"Make sure to enjoy yourself, okay?" Aranai said to Ryoya, his genin subordinate. He had been lucky to get a team of three genin to help him sell drugs; there were people with sticks up their asses who didn't appreciate the spirit of entrepreneurship or ever have fun.

"Yes, sir," said Ryoya. He looked slightly uncomfortable due to the timing and the people who had gotten sick from their drugs, but Aranai could see that he was excited about getting laid after hearing all about Chinatsu from him.

"Remember, the chick you'll be sleeping with is new, so if you play it right, she'll do everything you ask for," Aranai put his arm around Ryoya's neck as they entered the townhouse. "We're here!" he announced the moment he was through the door.

Like always, Jimii was sitting in the living room, waiting to welcome them. There was something about the pimp which always bothered Aranai—he didn't know what it was, but he creeped him out. During their first meeting, Jimii had barged into their room in the club without permission. And everytime he was done with Chinatsu, the pimp had a strange look on his face which he could never place. It wasn't jealousy or anger, but he could never place it.

Jimii got up from his couch with two glasses of whiskey and passed them over.

"Welcome gentlemen, everything's ready for your pleasure."

"This is Ryoya, he's a trusted confidant," said Aranai and noticed Ryoya perked up. Good, he thought—he wanted Ryoya to think he trusted him.

Aranai took out a stack of cash and handed it to Jimii, who promptly counted it on the spot like always

"After so many times you still don't trust me?" asked Aranai, cursing the money-grubber in his mind.

"Trust has nothing to do with it, Master Aranai." Jimii pocketed the money and clapped his hands for two of Chinatsu's handmaidens to walk into the room. He looked at Ryoya. "Master Ryoya, please follow her. She'll take you to Lady Boa... please enjoy your time."

Ryoya looked shy until Aranai slapped him on his back and a lecherous smile sprouted on his face.

Aranai laughed, "Go enjoy yourself."

He himself followed the other girl and checked her out. He smiled as he reached for her ass and grabbed the soft buns. She immediately slapped his hand and glared at him, but that only made him snicker.

He raised the whiskey glass, smelled it to check if it was safe, before downing it one swig.

It was time to blow off some steam.

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Takuma sat in the dark closet room focusing his mind for the genjutsu he had to cast when he heard the door open and Iori lead Aranai into the room. He opened his eyes and focused his hearing into the room. Chinatsu welcomed Aranai in and dismissed Iori.

"Go have a shower, I'll join you soon," Chinatsu said, giggling.

He took in a breath and smelled the incense Chinatsu burned for the ambiance.

"You better make this work," she whispered.

Takuma put a finger into the hole in the wall and started spreading out his chakra into the room next door, attaching him to scent particles of the incense stick.

Genjutsu was the practice of altering a target's perception of reality by controlling their senses through chakra. It worked by influencing their chakra to do the majority of the legwork because it reached every part of the body through the chakra pathway system. The objective was to aim for one sensory organ and stimulate it through foreign chakra so the nearby chakra in the target’s tenketsu points would react. The influenced chakra would then travel throughout the body and eventually reach the spine and brain, giving the user the freedom to control all five senses—thus controlling the target's reality.

Carefully, deliberately, methodically, he spread out his chakra with the help of the incense in the air. It took ten minutes for Aranai and Chinatsu to come out of the shower. He heard Chinatsu laughing at Aranai's dirty talk, the sound of the bed creaking under their weight, the rustle of clothes being removed, her moans, his grunts—all the while continuing to fill the room with his chakra.

He could've done so much quicker, but he did it slowly to drown Aranai without any chance of him swimming back to the surface. For normal shinobi without a sensory-nin's abilities, chakra could only be detected when used in high quantities, but when foreign chakra was literally stimulating the sensory organs, it could be detected fairly easily. The only reason it usually went undetected was because combat environments were always saturated with chakra and the demanding mental load of battle only made it all the easier.

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The situation in the bedroom was similar: Aranai's attention was focused on Chinatsu and his desire to have sex overshadowed his alertness. Adding to Takuma's gradual approach ensured that he was a frog swimming in a pot that he couldn't tell was gradually being brought to a boil.

"Take it deeper!"

Aranai's demands between his grunts and the voice of Chinatsu gagging clearly reached Takuma's ears, but he focused himself on his work. He could sense his chakra reaching Aranai's nose. He slowly formed hand seals to order his chakra to stimulate it and grab control of the passively mixed chakra.

