SUA... Healer - Ch 5 (Adv) - Private 🔞 (Patreon)

Naruto

“No way!” He crossed his arms in an X, his face blazing red. “Overruled!”

“C’mon, brat, it’s just a hotel,” Ero-sennin cajoled, though the effect was ruined by the perverted grin on his face.

“It’s not that big a deal, taichou.” Tenten-chan was a little red in the cheeks, but added, “We’re professionals, and… it’s a good way to keep a low profile?” Her voice pitched up in uncertainty.

“It’s not a hotel, it’s a frickin’ brothel! And he’s not thinking about our profile at all.” He pointed at the slight drip of blood under Jiraiya’s nose.

Ero-sennin let out a theatrical gasp. “I’m always thinking about our profile, taichou.” His emphasis on the same word was a lot more teasing than Tenten’s.

“That’s a bright red lie,” Naruto snorted, folding his arms. “You’re never thinking about anything but giant boobs! No way do those beds get cleaned properly; we’re not stayin’ here.”

“Well, I am,” Jiraiya shot back. His expression and tone were abruptly solemn. “Believe it or not, brothels are some of the best places to gather information or disseminate rumors you want to spread.”

Naruto’s indignation faltered. “…You’re serious?”

“You know I take my work seriously. Alcohol and attention from beautiful people loosens tongues and distracts both civilians and shinobi.”

“And doesn’t that apply to you, too?” he asked dubiously. “You always get distracted by pretty ladies. The first time I saw you, you were peeping in the onsen and barely noticed the Closet Perv jumping you.”

“I can appreciate a beautiful woman without getting distracted, and I don’t let anything slip that I don’t mean to. And for the record, I am considering our profile, so it was a snow-white lie at most.” Jiraiya threw an arm around Naruto’s shoulders, and suddenly his voice and expression were boisterous and goofy once more. “Besides, I take issue with the accusation that I only think about giant boobs; that’s not true at all! I appreciate every pair of boobs! Every single one, they’re all beautiful in their own way!”

“Hear, hear!” Several nearby men cheered, causing Tenten-chan to blush again and Naruto to facepalm.

Jiraiya roared with laughter, and only settled down once the few bystanders moved on or stopped paying attention to the man teasing the teens. Once they had, he rubbed his chin and said, “I’ll grant you this much: We don’t all need to stay here. You two can find a room somewhere else. Naruto, you are supposed to be in charge of this mission, and if you want to abuse your authority to get some alone time with your girlfriend, that’s your decision.”

Naruto spluttered. “I’m not–!”

Before he could even mount a defense, Ero-sennin turned and strolled into the brothel with one hand in his pocket, calling over his shoulder. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“That’s a useless sentence!” Naruto yelled after him. “There’s nothing you wouldn’t do, ya giant perv!”

Jiraiya’s booming laugh cut off as the door shut behind him, but not before their ears heard a few women gasping, “Jiraiya-sama’s back!”

The two of them were left staring at the brothel, until Tenten-chan scratched her cheek and said, “I guess he’s been here before…?”

Naruto shoved his hands in his pockets. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit.” He turned on his heel. “C’mon, let’s find a real inn.”

They backtracked toward the main square of Ubame-chou, and soon found an inn called the Smokehouse. It stood out from the rest of the town because of its second story, as well as the kawara tiled roof, in contrast to the much more common thatch.

The two of them paused in the stone-floored genkan, and Tenten-chan called out, “Gomenkudasai.”

An elderly woman’s voice greeted them almost instantly. “Welcome, travellers! Come in, come in!”

They changed their sandals for uwabaki, then stepped up into a massive common room that took up most of the first floor, with a dozen or so low tables where guests could mingle and eat. To their right was a small lobby, with a few cushions on a rug laid over the eight tatami mats that made it up. The front desk was empty at first, but a shoji soon slid back and the same old woman bustled out. She was bent and wrinkled, with iron-grey hair pulled up in a neat bun and a kindly smile.

“Welcome to Kunsei Koya, dears,” she said, taking them in. “Oh my, we don’t see many ninja around these parts. Do you have a reservation, shinobi-san?”

“Uh.” Naruto was a little thrown off by the complete absence of hesitation or scorn in her eyes. “No, sorry, oba-san. Do you have two rooms we can rent?”

