Our family

-Saint Kami-sama…. -Said one of the young people of the group- welcome my soul that I go towards the sky ...

Bolt was having lunch with some classmates of his generation in Ichiraku. One of them released this sentence with an exaggerated gesture of collapse. Everyone at the moment, with more or less dissimulation, turned to the street to see two women with heart attacks. Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Uchiha crossed that street leaving endless hot thoughts in the men around them. Both were a dream. Mrs. Yamanaka had an enviable figure, and she was always dressed to kill. As for Sakura Uchiha, even hiding her body with that hospital gown, she had a skirt that revealed a nice scene of her legs. In addition to having a behind that is impossible to hide even because of her clothes.

The boys laughed. Bolt was always annoyed with the matter of his mother-in-law. Always talking obscenely about checking if she was a natural hairy. Always wanting her, and just that, nothing more. But Bolt, while pretending to be calm and ignorant of the situation, could not help but feel satisfaction in remembering that indeed, he knew how "natural" pink was in his mother-in-law. He had had good proof of it.

-Hey Bolt ... -said one of his friends-confess something to me. Let's say for a moment ... that woman who is the mother of your girlfriend, she is drunk at some party and she needs good sex. -Everyone looked at him expectantly- let's say ... she sees something in you, I don't know what it could be, but anyway! –Everyone laughed, even Bolt smiled- tell us the truth…. Won't you fuck her? Or will you be such an idiot as to remain honorable?

Bolt placed his hand under his chin to pretend thoughtful. "Won't you fuck it?" He already did, and on many occasions. Was it worth the risk regarding his relationship with Sarada? He was worth fighting to the death with her husband. But what should he tell his friends so that they wouldn't bother him anymore, or suspect anything strange?

-In theory ... -he said smiling- I know that she is a very sexy woman. –Everyone smiled, although they did not know what answer she would give- but even if I wanted it… let's admit it… to none of us, someone like her would give them that opportunity. Besides… .I wouldn't look for trouble with Sarada-chan's father. He is unintelligent.

Suddenly they got serious. Perhaps when they remembered the things that were said about her husband. This Sasuke Uchiha was a monster. Only the Hokage could stop him in theory. And still he would be even. Picking on that animal's wife? He was not wise. Not even with the expectation of throwing the dust of their lives. The young people of course only speculated. They were just dreams of hot boys. They actually thought like Bolt. Such a beautiful and desirable woman as Sakura Uchiha, she would never accommodate just any child. It was crazy to think about it!

-You are a spoilsport Bolt ... -said one of his friends with a laugh- you already made me feel bad for lunch.

They all laughed out loud. Even Bolt, who was just thinking that his secret was safer than ever. If his friends hadn't noticed any change in the way he referred to Sakura. Everyone was undoubtedly ignorant of the affairs he had with that woman.

His private lover ...

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-Hokage-sama… .- the Hyuuga leader began solemnly- I am satisfied that he has agreed to meet us in her office.

Naruto did his best to hide the annoyance from her. Hanabi Hyuuga had become quite annoying and arrogant since her father put her at the head of the clan. Years before, she had struck him as a sweet girl who loved her older sister very much. But all relationship was cut short, when Hinata and Naruto got married. Lord Hiashi wanted to get Naruto to adopt his family surname. But the blond, with his well-earned fame and his power and influence, refused to give up his mother's last name.

After that, Hinata and her children became outcasts to the Hyuuga. There was only a limited relationship when by law, Naruto's wife was sealed during her pregnancy so that her children would not develop the Byakugan. As a consequence, both Uzumaki children had blue eyes like the father. And not the inheritance of the white eye, which might have made them more powerful by nature.

Naruto cared little about this. His wife visited the Hyuuga, and she did so in a civilian capacity. As a child, he carried Himawari with her, but there was never any sign of closeness from her. They were "Uzumaki" and would always be. That the Hyuuga had annulled their Byakugan, formed an invisible barrier between both families.

Everything could continue on those roads forever. Even the relationship between the two families improved a bit with Hanabi's visits to her sister at the Hokage's home. Lately though, the Hyuuga clan leader began to develop an unpleasant interest in Bolt. An interest that seemed to derive in clan negotiations.

"As you are undoubtedly watching ..." Naruto replied sitting behind his desk, "I'm busy." I understand that as the leader of the Hyuuga clan you have requested this meeting. So go ahead… tell me what you come to tell me Hyuuga-san.

