"Please, Milady, at least let us do a check of the room," Shiranui Genma argued. "It's for your safety—"
"Why don't you make yourselves useful and make sure Jiraiya-sama isn't spying on the women's baths?" Sakura said, before slamming the door in the Hokage Guard Platoon's collective faces. "Good night!"
Unfortunately for Genma and his teammates, the Sixth Hokage was not in the mood to watch them tear apart her classy hotel room in search of hidden assassins, concealed explosives or even pesky bedbugs lurking beneath the bedsheets. All she wanted was to run a warm bath in the privacy of her own suite, ease the tension from her shoulders, then go to sleep and hopefully not dream of all the people she had indirectly killed.
Sakura eased herself out of her Hokage robes and tossed them onto a low table before slipping out of her dress, which promptly joined the first garment in the growing pile.
"Fuah…"
A contented sigh involuntarily escaped her lips as she pinched open her bra's clasp, releasing her mountainous mounds from their cloth prison. With a soft fwump, warm flesh spilled free of its restrictive confines like a waterfall, undulating and swelling past her belly button as her boobs escaped the bra's size-reducing fūinjutsu.
"!!!"
Upon hearing the muted clatter of something small hitting the tatami floor of her room, Sakura whirled around, her breasts flailing wildly with the sudden turn, only to be met by the sight of Naruto in his walrus-themed pyjamas, complete with a nightcap. Judging by the toothpaste foam spilling from his gaping mouth and the toothbrush abandoned on the floor, she had clearly caught him in the middle of brushing his teeth.
"…aren't you supposed to be missing in action?"
It was only then that Sakura remembered that, as a girl, she was supposed to possess at least a modicum of modesty. She stifled a "KYAAA!"— it was a little late for that, and besides, she didn't want the Hokage Guard Platoon bursting into the room with her girls out for all to see. Besides, she already knew exactly what they would say afterwards: that none of this would have happened if she had let them do their job properly.
And so, Sakura's hands shot out to cover her nipples, but unused to her new size, she missed by a few centimetres, giving Naruto quite the eyeful before she finally succeeded in finding them and making herself semi-presentable with a hand-bra.
"Sa-Sa-Sa-Sakura-chan!?" Naruto stammered, at last finding the wherewithal to speak after watching her fumble around with her chest for a few seconds. "Why are you changing clothes in my room, ya know!?
"That's my line!" Sakura shot back, darting to the table and wrapping herself in a dressing gown embroidered with the ryokan's name. "Why were you brushing your teeth in my room like it's the most natural thing in the world!?"
As Team 7's missions often took them far and wide and frequently lasted more than a few days, Sakura and her companions did not always have the luxury of sleeping in a warm futon at home or in a hotel. More often than not, they had to unroll their sleeping bags and spend the night beneath the stars around a campfire... but that was one thing; a boy and a girl with perfectly healthy proclivities sleeping in the same hotel room was quite another!
"Okay, it's fine, you don't have to get mad, I'll leave!" Naruto said, averting his eyes from the unmistakeable outline of the twin, erect dents poking through the robes wrapped around Sakura's body. "Obviously they made a mistake booking our rooms, ya know it was too good to be true when I got the luxury suite all to myself, but Sasuke and Kakashi-sensei got stuck together, ya know…"
Naruto started for the door, but as he brushed past Sakura, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.
"You don't have to be in such a hurry to leave," Sakura mumbled in a pouty sort of way, turning her head away so he could not see her blushing faintly. "It's been a while since we've seen each other, so… you know, we could play cards, maybe, or catch up a little, or fool around…?"
Naruto's heart skipped a beat. Hugging her chest tightly in her dishevelled, half-dressed state, her skin flushed pink, Sakura looked almost defenceless tonight. It was just the two of them, alone in the luxury suite of a fancy ryokan, and she had not chased him out, even though he had seen her partially exposed… was this perhaps… that!?
"I, er—" Naruto stammered, his heart hammering in his chest. "I forgot to bring my playing cards."
"I left mine at home too," Sakura said in a low, sultry voice. "I was thinking, maybe we could play something else instead…"
"Hang on, maybe we won't have to!" Naruto exclaimed. "I'll get Kakashi-sensei, maybe he's got some— then we can play, all five of us together!"
Naruto's rationale was that Tycoon and Old Maid were more fun with more players, and before Sakura could stop him, he had already dashed out of the room to fetch them… but halfway to Kakashi's and Sasuke's room, he stopped in his tracks. Because of Sakura's hypnotic boobs, he had completely forgotten to warn her that by coming here, she was walking straight into the enemy's trap!
Meanwhile, back in her room, Sakura sighed. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, despite not quite knowing what she had been expecting from whatever that had just been, and she wandered into the suite's bedroom, where she found Fū bouncing on the futon, clad in sexy, form-fitting lingerie; or at least, it would have been form-fitting had Sakura been the one wearing it. It was rather frilly and looked impossibly soft, the silk so thin it was almost transparent.
Her gaze drifted to the opened, discarded present box at the foot of the futon.
A small handwritten card lay beside it, bearing the words, Have fun! Given the size of the lingerie's breast cups, each large enough to fit several of Fū's heads, the intended recipient was obvious. This was especially clear as Fū was happily wearing one of the cups over her head as a helmet, using the rest of the skimpy garment as a makeshift superhero's cape.
"Byakugan!"
Sakura's eyes turned milky white, her gaze hardening to stone as she found Jiraiya the Gallant staring back at her through a hole in the ceiling directly above the futon, as expected. A nervous look crept across his face as he realised she could see him, and…
"SHANNAROOOO!"