road of no return part 2

Sakura had given the nurses specific instructions on how to act ...

For a long time she had applied herself thoroughly to avoid all contact with Boruto Uzumaki. She had to get over it. She had to stop feeling the need to have him close to her on her skin. It was not easy at first. His femininity and her body were activated like a volcano. She felt younger, stronger, and revitalized. It was a profound misfortune that the cause of all that explosion of happiness was in the hands of a young man who was barely slightly older than his daughter. Furthermore, the problematic situation continued along the paths of the identity of that young man.

Long ago, Sakura had talked to her only daughter about her chance to have a lover. She had confessed her sin to him, at least in part. But the girl did not react at all well to the event. She perhaps she still kept her father on the altar from which she would soon fall, perhaps she simply could not conceive of her mother as what she also was forever; she simply a woman. For whatever reasons, Sarada did not accept that her mother had an affair, and Sakura promised her girl that she would never see him again.

But it was so difficult!

Bolt could have very crude and suspicious attitudes in everyday life, but particularly during sex, he was an extraordinary lover. Ravenous and on the prowl, he is aware of his seductive power and far more savvy than age suggested. It was evident that he had been instructed by whoops Kunoichi to take advantage of masculinity. And after the act, Sakura had enjoyed little details that she had never experienced with her husband. Bolt's body was warm, not cold like Sasuke after the act of love. Besides Bolt, he used to stay at least an extra hour hugging her, instead of walking away or lying on his back ignoring her. He touched her gently, when Sakura pretended to be asleep and felt light caresses to her hair and skin. In a way, even though he behaved like a rude man, he had childish things in need of affection. Sakura years ago would have expected that kind of thing from her husband. But not anymore, she now she knew that pleasure in the hands of another subject. A real man.

Why did Boruto Uzumaki have to be fair ?!

Her daughter's boyfriend, a calamity. Her daughter's fiancé, a tragedy. The love of her daughter's life, a disaster. Sakura had been running away from a man who could make her happy. And he was neither the main nor the last of the problems to be solved.

"Sakura-sama ..." interrupted as he walked down the hall by a nurse, "the patient she was waiting for was sent to her private office.

Irony….

For months she had elaborated a perch of paperwork, nurses and doctors to prevent Boruto from being taken care of by her at any cost. And now in the last week, seeing the events that happened, it was exactly the opposite that she wanted to happen. That's why her reverse orders, why her anxiety running through her entire body when she entered the lonely office to meet him again. Boruto was already sitting on the long stretcher waiting for his doctor. And Sakura didn't doubt that specifically, he preferred her over any other Kunoichi in the hospital.

"Boruto-san ..." Sakura managed to tell him as soon as the boy looked at him, "I'm going to attend to him this day."

"Boruto-san" Young Uzumaki thought with some annoyance. Trying to establish a formal distance. It was Sakura who had walked away. It was she who decided to finish what was doing so much good for both of them. Did she resist her basic urges? Had it just been a moment of outburst in need? Had she, plain and simple, used him to sexually replace her husband? Boruto could choose any option, but only behind the most obvious reason. The whole separation was for Sarada.

-Have you just returned from a mission? –Sakura consulted approaching cautiously and observing him in case she had injuries.

-Hai… -the blond answered neutrally trying to appear unconcerned- but I did not come to make me heal any wound. The mission was a success. I had no damage whatsoever.

The mission wasn't the problem, and neither was the fight with the mercenaries who stalked him throughout the trip. Subjects were Jounnin level. But even for them, it was impossible to handle the current level of Boruto. Before training with his father, he was a dangerous Shinobi for his ability to kill with one blow. His technique of combining the Junken with Goken gave him perhaps the most penetrating and devastating punch in the known world. With it he pierced any armor, any protection, any body, no matter how strong with chakra or training it is.

Last year, Boruto only had weaknesses related to stamina and speed if he compared himself to the best. But after going through hell of fighting Naruto Uzumaki on a daily basis for a year, now his speed and stamina were almost unmatched. And if he faced a high-level Kage or Shinobi, he could still surprise him and kill him in one fell swoop. His father had once suggested a name for that hit. He told her that he could call that technique "Himitsu no ken" which means secret fist. Because it was impossible to see the effect of him, until the impact came and it was too late. Boruto had liked that name, the combined double punch of physical techniques would now be his secret fist.