They were not polite conversations. Naruto had not been pleased that Hanabi showed interest in Boruto's evolution. Basically, because when she was a kid she was olympic about it. And now that she was already a good Chunnin, did she have a "family" interest in him? from where he saw himself, that matter was wrong.

"I would like to have a more fluid relationship with my nephew Bolt," the woman added, smiling coldly. "I understand ... that Hokage-sama prevents me from attending his residence." May I ask why?

They both knew why. But diplomatically they had to clear things up face to face. And Naruto had never known how to sustain a lie diplomatically. He could use some weak excuses. But they both knew where it all ended.

-no one has prevented you from entering my house. –Added Naruto- My wife has an intimate bond with her younger sister, and I respect that.

-but she doesn't approve.

-I don't like the sudden interest in my son. –The Hokage indicated flatly- it's as if they had noticed the existence of him just now, which is a good Shinobi project.

"He's already ... a good Shinobi," Hanabi said, sitting comfortably in a guest chair, "like his aunt, I have been interested in the possibilities that open up in his future." As Hokage-sama well knows, only the best should inherit the responsibilities of our family.

"Boruto is my son ..." Naruto defined somewhat pissed off "there is no ..." our family. Hinata has not belonged to the Hyuuga clan for years, and it was your father who has decreed it so. My son had to make his way alone. Neither Boruto nor Himawari received or needed anything from you.

-At the time, I was not the leader of the Hyuuga clan. -Hanabi continued imperturbable- although it is true that Bolt does not carry my last name, that situation may change. And it would be the most sensible thing for everyone.

That was the key point. Naruto had received information from Hinata about it. Hanabi's interest in her nephew was malicious. She actually wanted him to marry him to some woman of the Hyuuga clan. She loved him because she saw him strong. Because as she well she said, he was an interesting Shinobi. Boruto Uzumaki, he could quietly put his last name aside. And that did not please Naruto. But what could he do to prevent it? Naruto was aware that the relationship with his son was decidedly bad. Through his own and other people's faults, he never achieved a strong bond with his eldest son. Could Bolt leave the family, to go with the Hyuuga?

-I don't think a lot of snooty relatives is what Boruto wants in his life. -Naruto attacked, but not without truth- my son is a boy with a good heart, but he does not like people who want to control him like a puppet. Surely Hyuuga-san has noticed.

"Point to Naruto," the blonde said to himself, emitting a light smile. The seriousness of the woman had made him think that he received the shot from elevation, direct and very hard. But Hanabi wasn't worried about what the Hokage or her son might yell at. Bolt was a young man who did not yet have the necessary experience to resist a negotiation between clans. Hanabi was sure that she could convince him to join the Hyuuga clan. If he was foolish like his father, or weak in morals like his mother, the Hyuuga leader would sooner or later add him to his clan. Bolt was very interesting. Much more than the Hokage had any idea.

-I think I understand perfectly. Hanabi smiled after thinking for a moment. Naruto looked at her surprised- for some moments I thought he should negotiate with the head of the clan. But I see that Hokage-sama will not impose his will on his son. So ... -he stood up bowing- I will negotiate the details of the transfer of him, directly with my nephew. Good afternoon…

Before Naruto said anything. That woman had left followed by the two relatives who waited outside. She left him cold. She had obtained some kind of authorization to convince Boruto heads up. She was not going to give up, and Naruto felt that he had no power to deny her anything. What if his son really accepted what this woman proposed? What offer was she going to make to him anyway? Why the interest in Bolt, if he didn't have the Byakugan? Did he want it to have strong offspring? Did she want to turn him into a stallion for the Hyuuga clan?

Naruto slammed his fist into his desk, splitting it in half. By the time the ANBU at the gate and Shizune entered to see the problem. They found him standing and looking out the windows thoughtfully. They set out to replace the cabinet, without saying anything to him. Shizune was already used to her teacher the Godaime. She had half a dozen pieces of furniture waiting in the Hokage tower storage room.

However, it was the first time she used a new one on Naruto. Something had irritated him greatly. Something that no one could calculate with the naked eye.

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-Congratulations on the front ...- Ino laughed as they both went to the hospital- you have the special attention, from the entire male staff of Konoha.

Sakura looked at her strangely. What exactly was she talking about? she hadn't seen or heard anything anywhere.

"A while ago, when we passed through Ichiraku," the blonde continued, "a group of young people were wondering if you are a natural hairy." -She pointed wickedly- and how much they wanted to find out personally.

-You're not serious ... -the rose denied something annoying- I didn't hear anything.