“Just one, sorry hun,” the old lady replied. “But you’re in luck, it’s the nicest room we have! Even got a private bath, perfect after a long trip. Only 4500 ryou, what do you say?”

That’s like an entire D-rank mission pay! For one night!? But she’s being so nice, I don’t wanna just say no… Oh, but would Tenten-chan even be okay with splitting a single room? I mean, we both slept in the hayloft last night, but that’s not the same as a hotel room, and I wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable–

“It’s been a long day; that private bath sounds great,” Tenten interrupted his whirling thoughts.

“All right,” he agreed, reaching for his pocket.

“Ah, that’s a good boy you’ve found, young lady,” the innkeeper smiled. “Something wrong, dear?”

Naruto was patting himself down, frowning. “I can’t find my wallet,” he muttered. “I don’t think I sealed it…”

“It wasn’t in your jacket, was it?” Tenten asked, checking the pockets herself since she was still wearing it. “Don’t worry about it, Gutsy-kun; I’ll cover the room.”

“Right this way, dears.” The old lady led them across the common room and past the stairs, turning into a small hallway. “All our guests can congregate here for some delicious smoked food. Most of the rooms are on the second floor, but our royal suite is down this way past the main baths. You’re welcome to join the public baths, of course, but your room has the private one — plenty of privacy in the room itself, as well.”

She opened the door at the end of the hall, showing them into a room which at 48 mats was bigger than Naruto’s entire apartment. Two zabuton flanked a low table with a tea set, and an open space beneath the window awaited the shiki-buton.

“Tea is of course ready for you, shinobi-san,” she said. “And you can find towels and yukata here in the closet. Futon’s in that one. And through this door here you’ll find your private bath.”

The door clearly led outside, but the private bath was screened on two sides by the walls of the inn, on the third by a tall bamboo fence, and on the last by a set of wooden slats that could be tilted to allow light in. The bath itself was made of dark varnished wood, sunk halfway into the ground for easy access and surrounded by karesansui stones.

“We just ask that you don’t leave too much of a mess, or disturb the other guests with noise,” the hostess finished. “Dinner is at 18:00, and breakfast starts at 07:30. Please let us know if you need anything else, and enjoy your stay.”

Tenten

The door slid shut behind the old woman, and Tenten swallowed at the silence that fell across the gorgeous room. This is the kind of room the yakuza prince would bring a kept woman in my books, she couldn’t help thinking. I mean, I know those are just stories, but…

She was keenly aware that she was still wearing Naruto’s jacket… and virtually nothing under it on her top half.

Naruto, meanwhile, was still patting down his pockets, over and over. “I know I didn’t seal gama-chan…”

Tenten blinked, distracted from her increasingly dirty thoughts. “Gama-chan?”

“My wallet,” he clarified. “He’s shaped like a green toad, and I feed him my mission pay to keep him fat and happy…”

“I thought that was Jiraiya-sama’s wallet…” she said, frowning. “He had it when he went into that brothel–”

“What!?” Naruto exploded. “That pervy bastard stole my wallet? That had all my A-rank mission pay in it still! Why’d he even do that, he’s already loaded!”

“I’m sure he has a good reason,” Tenten patted his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Naruto muttered.

“Let’s have some tea,” she soothed him, moving over and putting the kettle on the fire. “Just have a seat, I’ll make it.”

Still grumbling, Naruto dropped onto the zabuton, folding his arms and scowling at the table.

Tenten didn’t have the heart to tell him his scowl looked more like a pout — which was to say, adorable. Or maybe I like him more than I’ve been willing to admit. She turned that thought over in her mind as she rinsed out the yokode kyusu with hot water from the kettle. Jiraiya-sama keeps teasing Naruto about us being a couple… but has Naruto-kun noticed I didn’t disagree?

Rather than return the kettle to the fire, she set it on the table, cushioned by a cloth, holding her hand over it to be sure it was at the right temperature for tea. Satisfied, she opened the clay pot of sencha and added about five grams to the kyusu, then 200 milliliters of water she estimated at 75 centigrade. After sixty or so seconds, she tipped half into each of two cups, sliding Naruto’s across the table.

He picked it up, balancing it on his palm, and took a sip. A crease grew between his eyebrows, and he rotated the cup carefully to drink again.

Is there something wrong with it? Tenten took a sip of her own. It tastes pretty good to me… No way, is Naruto secretly a tea snob?

