Sexy Adventures in Yugakure part II

The night after our mission, we were still in the rooms we rented out in Yugakure, though the atmosphere had completely shifted. The answer for this problem assailed our ears even now; rain. It has been battering the area almost since our mission ended, and, for a village that depended entirely on tourism, bad weather was like a death knell. A grim mood had spread across Yugakure, which infected our quarters as well.

Me and Ino were lounging on a sofa, bored and restless as our mission has come to a complete halt. Shikamaru, on the other hand, sat at a nearby table, obsessing over some documents he filched from Yamamoto's office yesterday. Apparently, he found something important that caught his interest.

The door to the room opened, and Asuma stepped in.

"How is she, Asuma sensei? How is Kurenai sensei?" Ino demanded, motivated as much by the hope to break the monotony as much as to inquire about her teammate's wellbeing.

"Kurenai's fine. She's not sick, not really. Maybe she ate something foreign. Either way, she says that she will be well enough for us to head back by tomorrow."

"Well, that's good," I muttered. Kurenai has refused to leave her room ever since they had returned from their mission yesterday. As far as I know, my cum didn't cause any negative physical reactions to its consumer. It must be the guilt that's making Kurenai bedridden.

"Wait! What do you mean by leaving?" Ino asked. "I thought we were gonna have a holiday here once the mission was done."

"That was before all these... unnecessary complications came up. Anyway, if these documents are important as Shikamaru says they are, we'll have to deliver them to Lady Hokage as soon as possible. We will depart tomorrow."

"But-"

"The decision has already been made," Asuma barked, far more snappish than usual, before returning to tend to Kurenai, the door trembling in its hinges with the force he closed it with.

"Well, this sucks," Ino muttered, folding her arms underneath her breasts, blowing a strand of blonde hair falling on her face.

None of us had a response for her. After several minutes of silence, Ino started again. "You know, Choji..." she began in a conspiratorial way, her tone the same as when she always gets a supposedly brilliant idea.

"What?" I grunted.

"We could still sneak out you know. At least see how Yugakure's nightlife is like before we have to go back."

"How?" I asked indulgingly.

"Simple. We just leave a couple of shadow clones here. Asuma sensei would be so busy taking care of Kurenai sensei, he wouldn't even notice!"

I thought about it for a moment and scaled the pros and cons. If Asuma found us out, he probably wouldn't do much more than chew us out. On the other hand, the idea of exploring a city at night with Ino sounded... thrilling. "Sure."

"Yes!" Ino pumped the air in victory. "What about you Shikamaru?"

"It's raining," was his only reply, said without even looking up.

"Pfft, you are such a bore!" Ino said, poking him. "If we did go, will you rat us out?"

"If I do, then he'll ask me to find you guys and bring you back. In the rain. So, no. Just make sure not to do anything stupid and come back tomorrow morning!"

"Thank you, Shikamaru," Ino said, condescendingly patting the other boy's spiky hair before turning to me. "Ready to go, Choji?"

I grinned, the dreary monotony of the night finally broken.

It didn't take long for Ino and I to realize what a horrible idea it had been to come out. When it rained in the Land of Hot Water, it rained. Cold water droplets hit us with the force of rocks, the rain blurred our vision as much the noise blurred our hearing, while me and Ino sought cover under a meager umbrella. Even the fact of our wet bodies mashed together, and me getting the opportunity to slip an arm around Ino's bare, toned midriff wasn't enough to make up for the wet misery. Ino, however, was a stubborn woman who refused to believe any idea she gets is wrong and so marched us forward.

And so, half deaf and blind, we stumbled into a big, brightly glowing building that turned out to be a casino. The rain has cooped up all the tourists, leaving the casino largely empty, but some dozen or so people, regulars and gambling addicts, presumably, were milling about. When we stepped inside, our completely drenched appearance caught an eye or too (more for Ino than me, naturally) but the people working there, probably glad at having any customers, didn't say anything.

Soon enough, Ino was deep in the revelries, livening the place up. Her refusal to back down from gambling, no matter how much she lost, reminded me of Tsunade. At least Ino had a stronger stomach, gulping down glass after glass of sake and appearing only slightly drunk.

I was feeling out of my element and spent my time making sure Ino didn't do anything stupid (and checking her out every chance I got) while looking at a doorway that led to an upper floor. Apparently, that's for the VIPs. I could occasionally see scantily dressed girls going there to entertain the guests there.

"Wanna go in?" Ino asked, sitting next to me. Apparently, she had gotten tired of the games, though, more likely, she had simply run out of money to play.

"Uh - huh," I said, while staring at another group of escorts entered the VIP floor. "You need a special pass though."

"Hmm," a tipsy Ino pondered. "I can use my Mind Possession Jutsu on some guests. Get their passes."