-I have performed some jutsu to check the lighter thoughts of her. –It indicated Ino- I thought they were talking about us when they turned to the street.

"You will rather say ..." Sakura contradicted, "that you wanted to find out if they were talking about you. Right, sow?

-Not at all! –Waving her hand from one side to the other, nervous- it was just a coincidence.

-You have no remedy, sow ... -the hairy girl was having fun- even married and having a family, you still want everyone to look at you. That's why you dress that way.

She certainly was more demure than when single. But not too much. Sakura could even remember that months ago, for similar reasons, she dressed a little more provocatively. She had liked Naruto to look at her. Perhaps because she was unsure of her charms. After all, her own husband spent months without touching her. But right now, she didn't need to confirm her attractiveness. Her clandestine relationship with Bolt made him feel all the sexy that she required. Now being demure, she was the best way to go unnoticed.

While she kept talking to her best friend. Sakura reflected how much her life had changed in recent times. Months ago she locked herself in her bathroom to cry and masturbate locked in a spiral of dissatisfaction. Nervous and annoying in daily life. Waiting for her husband that she never came back. Wishing the friend married to another woman. Provoking him, even when he was a family man. A horrible bad relationship with the boyfriend of her only daughter. A situation that she always kept uncomfortable with.

And now, almost three months after that first crazy night. She was on the cusp of her sexuality. Ravenous and passionate in bed. Relaxed at her work. Withdrawn enough from contact with Naruto; to whom she knew she was ill at those flirtations. Happy, because now she did not have arguments or bad drinks in her meetings with the Uzumaki. And now she was a lover to Bolt… the beginning of her happiness, and the beginning of her troubles.

Ino talked and talked. Of gossip surely. Sakura couldn't focus on her words because she was remembering what happened the weekend in question, at Naruto's house. How did she dare to go to Bolt's room? How did she encourage herself to leave her husband's bed, even at the risk of discovering her? She evoked those hours of fire. That boy had completely mastered her. He subdued her in such an incredible way that she no longer objected. Now, she had accepted that they would be lovers. From that Sunday morning, they met again the following Wednesday. Sasuke had already left on Tuesday, and Sarada had a mission that kept her out of the village to this day. They were on Friday, about to turn a week since Sakura agreed to be the lover of her daughter's boyfriend.

Crazy, total perversion.

-front… .Sakura! –Ino called him surprised by how scattered her friend was.

They were both in a hospital office. Filling documents. Ino had spoken for almost an hour, before noticing that she wasn't even being heard. She then she made a gesture of amusement. To go straight to investigate the reasons for distraction in her friend.

-Surely you're thinking about Saturday night, right?

-What are you saying? Sakura asked alarmed. "Don't you dare use your jutsu on me!"

-Ha ha ha… .- she began to laugh the blonde- I don't need to read your mind to know everything about you. Remember that my husband and I also went on Sunday at noon to have lunch with all of you. You looked… incredibly satisfied. And the day before, you were distracted and grumpy. Logic logic ...

Yes, Ino Yamanaka was right. It was true that the uncontrollable amounts of sex had changed her mood 180 degrees. But the blonde had no way of knowing, that it was not exactly Sasuke Uchiha, who had put what had to be put for it.

"I've always wondered, friend ..." Ino said in complicity, "How is Sasuke-kun in bed?"

-Don't think I'm going to go around telling my intimacies with the biggest gossip in the country. –Retructed the rose.

-ah ... don't be cruel! -The blonde bit him- I can tell you my things. And you tell me yours. You know ... compare, make experience. I have a great idea! Tonight, you and I… .we'll have dinner alone and drink like the world ends tomorrow.

Actually she wanted to loosen her tongue. They both knew it. But Sakura was home alone. Sarada would surely go to sleep early after returning from her mission. And as for Sai, she wasn't in Konoha that night either. They haven't had a "ladies night out" in years. Perhaps with how resentful and nervous Sakura knew she was, she would never have said yes. But currently…

-I accept ... little pig ... -the rose smiled- I'll bring the liquor and you prepare dinner. I want to eat rich, rich. Nothing to improvise a dish eh?

