Should I really join their club? I'm not sure… On the one hand, I don't see anything wrong with it. They all seem pretty nice, and in the past hour, I haven't been bored for a second. I haven't even met everyone yet, and they're all such interesting personalities.
Still… their hobbies are just so weird, except maybe for Nakure… Wait a second! "Mighty and vast, tearing through the sky, reaching ever higher, bringing pain and joy. I ride into a pink world and fall asleep with a smile…"
Only now did Kushina realize what that poem was really about. That's not about overcoming hardship! She's describing how she wants to get laid! Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
Maybe I should just turn around and leave? But… if I ignore their twisted hobbies, they're actually pretty normal people. And if I leave now, my curiosity will kill me. What kind of hobby does quiet, innocent-looking Rina have? And what about the others? By the way…
"Isn't it the club president who's supposed to accept new members?" she asked, before giving her answer. She also wanted to find out who the president actually was.
"Oh, the president gave me permission to recruit new members. The only requirement is that the new member has to be interesting and unusual."
What do you mean by unusual?! Kushina thought, trying to remember if she had any weird hobbies herself.
After pausing for a few seconds, Kushina finally agreed to join the Goitagu Club.
"Hooray! A new member!" Makinasa cheered, then put on a serious face and started listing the club rules. There weren't many - just three, or actually four now:
"First rule - every member of the Goitagu Club must grow and develop, so once a month, each member has to show some progress in their chosen hobby. If you don't have one, you have to find one.
"Second rule - club members must never harm each other in any way. If it's about business and interests overlap, conflicts should be resolved peacefully. Same goes for relationships, and so on.
"Third - "
"Wait, can you explain the part about relationships?" Kushina raised her hand like a student, not quite understanding what Makinasa meant.
"If two members end up having the same 'romantic' interest, you shouldn't go fighting or arguing over it," Nakure explained.
Seeing Kushina's nod, Makinasa continued:
"Third rule - except for the president and vice president, no one is allowed to talk about the club's existence."
"And fourth - whatever happens in the club, stays in the club. We don't spill each other's secrets to anyone," Hanaske finished with a smile.
"So, are you going to show our new member your treasure trove?" Nakure asked Rina, who blushed under the sudden attention.
"Mmm, fine, but not a word to anyone," she said to Kushina. "Promise."
"I promise," Kushina agreed easily, already dying to know what Rina's secret hobby was. The barely contained smiles from the others only confirmed her suspicion that it was something truly unusual.
Taking a deep breath, Rina nodded and asked her to follow. The rest of the club joined in right away.
Are we going to the basement? Wow, I'm actually a little nervous. Whoa, this door has three locks.
When they reached the door - made of some very expensive, sturdy wood - Rina pulled a ring of three keys from the pocket of her long shorts and started unlocking them one by one. With each click, Kushina's curiosity grew.
Finally, the last lock was undone and the door swung open.
"Hehe." A soft giggle came from behind Kushina as the door opened. She turned to see Makinasa, covering her mouth with her hand, grinning. Shaking her head, the woman nodded toward the room beyond.
All right, let's see.
Stepping inside, Kushina was first surprised by how empty the room seemed. Aside from a few dressers and chests, there was nothing. But when she looked at the walls, she actually took a step back in shock.
She's insane, was the first thought that came to mind.
The others didn't seem fazed at all, walking in casually to admire the huge number of printed photos plastered everywhere. Every wall was covered in photos! You couldn't even see the wallpaper - there was only a finger's width of space between each picture.
But the fact that Rina had covered the walls with photos wasn't what made Kushina question her sanity. What really got her was that every single photo was of the same man - Akira.
She immediately remembered the album she'd bought just an hour ago.
She's definitely not normal… Kushina realized, seeing that some of the photos had been taken from Akira's balcony. Others were shot from the opposite side of his apartment, where there was nothing but a window and a drying rack. Clearly, the photographer knew how to climb walls. Some were taken at public hot springs, where Akira was relaxing.
But those weren't much different from the ones at home, since he'd wander around his living room for hours in just his underwear or a towel after a shower.
Wait a second… some of these photos, judging by the angle, were clearly taken from inside his house! Kushina's eyes widened at the thought.
She was already considering how to take Rina down when Hanaske's voice interrupted: "Most of these photos were taken by our president - it's her hobby. Rina's just the collector."
"So who's your president?" Kushina asked, wanting to know who she should be mad at.
"Heh, nobody really knows. Only Hanaske's seen her, and only a couple of times," Makinasa said with a smirk.