"Then why did he come here?" Sakura questioned taking a step back, trying not to look nervous, but she needs medical attention, Boruto-san shouldn't be here.

Had he come for her? Just when it all seemed over? Despite him not looking for her for months? No, they couldn't go back to the same thing. They couldn't fuck like animals again when Sarada's happiness was at stake. Sakura wanted him, it was something impossible to deny. But by Kami that he would not be tempted again. He would never go mad again.

-I need to have routine exams ... -the young man clarified seriously- I have been ordered to do a complete exam. I have to reinforce vaccines and also check if I am immunized against foreign diseases.

Sakura knew the situation. Moegui had been present in the Hokage's office when father and son had that final conversation. And the reason for having changed his plans to "receive" him on hospital visits was none other than trying to learn more about that matter. She even she couldn't believe that Boruto was really thinking about going to live in another country.

- Reinforcing vaccines and checking immunization against diseases is a permanent procedure for working in foreign embassies. Sakura pointed out as not wanting to understand the situation. I only recommend Boruto-san analysis. No matter what mission you have, it won't be enough time to justify the ...

-I have requested the transfer to a foreign embassy… –added Bolt casually- these analyzes are mandatory to qualify those jobs. I would appreciate if you could give me the results in a few days Sakura-sama.

If Sakura believed that treating him with distance was the right thing to do, she began to waver at the precise moment that Boruto's response was charged with coldness and false respect. Before, when she named her like that, it was a clear symbol of contempt. The irritating way she had to say "Sakura-sama" in front of other people. The rude way of addressing her when they were alone. And now it was simply causing him pain. She had information from Moegui about Bolt's intentions in moving out of the village. And she also guessed that Naruto wouldn't let him go easily. But she, too, knew the spirit of that boy. He had incomparable courage when he proposed something. An iron will. Ultimately, he was the son of his father.

-There's no point in doing these Bolt analyzes ... -said the woman, leaving aside the useless formalism- your father never ...

-That doesn't have to matter to him Sakura-sama… -the blond interrupted dryly- he made me a promise, and his word is kept. He can get mad and use all of his power if he wants to. But my will is as strong as his word pawned on him. It is my decision finally.

Sakura was in great pain about the situation. The idea of her not being able to be intimate with Boruto was in itself a major annoyance. But if the pain of her daughter still increased for not seeing her dream of marriage fulfilled, it would be even worse. It was a personal effort and sacrifice that would be worth absolutely nothing.

For the next hour, they did not speak again. It was an annoying and uncomfortable silence. Sakura liked to work in silence regularly, she actually preferred it over the talkative subjects who threw hints and proposals at her since she became widowed. But precisely with Boruto Uzumaki, that she did not like having that icy silence.

"You can't do this to Sarada ..." she whispered as she checked the young man's back with chakra, writing down in a notebook from time to time, "I'm not going to let you do it Bolt."

The threat was useless. Sakura knew that the only real recourse for denying a Shinobi like Bolt a transfer was to give him a negatively fraudulent analysis. Which could be easily circumvented by the boy, by asking for a second medical opinion. Even if Sakura was appreciated and respected by all the regular members of the hospital, no one would risk the race by giving a bad analysis about Hokage's son. Also, there was the matter of Ino. After saving his life, the blonde would not harm Boruto in any way. It was a safe ticket out of Konoha.

-Are you going to turn to Ino Yamanaka if my analysis is not correct? –Sakura consulted before the boy's calm silence- What relationship do you have with her?

-Relationship?

-Everyone took your miraculous "rescue" the night of the attack. –Said the hairy while she now she had turned to the stretcher and checked the young man's chest- but no one thought to ask about your reasons for going to her personal office, at 2:30 in the morning.

The young man smiled slightly. It wasn't that "no one" had come up with such a question, it just happened that the investigators were loyal Sai ninjas. Not by chance would I question the honor of the ANBU leader's wife. Not if they wanted to keep the job, or already put their lives.

