He would not touch them, he would not touch them-
'Think happy thoughts.'
Someone giggled.
His happy thoughts weren't very helpful.
Cracking open an eye, the throng of beautiful, scantily-dressed young girls winked and blew kisses at him. He shut them as fast as he could and tried to ignore the feeling of their bodies pressed against him.
'Think of Tsunade. Blonde hair, very wild, big breasts- shit!'
His body was very aware of the feminine body on his back. 'I love Tsunade. I love Tsunade.'
"Oh Jiraiya-sensei, please take me as your muse."
"Oh fuck it."