"And when they wake up, they'll see that they've been robbed and raise the alarm. We can't blow our cover on a mission."

Out of options, Ino folded her arms under her breasts and scowled.

Suddenly, something dawned on me and I grinned. "But I think there's another way. Meet me outside."

In a moment, me and Ino were standing in a cramped dirty ally, once again being battered by rain. I pointed at the side of the building, in which a row of windows, from which soft light and softer music emanated out of.

"There. That's how we get in," I said, pointing upwards. The windows belonging to the VIP floor was quite high above, but a ninja can easily make that jump.

"Assuming that the room we jump into is not full of people," Ino said, shivering in the rain. "And no one inside checks for passes."

"Can't solve every problem. We'll jump out quickly if things go south."

With no other path and still wanting to go in, me and Ino jumped in through the window.

Fortune was, for once, was on our side. Peeking inside we saw a men's washroom, clean and bleak. Once we were sufficiently satisfied by its emptiness, we jumped inside, walked across it, and opened the door to an empty dark corridor. Walking to the end of the corridor, we saw the VIP room, luxurious, but even more empty than the floor below, with only a half dozen guests lounging around alongside their escorts.

"Let's go!" Ino said eagerly.

"Ssh! Wait!"

"What now?"

"Take a good look. You would stick out like a sore thumb there."

It was true. There weren't any female guests here. All the guests were male, and all the females were escorts.

"If you want to go there, without blowing our cover, you'll have to dress like that," I suggested sneakily, hoping for the best.

"Absolutely not! Don't even think about it!"

"Then go downstairs. I'll take a look of the room and join you there in... say, half an hour?" I said, though I didn't mean it. Instead, I was hoping the drink to would cloud her judgement, and her competitiveness would get the better of her. And by the stubborn glare she was giving the room, I hedged my bets right.

In case that wasn't enough, fortune gave us a further push as the clatter of high - heeled shoes came from the corridor behind us. Turning around, we saw one of the escorts emerging out of the ladies' room, now staring at us curiously. "Who are you-"

Ino sprang into action before the sentence was finished. "Mind Possession Jutsu!"

Having spent countless hours of training with Ino, I was quite ready to hold her unconscious body, as her own consciousness went into the other girl's.

The said girl, now controlled by Ino, stepped forward and I shivered. It always creeped me out a bit to see the Yamanaka clan's special jutsu in action. The possessed looked exactly the same, but a slight grey sheen had fallen over the escort's formerly black eyes, and when she spoke, Ino's words came out in a different voice.

"I'm gonna swap our clothes, Choji," Ino said through the escort's mouth, while grabbing her real, limp body and going to the ladies' room. "You stand guard outside."

And so I did, walking up and down the width of the corridor, hoping that no other woman would come to use the room.

Some seemingly endless minutes later, a voice softly came out of the room. "Choji, come in here!" It was Ino's voice. She must have returned to her body.

The first thing that I noticed was the escort, lying unconscious on the bathroom floor, stripped of her clothes, her nudity covered by Ino's clothes that were roughly put on her.

"Is she alright?" I asked, alarmed and going to the limp body.

"Oh, she's fine," Ino's voice replied. "I had to knock her out a bit. Come, help me put her in a stall."

"That's -" my complaint died in my throat the moment my eyes were laid on Ino.

I always knew she was hot. Before I got this body, when I watched Shippuden back in my first world, I always thought Ino was one of the hottest characters, and by Boruto, she unquestionably was. But knowing isn't seeing, especially when the vision of loveliness was only two feet in front of you.

Her blonde hair, usually tied in a strict high pony was now let loose in all its golden majesty, a measure to fit in as well as to hide her striking, clan - specific eyes as much as possible. She had somehow found time to subtly apply makeup to accentuate her striking facial features. Crude as it may be however, my eyes were glued solely on her body. A strip of purple cloth covered half her breasts, leaving the other half bare. Snowy white and massive, Ino's breasts might even rival Tsunade's, if given a decade or so. Going past her gorgeous, toned midriff, another strip of cloth that barely qualified to be called a skirt was wrapped around Ino's waist, but it too was egregiously revealing, as at least a quarter of Ino's perfect buttocks, covered by the flimsiest of red thongs, hung out of her 'skirt.'

"Well?" Ino giggled tipsily, spreading her arms. "What do you think?"

I did my best to formulate at least a single word, instead of mewling. "Gorgeous."

"Aww, Choji, you are so sweet!" Ino chirped, flippantly deflecting my compliment, which would have offended me if I wasn't so enthralled. "Now come, let me hide this girl."

We took the escort and put her in the stall furthest away from the door and put Ino's clothes on top of her for modesty and warmth's sake.

