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Inside the inn, Natsuhi closed the door behind them and turned toward Kanzou with a gentle smile. The warmth of the room felt far more welcoming than the cool night air outside, yet her attention remained entirely fixed on the man before her.
"Kanzou-sama... you must be exhausted after the journey, right?" she asked softly. "Let's take a bath..." A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she lowered her gaze for a moment before adding, "I'll wash your back..."
The offer sounded innocent enough on the surface, but both of them understood there was far more meaning hidden behind those words. Natsuhi had no intention of merely helping him wash his back; she intended to give him a 'thorough' cleaning using the best tools – her own body – and best cleaning agent – her own juices.
"Fufu... you really are thirsty, aren't you?" Kanzou chuckled as he casually squeezed her ass, which made her feel embarrassed.
After all, they had barely arrived at the inn. Yet instead of resting, eating, or discussing anything else, she was already looking for another excuse to continue the act. Even after being raw-dogged by him in a certain alley in the presence of four unknown men, she was still unsatisfied and wanted more of it.
As expected of his thirsty little slut.
Natsuhi's cheeks grew even redder, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she looked up at him with a slightly aggrieved expression. "What can I do...?" she murmured. "You rarely pay any attention to me... so I have to make do with whatever little I can get..."
There was genuine resentment hidden beneath her words.
Unlike many of the women around Kanzou, she couldn't remain by his side every day. Most of the time, he was somewhere else, dealing with other people, pursuing other goals, or simply living a life that rarely included her. Every time they met, she found herself desperately trying to hold onto every scrap of attention he was willing to give.
If it were up to her, things would be completely different.
Sometimes, she fantasized about keeping him permanently in Hoshigakure. In her more selfish moments, she imagined locking him away somewhere nobody else could reach him. Perhaps in a hidden room beneath the Hoshikage Office. Then, by the evening when she finished with her Hoshikage duties, she could return to him and spend the rest of the night bouncing on his big cock.
Or perhaps she wouldn't bother with her duties at all. Perhaps she would simply resign as Hoshikage and devote all of her time being ruined by him.
Of course, she knew such thoughts were ridiculous. They were nothing more than impossible fantasies as he'd simply never allow such selfishness.
Even so, she couldn't stop herself from imagining them.
'If only Kanzou-sama belonged solely to me... wouldn't everything be better?'
At least then, she could devote the remainder of her life serving him and hope that even after her death, he'd remember her, even if only occasionally.
As the thought of dying in the near future crossed her mind, Natsuhi felt her eyes sting. A wave of fear and helplessness washed over her chest, and before she realized it, tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She quickly lowered her head, trying to hide it.
"How come you're crying all of a sudden?" Kanzou asked, surprised by the sudden change in her mood from arousal to tearful.
People aren't wrong when they say that women really go through mood swings.
"It's nothing..." Natsuhi quickly wiped her tears away with the back of her sleeve. Forcing a smile onto her face, she tried to brush the matter aside. "Let's go... We should take a bath before they close the hot spring." She didn't want to waste time explaining herself. There was no point. Explaining it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't remove the fear sitting in her heart, nor would it alter the fate waiting for her in the near future.
However, just because Natsuhi didn't want to explain didn't mean Kanzou couldn't make a guess. Reaching out, he slipped a hand beneath her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Is it because of the star in your chest?"
"..." No words left her lips, yet the slight trembling of those lips and the sadness in her eyes were answer enough. She didn't need to say anything for Kanzou to understand.
"Do you regret planting it there?" he asked.
"...I don't regret being useful to you," Natsuhi answered softly. "I just feel distraught whenever I think about dying in the near future. I don't even know what death feels like..." Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeve as anxiety filled her expression. "I've heard there is a place called the Pure Land. Will I go there after I die? And if I do..." Her voice faltered slightly. "...that thought scares me. I'll be separated from you forever. I won't be able to see you again for who knows how long." A bitter smile appeared on her face as she lowered her gaze. "Just thinking about it makes me feel miserable..."
Kanzou remained silent for a while, offering no immediate response. He simply looked at her and listened. The quiet stretched between them until Natsuhi finally asked the question that had been lingering in the depths of her heart all along.
"Will you... Miss me after I die?" she asked quietly. "Will you be sad?"
"I am incapable of feeling sadness," Kanzou replied without hesitation as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "But if you die, then I will certainly mourn you."