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Hinata Uzumaki could tell that night how bad the relationship was between three of the people closest to her heart. They were having dinner, the family reunited. Boruto and Himawari always chatted amicably telling each other things about their day. Naruto didn't used to talk to them much, but he was trying harder lately. Her gentle and docile daughter agreed to include the Hokage in her daily detail stories. But Boruto was clearly the opposite. He totally closed off the conversation as soon as his father wanted to participate. It was a situation that was repeated, with few moments of truce since the boy was 13 years old. Now 17, Bolt was a young man with little regard for endowments or ancestry. The formal treatment of him was nothing more than a clear sign of contempt. He only had familiarity with three women. His mother, his sister and his girlfriend, according to Hinata. Only Hima and Sarada knew Bolt's sweetness in privacy. And Hinata, she knew his biggest secret from him as a Shinobi. On a certain occasion, Hinata wanted to explore her son's reasons for keeping her, and especially her father, in the emotional background. The woman remembered it well, it was one afternoon when her eldest son turned 15:

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Flash back:

The mother was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the cake for the evening feast. Bolt hadn't left the Uzumaki house all day, enjoying his birthday with a well-deserved break from work or training. He talked to his mother, sipping green tea and looking out the kitchen window at the backyard.

Naruto as almost always, in the office working. Himawari had returned from a mission very late, and was still sleeping in his room. Hinata as a good mother, tried to maintain peace and unity in her family. And for that, she tried to appeal to the good day of her son, to unite him with her father that special night.

-I wanted to ask you Bolt-kun ... -she said to him, continuing with the details of the decoration on the cake- Could you change your attitude tonight?

-What do you mean Ka-san? –Asked the boy with a certain innocence.

-Your father ... -added the woman- lately you don't even talk to him. Naruto-kun feels bad about it. Could you make it up at once? It hurts me to have dinners so full of sadness when we are all together.

-I understand… -said the young man, making his mother smile and look at him hopefully- it is important that Hokage-sama always feel comfortable.

"Son ..." sighed the woman who did not like the course of the talk "you know I do not mean ...

-Ka-san… -the young man cut her off, staring at her- perhaps it will be shocking to see your son ignore the father. But Lord Hokage, he gets from me exactly what he has given me for as long as I can remember. Does he remember the last time he helped me train? Do you remember any occasion where you went to see me at the academy? Any techniques you have taught me? Because my memory is failing me.

Hinata didn't know what to say. It was true that Naruto rarely had a day off. But she had never thought that she had never even made time to train his son. It was something she would have to tell him privately. Maybe that was what made the boy resent him.

"If he's thinking of suggesting to the Hokage that he pretend to be interested in me," Bolt interrupted the train of thought indifferently, "I tell him he's wasting his time." I wouldn't train with him, even if he begged me on my knees. He's not interested, and neither am I.

-That's not true Bolt-kun ... -said the woman hurt- your father loves you. He cares about you. But he has other functions and he can't ...

-I agree Ka-san ... -the blonde smiled coldly- the Hokage ... "he can't" ... the Hokage "never can" and for me he's fine. Now I have Konohamaru-sensei to train. Also, I have met very powerful ninjas who help me prepare. Sarada-chan and I, we train often and together we are fine. Do you wonder why I don't have a conversation with Oto-sama? Because nothing he says, or what he has to say to me, is important to the other.

Hinata didn't continue the discussion. But he promised to talk to Naruto to show him where his relationship with his son was breaking. Besides, it was a long time since even with her Naruto seemed to be intimate. Hinata suffered from it, because she suspected that Naruto might be interested in another woman. She hurt that, but even if she was torn inside her, she did not feel capable of claiming anything from her husband either. The Hyuuga had raised her like that. The woman did not question the man. The children did not question the father. But Boruto Uzumaki was not a Hyuuga. And he would never be. In a way, that pleased Hinata.

That night, at Bolt's intimate birthday party. Hinata and her children welcomed Sarada. They had a delicious dinner courtesy of her mother, and ate the cake around 12 at night, when Hinata could no longer do anything else, to wait for Naruto. Worst of all, it wasn't that the Hokage had forgotten dinner for his son's birthday. The most shocking thing was that Bolt was not surprised or bothered by the absence of his father.

The next day, it was the only time Hinata raised her voice in front of Naruto. The only strong argument they had. The only time she berated him for his excess at work. That she let him know how far he was from her son. That morning, and for the next two years, Hinata would spend every so often a weekend training with Bolt and Himawari. There were techniques that the woman could teach her children, and not even the rigid Hyuuga laws stopped her. Soon, she discovered in her son a virtue that no one had noticed. And she thanked over time, that birthday night where her eyes were opened to the tense situation.