"Hopefully she'll be out until I can return and switch our clothes again," Ino remarked. "Now, can we finally go?"

"I think we covered all possible bases now," I said with a smile.

"Good. Otherwise, I would've knocked you out too and go by myself," Ino said good naturedly, grabbing my hand and finally going to the VIP lounge.

Our entrance caused quite a stir among the sleepy lounge and its handful of people. Ino's beauty was, of course, the main reason, but also the fact that we were still a bit wet from the outside rain, and, most disturbingly, my age. While all the escorts were more or less Ino's age, most of the men were quite old, most likely the leading oligarchs of Yugakure. I was easily younger than them by a few decades, at least.

The first of the inconvenient question propped up, but Ino took charge of the whole room. Between mouthfuls of expensive wines that seemed to have almost no effect on her, Ino easily deflected the questions directed at me and made herself the center of all attention. Soon, both our unusual entrance and the sleepiness was forgotten, as Ino directed the guests from game to game, all the while holding a lively conversation with all of them.

Of course, this was easy for Ino because of her beauty. She quite easily eclipsed all other women in the room, which garnered her glances ranging from jealousy to gratitude to awe. I myself was not jealous at all the male eyes landing on her. After all, she's here with me, not them. While Ino didn't sit on my lap like the other women did, she leaned heavily onto me and permitted my arm around her waist, though the one time I dared it to go below that and my fingertips began to graze her bare ass cheeks, Ino's elbow 'accidentally' fell on my crotch. I quickly withdrew my hand, while silently vowing to myself that, as a punishment for this offence, once I make her addicted to my cum, I'll make her crawl to me to get her cum fix each and every time.

After some time, I decided to go to the men's room. I wasn't afraid of leaving Ino, who by now had wrapped all the other men in the room around her finger, alone. She's very capable of taking care of herself, and, if anything, the thing to worry was that someone would get a bit too handsy with her and she would retaliate disproportionately, revealing the fact that she's a kunoichi.

I had just finished my business in the men's room and was about to rejoin the group when a familiar voice spoke out, turning my blood to ice. "Having fun, are we?"

I whirled around to see Kurenai, sitting on the window that me and Ino used to sneak in ourselves just half an hour earlier.

"Kurenai sensei," I gulped. "Did Asuma sensei send you?"

Kurenai snorted in derision as she jumped in. "No. He's asleep. I'm here to drag your merry asses off before he wakes up, and before you could hurt Ino more."

"I - hurt Ino?"

"I saw what you got her wearing!" Kurenai hissed, her baleful red eyes directing their full wrath at me. "Tell me, Choji, do you take pleasure in humiliating the women in your life like this?"

"Ino chose to wear that so she could see what's going on upstairs!" I said as my own anger was rising. "Just like what happened yesterday happened all because of your choices!"

"How was any of that my choice?" Kurenai said, barely restraining herself from yelling. We never got a chance to discuss what happened privately, and now that issue had broken out in this most inconvenient of places.

But now, I too was equally angry to stop. "Well, let's see. You chose to accompany us in our mission, and you chose to get naked. And when you saw my cock, it really didn't take all that long for you to forget about Asuma did it?"

Kurenai's face was pale with shock. "You... you think I did all that on purpose?" she demanded, her palm already flying at my face.

Now, I don't think I can take Kurenai in a fair fight. But the fight isn't fair anymore. She may have consciously willed to hurt me, but my cum already ruled her unconscious. She cannot hurt me, really, and I saw that plainly in her eyes.

My hand easily grabbed hers before it could slap me and pinned it to the wall above. Then, guided more by emotion that reason my lips crashed into hers.

Her other hand futilely swatted my chest in protest, but her mouth gave the real answer, opening itself up to my ravaging tongue. Once it sufficiently plundered her mouth, I drew back, a string of saliva that hung between our lips, before it broke off and clung to Kurenai's hair.

"How can you do this, Choji," Kurenai asked in a much more subdued tone. "How could you do this to Asuma?"

That did make me a bit guilty. Asuma has always good to me. Oh well, I'll use my foreknowledge to save his life. That'll make us square.

My hands drifted lower, down to her clothes. I could not make heads or tails out of the weird bandage shit that she wraps around herself, and in my horny impatience, I began to tear at it, strips of white cloth came apart easily in my hands. Underneath, she was wearing a red tank top and red shorts. "It's not about me, Sensei," I said, continuing to rip apart her clothes. "You should ask how you can do such a thing to your boyfriend."

"What do you meeaann?" Kurenai gasped out the last word, as I squeezed her nipple.

"You're letting this happen. You want this."

"Nooo!"

Undeterred, my hands now brushed her cunt hair. That seemed to have made an impact on Kurenai. She lifted her leg for a kick, one last attempt to ward me off.