-It's simple ... -said the boy as if telling something routine- it was a sexual visit. In the last few months we have been seeing each other in secret.

-You are lying ... - Sakura answered, stepping back and leaving her work surprised - she and you are not ... they are lovers. She never…

"When you decided to end our relationship," Bolt continued, smiling slightly, "my need for sexual discharge didn't go away." The more I have trained with my father, my chakra and physical power have increased. It's simple actually, I had to do something to keep control of my actions. And Mrs. Yamanaka is too sexy, as if to deny me the pleasure of her… "her company" of her.

He tried to be cruel, to end the conversation for good. As if he had changed it into a garment. As if Bolt didn't really care who to sleep with, but the particular fact. He tried to appear that any woman was convenient for him, and surely Sakura would not seek to know more about it. Either she wouldn't care, or she would simply convince herself that Boruto was not the best option for Sarada in the matter of marriage. Anyway, that comment concealed Ino's situation with Root, and at the same time it ended the subject. Boruto supposed that Sakura wouldn't inquire further. He was wrong.

"You're lying ..." Sakura whispered after coming closer and going back to her analysis work "it doesn't matter what you're hiding, but I know very well that you're lying."

They both knew it, but Sakura didn't seem to care about the reason for that lie. Perhaps what really left her alone, was the feeling that Boruto had not slept with another woman other than her. It was stupid to think like that. It was of no use, nor was it a source of pride. But a certain sense of tranquility invaded the hairy when she saw that before Boruto Uzumaki's beautiful blue eyes, she was still special. She showed in his eyes. He even he was attracted to her. And that damned attraction, it was mutual. Too bad that he weighed the Kunoichi.

"Did she find the comfort of a widow in the arms of some man?" –Bolt said suddenly without being able to keep silence before her- do you already have a replacement for Captain Winter?

"I don't need a replacement for the one who was never present," the woman answered sharply about Sasuke, "I just need my daughter to be happy." This is all that matters to me now.

-And then what will happen? -The blond continued inquiring- What will happen to the "Sakura woman", as soon as the "mother Sakura" has her whim resolved from her? What will follow next? Masturbate in the shower through tears? Peeping behind the door, how Sarada occupies the place you want and should occupy?

"Please stop ..." Sakura finally said, when she felt her eyes start to wipe, "enough Bolt, I beg you." I can't do what I want. We can not. It's crazy you are leaving the village. You have to stay with Sarada. Please don't abandon her.

Boruto was hurt by the situation. He wanted to say something sweet and stop that woman's tears from coming up. Long ago he had even been turned on by Sakura's pain. He had wanted to see her suffer so much from her. And all that was changing, to the purest and most basic sexual desire first. And to the feeling of wanting to protect her, protect her from her, that she be happy after her. He couldn't say it was love. Could they really love each other? Could Sakura love him as a man? Could she she admit that she loved him beyond being Sarada in the middle? For that reason Boruto wanted to leave Konoha. He had no chance of gaining the trust and respect of his father. Not the love or even the surrender of the woman he wanted. He couldn't have anything that he longed for so passionately. And the danger that Sarada will one day find out about that ever-latent clandestine relationship.

That is why he was withdrawing from Konoha. To protect Sakura. To get away from Naruto with whom he was no longer going back in the relationship.

"A dinner ..." Sakura suddenly whispered that her eyes were hidden by her pink hair.

"A dinner?" She managed to think as Bolt answered mechanically, "A dinner alone?"

"A dinner at my house ..." the woman insisted, "the three of them together with Sarada." To speak well, before you decide anything. Before you leave our lives forever.

"Sakura ..." the young man said slightly stunned while both faces were very close, "I have to go." It is the best for ...

"A dinner ..." the woman whispered, placing her index finger on the blonde's lips to silence him, "I know I have no right to ask you for anything else." I know you helped me protect my daughter. But please, I beg you to accept this last request.

"Damn woman" was Bolt's first thought as he nodded silently. Sakura told him the date and time of the meeting, and it was all. Meanwhile the routine examinations continued. Boruto knew perfectly well that he must have refused. He understood that he was being manipulated by her and that he clearly must have said "no". But in a way it was a good opportunity to talk to Sarada about it. Once and for all, he had to end that commitment. He couldn't leave Konoha like a coward. He had made a decision, and accepting the consequences was part of the matter.

