The Tale Of An Utterly Old Lady. [Jiraiya x OC]

Chapter 3 | Securing The Green Card

Chapter 3 | Securing The Green Card

A walk.

That's what we were doing.

Perfect.

For a marriage proposal, that is.

"What...?" He looked so much more taken aback than I'd expected, which was satisfying to see. After all, I gain life force from catching people off guard.

"I won't tell you anything unless you marry me."

I repeated the exact same statement I'd uttered beforehand, as the shinobi standing before me continued staring at me like I had gone insane. You know, there's something gratifying about intentionally embarrassing yourself. Of course, if I'd done so unintentionally, I would most likely feel like shit and beat myself up out of mortification for years on end, but the situation was the former.

And so there I was, smiling the most devious smile I could muster as Jiraiya fell silent from the options that I presented him.

We were standing by the docks. Most of the lights were already out, so only the stars and the moon provided us light, reflecting on the surface of the sea near us. The sound of waves and the ocean breeze filled my ears during Jiraiya's silence, and I took the time to hold my two hands behind me, still smiling at his look of disbelief.

"You're serious," he finally spoke up, a troubled smile tugging on his lips.

"Oh babe. I'm always serious," I replied, still wearing my smile.

He sighed.

"I'm declining, then," he said, turning away. "I'm not interested in flat-chested girls." He then turned back around and made gestures over his chest as if he were holding balloons while making the claim, "If I marry a woman, they've gotta be big you know!"

I simply hummed in thought, crossing my arms over my insulted A-cups. I hadn't a care for boob sizes, but at that moment I knew I needed bigger ones for things to go a bit more smoothly. Alas, there was no fighting genetics and so I had to approach things differently.

Transformation jutsu was out of the question, since I had yet to be any good at it.

What should I do?

"Also," Jiraiya spoke up again, clearing his throat as he looked at me, "I'm too busy pursuing my destiny to be in some sudden long-term commitment. It'll only be inconvenient for both of us."

Oh, I see how it is. Something tells me he wouldn't have agreed even if I had big boobs anyway. I lowered my head for a bit before raising it again to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, you're trying to follow your destiny...but what if I'm your destiny?" I asked in a serious manner, putting my right index finger up as I suggested its possibility.

"Wait, that's pretty good—but I told you already! I'm not interested in flat-chested girls," he frowned.

"Boobs are temporary but love is forever, Jiraiya!"

"What does that even mean?!"

"Why are you being so stubborn? Just marry me!" I huffed, upset that this wasn't going so well. He gave me a displeased look.

"Don't tell me you actually like me?" He questioned, and I was surprised to hear him doubt that anyone would ever like him romantically...though at the same time, it made sense. Perhaps he really was aware that his perverted tendencies were a turn-off for women?