A third sip, and Naruto finally said, “This is different than the tea I’ve been making. Does… tea taste different if you put it in hot water?”

What. Tenten paused. “Have… you been putting it in cold water?”

“Yeah?” Naruto shrugged, still frowning at his cup. “I got a teapot because Anko-sensei likes the tea ceremony, but I ain’t ever been to a tea shop. I thought hot water just speeds up the… teaification. I didn’t realize there was an actual reason!” He laughed, scratching the back of his head, but it was clearly forced.

It took everything Tenten had not to start laughing herself, knowing with a cold certainty that Naruto was bracing to be made fun of. It’s not his fault he doesn’t know things I was taught by my parents… he didn’t have parents. I might tease him about this later… but that’s not what he needs to hear right now.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I know you have teachers for ninja things, but if you have questions about other stuff you can ask me.” Seeing him hesitate, she cast about for a change of subject. “Can I ask you something?”

“Eh, sure?”

“I was wondering what you needed to do before we left Konoha? I meant to ask yesterday, but Jiraiya-sama distracted me.”

“Oh, I just went to talk to Gaara and his family.”

She blinked in confusion. “The Suna-nin we captured? Why?”

“Well, I mean…”

Temari

“You’ve changed.” She finally said it out loud, the thing they’d been dancing around for days. Ocelot was away — or at least hidden to give them a semblance of privacy — so it was just her brothers at the low table where she was setting out the meal.

Kankurou’s eyes widened, and his legs tensed under him as he prepared to fling himself away from Gaara, who for his part had been meditating. Their youngest brother looked between them, taking in their tension, and sighed. “Yes.”

“Tell us what happened?” Temari asked, picking up her chopsticks. Kankurou slowly did the same, still watching Gaara warily. “How did fighting that Naruto guy make such a difference?”

“It was not the fight.”

Temari raised an eyebrow, and Gaara shifted in his seat.

“It was not just because of the fight,” he clarified. “That was a contributing factor, yes. So was the change that was made to Shukaku’s seal. And… so too were your words, Temari. I had grown accustomed to thinking of the demon’s voice as mother’s, but you primed me to distinguish that. Naruto’s intervention… I was prepared to kill him like anyone that got in my way, but m- Shukaku became fixated on him. I did not realize why, but Naruto did.”

“Why?” Temari prompted.

Gaara closed his eyes again. “Because he also hosts a demon.”

“What?” Kankurou yelped. “That blond runt who came by is… like you?”

“I suppose that explains how he could fight against Shukaku,” Temari mused. “In the first stages of the exams he just seemed like a lucky idiot, especially during the first test. But I guess he was sandbagging, because his fight against the Hyuuga was actually a bit impressive, and then he summoned two huge animals while I was engaging the Uchiha.”

“Summoning isn’t cheap,” Kankurou observed. “You think he was… borrowing chakra for it?”

“It would make sense.”

“He spoke of how Konoha scorned him, as Suna did me,” Gaara went on. “And when we clashed I felt his resentment… but he also said that he had found people who treated him differently. That he chose to focus on the good instead of dwelling on the bad. I found myself dwelling on that once the Gama-sennin improved my seal and quieted Shukaku’s voice… I found myself able to recall moments of peace that I couldn’t recognize at the time. And… that you fought to protect me, both of you, when I had done nothing but terrorize you for years.”

Kankurou shifted uncomfortably. “I mean… we’re still family.”

“Indeed. For the new perspective he gave me, I owe Naruto everything,” Gaara finished gravely.

“I guess there’s more to him than meets the eye, huh,” Temari mused. If he really is like Gaara, that explains why he seemed so unfamiliar with polite manners… He didn’t mention any siblings of his own, and if he was completely isolated here he wouldn’t have had much chance to practice… and that just makes it even more impressive that he didn’t turn out exactly like Gaara used to be.

“You seemed rather impressed with him yourself, nee-san,” Kankurou said slyly. “Maybe you’re hoping for that political marriage?”

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Kankurou.”

Tenten

“The weirdest thing was how different Temari-san looked with her hair down,” he finished. “I didn’t realize, but her hair is actually kinda long. It looked nice, though.”