"She introduced herself as Sheishin. Because of the mask she wears, it's hard to say what she looks like. Mostly, I run the club, and the president just sends me letters and photos once a month," Hanaske explained with a smile. Then she added, "By the way, I did say every member gets a special gift." She shot a look at Rina.
"Oh, I'll go get it."
Nodding, Rina went to one of the chests. She pulled out an album that looked a lot like the one Kushina had bought earlier.
Taking the album and thanking her, Kushina opened the first page - and immediately shut it again.
"Hahahaha!" Makinasa burst out laughing, clutching her flat stomach. The others joined in, though a bit more restrained.
"Did I just see what I think I saw?" Kushina asked, stunned and embarrassed.
"No, you saw it right," Nakure assured her, then turned to Rina. "Got anything new in your collection?"
Rina glanced thoughtfully at another chest, then nodded.
"Hm, what rank?" Makinasa asked right away.
Rank? What are they talking about? Regaining her composure, Kushina focused on the conversation.
"A-rank," Rina replied, looking away.
"Looks like our dear Rina is hiding something from us," Hanaske said in a teasing tone.
"A-plus?" Makinasa asked excitedly, bouncing over to Rina and shaking her by the shoulders.
"No…" Rina looked away even more, her voice quieter.
"Liar! Spill it!" Makinasa demanded, still shaking her.
What is going on here? Kushina wondered, more confused than ever.
"A-plus!" Nakure declared confidently, studying Rina's face.
Kushina didn't know what A-plus meant, but judging by Rina's reaction, Nakure had hit the nail on the head.
"I'll buy it!"
"I'LL BUY IT!" Makinasa and Hanaske both shouted at once.
"Hmph, then let's have a little auction," Nakure suggested, immediately naming her price.
"Four thousand ryo," Makinasa countered, raising it by five hundred.
"Forty-eight hundred," Hanaske said calmly.
"No way, I need it for myself," Rina interrupted, flustered.
"Oh, come on, everything has its price. Sixty-three hundred," Makinasa shot back.
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"All right," Rina grumbled when the auction finally ended at twenty-four thousand ryo.
I have no idea what's going on, Kushina thought, glancing in confusion at the satisfied Nakure and Rina, who trudged over to the chest.
Ten seconds later, Rina returned to the center of the room with a clear bag containing…
"Are those… underwear?" Kushina blurted out, shocked.
"Oh, right, you don't know," Hanaske nodded to herself, then continued, "Items in Rina's collection have different values. To make it easier, we borrowed the mission ranking system from the village. The most ordinary items are D-rank, the most valuable are A, A-plus, and S. Your album, by the way, is S-rank. Any woman in the village would pawn her gold jewelry for it."
Shinobi who aren't too bright don't live to see thirty, so Kushina caught on right away:
"Wait… are these Akira's underwear?" she asked in disbelief.
"No," Rina replied, sounding a little nervous. "Akira's regular underwear is only A-rank."
So… what is it? The Third Hokage's underwear? No, that wouldn't interest this crowd.
"These are Akira's sweaty underwear, after training. They're A-plus," Nakure said with a smile, snatching the bag from Rina.
"*****," Kushina swore, clapping a hand over her mouth and apologizing.
"Heh, that's nothing. When Makinasa first joined, she wanted to drag us to the Yamanaka clan by force," Nakure chuckled.
"I was young and stupid back then," Makinasa said, not even blushing.
And the club was founded less than three months ago.
And she was right to try! I'm out of here! They're all crazy! I'll tell Mikoto and we'll shut this club down together, Kushina thought quickly.
Nakure, ever observant, seemed to pick up on Kushina's thoughts. She came over and gently put an arm around her shoulders.
"I get it, it's a lot to take in. But trust me, we're all perfectly sane here. It's just…"
"Just let her smell it, and she'll understand," Makinasa said, shrugging.
"Hm, fine, but just for a second. I don't want the scent to fade," Nakure said, holding the bag out to Kushina.
"What? You want me to smell these underwear?" Kushina looked at them, trying to figure out if they were actually crazy or just messing with her.
After two minutes of coaxing, Kushina finally decided to risk it.
If this is a prank, I'm going to Mikoto for a shovel.
Steeling herself, Kushina carefully untied the knot on the bag and opened it for a second, holding it at a safe distance.
"What?" she said, surprised by the women's smiles.
"Go on, don't be shy. We won't laugh, promise. Makinasa, turn around," Hanaske said.