Natsuhi stared at him for a few moments before lowering her eyes. "It must be painful..." she murmured softly. To lose someone and yet be incapable of feeling sadness. To understand loss but never truly experience grief the way ordinary people do. Somehow, Natsuhi felt that was even more tragic than her own impending death. Looking at the man before her, she couldn't help but feel that Kanzou was pitiful in a way few people would ever understand.
Kanzou sighed and shook his head, clearly unwilling to dwell on the subject any further.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "This is something I've accepted about myself a long time ago."
Instead of letting the matter drop, Natsuhi looked at him with even more sadness. It was the look one might give to someone carrying an invisible wound that would never heal. The pity in her eyes was impossible to miss.
"Don't give me that look..." Kanzou said irritably.
"Ahh... s-sorry," Natsuhi apologized immediately, realizing he probably didn't enjoy being pitied. Wanting to move the conversation away from the uncomfortable topic, she tilted her head and asked curiously, "I wonder, though... how would you mourn for me?"
"That isn't something you need to worry about," Kanzou replied dismissively.
Natsuhi puffed out her cheeks. "That's not fair," she complained. "I'd at least like to know how you'd mourn for me when I die. Or is it that I don't even have that right?" There was a trace of grievance in her voice. She truly was going to die in the near future; she deserved to know at least that much.
"It isn't that you don't have that right." Kanzou paused briefly before continuing. "It's more like... there won't be any need for me to mourn for you."
Natsuhi blinked. "There won't be any need for you to mourn for me?"
At first, she couldn't understand what he meant, but then she noticed the meaningful look in his eyes as a terrifyingly hopeful possibility began to take shape in her mind.
Immediately, her breathing slowed, her eyes widened, and her lips trembled.
A faint glimmer of hope appeared in her chest, so fragile that she was afraid even thinking about it might shatter it. It was impossible. Completely impossible.
The star's side effects caused by the radiation it emitted were deadly. She has had her body tested by all the medical ninjas of Hoshigakure, and each test has resulted in one single conclusion. At least, that's what she had always believed.
And yet...
Kanzou wouldn't say something like that without a reason.
"K-Kanzou-sama..." she choked out, staring at him with widening eyes. "Y-you... you don't mean..." She couldn't even finish the sentence. Merely voicing the possibility felt dangerous, as though speaking it aloud would shatter the dream before it could become reality.
Kanzou didn't bother explaining; instead, he looked at her and calmly issued a single order that caught her completely off guard, "Strip."
"Str...ip?" Natsuhi repeated the word slowly as she processed what he meant. The confusion lasted only a moment. Without questioning him, she reached for the sash around her kimono and hurriedly pulled it loose. The knot came undone at once, causing the garment to slacken around her shoulders before slipping open as her curvy, voluptuous body, covered only with her maroon lace lingerie, appeared naked to his eyes.
Embarrassment flickered across her face, but she made no attempt to cover herself. Instead, she let the kimono fall aside and stood before him in her remaining undergarments, waiting obediently for his next instruction.
"The lingerie, too," Kanzou said. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Unless you want it to burn."
"O-okay..." Natsuhi nodded and reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling briefly before finding the clasp.
Click~
With a soft click, the bra came loose as she removed it, and her large breasts bounced out, jiggling before his gaze. Once again, she made no attempt to cover herself, allowing Kanzou's gaze to wander freely.
What drew most of his attention wasn't her large udders, but rather it was the star positioned on the valley between her breasts.
Prominent violet veins pulsed beneath her skin, glowing faintly as they spread outward from the star and snaked across her chest in unnatural patterns, reaching everywhere in her body.
"I look ugly... don't I?" she asked quietly.
Her voice was filled with self-consciousness and despair. She lowered her eyes, unable to bear looking at herself for too long.
"..." Kanzou didn't answer. He simply watched her in silence, his expression unreadable.
The sight was indeed far from pleasant. Rather than beauty, it served as a stark reminder of how close she is to her death. A month or two... that's the most she might be able to live at this rate.
The lack of a response only deepened Natsuhi's self-pity. She let out a quiet sigh before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulling them down.
The moment the garment slid past her thighs, the evidence of their earlier act in the alley revealed itself. Thick white semen spilled from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs in slow rivulets before dripping onto the floor in scattered droplets.
The sight immediately made her cheeks burn with shame. Her body tensed, and she instinctively bit her lower lip as she raised her eyes toward Kanzou, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. Anxiety, hope, and anticipation churned together inside her as she waited for whatever he intended to do next.