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The Hokage had too long a day compared to others ...

It all started first thing in the morning, when at breakfast he had to meet his daughter Himawari after hours. Apparently the girl had not gone on a mission and she did not stay in bed despite the schedule. It was very early, but Hinata was as always preparing breakfast for her husband. In contrast, Himawari seemed not to have slept very well since the night before.

The relationship between father and daughter was totally cut off. The blonde had made a few attempts at conversation in the past weeks, receiving a nasty coldness as a reward. Hinata had warned her husband that she heard Himawari cry for hours locked in her room the night before. She surely she was already aware of her older brother's attempts to change villages. For this reason, and added to the displeasure against her father for Bolt's arrests, she generated a heavy atmosphere in the Uzumaki house. Naruto didn't really know what to say to him, so he did what seemed most convenient. Just as he was leaving the house to go to the office, he pointed to his daughter:

-Hima-chan…. -The girl barely looked at him, and in her eyes there was a clear sign of not having slept well- don't worry, I will never allow your brother to leave our village. It is a promise.

For the first time in months, he could see her smile. Naruto knew from his childhood what it meant to nurture hope, when he had nothing solid to believe. His children, both of them, were the most valuable thing he had on earth. Nothing mattered to him more than them. He doesn't even his own life. And if he had to go against the rules to force Bolt to stay in Konoha, he would sadly consider it. That transfer order document would never see the light of day. Naruto had already destroyed it and consequently would continue to block the procedures related to the transfer that Boruto sent to his office. Naruto wanted to do everything he could to allow time to change his son's intention.

Of course, said plan was denied in the first hours of his daily task ...

Apparently, the day Bolt appeared by the Hokage's office to present the particular request, he too had presented the same document to the Clan Council administration. Therefore, that morning they informed the Hokage that there was a meeting to discuss civil matters, and Shinobi requests that were not specifically sent to Naruto.

There were many reasons to go through the council and not the Hokage, but the main one was to give each ninja the possibility of being heard regardless of what the Hokage on duty personally thought about that particular subject. An idea from Shikamaru to free Naruto from some paperwork for years. And also a control tool, on future Hokage less democratic than the current one.

During the noon hour, he had to listen to the clan council plan about the future of his eldest son. Some said that Boruto's travel intentions could be very beneficial to Konoha. While it was true that the young man could pass on a powerful Doujutsu heritage combined with an immense flow of Uzumaki chakra, if he stayed in Konoha. It was also true that much of the council did not see with good eyes that he just formed a family with the last user of the sharingan. It was like concentrating all power in a single clan, the Uzumaki. And the ancient memory of the whirlpool clan was always latent. If the members of that family multiplied, with the combined inheritance of the sharingan, Byakugan and massive chakra, how far could they go? Wouldn't the birth of heirs with three of the Rikudou Sennin lineages be risky?

For these reasons, it was well seen that Boruto lived far from his family. And if they were clever in the boy's final destiny, perhaps they could create a blood bond with another village that would guarantee the recently won peace. The secretly optimistic looks, thought to her heart that the young Sarada Uchiha could be freed from the commitment to the Uzumaki, giving her incredible blood inheritance at the service of another clan. Cross interests, and all for the benefit of her private families. Meanwhile, Naruto strongly disagreed with the possibility of losing closeness to his son. Especially when he was now aware of how much he needed him.

-Although Boruto has expressed his desire to live and work in another country, -ino pointed out, placing some measure of the plans of others- I think he is young and can change his mind. The best thing would be for the Hokage to find out what his son really wants for the future.

The conversations continued in another direction, but Naruto appreciated Ino's words and felt a great truth in them. Boruto could have the desire to leave because of everything that happened, but his father could change that way of thinking. They just needed to talk, just the two of them. And finally understand each other after so long without succeeding.

After the clan meeting, where it was more than clear the intentions of the council to give the go-ahead to Bolt's request to leave; Naruto had to endure a heavy afternoon with commitments and reviews throughout the village. He was with a lot of work, but nothing compared to the previous years where everything seemed to be reborn in the ancient Shinobi methods. Right now, politics had a broader and more pacifist space. Eventually, everything would lead to a less bellicose system than the previous ones. The international agreements between Kage were the cornerstone of that belief in the future.

