Sexy Adventures in Yugakure, part I

I walked through the streets of Konoha up to the main gates in the early morning hours, stifling half a dozen yawns. Ninjas have an annoying habit of starting off missions at the break of dawn, and, despite the less serious nature of this mission, Asuma seems to be following the protocols.

At the gates were Ino (who looked cranky as I felt) and Shikamaru (who was dozing off on a rock). Asuma, on the other hand, seemed excited and happier than I've rarely seen him, clearly excited to spend some time with his girlfriend at the most popular holiday destination in the ninja world. And, sure enough, just as he had promised Lady Tsunade yesterday, he had brought his girlfriend alongside him.

And so, I used the opportunity to get my first good look at Kurenai Yuhi. The first thing that struck me, surprisingly, was how tall she was. She was taller than most women I have seen, taller than her boyfriend even. Her black hair was stylishly messy, and her skin was as pale as the moon. And then there were the white strips of cloth wound tightly around her body, leaving her smooth, long legs bare and which teased about the parts of the body that was technically covered up.

At the sound of my approach, Kurenai looked at me. Suddenly I froze in my steps as her full red eyes bore into me. I had never really thought of Kurenai as a threat because of the ease with which she was defeated by Itachi, but now, seeing her in front of me and caught in her predatory red glare, I realized how much Kurenai was a threat in her own rights, a master of genjutsu.

"Hi Choji!" Kurenai said with a friendly smile and a raised hand.

I was able to move again. "Good morning, Kurenai sensei," I said with a bow, glad that the movement hid my awed eyes.

"Good, we are all here," Asuma said while shaking Shikamaru from his sleep. "Let's go!"

---

The Land of Hot Water, in which Yugakure was located in, bordered on the Land of Fire, and with the rapid, tree jumping method that the ninja employed, we were able to get there by noon. I wasn't even tired considering the many miles that I had just run (jumped?), and once again was left to wonder how great this world is.

The sense of wonder only intensified once we entered the village. Konoha was run like a military camp, in which all ninja trained for war ever since they learned to walk, and all civilian activities were directed to supplement the war effort. Yugakure had no hopes of matching such military might and instead has directed all its energies for harnessing its natural resources to make as much profit as possible. Everywhere you looked there were restaurants and hotels, casinos and bars, and of course, onsens. Then there were the people; from all over the world, laughing and carousing and rowdy, most of them drunk. My eyes also fell on the anachronistic fashion sense of this world, more visible here than back home; it wouldn't be out of place to see a woman in a traditional kimono holding a conversation with a woman wearing a micro bikini. Once I suppressed my rationality, it was a true feast to the eyes.

All in all, Yugakure was a world apart from Konoha, and I now understood why everyone back home was obsessed with vacationing here.

As soon as we got our lodgings, we began to track Mr. Yamamoto, a ridiculously short man in a suit with a few clumps of grey clinging to his head. If our two sensei felt ridiculous spying on this geriatric while hiding among bushes and treetops, they didn't betray those sentiments. Irrespective of his previous objections to leading this mission, now that he had it, Asuma was determined to make a proper job out of it.

After two days of ignoring the temptations that surround us and tracking the old tycoon, we met on a grassy knoll outside the city, sitting around a circle. Of course, the idea of Yamamoto knowing about us and planting spies on us was ridiculous, but I guess being the son of the longest serving Hokage made one a stickler to rules.

And so, after two days of boring reconnaissance, the five of us were sitting on a meadow outside in a circle, and Asuma asked me and Ino to proceed. This was a new fear of his; that me and Ino have become dependent on Shikamaru for making plans, resulting in him giving us the plan making task to see how good we will do.

"Let's start then," Asuma stated. "Ino, you go first. What's your plan?"

"I got it, Asuma sensei," Ino said with a wide grin, putting her hands behind her head. "I just use my Mind Possession Jutsu on Yamamoto and get access to his ledgers without any trouble. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!"

"Don't be so hasty, Ino," Kurenai sensei said gently. "Didn't you notice Yamamoto almost constantly wearing those ridiculous sunglasses of his? It might be a sign of bad fashion sense rather than any concerted effort at preventing eye based jutsus, but whatever it is, he is impervious to your techniques as well as mine."

Ino deflated.

"Think before you jump into plans, Ino," Asuma chastised his student. "Now you, Choji."