"Next... it might hurt a little," Kanzou said calmly and matter-of-factly. "Bear with it, alright?"
Natsuhi nodded without hesitation. "I'll endure anything if it means I can continue living."
"That's good."
A faint smile crossed Kanzou's face. Before proceeding, he carefully swept his senses through the surrounding area, making certain nobody was nearby and nobody was spying on them. Only after confirming they were alone did he activate his Mangekyō Sharingan.
Natsuhi blinked in surprise.
'Those eyes...'
The pattern she saw wasn't the three-tomoe Sharingan pattern she remembered. The intricate design spinning within his scarlet irises was different, more complex, and somehow far more terrifying. Merely meeting his gaze sent a chill through her body. An overwhelming pressure descended upon her, accompanied by a primal fear that made it impossible to maintain eye contact for more than a second.
"Brace yourself," Kanzou warned while gathering chakra in both his eyes.
"Hnn... I am ready," she murmured, gritting her teeth.
"Then..." Kanzou murmured, staring at her body and activated two Ocular Jutsu simultaneously.
'Inferno Style!'
The moment the Jutsu was unleashed, scorching black flames erupted on Natsuhi's body, engulfing it entirely in a few moments.
'Hot... hot... HOT!'
Natsuhi screamed in her mind as unimaginable heat engulfed her entire body. The temperature was so overwhelming that it felt as though she were being reduced to ash alive. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, and instinctively she wanted to flee, to throw herself into water, to do anything that would escape the unbearable torment consuming her from all sides.
Just then, Kanzou's voice echoed inside her mind, "These flames will feel hot, but they won't burn your body... so bear with the heat."
"Huh?"
Startled, Natsuhi forced herself to open her eyes. Black flames completely engulfed her naked body, writhing around her like living shadows. Yet despite being swallowed by those terrifying flames, her skin wasn't charring. Her flesh wasn't melting. Nothing about her physical body appeared damaged.
"H-how?" she muttered in confusion. "Is it Genjutsu?"
The thought lasted only a moment before another wave of scorching heat crashed into her. "Ahhh...!" She shook her head immediately. "No way... with heat like this, there's no way it's Genjutsu!"
"It isn't a Genjutsu," Kanzou answered calmly. "Those are real flames."
Seeing her disbelief, he continued explaining. "These black flames are called Amaterasu. They are said to burn with the heat of the sun itself. Normally, anyone touched by them would be reduced to ash almost instantly."
"As hot as the sun? Burned to ash instantly?" Natsuhi stared at him in shock. "Then... then why am I...?"
Kanzou chuckled inwardly. 'Because Amaterasu practically never managed to kill anyone in canon.' Naturally, he didn't say that aloud since it wasn't the real reason. "Because I'm preventing it from burning you," he explained instead.
It was through Kagatsuchi that Kanzou maintained absolute control over the black flames dancing around Natsuhi's body, carefully suppressing their destructive effect. The flames could incinerate her at any moment if he allowed it, but under his control, they remained restrained, forbidden from harming her flesh.
"However, it's impossible to completely suppress the heat," he added. "That part you'll have to endure while I burn away the radiation accumulated throughout your body."
That was the solution Kanzou had devised.
The cause of Natsuhi's body deteriorating and killing her is the radiation building up within her body. If he could destroy that radiation and purge it from her system, then the process of destroying her body should stop. At least, that was the theory.
He couldn't say for certain whether it would be a permanent cure. Perhaps the problem would eventually return with the continuous usage of the Star. Perhaps additional treatments would be required in the future. But one thing was certain: this would help and would most certainly prevent her from dying within the next few months.
As for whether Amaterasu could actually burn away radiation, Kanzou had little doubt. Despite its underwhelming combat record, there were very few physical things in existence that Amaterasu couldn't destroy once it successfully latched onto them. Unless something could evade it, block it, absorb it, split it apart, or otherwise counter it, the black flames would continue burning relentlessly and endlessly.
Radiation was hardly beyond its reach.
Amaterasu could burn it.
And that was exactly what Kanzou intended to do.
Through the veil of black flames, Natsuhi looked at him. Her face was pale from pain, and sweat poured from her body despite the strange nature of the fire surrounding her. Yet after a brief hesitation, she still gave him a small nod. The meaning was obvious. 'I trust you, Kanzou-sama.'
A faint smile appeared on Kanzou's face.
The flames responded to his will immediately. The black fire shifted and flowed, no longer remaining only on the surface of her body. Guided by him, it began moving inside her body through her orifices, going deeper, spreading inward to reach the contamination hidden throughout her system.