That same night, without slowing down from work and barely having lunch as little as he could, Naruto took on the most important mission of his last years. He could not designate anyone for such a difficult task. It was a Kage-level mission, and besides, no other Kage could handle such a job. He had to confront his eldest son, and try to rebuild a relationship that Naruto admitted to having failed from the very beginning. Would he find forgiveness in his beloved son? Did he deserve to be forgiven after being so suspicious of his own blood? Could Boruto even sit and listen, after having been denied the techniques that by inheritance belonged to him? Would it be useless at this point to say that I was really sorry for mistrusting him?

On that particular night, under the artificial lights of a silent villa, Naruto decided to end his day by marching alone to the bachelor apartment he had designated for Bolt. They had a lot to clarify, a lot to discuss, a lot to remember from the past. And Naruto understood that he had to be armed with patience, to swallow wholesale recriminations.

Without almost realizing it, he had come all the way from the Hokage tower to the aforementioned apartment. He knocked on the door, after checking that Bolt's chakra was inside the place. He'd had to track it down before the interior lights were off. He was too early for him to be sleeping. And he couldn't be trying to avoid it either, since the Hokage had taken the prevention of disappearing his own chakra and thus taking him by surprise. Avoiding excuses or avoidance.

He struck again calmly, but clearly audible from inside. 5 seconds later, the darkened door opened slightly, and both father and son met in a glance.

"What do you want?" Bolt coldly consulted without fully opening the entrance, as if making it clear that the visitor was not welcome.

"Talk…" Naruto said with equal coldness, "Bolt is necessary."

He stared at his father for 20 seconds, but there was no disgruntled gesture. In his hands he carried a folder of files taken from Kakashi's house. Boruto assumed that that folder was the one with the Hokage's name on its cover. What other folder would be kept in the hands of his father? Only the one with his own name could have any value to him. Although he couldn't unlock its content. Was it information about spying on other villages? Would it be personal data about his father? You couldn't tell, since only Kakashi had seen the content. Boruto had a moment's hesitation, as if the matter of espionage arrests was not over. But then he remembered that Kakashi-sensei was the only one punished for that reason, and decided that he didn't want to know more about it. He then moved his position away from the door and left it open to allow access. The small dining room was dark, barely the light from the window overlooking the kitchen dimly illuminated the place.

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Some nights later ...

Boruto was walking down a lonely village street in no rush. His destination was the house of the Uchiha women, where he was obliged to share a dinner and clarify the reasons for his departure. Days ago he had been very clear that his departure from the village was the right thing to do for the good of all. How could he remain under the command of his father when he was always mistrusting him? How could he have a stable and happy relationship with Sarada-chan, when Sakura's presence could overshadow everything? What would happen after getting married? Wouldn't Sarada choose to keep hanging out with her mother long enough for the secret to be discovered one day?

All those questions remained latent in his mind, although the talk with his father a few nights ago had changed a lot from what he had previously thought. Perhaps it was the screaming and recriminations, perhaps the feeling that for the first time Naruto Uzumaki was observing him with respect. That he recognized him, that he was giving her his trust for the first time. His father loved him, and Boruto was more aware of it than ever. But he also respected him as a ninja, and that above all made Bolt doubt about the initial idea of leaving.

It all depended on what happened tonight. Sakura managed to get this meeting, but Bolt didn't think a simple talk could solve the underlying problem. The root of the matter. Boruto sexually desired the mother of his fiancée, and the temptation to fulfill that wish would always remain latent. The only thing that kept the situation within the canons of apparent sanity was that Bolt hadn't fucked his ex-girlfriend. The Uchiha surname was still noble, and dishonoring Sarada would have been a tax of marrying at any cost. For the time being, the situation could be handled for a formal, casualty-free breakup. Sarada Uchiha had to understand. Even Sakura had to understand that the situation could not play out as they both expected.

-But how….? –Bolt wondered while he knocked, and felt a person on the other side about to open the door- How can I explain that I can't marry her because her mother is hers…?