I took my time thinking how I will present this plan, trying not to make a blunder in front of my teacher's hot girlfriend.

"Yamamoto stays inside his main casino most of the time," I started slowly. "He only seems to come out once. In both of the days that we observed, he came out in the evening, and spent exactly one hour, from five to six pm, in a nearby onsen. And even when he goes out, he takes some books with him, which I assume would be the ledgers he considers to be the most important."

Asuma nodded in approval.

"Which means our best chance at getting hold of those documents would be if we go to the onsen as well."

"I don't like the idea of the ladies going to such an... establishment. It definitely didn't look like just any onsen," Asuma concluded. "Ino's definitely not going."

"Hey that's not fair!" Ino complained. "I wanna have some onsen fun too!"

Asuma only gave his famous, stubborn scowl at her. Ino made a face and wrapped her hands around each other underneath her breasts but kept her peace.

I cleared my mouth and started again. "I didn't think you'd let her come anyway. So, it'll be you, me and Kurenai sensei."

Kurenai interceded before Asuma could interrupt again. "Let's go then," she said, before turning to Asuma. "You can't stop me from coming. Plus, it's not like I'm a stranger to these places. I'm pretty sure you took me on dates to seedier places in our wild teenage days."

That made Asuma retreat into good (if slightly embarrassing) memories, allowing me to continue.

"Yes. Asuma sensei, I suggest you make a shadow clone. Then ask the shadow clone to use the Transformation Jutsu to make it appear like a woman. The clone can then appear as a - uhm, hostess at the establishment, get close to Yamamoto and look for the document. Meanwhile, the three of us will be at the onsen at the same time, to do something if things go wrong. And while we are doing all that, his office will be empty, which means Shikamaru and Ino can sneak into his office and search if there's any other valuable documents left. Their jutsus are made for just that kind of stuff."

A moment of silence, before everyone looked at Shikamaru, who cracked open one eye. "It's not a completely foolproof plan. But since this mission has low risks, we won't get a lot of other opportunities to test one of you guys' plans. It'll almost certainly work, anyway."

"Very well then," Asuma agreed a bit reluctantly. "We'll go with Choji's plan, see how good of a tactician he is."

Shikamaru smiled and slapped my back. "Leave it to Choji to plan a mission where his only role is to relax in an onsen."

I smiled back at him. If the worst Shikamaru thinks of me is my sloth, then my cover, so far, remains intact.

---

And so, we went with my plan.

At four in the evening, Asuma created a shadow clone of himself, and asked it to use the Transformation Jutsu to look like a woman. While none of us knew Naruto's Sexy Jutsu, Asuma's female version (much to our shock) looked quite attractive, with her wild dark hair and bold daring eyes. Whatever is missing was worked on by Ino (who began to refer to the clone as Asumi, much to its and its creator's displeasure) with her makeup. By four thirty, the clone began to head towards the onsen, grumbling at his (her?) bad luck for being chosen for such a mission. Soon afterwards, Ino and Shikamaru left for Yamato's casino, so that they could sneak into his office the moment he leaves, maximizing the hour they get.

By five, me, Asuma and Kurenai were at the onsen that Yamamoto frequents, an elaborate but definitely shady establishment. While Kurenai went with the ladies to change, me and Asuma got into our towels in the men's section, our eyes always on Yamamoto.

Then we went to the next room, the heart of the onsen. It was a large room, covered in steam. From the little I could see through it, there was a large pool at the center, filled with water constantly boiling in it, apparently through natural geo -thermal heating (as advertised).

Through the steam we could see figures sprawled in and around the pool, doing some... interesting stuff. And through this mist emerged Kurenai. The towels we were given were pretty tiny in my opinion, and on Kurenai's tall figure it only managed to cover her middle parts, leaving both her lean legs and the tops of her breasts bare. The sensei wasn't daunted. It wasn't some lewd attitude on her part like some other women I encountered, but her being comfortable in her own skin, and a supreme sense of confidence that she'd be able to handle any problem coming her way.

After a brief greeting the three of us went into a corner of the room (my eyes firmly on Kurenai's towel covered glutes) on the diagonally opposite side to Yamamoto, though we could only see him (and Asumi who was on her way to him) periodically, when the steam lessened.