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But right now. She had another problem. She loved with all her heart her husband Naruto hers. With which she was already much better in intimate and sexual matters. She loved with all her soul hers her son Bolt hers. That he loved her, and every so often he trained with her even though he wasn't totally open to her feelings. He felt an unbreakable affinity for his sister Hanabi his. Which as her sister, she always had a way of reaching deep into him. No matter the time or age. And the three of them seemed to face each other like staunch enemies. Dinner seemed normal, until Naruto started ranting against the Hyuuga. Hinata and Himawari were silent. The Hokage spoke of the absurd and ancient laws of that clan. From the problems he had with Hanabi that he believed he had the right to impose all of her on him. From the children's grandfather, who had expelled Hinata at the time and now it seemed that she wanted to "remember" that she had a family among the Uzumaki. Questions about such anger led him to reveal Hanabi's visit to her office, with subsequent announcement of trying to change Boruto's clan.

-Do you have any idea why she may be interested in you? She - she asked her son in the middle of her recriminations - because as far as I know, the Hyuuga are only interested in the Byakugan. For what reason, do they want to put you on a leash now, Boruto? Truth?

She was surely looking for complicity with her son. That she kept the same objections as him. Actually, Naruto was upset by the Hyuuga for treating his children like plagues. And now they were interested? Naruto didn't want to lose his family. It was that simple. If Bolt, or Himawari changed their last name, he would have to obey orders and you are under the laws of one of the most restrictive clans in Konoha. And there was still no talk of the seal of the caged bird. Because it was obvious that they would not be part of the main branch without having a Byakugan.

-Onii-chan… -the sister whispered next to Bolt- Oto-san is talking to you.

Bolt raised a piece of Onigiri to his lips, and just looked up at the rest of his family. It was as if he had noticed for the first time that they were there. Much less that they spoke to him. That irritated Naruto, who was more and more convinced that his son would not tremble to leave his paternal last name. A surname that he clearly despised.

-The Hyuuga are one of the most powerful clans in Konoha. -He clarified neutral- I have never seemed a good idea to speak pests of someone strong.

-Does it mean you want to talk to Hanabi Hyuuga? –The father consulted holding his breath- I don't think it's good that…

-I am not interested in anyone's opinion on this matter. –Defined Bolt looking at his father as a stranger- the Hyuuga are for me, one more clan. I have friends in the Yamanaka, in the Nara, even my girlfriend is Uchiha. But for the moment, I am dedicating myself to growing up as a ninja. I don't understand why all the irritation comes from you. You should remain dedicated to your documents that you are very good at.

It was true. She was 17 years old and a whole life ahead of her. He was dating Sarada Uchiha, which did not mean engagement or even marriage. What could Hanabi offer to convince him to tie himself up to the Hyuuga? Both Naruto and Hinata wondered the same thing. However, the woman understood her sister's interest in Boruto. In simple terms, it was her fault that such an interest had arisen. She should not speak, she should not have said what she had seen at the time. She trusted her sister, but she never thought they would all end up fighting over it. Hinata suffered, because she didn't want Bolt to know that this was her fault. She didn't want to lose her child, she didn't want to see contempt in her Bolt's blue eyes. That would kill her without a doubt.

After those words, the atmosphere relaxed quite a bit. Hinata was silent, and Naruto was able to conclude from his son's words that he would not agree to change families. Also, it was a kind of approach to him. If he was so concerned with evolving as a ninja, maybe they could train together. It would be nice to rephrase the link between them.

"I've been working too hard ..." admitted the Hokage at dessert time, "I thought a weekend in between." We could go to the forest to train hard. It would help them to polish techniques and it would help them to improve their level. After all ... - he scratched his head smiling - they could learn something from the Hokage right? LOL.

Himawari smirked. She loved being with her father, for as long as she could. Her training mattered little to him, just being with her father would be pure happiness for her. But Bolt did not react as they would have expected everything. They still remembered how he had begged from a very young age for Naruto's attention. Now, he was totally impervious to the possibility of getting that great training.

-What do you say Bolt? Naruto consulted between surprised and tense.

The blond young man looked at the situation with some disbelief. The only thing he had to do to unleash chaos was to make it clear to his father that he thought exactly of this sudden interest in training his children. He thought that the Hokage saw the possibility of losing his offspring at the hands of the Hyuuga, for not having given anything to his children for years. And now he was offering to train them? Long gone, the time when Bolt needed the Hokage. Right now, he would have more difficulties than benefits to access that "training".

-I don't know ... -said the young man slowly- maybe Hima can be of much more use. On weekends I usually see myself with Sarada-chan. When I don't have missions and stuff. So I hope you guys have fun.