The instant it happened, Natsuhi's composure shattered.
"AHHHHHHHHHH...!!!"
A piercing scream tore from her throat.
The heat attacking her from the outside had already been unbearable. The heat attacking her from within was infinitely worse. It felt as though molten metal had been poured through her veins. Every organ, every muscle, every bone, every blood vessel, and nerve seemed to be roasting from the inside out.
For a terrifying moment, Natsuhi genuinely believed the heat alone would kill her.
"Shhh..." Kanzou said as he walked toward her through the sea of black flames. His voice remained calm and steady, completely at odds with the agony she was experiencing. "Nothing's happening to you."
"K-Kanzou-sama..." Natsuhi stammered. Her eyes were moist with tears as she looked at him. Pain, fear, and panic were written plainly across her face. "I... I'm scared..."
Kanzou met her trembling gaze without hesitation. "I'll kiss you," he said matter-of-factly. "That should stop your fear."
Before Natsuhi could respond, Kanzou stepped forward and pressed his lips against hers. Surrounded by writhing black flames and unbearable heat, she found herself frozen for a moment as he kissed her. The terror consuming her heart didn't disappear instantly, but his calm presence enveloping her gave her something to focus on besides the agony, something to cling to, something to chase after while the infernal flames continued their relentless work.
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A few minutes later, the black flames finally disappeared.
Natsuhi lay sprawled across the floor, her entire body drenched in sweat. Every breath that escaped her lips was heavy and laboured. The ordeal had left her exhausted, dehydrated, and physically drained. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared at the ceiling, struggling to gather enough strength to even move.
"Haaah... haaah..." The treatment had taken far more out of her than she had expected.
Kanzou crouched beside her and slowly ran his fingers across her sweat-slick skin while examining the results. The prominent veins that had once glowed with an unnatural violet hue no longer looked the same. Even her chest and breast region, which had the highest concentration of radiation because of the star being embedded there, has lost the corruption.
In short, things went just as he had intended; the accumulated radiation had been burned away by the black flames.
At least on the surface, the treatment appeared to have worked.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I... haaah... I am... not sure..." Natsuhi replied between breaths.
Her body felt incredibly weak and drained. Every muscle ached, and her head felt strangely light. The exhaustion from having to bear all that heat was so overwhelming that she couldn't even tell whether she had truly been healed or not. All she knew was that she felt as though she had just survived something terrifying.
"First, drink some water," Kanzou said.
Reaching to the side, he picked up a bamboo bottle and uncorked it before bringing the opening to her lips.
"H-hai..."
Natsuhi murmured weakly and began drinking. The moment the cool water touched her tongue, she realized just how thirsty she was. She swallowed greedily, taking one gulp after another without stopping. Before she knew it, the entire bottle had been emptied.
Even then, the dryness in her throat remained.
Seeing that she was still parched, Kanzou fetched more water and continued helping her drink. Natsuhi accepted it eagerly, replenishing the moisture she had lost during the treatment while her exhausted body slowly began recovering from the ordeal.
With the cool water entering her system, she felt much better and soon regained some color. It was still too early for her to tell whether she had properly healed... but she undoubtedly felt better.
After watching her drink several bottles of water, Kanzou finally seemed satisfied that she wasn't about to collapse from dehydration. Even so, her condition was obvious. Her body remained weak, her breathing was uneven, and the treatment had drained nearly all of her strength.
"I guess you need to rest for now if you want to recover properly," Kanzou said.
The moment he finished speaking, Natsuhi reached out and grabbed hold of his sleeve. Her fingers lacked strength, yet she clung to the fabric stubbornly. Looking up at him, she shook her head. There was a strange determination in her eyes, as though the last thing she wanted was to be left alone after everything that had just happened.
"I... I don't want to rest," she said softly.
Kanzou looked down at her and immediately understood what she meant. The look in her eyes wasn't one of fear or uncertainty. If anything, it was the opposite. Having just been pulled back from the brink, she wanted to remain close to him. She wanted to keep feeling his presence and continue serving him in whatever way she could.
"Your body isn't really in a condition to do anything right now," Kanzou reminded her bluntly. "You can't serve me like this."
"I... I'll be able to..." Natsuhi insisted.
Refusing to accept his assessment, she attempted to push herself upright. Her arms trembled violently as she struggled against the exhaustion weighing down every muscle in her body.
"I'll manage..."