However, our attention was stolen by a woman coming our way. She was wearing the yukata of the establishment, but it was untied, leaving her pendulous breasts bare. "Seems like you boys need some extra female company."

"Oh no thanks," Kurenai said, putting her arms around me and Asuma. "The three of us are together."

"Ooh, a threesome. Nice," the hostess winked and left.

"We stand out," Kurenai hissed once she left. Looking around instead of focusing on our target, I realized how correct she was. The room was dispersed with mostly couples, all lounging around, talking loudly and laughing, while some have already moved on to the second base. Only the three of us were clothed, standing awkwardly in a corner of the room.

"We'll have to lose our towels," Kurenai said, coming to the same conclusion I did.

Asuma shot her a pained look.

"Oh, it'll be fine," Kurenai reassured him. "No one will be able to see me properly through the steam. And Choji's your student. He's like a little brother to me, aren't you?" she said, directing that last part towards me while squeezing my cheek.

Immediately, a spike of anger flooded through me. Why do women infantilize men whom they are not attracted to? Do they think attraction is mutual, and just because they are not attracted to us, that we're not attracted to them? Oh well, in Kurenai's case, it's a mistake that will end up costing her dearly.

And so, we began to unravel our towels, my eyes firmly on Kurenai sensei's body. And it was exquisite. While Ayame was a civilian and Shizune and Tsunade had medical ninjutsu to cover themselves up, Kurenai's body was undoubtedly that of a kunoichi. Hard abs protruded from her toned stomachs, and a dozen scars and battle wounds decorated her body. Her breasts, while obviously smaller than Tsunade's, was still very respectful, larger than Shizune's and topped by dark brown nipples, which still poked through even after she put hair in front of her torso in a vain attempt to cover her breasts. Kurenai's crotch, however, caught my special attention. While grooming is quite easier with ninjutsu, a dark patch of trimmed hair was maintained across the face of her crotch. Well, well, guess Asuma likes to play in the jungle.

When I realized I was staring I quickly looked away. Turns out, I didn't have to, because the other two were staring at me.

"Choji?" Kurenai asked, red eyes wide and nostrils flared with surprise. "What is that?

I then realized what they were staring at, and, looking at Asuma, I could understand their surprise. He was a decent sized guy, really. But compared to my absurd length, with my cock hanging almost to my knees even while it was flaccid and no jutsu involved, I could see the cause of their flabbergastion.

"What... how is that even possible?" Kurenai mused in a daze, her nose instinctively seeking out the smell of my pre - cum, while Asuma could only shake his head in silent reply.

The awkward silence was broken suddenly when Asuma shut his eyes as if in pain. "Shit."

"What happened?" Kurenai asked, concerned, her rapture momentarily broken.

"The clone disappeared."

"What! How?" I demanded.

"It's all this steam. You didn't take that into considerations when making your plan, did you, Choji? The clone couldn't see properly, and it bumped into someone and... well, shadow clones are shadows. They aren't really known for their durability."

"Well, we gotta do something! We have almost lost quarter of an hour now! He'll leave by six!" I replied. "Make another clone!"

"It'll just face the same problem."

Kurenai spoke up. "I wouldn't mind taking it's place -"

"Absolutely not."

"- but I know Asuma would say no," the kunoichi finished her sentence.

"No." Asuma reiterated grimly. "I will do it myself."

He then put his hands in the correct posture and said "Transformation Jutsu!"

Fortunately, he said it relatively quietly, and the mist that comes with transformation blended in with the steam that filled the room. Once it lessened, I saw Asuma transformed into the same female form his clone transformed into a couple of hours ago.

As always, seeing Asuma as a woman unnerved me, and this time, as he (her?) was naked, I saw that the body looked quite similar to Kurenai's, except slightly bigger breasts. Maybe Asuma's perception of a female body was shaped by the one he's most familiar with.

"Very well," Asuma said, his voice now throaty and feminine. "I'm gonna go to Yamamoto. You guys get closer in case I need backup or we need to make a quick exit. Kurenai, I'm entrusting my student to you. Choji, I'm entrusting my girlfriend with you." With that he turned around and walked briskly towards the target, his oddly feminine shape soon swallowed up by the sea of steam.

Once Asuma had been away for a few seconds, Kurenai spoke up. "Come on. We still stick out here and we need to have a clearer vantage point on the mission."