-Onii-chan ... -said the girl hurt, at the disgruntled gestures of her parents-don't do this. Onegai.

Boruto watched his sister's sorrow and something hurt inside him. He didn't mind upsetting his father. After all, there was little he could learn from Naruto Uzumaki in general. Shadow clones he knew already, as did the Rasengan. He had an affinity for fire and water, different from his father who carried wind. He was even specialized in other types of combat. The Goken style was not his main weapon. (Iron fist) Would he really use that training for her? Furthermore, he had the possibility to visit Sakura Uchiha. Was there any training that was worth missing out on the possibility of fucking that monument of a woman? In a few concrete words. Naruto and his training could go to hell. Quietly and meekly. However…

-You're right Nee-chan… -he smiled at her sister to keep her happy- lately I'm not in a good mood. But nothing so serious, that a little healthy training can not solve. Truth?

They all smiled. They all believed that it was the beginning of family peace. A rapprochement, a reconciliation. Boruto could be a rebel before everyone, but with his sister he had a special consideration.

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Sarada and Bolt had had a beautiful outing. They went to the movies in the evening, then to dinner, and finally they took a walk through the illuminated leaf village. They both enjoyed their moments together a lot, they were friends since they were children, but at a certain point in their relationship they switched to dating. At first, Sarada was not at all comfortable with the new situation. Her parents made a lot of problems and complicated everything. But Boruto, he was that kind of person who managed to inject security into the people around him.

Little by little everything became more normal, and both families ended up accepting the relationship.

They were both young, they weren't even thinking of committing themselves. But if they had had very "hot" moments, where the kisses were no longer innocent and the boy's eager caresses made Sarada shudder. "Bolt-kun… .not yet" she had told him once. Even so, the he on two other occasions tried to have something more from his girlfriend, than fiery kisses. She had always stopped him. With loving pleas, because Bolt was incapable of hurting him. Finally, they had a difficult conversation. Where Sarada's bad temper was present. Boruto smiled and agreed to his request. There would be no further advance on his part, until she herself consented to it.

In recent months, certain moments of awkwardness between them had disappeared. Sarada no longer felt the pressure in her boyfriend's eyes. He no longer looked at her ravishingly, she respected the distance even in her kisses. He was still loving, kind, and caring. Even the moments where her mother was, Sarada noticed that the relationship had improved between her Ka-san and her boyfriend. There were no longer forced smiles, or strange looks. All the clouds were dissipating.

-And your father still hasn't returned to Konoha? Bolt consulted with an amused air. "Is he an idiot or just indifferent?"

-Bolt! –She smiled giving him a little blush- do not talk about my Oto-sama like that.

-He better not come back for us Sarada-chan ... -he smiled amusedly stopping her walk and taking the girl by the waist to kiss her deep on her lips-so I can have you alone for me. Humm- she gave him another kiss and caressed her back- without your neurotic father watching us.

She wrapped her arms around the neck of his blond hers smiling. Enjoying not only the kisses, but the privacy of that park at night. In addition, she was pleased to note that Boruto's hands did not touch uncomfortable areas. He didn't seem to want to break the rules she had set. Something strange, but nice for now.

Suddenly, they had to interrupt their walk. It started to rain from one moment to the next, and although they ran to return to the Uchiha house as soon as possible, the rain became powerful and they ended up totally drenched. They were both laughing, it hadn't seemed annoying, but rather funny. Boruto said that even the weather he conspired to prevent his conquest plans. She laughed, as she almost never did in her life. Sarada was a serious and responsible girl, possibly what most attracted him to Bolt, was that strange ability of hers that she had to relax her and make her laugh. Together with her boyfriend, she did not feel cold or bored, as happened at other times of her day.

At the Uchiha house, they didn't find the lights off even though it was late. Sakura met them at the door, and she laughed in amusement to see them wet to the crown. Between handing them some towels and serving them a hot drink, she took almost half a talk in the dining room waiting for the storm to stop.

-It seems that she does not want to stop raining ... -Boruto said in the middle of the conversation with both women- there is no case, tonight it will surely be to catch a cold.

-Of course not! –Sarada smiled cheerfully- you can stay tonight here at home. After all, there are rooms to spare. Right Ka-san?

"Of course darling ..." said the rose, smiling slightly.

