The Subtle Art of Bending

3

"It's a meeting location," Ibiki reported as he came back with the scroll. "The Inuzuka couldn't pick apart the smell but their hunting dogs have been going crazy to get out of the village. They think the scent is somehow more potent to a dog's nose." 

"If that's the case, we can find them before we have to go to the meeting location," Orochimaru deducted. "We need a team sensei, the longer we wait the longer Jiraiya's in danger." 

"Indeed," Hiruzen was crushing his tobacco into his pipe. "Tsunade, Orochimaru, and 6 Anbu agents are to head out immediately. Ensure the two of the Anbu are Inuzuka with those dogs taking point. We are working on crunch time." 

Tsunade and Orochimaru headed to the Anbu division to inform the commander of the immediate request from the Hokage and the mission details. The Commander was quick to gather the necessary forces and within two hours they were setting out, following the dogs' quick pace that had them out of the borders of the Fire Country and heading into Rice Country. They grabbed the last boat of the night, the dogs pacing in circles. They settled in for the night, going about in plain clothes to gather any information that might be helpful. 

"Did you hear the Wudang Parlor was busted for their men trafficking scheme," A traveler commented to Tsunade who perked up at that. 

"Wudang Parlor?" She inquired. 

The traveler chuckled. "It's not surprising you don't know, that place would drive away any woman." 

"Care to enlighten us?" Orochimaru felt a feeling of dread when he heard that name. It sounded like one of those places Jiraiya would prowl to gather information. It wasn't a bad idea but it fed into his perverted personality. But those women are the most informed when it comes to foreign news. 

"Wudang Parlor has been known for having deaths," He started. "Many prominent men in society would be last spotted there and never resurface. Shinobi as well, those giving into unchecked lust. Recently a mercenary raided them looking for his partner and uncovered the real business. They were trafficking their clientele that stood out for manual labor, they were using hallucinogenic drugs to wipe their memories and have them sold at underground auctions." 

Tsunade felt her head starting to throb. "But surely they could fight back." 

"No, when you first enter Wudang they already have you in their clutches. The perfume the ladies wear induces you into a state of unyielding sexual desire. Coupled with the drinks ladled with drugs to put you to bed and you're gone. Of course, that's only for select individuals the women think would fetch a high price. They showed no mercy for anyone who was a pervert." 

Tsunade and Jiraiya shared a look. Jiraiya was no doubt one of those victims but it seemed someone rescued him if they sent the mission scroll. So this might just be them returning Jiraiya and asking for compensation. Or threatening the Leaf with Jiraiya. Either way, the possible reason for Jiraiya being on the mission was just handed over. As they walked around the boat someone would mention the incident. The absurdity of it all seemed to be baffling people. How could a group of women do this? Tsunade scoffed at females being underestimated but even she had to agree this was strange. 

Was this a one-off incident or were there more parlors operating under this premise and who held the reigns? 

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"Do you have to take those?" Kurotori murmured. 

Jiraiya didn't answer, snorting the material up his nose, twice the lethal dosage but for shinobi, it would only get him seriously fucked in the head. "Should be fun for us," He smiled cheekily. 

"Damn that makes my cock throb," Kurotori admitted, he was dressed now in his Anbu pants and a sleeve-less undershirt that was blue. "I should fuck you now." 

Jiraiya smirked as he crushed more of the sex drug into powder before snorting it again. "You're about to enjoy the time of your life. I can't wait either, the thought of people watching us get nasty is driving me nuts." 

Their foreheads touched as their hands touched each other below the belt. They were both hard, massaging their erections. "You want to be a slut that your teammates have to shut up about. Watching the straight pervert beg for cock should be a maddening experience." 

Jiraiya trembled, the drug was starting took take effect. Kurotori watched as Raiya's face heated up, the subtle starting of his panting. "To think the Wudang Parlor would become the thing that brings me back with you," Kurotori kissed him, their lips locked in a deep kiss that didn't leave any room to suggest they were friendly. It was messy, their cocks throbbing from the passion. 

Jiraiya was laid back into bed, Kurotori setting the scene by slipping off Jiraiya's boxers, his impressive length leaking precum already. The Sannin didn't waste time stroking himself off, he was losing his rationality. "Kuro, promise me." 

"Promise what?" He asked as he stroked himself to the show Jiraiya was putting on. He was so taken by what his little bitch was doing. Jiraiya was such an entertaining man as he slipped his fingers inside him. Jiraiya fucked himself, begging for Kurotori to touch him too. Kurotori sighed as he got up to get a condom from the many provided by the hotel. He wanted nothing more than to unload in Jiraiya, hitting him raw was the best feeling but he had to show some respect to him. The last thing they needed was Tsunade and Orochimaru being bitter at him treating Jiraiya like a whore for spilling inside him. 

He slipped it on, turning Jiraiya on his knees and mounting him. "Easy there baby, this is just the first of many rounds." 

"I want it raw, take off the condom," Jiraiya cried. 

"I know you do baby," Kurotori started with shallow thrusts. "I want nothing more than the same, those walls clutching me like a vice grip have me wild. But I have to give you respect. Can't be spilling in such a prominent shinobi. After all, we're supposed to be strangers."