Tenten felt an odd swoop in her stomach. He sounds so impressed. That Suna girl… doesn’t he remember she humiliated me in the preliminaries!? She forced herself to take a deep breath. That’s not fair, Tenten. That was in a competition; everyone was showing off. This is about trying to reestablish diplomacy with a foreign village so our alliance doesn’t fall apart. But if he’s impressed with longer hair…

“I know what you mean,” she said, reaching up to untie her odango hair buns. “You get used to seeing someone in only one way or only one situation, and in a different context they suddenly look totally different. Sometimes it even completely tilts how you think of that person.” Or how you feel about them, she finished the thought in her mind, thinking of her previous crush on her teammate.

Naruto didn’t answer, and when she looked his way she found him staring at her with his mouth open.

Struck dumb, huh? Ha! Take that, Suna bitch! She thought, taking a sip of tea to hide her smug smile.

“Wow, Tenten-chan, your hair is way longer than I thought,” he said finally. “I, I guess I’ve never seen it down, though.”

“I usually keep it up when I’m training or on a mission,” she agreed. Pocketing the cords, Tenten shook her hair out and ran her fingers through it, letting her hitai-ite slip down to her neck. “It does tend to get kinked when I leave it up for too long, though; I really could use that bath.”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, looking down at his teacup. “You can go first.”

Tenten didn’t get up right away. Fortunately she still had her tea as an excuse, and took another sip as her mind raced. The dark romance novel comparison she’d drawn earlier was still circling her thoughts. Her new — she forced herself to admit it — new crush was sitting a meter away, in what was clearly a honeymoon suite. The two of them were alone, unlikely to be disturbed until dinner, and had a private bath available. There was nothing to stop him from peeping, or walking in on her, or… to stop her from inviting him in.

Screwing up her courage as she finished her tea, Tenten got to her feet and unzipped the orange jacket she was still wearing. She shrugged it off and let it fall on the chair, leaving her once more wearing nothing on her top half but sarashi. She felt her cheeks burning once again as Naruto’s jaw dropped again before he forced his gaze to the table… and then her pride soared as it seemed he was unable to stop himself from peeking back up.

“I bet another pair of hands would make it easier to take care of,” she hinted.

Turning, she did her best to saunter the way Anko-sama seemed to find effortless, heading for the bathroom. Gods, that was so… But the look on his face was incredible, and I did that! And now we see where this goes…

Her stride faltered at the bathroom door when she didn’t hear Naruto following her. She glanced back over her shoulder to find him still sitting tsurugi-straight at the table, and his gaze jumped back to her face before darting away again.

Was he staring at my butt? Her pride swelled further, but he still wasn’t getting up.

Then again, it’s Naruto; maybe he needs more than just a hint…? Anko-sama told me a lot of men like it when you’re up-front with what you want, but I wonder if that includes Naruto. I wouldn’t want to make things weird between us, but on the other hand, I think I can trust him not to be upset. And the way he’s staring, would he even say no? Or should I be even more aggressive than that? If I find the right moment should I just kiss him? Or…?

Tenten shook her head to clear it, but the motion of her loose hair drew Naruto’s gaze back to her. He looked her up and down yet again, and then guilt flashed across his face.

Yeah, that settles it; he’s either scared to take the hint or doesn’t recognize it’s supposed to be one. The idea of going beyond hinting was mortifying, but… It’s Naruto-kun, she reminded herself once again. He’s my friend. He’s not gonna think less of me.

“Naruto,” she called his name before he could look away again. His eyes snapped to hers, and the guilty expression intensified, so she gave him her gentlest smile. “That was an invitation to join me.”

Jiraiya

Gold, this is gold! Adhering to the exterior wall above the bathroom’s window and camouflaged by a simple Kakuremino no jutsu, Jiraiya scribbled furiously in his notebook, pausing only to actualize a quick one-way silencing seal to let sound in but not out.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He’d originally planned to send a Kage Bunshin to shadow the kids once Naruto balked at entering the brothel, but when they hadn’t noticed him summon it he’d decided to make a lesson out of it. Letting the clone lift Naruto’s wallet, he’d trailed them back to the ryokan unseen.

Hearing there was only a single room got the literary wheels in his head turning, but realizing Tenten must be thinking along those same lines nearly had his mouth watering. Sure, there was still a chance nothing would happen. Naruto wasn’t exactly what he’d call smooth, he was too blunt and inexperienced for that, but every time he stumbled he somehow managed to recover. Even mentioning another woman didn’t blow up in his face… kid, you’re a natural!