Bolt sneaked a peek at the hairy girl. Although she found gestures relaxed, you could see in her eyes that the idea of the young man staying under her roof enchanted her. She surely was thinking, that when Sarada went to sleep, she could make a visit similar to the one that happened at the Uzumaki house. Meanwhile, Boruto considered the situation dangerous, but he wasn't about to deny himself either. The kisses and hugs with his girlfriend had warmed his blood. He had to find a way to unload. And what better than his… lover of him?

Meanwhile, Sakura reflected that the rain had fallen like a charm. A few nights ago, she had dined with best friend Ino, managing between meals and sake to confess to some of the sexual encounters she had had with Boruto. She of course she disguised it all, pretending to Ino that Sasuke was the man in question. And then she had to listen to some of the perversions her friend had done with her husband. Poor Sai, he had fallen into the clutches of a malevolent mind. Every time his son Inojin went on a mission trip, Sai became a kind of "prey", with Ino being the hunter in question:

Flash back:

-It's a pity that Sasuke-kun does not lend himself to being "dominated" -indicated the blonde- or you could put a leash on him and enjoy it a lot.

Sakura was ironic inside. Sasuke being dominated? The exact attitude in sex with the Uchiha was that of a woman with her private statue. It was like having a plaster dildo. Sasuke brought nothing but frustration. And this for years. Instead Bolt….

-Although ... from what you've told me ... -confessed Ino- sometime I would like ... to be the "victim".

He was attractive. But even more so, it had been when Sakura was effectively subdued. Her hairy woman was ashamed to confess it, but her sexual instinct had awakened from the lethargy that marriage had imposed, and now she only wanted to lock up or be locked up by Boruto Uzumaki in a room, to explore the limits of her passion .

-I imagine that women like Hinata have more luck. –She continued due to the effects of the Ino liquor, as if conducting a lecture- Naruto seems to be the type of male, who can leave you without sleeping all night.

"But at certain times ..." said the hairy woman, also uninhibited by sake, "she lacked decision.

It was true, Boruto was not like her father. He was not able to give everything without demanding absolutely nothing in return. He was generous, yes, but when it came to demanding his wishes, he was also capable of claiming them without blushing. And was he wrong? Of course not! Sakura reflected that maybe that was what kept her and Naruto from being a couple. When she was young and Sasuke was in the process of returning to Konoha, perhaps Naruto would have conquered her if she had had the firm decision to attend to her wishes. Maybe yes ... maybe not ... now it was a matter of the past.

End of flash back

"You'll have to take a shower Bolt ..." Sakura interrupted the conversation. "You're not going to go to sleep dirty and wet."

"I'll have problems with clothes ..." said the young man.

"I have some of your clothes," Sakura added, "they stayed from the other time you came with your parents for the weekend."

It was not true. The clothes had only been left in the Uchiha house for a few days. Since last Wednesday, where they fucked like crazy in various parts of the house and that mute was dirty in the hands of Sakura, to wash it and return it on another occasion. But Sarada had no way of knowing. The story was compelling and what was actually happening in front of her eyes was impossible to calculate.

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She turned on the tap gently, the warm water gradually getting the right temperature. He was somewhat upset, they had several wounds that had not yet fully healed. Blows there, bruises there. Nothing too serious to keep her from moving, but she did sting a bit when they came into contact with the water.

She had had a tough workout with her father. The situation was not at all friendly. Basically Bolt had suffered several blows, a product of having to fight in a style that did not suit him against the Hokage. The Goken form of combat, favored physical strength and extreme speed. Question that was not convenient to do, against the strongest Shinobi in the world in that particular style. Boruto could have fought him with soft palm techniques, but he didn't want to teach what he knew even in front of his father. He preferred to pass for very inferior in hand-to-hand combat, rather than reveal cards that he should play another time. He was limited to using Katon's ninjutsu, with the tricks Konohamaru-sensei learned at least he could justify Chunnin's rank from him. However, the punishment was not entirely harmful. Some time later he had fulfilled one of the missions that Raíz had ordered him, and the wounds on his body from that combat were mixed with the training of his father. In short, he collected wounds from two different situations.

While he was soaping himself with difficulty, he noticed that his body was very well worked and resisted perfectly. Still, he didn't want to stand out too much in any particular field. One of the best virtues of him since he was 12 years old, was to keep hidden from the eyes of the high command of Konoha. Staying small, common, unworthy of concern. That allowed him to sneak between the clans and get everything he needed.