He didn't have time to reflect deeply, when Sarada was in front of her eyes. He could barely see her, Bolt was surprised at the smiling and carefree attitude of her ex-partner. She did not seem like the typical hurt girl, that she resentfully awaits the completion of the engagement. She hadn't been following him lately either, or interrupting him jealous when she met the few times she could with Himawari. Sarada seemed to have gone back in time. She will be that neutral and serious girl before everyone, but she is smiling and friendly with Boruto. The darkness of her jealousy seemed to have dissipated.

The young man entered the corridor, and as they went to the dining room they exchanged glances and calm smiles with his friend. Maybe the situation would be easy, or too complicated, the boy thought. What would Sakura have told her daughter about dinner? Didn't she warn him that Boruto was planning to leave Konoha?

The dining room was well lit, the table was set for three, and Sakura seemed to be in the kitchen getting the final details of dinner ready. Sarada invited him to sit down, and Bolt settled in, still without leaving the surprise that so much familiarity caused him. It almost seemed like a dinner to celebrate a happy event.

Sarada was dressed in a blue yukata. She adjusted well to her body, and she gave the impression of making her more mature and beautiful than her with her ninja outfit. She had a buckle on one side of her, taming her raven hair and allowing a full view of her face. Boruto was worried about that look and smile on his friend. Her carefree attitudes weren't common. The young Uzumaki was beginning to wonder if her sister instead of "talking" to Sarada, had used her partial pressure technique on her. Him changing her, modifying her. Evaporating her jealousy and bellicose attitudes. Himawari had dared to use her terrible technique on Sarada? That technique that she had promised never to use again, after the effects on Bolt years ago?

It was true that Himawari had more experience since then. Also that her pressure techniques were not permanent now. Even that the effects were not final and uncontrollable. But even so, had he really intervened in Sarada's mind? And if she really did, what mental switch had she changed on Sarada? Because she implanting a directive deep within the unconscious could generate an unexpected effect.

Dinner started, and Boruto had no intention of prolonging the situation any longer than necessary.

-Sakura-sama… .Sarada-chan… .- he said to both of them as they sat around the circular table to start serving the food- I think I should tell them that…

-No Boruto-san….-Sakura interrupted smiling- better leave the formal talk about the agreement for after dinner -Then, he began to serve the hot rice from the steamer and when he handed the bowl to Bolt he commented- tonight he has to Be special. We haven't had a quiet dinner in a long time.

Bolt did not like the situation. But Sarada's smile and the following trivial topics of conversation calmed him down a bit. It was true that he wanted to end the bad situation quickly, but on second thought, how long had she eaten something homemade and in the company of someone? The grilled fish and shellfish were delicious. And the last year had been a lonely one for young Uzumaki.

Laughter was present, and Boruto was able to recall good times. When his family's reunions with the Uchiha, they were highlights on certain weekends. The bitterness of things in that past, dissipated in the memory. Only the good times remained, and the rest lost some effect on memory. The dinner was delicious, and the beauty of the hostesses with their fitted yukata (Sakura's was pink) fit perfectly at the moment. Even Bolt regretted showing up in just plain black jean and a blue T-shirt. He was properly dressed, but seemed somewhat out of place in regards to the women in front of him.

-I hope you liked the food Boruto-san ... -said Sakura at one point- I tried very hard to make sure everything went well.

-This delicious Ka-san… -added Sarada happily- I have to learn to cook like you, if I want to be a good wife.

It was the first time that the rugged issue had come to light. The three seemed very cunning to avoid any reference to that point in the past hours. But dinner was almost over, and it was obvious that this topic had to be raised. As uncomfortable as it was. And speaking of "discomfort", Bolt began to notice something that was slowly developing around him.

Hot….

His body began to have a certain, heat ...

Boruto carelessly looked around him. The dining room was quite open, the doors to the backyard were open. The night was cool, soft spring. The place wasn't uncomfortable and his clothes weren't heavy enough to feel that strange sensation of body heat.

Was it the ingested sake?

He had had very little to drink, just enough not to be rude. Boruto had come to a talk where he needed to be very awake. But that strange heat was beginning to build up at the base of his belly. What was happening?