Long experience let him construct the scene taking place inside with a simple sketch — it helped that he was familiar with that particular room — and some shorthand to make sure he didn’t forget the details of their conversation.

Even if Naruto himself doesn’t seal the deal tonight, this setup has the perfect blend of sweet and naughty to be a big hit. If I can pull this off in writing, it’s gonna blow Icha Icha Violence out of the water! Now what can I call it…?

Naruto

There’s no way. Naruto swallowed hard. But… Tenten-chan is my friend. She wouldn’t say that if she didn’t mean it. And… I guess this is what Anko-sensei meant? Tenten-chan wouldn’t be getting undressed in front of me in the first place if she didn’t want me to look.

Pushing down the guilt and shame, he let his gaze drift back down. Tenten-chan didn’t wear lip color like Sakura-chan and Ino tended to do, leaving her thin mouth a much more natural pink that only slightly stood out against her sunkissed skin. Her usual shirt’s collar was high enough to conceal a handful of nicks and scars that came from regularly handling weapons, now standing out starkly as her blush spread down the paler skin of her neck and across the powerful shoulders visible beneath the tails of her hitai-ite.

She was still looking over her shoulder, and her newly-loosened hair actually reached her waist, which he hadn’t realized at all. One of the best pranks I ever pulled in Academy was to spread that rumor that Sasuke liked long hair… I don’t think he gives a damn, but all the fangirls grew their hair long and pretty, and no one suspected me at all! On the other hand… maybe this is better? If it’s something only I get to see…

He swallowed again, shifting in his seat and trying to adjust himself in pants that were feeling rather tighter than earlier. “Are you sure?”

Tenten-chan still looked embarrassed, but she didn’t get upset at having to repeat herself, like he’d more than half-expected. She turned back to face him, and said, “I don’t mind if it’s you, Gutsy-kun.”

Naruto could almost hear Ero-sennin’s gleeful cackle at the line even he knew was cliché, but at the same time, it reassured him quite a lot. She really is serious… Which means… it’s okay to reach for what’s in front of me, as long as I don’t overstep.

Hesitantly, he started unfastening his flak vest, not taking his eyes off Tenten-chan as he shrugged it off. She leaned against the bath’s doorframe to watch him in turn, and he took it as permission to keep looking at her.

He had known her arms were muscular, her regular shirt being sleeveless, but her shoulders and collarbones were developed and prominent, and while she didn’t have the biggest bust, there was some distinct cleavage even with her chest bound by sarashi. Her trunk didn’t narrow much at the waist, but her abdomen was even more toned than his own, with each of her abdominal and oblique muscles clearly visible when she moved.

His eyes caught on her belly button, just barely visible over the high waistband of her pants. Tenten instinctively moved to cover her stomach, then paused and traced her fingers along her waistband instead. “Are you joining me or not?”

Naruto’s mouth felt drier than Gaara’s sand, but he nodded. Getting to his feet, he peeled off his undershirt and dropped it carelessly on the floor. His own physique was fairly typical for shinobi, judging by his own time at Konoha’s public baths. He wasn’t as cut as Gejimayu-kun, but the barest outline of his abs could be seen when he stood up, and his overall musculature was showing the results of training with Gekimayu-sensei. Which is probably why Tenten-chan is so buff, too.

Tenten’s eyes traced over his own bare torso, then seemed to get stuck at waist level. “Oh, I guess… you do like what you see, huh?”

“You could say that,” he whispered. “…Do you?”

“Yesss,” Tenten breathed, looking back up. Her pupils were blown, only a small ring of steel-grey iris visible, and her half-covered chest was starting to heave.

He took a step forward, thumb playing with the waistband of his own pants. “You’ll tell me if you need to stop?”

Tenten-chan’s blush redoubled, but she didn’t look away from him. “I’m not quite ready to… go all the way.” She swallowed. “But maybe for a start, you can wash my back?”

[Fade to black here if desired – tl;dr: handjob in the shower]

“There’s no reason to bring any clothes into the bath, then,” he pointed out, pulling off his hitai-ite and turning it over and over in his hands, still stealing peeks at Tenten’s naked torso.

