I Am Conditional

As soon as Sarutobi Hiruzen and his companion entered, a madam with thick geisha makeup on her face hurried over to greet them.

Seeing that Sarutobi Hiruzen looked mature and carried the aura of someone in a high position, she was immediately filled with joy.

"This lord..."

"We happen to have a premium room available right here."

"Please, this way."

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded and tossed a money bag to Masahiro.

It was a friendly sponsorship from the bandits and merchant caravans they had encountered on the road.

"Masahiro, go open a room for yourself."

"Don't come and disturb me..."

Masahiro caught the money bag, and upon peeking inside, his face flushed with excitement and his posture straightened immediately.

"Yes! My lord!"

The madam, who had a sharp eye for such things, had seen the thickness of the bag from afar and beamed with delight.

It seemed this lord was definitely a big spender.

Following this, the madam immediately led Sarutobi Hiruzen to a room with elegant decor, where the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.

The madam knelt respectfully beside Sarutobi Hiruzen and asked, "I wonder if you would like a geisha, or..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen glanced at the madam indifferently, the unintentional pressure of a Kage causing her to shiver.

"The Oiran..."

"Since I've come here, of course, I want to request the Oiran."

Although she had been mentally prepared, hearing Sarutobi Hiruzen's firm voice still made the madam's heart leap with joy.

"It's just that, my lord..."

"The price for the Oiran is..."

Even though the lord before her looked imposing and the fabric of his clothes was clearly extraordinary, it wasn't as if the Spring Pavilion hadn't experienced cases of people enjoying the service without paying the fare before.

"Clang..."

A crisp metallic sound rang out on the table.

A gleaming gold bar appeared on the table, and when the madam picked it up to inspect it, she found it was as thick as a finger.

Since Sarutobi Hiruzen was traveling across worlds, he naturally prepared some metallic currency in advance to facilitate his journey through the heavens.

As the Kage of the wealthiest village in the ninja world, it was impossible for Sarutobi Hiruzen to be short on money.

The madam was naturally overjoyed and, as if she had been prepared for this, pulled a well-preserved booklet from the depths of her bosom.

Sarutobi Hiruzen flipped it open and thought, Good heavens.

It seemed the top tier of any industry truly had something to offer.

This selection booklet actually used incredibly realistic portraits as a way to identify the Oiran.

Beside each Oiran's portrait, there was even a thoughtful illustration of what she looked like wearing a mask during her street processions, so that customers could identify them.

On the other side of the portrait were the Oiran's stage name, her specialties, and her background.

Sarutobi Hiruzen took a cursory glance and found all sorts of backgrounds listed inside:

daughters of wealthy families whose fortunes had collapsed, widows of fallen nobles, and young daughters of disgraced officials.

Come to think of it, as the Naruto, the shadow of a village...

Building a similar entertainment venue in the village to provide benefits for the families of the village...

That would be quite reasonable, wouldn't it?

Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't flip through for long before he saw the objects of his interest.

"This one..."

"This one..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen said to the madam, "And this one too..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen unceremoniously requested three Oiran-level geishas at once.

The madam had no objections; in any era, the purchasing power of gold was strong. The gold bar Sarutobi Hiruzen had given was more than enough to cover not just three times a night, but seven times a night would be no problem at all.

Furthermore, the madam even hinted cryptically at whether Sarutobi Hiruzen needed any high-grade supplements, the kind supposedly used by the Daimyo.

Upon hearing this, Sarutobi Hiruzen nearly lost his temper.

Although he looked slightly aged, he was still in the prime of his strength.

As the strongest Naruto, this was absolutely not a problem at all!

Sarutobi Hiruzen put away the pill the madam had handed him, his face stern as he stated that such a situation should not happen again next time.

Otherwise, he would have to criticize and report her for discriminating against consumers.

Amidst the madam's submissive and receptive demeanor, he exited the room.

However, before he left, the madam still offered a reminder: in theory, the Oiran sold their art but not their bodies; if he wanted an Oiran to stay the night, he would need her consent.

Sarutobi Hiruzen understood instantly; he was well-versed in this.

Immediately following him were the three Oiran that Sarutobi Hiruzen had requested.

They stood in a neat row, behaving obediently before Sarutobi.

"You..."

"Are you called Renji..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen pointed out the most gorgeous-looking Oiran among them, signaling for her to sit by his side.

"Do you two know how to sing and da—"

"Ahem..."

"Do you know how to sing and dance..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen sat in a very relaxed manner, one arm around Renji, while instructing the other Oiran to perform their talents.

The remaining Oiran felt a bit disappointed that Sarutobi Hiruzen had not taken a fancy to them.

They had listened to the madam's instructions; the gentleman before them was a big spender who threw money around like dirt. If they could win his favor, he might even pay a high price to redeem them.

Although the remaining Oiran were disappointed, out of professional ethics, they still performed with great effort.

One danced, while the other played the pipa.

As cup after cup of sake went down, accompanied by the elegant music, the atmosphere in the room gradually became amorous.

Meanwhile, Sarutobi Hiruzen chatted idly with Renji.

"Were you a young lady from a wealthy family before?"

"Your skin is so good."

"Do you go out of your way to maintain it?"

Renji, looking quite endearing, answered each question in a sweet voice.

Come to think of it, Renji's appearance was indeed particularly outstanding among the Oiran, not only due to her exceptionally hot figure but also a face more gorgeous and refined than the others.

Beyond that, what was most striking about Renji was her crystal-clear skin, fair and translucent, as if it would drip at a touch, making her very lovable.

After the alcohol went to his head, Sarutobi Hiruzen began to let his nature run wild.

"Do you have a handkerchief?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen asked.

Renji nodded with a sultry expression, taking out a white handkerchief that carried a feminine scent.

"Let's play a game..."

"You guess."

Sarutobi Hiruzen wore a wicked grin as he placed the handkerchief on his lower abdomen.

Renji's eyes widened, unable to react for a moment.

But she soon understood what Sarutobi Hiruzen meant and couldn't help but blush.

Although she had met many customers who were either hypocritical or debauched, no customer had ever played quite so wildly.

Moreover, this customer was a gentleman who appeared to be a dignified official.

"My lord, you really know how to joke."

With a look of coy resistance, Renji cooperated with Sarutobi Hiruzen.

"With your ability, my lord..."

"Naturally, it is possible..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen also laughed happily, a meaningful glint in his eyes.

"With my ability, I certainly can..."

"But it depends on the person."

"And the situation."

Renji was very cooperative, her expression coy and alluring, her soft, boneless hand sliding down Sarutobi Hiruzen's firm chest, crossing over his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Then what about this situation..."

"My lord..."