The words had barely left her mouth before her strength gave out.
Her body swayed, and she failed to rise at all.
The treatment had taken too much from her. No matter how determined she was, sheer willpower couldn't overcome the overwhelming exhaustion coursing through her body. After struggling for several seconds, she could only remain where she was, breathing heavily, while stubborn frustration appeared on her face.
Even she was beginning to realize just how thoroughly drained she had become, but still, the thirst lingering within her wasn't something that could be quenched with water alone, she wanted to have more sex.
Kanzou watched her quietly for a while, taking in her condition and the determination she still refused to let go of. Eventually, he let out a small sigh and said, "Fine... let's go take a bath first..."
A smile immediately appeared on Natsuhi's face.
"I'll wash your back," she said eagerly, as though she had already forgotten how weak she was only moments ago.
"You aren't in any condition to do that," Kanzou replied bluntly. "If anything, I'll be the one helping you."
Natsuhi opened her mouth as if she wanted to argue, but she lacked both the strength and the confidence to challenge that assessment.
Ignoring her expression, Kanzou helped her tie her kimono and retie the sash. Once he was finished, he slipped an arm beneath her legs and another around her back before lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Natsuhi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and settled against his chest. Although she felt somewhat embarrassed by being carried like this, she made no attempt to protest. In her current state, she knew perfectly well that walking on her own would be difficult.
With Natsuhi resting in his arms, Kanzou left their room and began making his way toward the women's bath.
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Outside the entrance to the women's bath—
Faint wisps of steam drifted through the air as Kanzou approached the doorway carrying Natsuhi in his arms.
He was full naked save for a white towel wrapped around his waist, while Natsuhi was equally naked except for the bath towel of her own, wrapped around her curves.
"Proprietress-san, it'll be alright if I go inside with her, right?" Kanzou asked in a strange, hypnotic voice.
The middle-aged proprietress's eyes immediately became slightly unfocused as she looked over at the two people.
Under the effect of Genjutsu, she didn't find his request to enter the women's bathing area, despite being a man, odd, and nodded with a smile, "Of course. It's only natural for you to do so since you are going to give all these women classes."
Several other women who were also fully naked and were wearing nothing except their bath towels, and were accompanying Kanzou and Natsuhi with similar dull, unfocused eyes, spoke with a smile, "See... we told you there wouldn't be any problem, you were worrying for nothing, Sensei. Just like us, Proprietress-san also understands that your woman is not well, and needs to be accompanied by you in the women's bath."
"Ahaha... I was just a little concerned. I was worried that it might be inappropriate and wondered if we should go to the mixed bathing area instead," Kanzou chuckled while Natsuhi, in his arms, looked at the exchange with a dumbfounded expression.
But it didn't take her long to realize what was going on, 'Genjutsu, huh?'
That was the only explanation.
The women shook their heads, "Taking such a beautiful woman to the mixed bath? Men would ogle at her. Instead, you should come with us to the women's bath. Sensei, you were also going to give us classes, right?"
"Fufu... Indeed, that's what I intend to do," nodded Kanzou, grinning.
"Well then, give us lots of classes, Sensei... we are very eager to learn," the women said with a faint blush as their eyes briefly locked on his muscular chest.
"Alright... stop crowding here, and go inside already to begin the classes," the proprietress said, her gaze also lingering on Kanzou for a brief moment before she quickly looked away and slid open the door leading into the women's bath.
Another wave of warm steam immediately rolled out from inside.
"Thanks~" Kanzou said casually before stepping forward. Then he paused and added, "Don't allow any other men inside, alright? And make sure nobody is peeking during the classes."
"Naturally," the proprietress replied with complete seriousness, and reminded him, "Also, keep the voices down. It's best not to be heard by the people in the mixed bath or the men's bath."
"Understand, Natsuhi? And you too ladies... try to keep your voice down, okay?" Kanzou looked at Natsuhi meaningfully.
"I... I will try," she nodded, her cheeks flushing as she realized just what kind of washing she was about to receive. 'Once again it'll be in front of many people...' she felt ashamed. The only silver lining was that this time it'll be in front of women, and not men. But still... that still made her very shy.
"Fufu," Kanzou chuckled, enjoying her ashamed expression as he stepped inside the women's bath along with many other women.
The proprietress watched Kanzou and the women disappear into the steam through the doorway before closing it behind him. The moment it was shut, she turned toward several servants standing nearby. Every one of them was also under the influence of Genjutsu.
