A Top-Tier Simp at Such a Young Age

"Nonsense."

Orochimaru naturally did not believe the lewd rumors Jiraiya was spreading. He shot the white spiky hair beside him a sidelong look and shook his head. "Sensei and his wife are deeply in love. Why would he go to a place like that?"

The place Orochimaru meant was West Street, which Jiraiya had just mentioned.

Everyone knew that West Street was Konoha's bustling nightlife district, also known as Kabukicho. Red lanterns hung everywhere, songstresses and dancers drifted about, and decadent music lingered in the air. It was the perfect place to visit a Pleasure House and listen to music.

"I swear! I definitely didn't see it wrong! That sneaky, creepy figure was one hundred percent Sensei!"

Seeing Orochimaru doubt him, Jiraiya immediately raised his hand and swore solemnly.

"Stop!"

Tsunade, who had been frowning slightly beside them, suddenly lifted a hand. Her brown eyes scrutinized the burly Jiraiya from head to toe. "Before we discuss that, could you tell us what you were doing on West Street?"

Jiraiya's face tightened. Under the righteous, blazing stares of his two classmates, he stammered out an excuse for himself. "Uh, you know, I'm an erotic novelist. It's perfectly normal for me to go somewhere like that for inspiration, right?"

"Oh~ I see. We misunderstood you."

Tsunade nodded in realization, looking as though she had wrongly accused him. Jiraiya relaxed inwardly. That was close.

"Huh? Jiraiya, why is there a lipstick mark on your neck?"

Orochimaru's puzzled voice suddenly reached his ears. Jiraiya hurriedly scrubbed at his neck and instinctively replied, "Impossible. I clearly took a bath."

"JI! RAI! YA!"

Feeling a bone-chilling cold, Jiraiya raised his head tremblingly. Looking at Tsunade's blue fist raised before him, he made one final struggle. "Tsunade, believe me."

However, not even their old friendship could save