Jun's Revenge (Special)
A/N: Don't read before chapter 122. Then again, this doesn't have bad spoilers, but it will be funnier if you know the context.
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A few days after Jun's return from his S-rank subjugation mission.
Jiraiya stood in front of a hostess club[1], grinning from ear to ear. He'd saved up some money for a while now and was planning to have fun for a night.
"Haaa! Finally, the day has come!"
In between teaching Minato, going on missions by himself or with his squad, and training, he had almost no time for himself. Now was one of the rare opportunities when he could sit and relax with a few beauties.
Joyously striding into the bar, Jiraiya went to the counter and eyed a billboard that was placed right next to it. Holding his chin, he narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized the selection of women available.
"You know what? I think I'll go with something new today... How about this one?" Pointing at one of the pictures, Jiraiya smiled at the receptionist, who nodded in response.
"That will be one-thousand Ryo for the hour. How many are you willing to stay? Keep in mind that every minute past the allotted time will cost you an extra fifty Ryo."
"I'll pay for five hours. Here's the money." Taking out his wallet, Jiraiya produced a few bills and handed them over to the woman, who lowered her head and accepted it before counting and checking.
Once she was done, she neatly stored it in the cash till and handed him a badge.
"Thank you for your patronage. Head over to room fifty-three and please wait for up to ten minutes, your hostess will be there shortly. We've included three bottles of sake for your stay."
"Thanks!" Grinning, Jiraiya walked through the building with a great mood. Reaching his room, he slid in and sat on one of the comfortable chairs.[2]
In the middle of the lowered table were three bottles of the aforementioned sake and a catalog of different beverages, as well as foods. Looking trough, Jiraiya picked out a few and noted them down on a separate piece of paper.
As he was busy writing, the door slid open once again, and a beautiful, blue-haired hostess wearing a white alluring dress entered the room before sitting on a chair next to him.
Picking up one of the bottles of Sake, she opened it and gracefully poured it into one of the glasses. While doing so, she spoke in a flirty tone.
"Jiraiya-san! I heard that you requested for me to keep you company?"
"Hahaha! Of course I have. I saw your picture and was instantly taken away by your beauty! As a gallant warrior, I just had to employ your services!"
Hearing Jiraiya's boastful words, the hostess giggled and placed the bottle of sake back where it belonged before reaching for Jiraiya's collar and looking at him straight in the eye.
Seeing this, Jiraiya panicked slightly.
"H-hey! This is a hostess club, not a broth-"
Before he could react, the girl's eyes spun, becoming crimson and producing the Sharingan's famous pattern. Inadvertently looking into them, he fell on his back, entirely under the genjutsu.
Smiling, the hostess was suddenly enveloped in a puff of smoke as her appearance changed. Sitting next to Jiraiya, Jun's clone smirked.
"I told you that I would pay you back, bastard. This is for making me believe I would have to clean dog shit. Enjoy."
With that said, the clone disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Jiraiya on the tatami, completely out of it.
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Waking up, Jiraiya was back in the same room, but this time, multiple handsome men were sitting around him, seductive smiles on their faces.
Seeing this, Jiraiya felt a chill run down his spine. Raising his hands, he tried to get out of the situation.
"Oy, I think I'm in the wrong room... Please stop looking at me like that."
Hearing his words, all of the men laughed at the same time, with one of them getting close to Jiraiya and running a hand through his chest.
"Haha, Jiraiya-san, don't worry, we'll treat you just right..."
Trying to run away, Jiraiya realized that these men were far stronger than him, scaring him stiff. On the verge of tears, he looked up at the sky and yelled as loud as he could, hoping that if a god existed, he would rescue him.
"HELP!"
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[1] Hostess or Host clubs, not to be confused with brothels or strip clubs, are where people in Japan go to have drinks and meaningful conversations with whoever they pay for. No nudity, dancing, or anything like that, just drinks and talk.
[2] In traditional Japanese architecture/decor, things tend to be a little lower than in western culture. The chair Jiraiya is sitting on has no legs, and the table is raised enough only for his legs to slide under.