The pair moved on to having sex. Between the sound of sex, he could also hear the sound of painful yelps that would be stifled immediately—they weren't playful yelps, but sounds of true pain coming from Chinatsu. Takuma remembered Kameko's words to him about Aranai liking it rough, but he also remembered that Kameko described Chinatsu as obsessed. He found it to be true because not once did she complain or ask him to be gentler, she took it all.

She wanted the mission to go well and he respected it. In an ideal world, his first genjutsu would've been something else entirely, but he catered his first custom-made genjutsu to serve the mission—to capture a shinobi. The Bell Sound Clone jutsu was an auditory genjutsu that used the sound of a bell to not only paralyse the target, but show clones of the user surrounding them as the sounds of a bell grew uncomfortably louder.

Takuma isolated the paralysis part and made it the genjutsu’s sole focus. Given that it was his first foray into creating a genjutsu, he wanted it to do one thing, but do that thing well. The next consideration was the connection component—which sensory organ was he going to target to influence the target's chakra? Seeing that he couldn't be in the room with the target sight(visual), touch(tactile), and taste(gustatory) weren’t options—which left the target’s sense of smell(olfactory) and hearing(auditory).

He had drastically more experience with auditory connection components because of his use of the Bell Sound Clone. Chinatsu didn't play music while she was serving her clients, but was open to having a radio for mood music if it helped the mission—and for a while he was going to use sound as the connection component. In the end he went with a smell. The nose was unique among the sensory organs as it was directly connected to the brain and memories had a strong connection to smells.

The result was Takuma's first jutsu— Olfactory Genjutsu: Complete Paralysis. It wasn't unique or special. Nenro had a genjutsu called Genjutsu: Binding which accomplished a similar effect of having the target feel they were bound in unbreakable ropes. A target under Complete Paralysis would feel like they were under actual paralysis, losing all control over their body.

Then came the final problem: Takuma's inexperience with genjutsu creation. He knew enough to create functional genjutsu, but he didn't understand all the little nuances involved in jutsu creation. Complete Paralysis was extremely weak. During testing, his teammates broke the genjutsu quickly and while it worked, the paralysis wasn't strong enough to stop their movements—they could still move, though impeded.

However, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He didn't have a genjutsu expert to guide him and if he wanted to improve, he needed time to experiment with genjutsu creation, which he didn't have. There was only one solution: a long application time to increase the genjutsu's strength. Even a weak genjutsu would be stronger if a large amount of the target's chakra was influenced, which of course took a long time.

Thirty minutes after Aranai entered the room, Takuma was ready.

He raised his hands and weaved the hand seals for his first custom-made genjutsu.

"Ack!"

He heard Aranai's voice from the other room and waited for Chinatsu's next word.

"You're heavy, master," she said with a strained laugh. "Are you tired?"

'Tired' was the codeword.

The moment she said that word, Takuma heard the bedroom room slam open with footsteps rushing. Iori was going to put prisoner seals on Aranai under the watchful eyes of Gaku and Kameko, who were ready to cut him down if he made any suspicious moves.

Half a minute later, the genjutsu broke because prisoner seals restricted Aranai's chakra.

"It's done," Iori's voice made Takuma's shoulder sag in relief. They had captured an enemy chunin. This was quite possibly the biggest breakthrough they had since their arrival in the city.

But he became focused just as quickly as he had relaxed. He walked out of the closet and headed towards Anko's room to see if they had captured the genin. The mission wasn't over until they had both shinobi captured and transported out of the townhouse to the site they planned to imprison them. The door to her room was open, and Daiki and Rikku weren't in the corridor. He sneaked in a glance and saw the trio standing around the bed with the Hidden Frost genin knocked out on the bed.

"It's done, I guess," Takuma said, entering the room.

"You too?" asked Anko.

He nodded.

"Let's get them out of here then."

After Iori put the prisoner seal on the genin, Daiki and Rikku took him away as planned. Takuma picked up the chunin in a body bag over his shoulder and looked at the rest of the team who were going to clean up the house and stay for a while before leaving. They knew that people would come asking about the two missing shinobi and their plan was to tell a story where they waited for the duo to arrive, and returned home when they never did.

"Take care," said Anko.

Takuma nodded and was about to leave when he noticed Chinatsu standing on the second floor corridor from the living room on the ground floor. She had dark finger marks around her neck and arms. He knew how much stronger a shinobi was than a civilian, and could only imagine what it was like to have someone overwhelmingly more powerful in control—especially if that someone liked it rough.

"You did a great job," he said to her. "We wouldn't have been able to accomplish this without you."

Despite the bruises and marks over her body, she smirked. "I know."

Takuma gave her a smile before walking out of the townhouse and disappearing into the shadows.