"Welcome! Honored guest, how may I assist you?"
Orochimaru handed his VIP card to the receptionist with a grim expression. "One 24-hour private hot spring," he said.
The receptionist, with a beaming smile, took the VIP card and said enthusiastically, "Esteemed member, our establishment features newly built private hot springs infused with a secret recipe developed by our owner, which can better relieve fatigue and stress, and aid blood circulation..."
"Enough, no need to say more. Give me one!"
Orochimaru was a bit impatient. All he wanted now was to soak in a hot spring and relieve the exhaustion from days of experiments.
"Esteemed guest, we also offer a specially tailored massage service, it's a package deal, would you require..."
"You decide. Don't disturb me unless it's necessary."
Orochimaru turned away. He wasn't particularly against massage services; he'd had them during his previous visits.
Honestly, the staff at this hot spring establishment were surprisingly courteous, which earned them considerable favor from Orochimaru.
Massage, after all, was not a big deal. One could indulge occasionally!
Led by another young lady, Orochimaru arrived at a VIP suite. He dismissed the attendant, took off his kimono, changed into a pure white bathrobe, and headed towards the hot spring behind the sliding door.
The private hot spring wasn't large, about ten square meters. However, the rising steam was much denser than usual. Orochimaru stirred the water, finding no abnormalities, and the temperature was just right.
Without further hesitation, Orochimaru shed his bathrobe and stepped into the hot spring. The surrounding steam gradually enveloped his body, but conveniently left the necessary parts exposed.
He had visited this hot spring many times before, so there shouldn't be any problems. Orochimaru closed his eyes, comfortably enjoying the present pleasure.
Hiss! This hot spring water was truly good, soothing fatigue and relieving stress, so comfortable that Orochimaru felt a little drowsy...
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Gulp!
Jiraiya stared at the snowy white delicate figure shrouded in mist, swallowing hard. When had he ever seen such a stunning physique!
That fair and tender waist, that glossy black hair, that...
Jiraiya's eyes were fixed, this was true material for his writing!
Jiraiya frantically pulled out his notebook from his pocket, documenting everything before him.
Damn it! His hands were even shaking!
Lin Yu stood far away from Jiraiya, concealing his presence. He didn't want Orochimaru to misunderstand.
Lin Yu just wanted to see three words: "Claimable." But the mission hadn't changed for a long time. Did he have to wait for Jiraiya to watch the entire process before it was considered complete?
Lin Yu propped his forehead with his hand, leaning idly against something. He might as well go play with Kurama; foxes were much more interesting than humans!
Jiraiya, perched on the eaves, had a lewd smile on his face, with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"This lady's skin is so white, that tender waist, oh my!"
"Hiss! Is she starting to rub her body? That movement..."
Jiraiya felt his head was about to explode. Those slender hands seemed to be scratching his body, causing him to tremble.
Slowly, the mist over the hot spring grew thicker, completely obscuring Jiraiya's "beauty." This left Jiraiya, hiding on the eaves and holding his breath, in an awkward situation!
How could this be! He had only watched for a short while!
Jiraiya cast a reluctant glance in the direction of the hot spring, then tiptoed to Lin Yu's side, nudged him awake, and whispered, "Why is there more mist from your hot spring than from smoking? I can't see anything anymore!"
Lin Yu feigned waking up, mumbling drowsily, "Then you can get closer."
Jiraiya said anxiously, "How can I get closer! If I get any closer, I'll fall!"
Lin Yu blurted out without thinking, "Then just go down. You can try the massage service, can't you?"
Jiraiya's eyes lit up. Imagining the feeling of touching that tender skin, hiss! Two streams of hot air were gathering in his nostrils.
"Is... is this really okay?"
"Do you know how to massage?"
Jiraiya patted his chest silently and said, "I, Jiraiya, have traveled far and wide for many years. I haven't learned much else, but my massage skills are divine!"
"Then that's settled! Hurry, or she might leave if we wait any longer."
Upon hearing that his "beauty" might leave, Jiraiya stopped caring about anything else. He held his breath and jumped down from behind, grabbing a towel.
Jiraiya lightly knocked on the door. His heart pounding with excitement, he suppressed his nervousness and said in his gentlest voice,
"Room service, madam, your massage appointment has arrived."
Orochimaru, immersed in the hot spring, twitched his ear. He had been lost in thought and hadn't heard clearly, only catching words like "room service" and "massage."
Orochimaru didn't reply. He knew the masseur would come in on their own; it had been like this the previous few times. It was true that the voice sounded a bit familiar, but he didn't pay it much mind.
As for why it was a male voice, that was perfectly normal. If it were a female voice, Orochimaru might have hesitated.
"Madam, I'm coming in then!"
Seeing no reaction from inside, Jiraiya took it as implicit consent. If there was no refusal, what else could it be but consent?
Jiraiya pulled open the sliding door. A fair back was faintly visible through the mist. Jiraiya gulped, his heart pounding like a drum.
The short distance from the door to the edge of the hot spring pool, seven or eight meters, felt as long as his journey from the Land of Fire to the Land of Hot Water!
Finally, Jiraiya arrived at the hot spring, clutching his chest, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel, unsure if it was from the heat or nervousness.
Just as Jiraiya was about to speak, he saw the "beauty" in the hot spring lean closer, seemingly wanting him to massage her shoulders first.
Jiraiya looked at the snow-white shoulder within arm's reach. His thumb twitched. Although he hadn't seen this madam's face yet, Jiraiya had already pictured it in his mind.
Eyes full of spring water and a face like jade, lips like cherries, naturally red, rosy cheeks brushed by strands of hair swaying gently in the wind – this was a peerless beauty!
Jiraiya tremblingly placed his hot hands on the "beauty's" shoulder. The moment their skin touched, Jiraiya's heart trembled: such a smooth and tender feel, this madam is really well-maintained!
Jiraiya gently kneaded the shoulder, and said in a soft, magnetic tone, "Madam, you are truly well-maintained. Your skin is smooth and tender, yet firm. May I ask how you achieve this?"
While inquiring, Jiraiya looked forward. If he could feast his eyes on what he longed to see, he would gladly die now!
Jiraiya's eyes widened, and he leaned forward, almost pressing against the "beauty." Although he still hadn't seen what he wanted to see, two streams of heat were already flowing from his nostrils.
Almost there! Almost there...!
At such close proximity, it would be an insult to Jiraiya, his sworn friend, if Orochimaru didn't hear clearly now.
His golden vertical pupils opened, his pale face filled with coldness. He looked at Jiraiya, whose eyes were wide open, and said,
"Jiraiya, do I look good?"