And so, we walked forward, and sat at the rim of the pool, out feet in the steaming water, looking much more like the various couples scattered across the room. I was painfully aware of a very much naked Kurenai sitting next to me, her wild hair occasionally flying towards my torso, her left leg, long and smooth, placed parallel across mine. Then she began to emulate the other women at the establishment. Not fully, of course, but her hands would intermittently reach out and stroke the hair on my head or chest, accompanied by the occasional giggle. All of this, however, was an empty act. Kurenai's red eyes were laser focused on what was happening on the diagonally opposite end of the room, where we could see Asuma approaching the target though most of the time the steam blocked us from seeing any specifics.

"Shall we get closer?" I whispered to Kurenai.

"No," she uttered back in the same low tone. "The target may notice us. Plus, my eyes are better than most ninjas. I'll be able to see what's going on and - oh for love's sake Choji, control yourself!"

I looked down to see the reason for Kurenai's complaint and saw myself starting to get erect. If my dick hasn't garnered enough attention yet, it being erect might finally make it happen.

"Put it down!" Kurenai hissed, her snake eyes directing their full wrath at me.

"I - I can't!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean - I've never even seen a woman naked until now!"

That was, of course, not the truth anymore, but Kurenai believed it easily enough (ouch!). Her eyes softened and went back to scoping the target. While her hands weren't touching me anymore, I couldn't forget about the eroticism of this whole ordeal. Even if I looked away from her, everywhere my eyes turned I could see silhouettes of figures making out through the steam.

"Can you see them?" I asked in a last bid attempt to distract myself. "Do you see what's going on?"

"Shh."

"I'm serious, I want to know -"

"Choji! Shut up and let me do my job!" Kurenai snapped and tried to swat my arm away. And that was her mistake. If she wasn't so focused on her fiancé, if she at least looked at me while berating me, she would have known where her hand would land. I'm guessing she was aiming at my leg, while completely underestimating how much my cock would grow.

This is all to say, Kurenai's hand landed on my cock not so gently, slapping my right ball, while her sharp nails grazed my cock.

"Ow!" I winced. "What the fuck?"

It took me some time to realize how loud I was. The occupants of this side of the room went silent and stared at us, amused and curious.

Kurenai, under the scrutiny of the others' gaze, immediately plunged into her role as a girl of the establishment. Scrambling to her feet, she gave me a full East Asian bow, on all fours, head on outstretched hand and naked ass up in the air. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, master."

Before I could reply, a cackling laughter erupted behind me. Looking back, I saw a decrepit man old enough to be a century, his hands wrapped around two women five times younger than him. "They really don't make whores like they used to, huh?" he asked of me with a conspiratorial wink, but before I could answer he turned back to one of his own girls. "This one of yours?"

"I've never seen her," the girl replied, frowning at Kurenai. The other one also shook her head in agreement.

"I'm new, sir," Kurenai said, bowing to the stranger. Seeing her cover was in a precarious state, she decided to deflect some attention we have started to gather.

"Let me make up for my mistake, sir," Kurenai said, giving a radiant smile that left me dumbfounded. Then she clambered on to me. I could feel her soft buttocks resting on my right thigh, while her own long legs were draped across my left. And as she planted a series of soft kisses on my neck, her hand began to delicately stroke my shaft.

The old man, having redeemed the honour of whores, gave a soft snort and left with his own.

"Don't stop," I whispered to her. "Some people are still looking." I was too preoccupied to check whether that was actually true or not.

Kurenai's lips moved from my neck to my ear, as she pretended to give love bites to my earlobe. "Got it. But Choji, you have to act too. You're as stiff as a board."

"W - what?"

Instead of a reply, Kurenai gently picked up my hand and placed it on her breast.

My thumb drifted over her dark nipple in wonder. "Kurenai sense?" I said in wonder. As much as I love doing this, I was very much aware that if Asuma saw what was going on, he would flatten me to the ground.

"It's alright Choji," Kurenai said in a reassuring tone. "I know you are a good boy and that you don't want to do this to your sensei's girlfriend. But this is just for the mission, alright?"

I nodded, amazed at how well Kurenai thinks of me. Oh well, if she gives her permission, who am I to sabotage this mission?