"Make sure no man disturbs the classes," she ordered firmly.
"Hai...!" The servants responded with serious expressions and dull eyes.
Around hot springs and public baths, it wasn't uncommon for certain shameless perverts to try peeking at bathing women. Because of that, security around such establishments was often surprisingly strict. Patrols, attendants, and various precautions existed specifically to prevent incidents from occurring.
"Today again, we must not allow any pervert to peek upon the sacred scenery!" one servant, carrying a wooden bamboo sword, declared with absolute conviction.
"YOOOSSSHHH!!!" The others immediately echoed the sentiment, their fighting spirit ignited as they rushed off to carry out their duties.
While the servants dedicated themselves to protecting the women's bath from any lurking perverts, a certain individual, wearing a lecherous grin, was currently sneaking along a nearby wall on tiptoes.
Naturally, this shameless individual was none other than Jiraiya, who was using Transformation Jutsu to disguise himself for the purpose of carrying out some research.
In fact, collecting 'research material' was one of the primary reasons he had decided to stop by this hot spring town while returning to Konoha from his mission. As far as Jiraiya was concerned, a famous hot spring packed with beautiful women was simply too valuable an opportunity to pass up.
"Hui hui... beautiful women... lots of beautiful women..." he muttered to himself. "A perfect opportunity to gather material for my next masterpiece..."
Normally, sneaking a glimpse at a hot spring's 'scenic attractions' required little more than patience, stealth, and a willingness to run away when inevitably discovered. Tonight, however, security seemed absurdly tight. Patrols were more frequent, servants were unusually vigilant, and the atmosphere around the women's bath felt almost militarized.
As Jiraiya carefully crept along the wall, a sudden shout shattered the silence.
"Hey! Look! Look! There's a pervert over there!"
"He must be trying to sneak a look at the sacred scenery!!!"
Jiraiya froze, "!!!"
Turning his head, he immediately spotted a group of servants charging toward him. Each of them was carrying a bamboo sword and wore an expression of righteous fury, as though they had just discovered the greatest criminal in shinobi history.
"Huh? This early?" he blurted out in disbelief.
Getting caught wasn't exactly a new experience for him. In fact, after years of 'research,' he had developed considerable expertise in escaping angry pursuers. The problem was that this time, he had barely started. Usually, he at least got a glimpse of something before the screaming and chasing began. This time, he hadn't even had the chance to begin his research!!!
"THERE HE IS!"
"DON'T LET THE PERVERT ESCAPE!"
"PROTECT THE SACRED SCENERY!"
"GET HIM!!!"
The servants charged with astonishing enthusiasm.
Jiraiya's eyelid twitched. 'Damn it... are these people so vigilant?'
The moment he realized there was no longer any chance of salvaging the situation, he abandoned all thoughts of research.
"Retreat first, research later!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiraiya turned around and bolted.
"HE'S RUNNING!"
"CHASE HIM!"
"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!"
A chaotic pursuit immediately erupted through the inn grounds as Jiraiya sprinted away at full speed while an increasingly motivated mob of servants chased after him.
"Damn, is my luck really this bad today?" Jiraiya muttered bitterly as he fled. Looking back at the furious crowd pursuing him, he could only sigh in regret. The beautiful hot spring research materials he had been looking forward to were clearly beyond his reach tonight. The only thing waiting for him now was a beating if he got caught.
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Unaware of what was transpiring on the roofs of the inn, Kanzou was sitting comfortably on the wide wooden stool, with a white towel covering his erect cock.
Meanwhile, Natsuhi, fully naked, was seated on his lap, her wet, glistening back pressed against his broad, naked chest, her thick ass resting on his crotch, their skin separated by only the layer of towel. But that didn't stop her from feeling his bulge pressing against her asshole, making it pucker secretly. Her legs were spread wide apart and draped over his knees, completely exposing her maroon bush and glistening pussy lips to the circle of naked women watching her with hazy, dull, yet curious and sparkling eyes.
'So shameful... sooo shameful...!!!' she thought, feeling a dozen pairs of eyes on herself, her face flushed in shame as she panted, her huge breasts rising and falling, jiggling, her nipples erect, tout.
She wanted to cover herself, to hide her shameful, naked state from their sparkling eyes, but it was impossible; not with Kanzou demonstrating his special techniques to them using her body.
"Watch it, ladies... this is the secret Uchiha fingering technique," he said, his lips curled into a wicked smirk as he plunged two thick fingers inside her pussy.
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