-What's wrong Bolt-kun? –Sarada consulted that she noticed that heated gesture in her fiancé-do you feel bad?

-Not at all Sarada-chan ... - she said trying to distract her mind from that annoying sensation the blonde- well, now that we finished dinner, I want to talk about the matter of the comp….

-It's time for dessert! –Sakura interrupted him again- since Boruto-san seems somewhat agitated, better help digestion with a good ice cream.

-What a delight Ka-san! Sarada smiled with bright eyes and stood next to her mother-I help you serve him!

Bolt couldn't say more, both women went to the kitchen and left him alone. The boy groaned, clutching his belly under the table and bent down a bit trying to better resist the sensation. What was happening to him? What does that increasing heat mean? He could already feel it not only in his belly, but expanding throughout his body.

"Oh no ..." he thought at the theory that ran through his mind at that moment, "it can't be."

Anko-sensei had told him that he should never have dinner with a Kunoichi in his territory. The most effective weapon of the ninja women was seduction and the use of paralyzes or poisons to fulfill their purposes. What if Sarada or Sakura had put poison in the food? Or maybe they put something in the drink?

-I'm so dumb! –He said mentally, punishing himself- How could I be so careless ?! I hope Anko-sensei never knows what happened here, or she will torture me until I want to die.

Anko Mitarashi had been his most severe sensei. She almost an enemy in matters of training. But even the hard way, she had learned an awful lot about how to be a capable ninja and live to enjoy the pay for it. And one of the clearest precepts that she had inherited from her was, that she should never eat or drink in the private territory of another ninja. And much less if that ninja was a woman.

What could she do now?

Boruto didn't have much to do. He had eaten and drunk enough to be affected by any extra components in the food. Now he just had to try to figure out what kind of "extra seasoning" he had ingested. He tried to move his legs, and turned his shoulders slightly to check the effect of some kind of paralysis. The response from his body was good. He could move normally and by the time that had elapsed at that dinner he must already be affecting his muscles possibly.

"It's not paralyzing, and this heat I feel…" Bolt said to himself, "is not a fever originating from a poison."

He would have to be weak by now to pass out, but he was not sleepy but on the contrary. He felt agitated, energized as if he was warming up to start a battle. His body was more prepared for war than to relax and sleep. Perhaps his impression that something was wrong with the food that night had definitely failed.

-Bolt-kun…. -He heard Sarada's voice as she noticed her return to the dining room- I hope I didn't make you wait too long.

Something in the young woman's voice was different, deeper, more sensual. Boruto had usually wondered what it would have been like to make love to Sarada. He had a lot of his mother, both physically and mentally. And if Bolt was crazy about the idea of taking Sakura again, logically in the company of Sarada he would not have a bad time either. Suddenly it seemed that he wanted to see the inside of that yukata on the girl, and his mind was no longer balanced as usual.

-What the hell is happening to me? –He wondered- I have come to break the engagement, and now I'm thinking about….

He was considering "reaffirming" it to be precise. Taking her ex-girlfriend and destroying her clothes while he fucked her until he made her scream like crazy. Lick it like exquisite ice cream, the one that had just been served with total disregard for the environment.

"Would you like some of my Bolt-kun ice cream?" Sarada whispered softly.

Boruto snorted heatedly, insensitive to the surroundings and Sarada's questions. He wasn't listening to her, but he was watching her move those appetizing lips of hers. Drawing shapes of words that Bolt's ears couldn't pick up. Sakura wasn't coming back. Boruto looked insistently at the hallway that led to the kitchen, trying to hold out until the hairy appearance. Surely his presence would keep Bolt's livid under control.

"Bolt-kun ..." Sarada said approaching and touching his forehead to check the temperature. "Are you really okay?" You seem a little… heated.

-Don't touch me….-Boruto wanted to say without his voice coming out- Please don't touch me, my body is….

"Maybe you need this ..." Sarada defined smiling, as she leaned down to kiss him deeply on her lips.