All right, maybe I imagined it?
Opening the bag again, this time she lifted it to her neck to get a better whiff.
For a moment, Kushina's head spun.
The scent of Akira's sweat, especially from that area, was something else. It was almost impossible to describe.
That's the smell of Akira's manhood…
Feeling her mouth water, Kushina quickly covered her lips.
"Yeah, yeah, there's nothing else like it," Nakure said, carefully taking the bag from Kushina's frozen hands.
A few seconds later, Kushina snapped out of it and asked, a little uncertainly:
"But isn't this stealing? Doesn't he notice his stuff going missing?"
"Mmm, no," Rina shook her head. "He brings his laundry to my place, and one of my employees puts it in bags. In exchange, she prepares clean, identical sets of clothes. Except for the kimonos - those are too expensive to replace every time."
Well, if you look at it that way, Akira doesn't really lose anything. In fact, his clothes never get old. But morally…
"So what kind of items are in the other ranks?" Kushina decided to think about the ethics of it all later.
"Oh, well, A-rank is sweaty pants, B-rank is sweaty shirts and socks. C is other personal items that belonged to Akira - like pencils he used, towels from public baths, bottles he drank from, and various photos. Same goes for D-rank, it just depends on the item's value," Makinasa explained.
"So what's S-rank, then?" Kushina couldn't help but ask, sensing a certain logic to the system.
"Well… besides the album we gave you… used tissues," she began.
"Used tissues?" Kushina repeated, confused.
"Used tissues," she nodded. "Not the kind you blow your nose with, but the ones…"
"The ones you blow your nose with, but with the other organ," Nakure finished, laughing. "And also paintings he's done by hand, but we haven't managed to get any yet. The art center refuses to sell them."
In a rather conflicted mood, Kushina headed home. As she made dinner for herself and Naruko, she couldn't get what she'd seen at the club out of her head.
It was only after a bath and getting ready for bed that she finally felt like herself again.
Oh, right, that album.
From the seal on her hand, she pulled out the photo album - not the one she'd bought, but the one she'd been given.
Propping a pillow against the headboard, she sat up and opened the first page.
There were only two photos.
But what photos! Alone in her locked bedroom, Kushina finally let herself really look at the first page.
The first photo showed Akira at the stove, apparently putting on a kettle. What caught her eye was the towel slipping down his waist - or rather, what was peeking out from behind it.
Yeah… I never really paid attention before, but he's got… a really nice ass.
Biting her lip, Kushina eagerly moved on to the second photo. It was a continuation of the first. Akira was sitting on the living room couch, legs crossed, calmly sipping tea. His torso was just as attractive as his lean back, but what really drew her eye was what peeked out from under the towel.
He really is huge.
Along with the scent she remembered so clearly, her imagination started to run wild. The coffee table in front of Akira was gone. Kushina pictured herself kneeling in front of him, her face dangerously close to that boldly exposed organ.
Her heart started racing, and her left hand turned the page.
A naked, sleeping Akira, with morning wood. Akira in the shower, washing his anaconda.
Kushina's right shoulder and fingers twitched, her gaze glued to the third page.
A sleepy Akira brushing his teeth, his erect penis hanging over the sink, almost reaching the faucet. The sixth photo - the angle surprised her, but in her overly aroused state, Kushina didn't question it, just stared more intently at his equipment, which was pressed up against the underside of the table.
She quickly turned the next page and saw Akira sleeping again, but this time the photo was taken from below, at the base of his cock. It looked like a tower.
And then the photos got even more explicit.
Epic battles, where Akira heroically strangled his snake, left an indelible impression on Kushina. Her panties, now just in the way, were tossed carelessly to the floor. Her right hand, echoing Akira in the photos, started moving fast.
Two fingers felt way too small to match the images in her head, so she spread her legs wider and added her index and pinky.
The next morning, at breakfast, Naruko found her mother looking exhausted, massaging her right shoulder with a grumpy expression.
"Did something happen?" Naruko asked, sitting down at the table, where eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk were already waiting.
"Huh? Oh, nothing, I just… pulled my arm a little," Kushina replied with a strained smile.
For some reason, I'm picking up embarrassment and something else from Mom… *but whatever*, Naruko thought, and dug into her breakfast.
***
"Are you busy right now?" Akira asked, staring at Kushina, who seemed frozen for some reason.
"Huh? Oh, no, no, I just remembered something. Please, come in," Kushina said, cheeks a little pink, and let Akira into the house with a smile.