“Yeah… You’re right,” she agreed with a tremulous smile. Taking a deep breath, she tugged on one section of her sarashi, then began to unwind it.

Naruto was mesmerized as more of Tenten’s pale skin became visible, centimeter by centimeter. For all the shit he gave Ero-sennin about being a pervert, Naruto hardly considered himself a prude. He’d seen breasts before, most often in Konoha’s red light district as he tried to figure out his Oiroke no jutsu; hell, he’d even seen and played with ‘his’ own breasts as Naruko for longer than he’d like to admit. But there was something distinctly different about a girl undressing for him, and by the time Tenten’s ghost-pale nipples were revealed his mouth was watering.

Once again, she moved to cover herself with her hands, and once again she stopped, grabbing the waistband of her pants instead. Naruto did the same, and with wordless, eager smiles, they both shoved down.

Naruto let out a breath of relief as his length was finally freed, before realizing that while he’d gone ahead and pushed his underwear down too, Tenten was still wearing a plain pair of panties that looked rather damp.

Tenten inhaled sharply, her eyes fixed on his erection. “Oh, wow. Did… I really cause that?”

Naruto couldn’t help but huff a laugh. “You’re the beautiful girl in the room with me almost naked, so yeah.”

Tenten’s blush reached fever pitch, and she turned back around before pushing her panties down her long, muscular legs. “Let me start the shower.”

The shower wasn’t immediately visible from the door, a low faucet with a practical stool in front of it for them to clean off before getting in the bath. Tenten sat down, peeking back at him out of the corner of her eye as he followed her in. Her eyes visibly tracked the bounce of his erection as he walked, and she squeezed the bottle of soap a little too hard.

Still, the sponge quickly turned it into suds, and Tenten hurriedly wiped herself down before passing the sponge to him while she started cleaning her hair. Wetting it again, he took a much slower approach, both watching and feeling the sponge scrape gently over her souboukin muscle and prominent shoulderblades. The suds dripped down her back, and he let the sponge follow their trails along the curves of her kouhaikin. With his other hand, he trailed his fingers along her ribs, eliciting a shiver as he traced the slight indent of her waist and the rather more dramatic swell of her hip.

“You need to stand up so I can finish,” he said. His voice came out low and husky, and Tenten drew a sharp breath.

Nevertheless, she stood, and he soaped along her lumbar and backside with the sponge as well, before setting it aside. Then, before she could rinse off, Naruto gave in to something he’d been guiltily dreaming about for weeks and planted his hands on her firm, rounded cheeks. His fingers sank in only slightly before meeting firm muscle, and he made an appreciative noise.

Tenten squeaked, but let out a soft moan when he squeezed. His hands drifted down, appreciating her powerful thighs, and her breath hitched again, but she stepped away before he could continue. Hurriedly rinsing herself off, she muttered, “Okay no, not as ready for that as I thought…”

“That’s all right,” he promised, standing back up as she turned around.

Her eyes drifted down again, and she swallowed. “Sit down and I’ll wash you off, too.”

Naruto took a seat on the stool and let Tenten direct the shower over his hair and body, intent on washing his hair as well. Her thin, callused fingers massaged the shampoo into his scalp, and tension drained out of his shoulders. Being taken care of, even in a small way like this, was surprisingly relaxing. Next she picked up the still very soapy sponge to scrub him clean, which wasn’t quite as soothing as her fingertips in his hair had been, but still felt nice.

When she finished washing his back, he held out a hand for the sponge… and then swallowed hard when instead of handing it over, Tenten pressed herself against his back so she could sponge his chest herself. He almost couldn’t focus on the feeling of her pebbled nipples slipping across his skin because he was too distracted by her almost panting breath against his ear.

“Just because I’m not ready for you to touch me doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you like this,” she whispered, letting the sponge drift down to his lap. She squeezed, covering his length in soap, and then dropped the sponge to wrap her hand around him instead.

Her grip was tight and warm, and he couldn’t hold back a groan of pleasure when she started to slide her hand up and down. “Nngh… That feels good…”

Encouraged, she sped up while her other hand roamed across his chest. Her calluses from years of weapon handling slipped softly across his skin, assisted by the soap, and Naruto let his head drop back onto her shoulder. Tenten’s breath was even faster in his ear now.

“Don’t hold back,” she panted.

She’s enjoying this almost as much as I am, he realized as a tightness started grow in his gut.