As a Chunnin in the service of the Hokage, he was officially a manipulator of the Katon. Skills for medium-range combat and survivability in wild terrain. He had to learn to manipulate another element, and take a series of theoretical tests that he was not good at. If he ever wanted to be promoted to Jounnin.

Unofficially, he was captain of the Root ANBU. He had Sai-sensei as his direct leader, and only the general commander of the new Root, Hatake Kakashi, knew of his true abilities as a double agent. Boruto didn't just manipulate the Katon. He but he also did it with the Suiton in a superb way. He had facilities with the Junken combat technique. He expert in tactics and poisons. Tracking and detecting enemies. He had the skills of subterfuge, experience in interrogation and torture, training as a spy, and virtues for silent murder. He had a series of contacts in various foreign countries, and knew every corner of Konoha by heart. Being able to hide in a perfect way and find any information that could be required by the Root.

He was that kind of ninja, whose "shadow" was huge, although his body looked quite normal. A worthy member of the root.

Suddenly, as his mind drifted over the long-assigned missions, he could feel someone slide the bathroom door open, tiptoeing inside. He guessed the right thing, Mistress Uchiha had suggested that he stay that night, and not just to sleep.

"Good night Bolt ..." she said pulling the curtain aside, still wearing a thick sand-colored robe "What ... are those wounds?"

The boy looked at himself slightly, then looked at her quite surprised. She had verified that Sarada went to sleep, and brought the clothes that were supposed to help cover the boy. Although of course, she Sakura presumed that she would not need it until morning. She now she was with a well formed body, muscular and masculine, but full of bumps, scratches and small bruises.

-Do not worry. -She said carelessly, and continued soaping- it was just a training.

She not only ignored that comment, but taking his shoulder, she forced him to step out of the shower and sit on a bench. Right in the center of the bathroom. Bolt didn't resist, she was looking at him in a totally neutral way, as if he were dressed from head to toe. Sakura took a towel and gave it to him silently. The blonde understood right away, using the towel to wrap around her waist and be covered in the privacy of him.

"It's going to take me a few minutes," she said, looking at him seriously, "don't move."

The woman's hands began to emanate green chakra. She began to heal on the sutures, making the threads cut and the wound to close as if it had never existed. The blows that had left a bruise bothered Bolt as soon as Sakura placed her hands. But in a matter of 15 minutes, all the notorious ailments, and the biggest wounds, had been reduced to nothing. She was awesome. In a bathroom, at any time and with the patient all wet. She had repaired the damage from days before. As if she was the easiest thing in the world.

-Sarada is in the house ... -he warned the young man, getting her to look at him- we shouldn't….

Sakura interrupted him by placing a finger on the blonde's lips. She smiled slightly, with a look full of perversion. Sakura's body could barely be covered by that robe. It was evident that under her there was no garment. Boruto could tell that she was dirty with mud. Possibly it had happened when he went out into the backyard to feed her boiler. From the hot water he had enjoyed, she was dirty and cold.

-Sarada sleeps in her room. Sakura said smiling, "we have all night."

She put her right hand on the blonde's chest, lifting him to his feet and returning him to the shower area. Place, which now Sakura also planned to occupy. Boruto backed away slowly, as he watched her shed her robe and get completely naked. What a body! How sexy! Everything about Sakura Uchiha was palatable. She might be in her 40s, but it was the best 40 she had ever seen. Bolt cared little that this woman was bigger. That made it more pleasant to bend her. And even having managed to awaken her desire. Make her her lover.

Minutes later, Boruto was against the tile wall. She was on her knees, holding tight to his penis and sucking him fiercely. She seemed like she wanted to rip it off at times. Boruto had to hold onto the taps so as not to collapse from the pleasure. The last attempt at sanity was to remind him for the second time that Sarada was in the house. It was when Sakura, with a very mischievous jade look, confessed to having added to her daughter's tea "something" of hers, which would keep her sleeping until very late.

-Sakura-hime is very perverse ... -the blond smiled when he saw that this woman had planned the meeting since she saw them enter the house hours ago- is she trying to steal her daughter's boyfriend?

That question made her horny. He knew it and always said it. Sakura was entering a macabre role-playing game. Where was the evil mother, trying to pervert the innocent child that he was her daughter's boyfriend. They both knew it wasn't true. That it was all Bolt's fault in the first place. Or not? Did it matter? She looked him in the eye. She's busy with the burning task of driving him crazy. Sakura knew well, that no matter how many times Bolt came, he would always be recovered in a few minutes.

And that thanks to Kami-sama ...

There would be pleasure for the whole night.

End of chapter.