Her response was automatic. He had no power to resist in any way. His body burned with need, it was like fire, as if his entire being burned from within. And to top it all, Sarada was not satisfied with kissing him, but instead she raised the yukata over her thighs enough to mount Boruto's legs and sit on him. Sarada had decided to kiss him deeply, and boy was she doing it right! She even wrapped her arms around Bolt's neck, preventing him from retreating. Maybe that gorgeous wet kiss lasted about 20 seconds. But it was clear that when it broke, it would be the beginning of something else and not its quick end. The following minutes were of total dominance in the young woman, Boruto had no power to cut that fiery union. The fire was incredible throughout her body.

"Let's go to my room ..." the Uchiha whispered, panting between kisses, "right now."

-We can't Sarada-chan… -answered the boy whose ability to think was almost lost- not here…

-Ka-san sure went to sleep….-Indicated the girl leaving another short wet kiss and standing up she prepared to walk away down the hall towards her room-I need you…

After that, she got up quickly and pulled his hand out of the dining room. She looked like she was leading him straight into her room, but Boruto ended up entering the bathroom, led with hardly any resistance.

-Wait here Bolt-kun ... -Sarada said placing another anxious kiss on his lips-I'll see that Ka-san is not awake. I don't want him to discover us. I'll let you know to come out and go to my room. Agree?

She left him in the bathroom, and left quickly. Boruto rested his hand on the tile wall and could barely stand. What happened to him? He was terribly aroused, in fact he didn't remember the last time he had been so aroused in the past. His blood literally seemed to boil, he even seemed out of control when it came to strength. If he and Sarada had their first time that night, it would be very difficult not to hurt him. Contain. Being "subtle" in the task of taking her virginity and making her enjoy it in the process. But what else could I do ?! Rejecting her and running away from her no longer seemed like a viable option. He couldn't contain himself to get that.

-By Kami ... - Bolt thought agitated- What's wrong with me? I'm just thinking about fucking Sarada like she doesn't exist tomorrow. What will happen if her mother discovers us?

He didn't have much to think about, Sarada's voice in whispers came from the hallway to invite him into his room. Just like that, panting and barely aware of his surroundings, Bolt left the bathroom and headed down the hall where his ex-girlfriend's room awaited. He knew he shouldn't go. A part of him, the one that was about to disappear drowned in lust, was screaming at him to escape from the place. But her body had a will of its own at that moment. So he simply slid open the indicated door and entered the darkness of the room. Barely a dim light trickled through the semi-closed shutters of the side window. She was lying on her bed, and the yukata that she had worn at dinner, lying on the floor in front of the visitor's feet.

-Bolt-kun? The girl moaned in a confused whisper.

She moved under the covers anxiously. He did not answer the question, it was obvious who it was and that now they were about to commit something crazy. One more. The kind Boruto Uzumaki was used to performing commonly. He could be quite a thinking boy in his natural state, that was undoubted. But now his body was out of control. His most basic and animal instinct was grounded in the need for possession. It had been almost a year since he had last felt the warmth of a woman in his arms. It was too long. His physical and chakra levels were much higher than the previous year. He was young and that boosted his libido levels to the stratosphere. Also, considering that Sakura used to fuck for hours relentlessly, right now it would not be less the intensity or the extent of his actions.

In the end, his lie about the uncontrollable arousal heritage of the Uzumaki, would end up being a certain version of the truth. It had been several days since he had trained intensely to fix his affairs to leave the village. And that excess energy was manifesting itself at full power.

-Bolt-kun what are you doing? –Sarada Sarada when she saw him take off his shirt and kneel on the mattress –Don't come near me.

-Do you really want that Sarada-chan? –The blond smiled with a hungry look- don't you want to be with me?

-No… ..I mean… yes… .but my body feels weird and….

He did not allow her to continue, he simply took her by the neck of her and approaching her position he began to kiss her deeply. He climbed on top of her forcing her to lie down meekly. He was anxious and she was strangely hesitant. But in the heat of the kisses and caresses everything began to blur. Boruto knew that he was wrong what he did. But he couldn't remember why he shouldn't do what he wanted so badly. He was too aroused, too unstable, and thirsty for a woman. And Sarada reminded him perfectly with his body of Sakura. He just had to get "experience". And that night Boruto would be in charge of starting her on that path of no return.

End of part 2