“I’m, I’m getting–” He gasped when her fingers tightened and her hand suddenly blurred. “Tenten-chan–!”

His orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and he groaned again as she stroked him through his entire release, painting both the shower wall and her fingers white. Finally she slowed down, then stopped, still holding him as they continued to lean against each other.

“There,” Tenten breathed. “Now we can enjoy a nice bath… After we clean you up again, anyway. Hopefully that will keep you satisfied.”

Naruto looked at her embarrassed but satisfied face out of the corner of his eye. “No promises.”

A/N: If you’re enjoying this story, feel free to check out my discord server at https://discord.gg/H6V854Fvbg

‘Bright red lie’ (真っ赤な嘘, makka na uso) and ‘snow-white lie’ (真っ白な嘘, masshiro na uso) are related idioms for ‘completely blatant lie’ and ‘completely harmless lie’, respectively.

The inn that Naruto and Tenten find themselves staying is meant to be the Nardoverse equivalent of a Japanese ryokan (旅館), a traditional style of temporary accommodation. The name ryokan typically implies wafū (和風, ‘Japanese-style’) construction and architecture, as well as public baths, especially if an onsen (温泉, ‘hot spring’) is nearby. Dinner and breakfast are usually included (though not alcohol)

The currency in the elemental nations is the Ryō (両) — in Japan this was originally a standard(ish) unit of weight equivalent to about 16.5 grams, and around the 16th century a koban (小判, lit. ‘oval’, meaning an oblong coin) weighing 1 ryō of gold was introduced by the Tokugawa shogunate, leading to the coin also being called a ryō.Exact valuation of the Japanese Ryō fluctuates massively throughout history (even before considering inflation), but when the initial gold-backed Yen was established in 1871 it was said to correspond to 1.5g of gold. As this is just about a tenth of a ryō (by weight), I tend to shorthand Nardoverse ryō to be worth JP¥10 (just move the decimal over) — and according to the wiki, Kishimoto did that too, so I’m not completely out of pocket!The ‘honeymoon suite’ at this ryokan is therefore JP¥45000/night, which would be €244,08 or US$289.79 per night. Not unheard of for a really nice ryokan with a private bath, I think.

The commissioner and I joked about the tea gag weeks ago; couldn’t resist.

Tenten’s hairstyle appears to be called odango atama (お団子 頭, lit. ‘dango-bun hairstyle’) in Japan, but it’s clearly based on various Chinese styles; in particular — since Tenten’s design is almost certainly inspired by Chun-Li — the Chōng Tiān Jiū (Simplified Chinese 冲天鬏, lit. ‘soaring to the sky bun’).

Glossary

kawara (瓦, ‘[roof] tile’).

Gomenkudasai (ごめんください, lit. ‘sorry please’) – colloquially something more like ‘excuse me’, a phrase for requesting attention on entering a home or ryokan (旅館, a traditional inn).

uwabaki (上履き) – house slippers.

tatami (畳,) – traditional Japanese woven floor mats; since they are of a standard size — right around 880mm x 1760mm or 34.6in x 69.3in (nice) — a mat count can serve as a measure of a room’s area.

shōji (障子) – traditional Japanese [rice] paper sliding doors.

Kunsei Koya (燻製小屋) – [The] Smokehouse.

futon (布団, ‘cushion’), which on its own usually refers to shiki-buton (敷布団, ‘laying-down futon’); also the root of zabuton (座布団, ‘sitting cushion’).

karesansui (枯山水, ‘dry garden’) – sometimes called a ‘Zen garden’ in English.

kyūsu (急須, ‘teapot’) – in this case a yokode kyuusu (横手の急須, ‘side-handle teapot’).

sencha (煎茶, lit. ‘infused tea’) – [medium-grade] green tea.

tsurugi (剣) – a straight, double-edged sword; here used as an invented compound in the vein of ‘ramrod-straight’.

Sōbōkin (僧帽筋) – the trapezius (upper back) muscles

Kōhaikin (広背筋) – the latissimus dorsi (broad back) muscles

Canon Jutsu

Kakuremino no Jutsu (隠れ蓑, lit. ‘concealing-raincoat’) – a cloak of invisibility or camouflage, as from the Japanese folktale Momotarō (桃太郎, ‘Peach Boy’).