That was the wrong move. I grabbed her by the raised leg and threw her onto a nearby sink, in which she fell ass first on the bowl of the sink, legs awkwardly splayed out of the rim in each direction. The pink of her cunt glistened in the light, and I jumped at it.

I imagined fucking Kurenai many times since I saw her. I never expected this. As she lay in the sink, I roughly pulled her legs apart and inserted myself fully. Kurenai opened her mouth in ecstasy, and I grabbed a torn piece of cloth lying on the floor and rammed it into her mouth.

"Tell me you want this," I murmured into her mouth, while fucking her deeper into the sink. "Tell me that you prefer to get fucked by your boyfriend's student in a casino's bathroom rather than fucking him."

Kurenai spat out what had once been her clothes out of her mouth. "Yesss. Asuma, forgive me dear, but I must do this."

That drove me off the edge. Fucking me was no longer a choice, but a biological necessity. The thought made me cum while my dick was still buried deeply inside Kurenai's womb. It filled her and began to overflow out of her cunt into the sink.

"No! Not there! In my mouth!"

Kurenai clambered out of the sink in wobbly legs and looked back. The bowl of the sink was filled to the rim with murky white liquid, floating downwards. The once respected kunoichi jumped into action in order to prevent all of my cum from going down the drain. And she did by sticking her face into the bowl without hesitation, swallowing mouthful after mouthful to make sure they don't go to waste. Once it was done, she carefully licked the entire bowl to make sure she got everything.

When Kurenai lifted her face and saw herself in the mirror above the sink, she could scarcely recognize the face that stared back at her. Streaks of white ran down her entire face down to her bare breasts, which clung in her black hair. Her red eyes, once so fearsome, now swam in placid contentment.

I stepped near her, but she looked away. It was quite clear why. She can't blame me anymore. Kurenai had cheated on her boyfriend in the most sordid manner possible.

Before either of us could say anything, footsteps rang outside.

"Quick! Cover yourself!" I commanded, though in vain. Kurenai was still in too much of a shock, and I had ripped her clothes beyond salvaging.

The door to the men's room opened and Ino drunkenly stumbled in. "Kurenai Sensei? What are you doing?"

The red eyed kunoichi stared back at her.

"She came to fetch us back," I stepped in. "She's... uh - getting ready to get into one of those outfits so she could come outside."

It didn't make much sense and didn't explain why she was fully naked in front of me nor what the white liquid on her face was, but the copious amount of alcohol Ino had consumed all throughout the evening has finally caught up with her and she accepted my excuse with a shrug.

"And what are you doing here?" I asked.

"You were gone for quite a time, Choji," Ino hiccupped. "The guys were getting handsy and I didn't want to break any arms today."

The idea amused her and Ino got into a fit of giggles, drunkenly swaying around until Kurenai caught her.

"Aww, thanks Kurenai Sensei. You are so sweet. And you smell so sweet!" Ino remarked, taking a sniff, and then kissing Kurenai's cheek. "Why does your makeup taste so delicious?" Ino demanded, kissing Kurenai again. Then, deciding decorum wasn't letting her have a proper taste, Ino stuck out her tongue and gave Kurenai's cheek a lick.

"That's enough!" Kurenai said, keeping Ino in a distance and regaining some semblance of her former self. "Let's leave before Asuma wakes up!"

And that was it. Ino got into her own clothes back while the torn remainders of Kurenai's were dispatched to the best of our abilities, before we jumped out of the window and began to jump back to our quarters. Kurenai was buck naked still, but the night sky and rain covered her nudity, while the latter helped wash off the last of my cum off her body.

As we jumped from one building to another, me supporting a quite inebriated Ino, I studied Kurenai's silhouette. It was not at all in my plans to fuck her, or any other kunoichi of her level, so early. It was a reckless decision, brought about my impatience at having to be patient with my own plans. Yet, it worked. I didn't think one dose of cum was enough to rewrite a brain so much that I would be able to fuck someone, yet I did? Was Kurenai simply weak willed or vulnerable, or did her cum - addled brain readjusted to whatever I demanded of her? Should I be this forward with all other kunoichi, or did I make a grave mistake by being so forward with Kurenai?

When we came to our quarters, Shikamaru and Asuma were deep in sleep. I put an already snoring Ino on her bed and looked at the naked Kurenai. "We need to talk. About everything that happened, today and yesterday."

"Not now," Kurenai whispered. "Not now. Tomorrow, maybe."

Saying that she drifted off to the room she shared with Asuma. I wonder, when he wakes up tomorrow, if he will kiss her. That would be the second time Asuma would have unknowingly kissed my cum residue off his girlfriend's face.

With that last happy thought, I began to go to my own bed... until a hand from behind me wrapped around my face, and I lost consciousness.