With renewed enthusiasm I thumbed Kurenai's breasts, all the while she was planted a series of kisses on my shoulder, my neck, my face, everywhere but my lips. That act of intimacy seemed to have firmly reserved for Asuma alone.

My fingers slowly moved downwards, stroking her hardened abs in wonder. And then even more downwards, my fingers twirling around the curly dark hair of her crotch.

Kurenai tensed, even while stroking my dick and moving her thumb across my precum covered tip. "Oh Choji, not there -"

But I didn't want to hear any of that. Pretending to get lost in my 'acting,' I mashed my mouth against Kurenai's, drowning out her protests with my tongue. At the same time my fingers penetrated deep into her, causing her to moan inside my mouth.

My fingers went rhythmically inside Kurenai's wet snatch, and once I lost my breath and stopped my kissing, instead of a protest, all Kurenai could manage to say was "Choji, how are you so fucking good at this?"

Instead of replying however, I latched onto her breasts, flicking her nipple with my tongue. Overstimulated and no wanting to draw attention with her moans, Kurenai bit into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood, while I mauled her ass to leave my fingerprints behind. For a second, the room, the mission, the whole outside world was forgotten, as our only goal became to hurt and pleasure each other as much as possible. Until...

Kurenai stopped abruptly. "Asuma's coming."

"What?" I asked in a daze.

"Asuma's coming. Stop that!" Kurenai said, swatting my groping hands away, returning to her usual self.

"I'm gonna cum," I grunted.

"What? No! Control yourself!"

"It's too late!"

"Asuma can't see this! He can't see us like this!" Kurenai said, losing control for the first time. "Cum in the pool!"

"Can't. It'll be too much. He'll still see," I said. Plus, I don't want to deal with the ramifications of contaminating an entire pool of strangers.

Trembling, Kurenai peered through the mist, evidently looking at Asuma. I myself couldn't see him, but then again, her eyes perceived far more than mine.

"You'll have to swallow my cum, Kurenai sensei," I said, shocked at the words leaving my own mouth.

"What?!"

"It's the only way to get rid of the evidence!"

Kurenai froze, unable to do anything.

"Just do it!"

The simple command bent her pressured mind. Retaking my cock, she bent her head and put it inside her mouth and quite surprisingly, was able to swallow almost half of it. This last act of infidelity pushed me over the edge. Before Kurenai's tongue finished its third lap over my tip, I began to cum.

And I was impressed with the way she took it. Either through skill or sheer desperation, she managed to swallow every mouthful of seed that my balls served up for her. Once she was done, she slid over my legs and leaned on my back, hand on her stomach, which seemed just a tiny bit bloated and flabbier than the one I fingered just some minutes ago.

In a minute, Asuma appeared through the steam, her female face hard and bitter. I had to fight back a laugh of absurdity. Here I was filling my sensei's girlfriend with my cum, while he himself had to turn into a woman to entertain some gross old dude.

"Let's leave," Asuma said with no explanations, and we silently followed him.

The three of us reconvened in an abandoned corridor outside the room.

"Are you guys alright?" Asuma asked, concerned. "Did something happen while I was gone? Kurenai?"

Now that my head was clear, the question made me freeze inside. I took things too far with Kurenai. If she were to reveal what happened now...

Kurenai looked at me, naked, hair disheveled, her eyes containing a haunted look after doing something so against her nature. Slowly, she turned her head towards Asuma. "Everything is fine. Choji was... very sweet."

Both me and Asuma sighed in relief for very different reasons. Whatever it was, whether it was my cum already messing with her brain or just the need to keep her infidelity a secret, Kurenai had decided to cover for me... for now.

"Did you get the accounts?" Kurenai asked, obviously eager to change the subject.

The poof noise of a transformation jutsu occurred. Asuma turned into his normal self, and a towel he was holding turned into a logbook.

"Yes," he said in a voice that seemed to imply he was regretting his life choices. Then he put on air of forced cheer. "The mission is a success!" he said, before giving Kurenai a kiss. The kunoichi stood stiffly, not reciprocating but not really stopping him either. What could she say? That the lips he was kissing was wrapped around his student's cock mere moments ago? All she could do was pretend that everything was alright, at least for his sake.

The mission being a nominal success, the three of us stepped outside the onsen, each a fundamentally different from the person that stepped into it an hour ago.