throws his arm over my waist. Before he can press against me, I roll over and let my arm wrap around him, my hand resting on his back. I bury my face in his neck, letting a sigh out.
"Thank you... for helping me today."
"O-Oh. You're welcome."
I lift my head to look at him. "Did you just stutter?"
"You're making me nervous." The pink in his cheeks make him ten times more adorable.
"What? How?"
"Being all cute and thanking me while hugging me."
"Oh. I can roll back over."
"No, stay like this," he says, pulling me closer to him with his arms. "This is perfect."
Despite the racing my heart's doing at how cute he is, I close my eyes and soon drift off back to sleep.
A/N- Whew! This chapter though... I hope you liked it!
Am I wild for throwing the cute fluff at the end of this smutty chapter? Lmao, couldn't help it. Ryley cuddling is like my new favorite thing!
Hope you're prepared for next chapter!! A little, tiny spoiler... new characters are going to be introduced!! Can't wait for you to meet them!
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