At an undisclosed location

"Sarada, you don't want to this." Boruto stood side-by-side with Hinata, their path through the laboratory being blocked by his previous team partner.

Down the dank corridor, stood the teenage shinobi that he long ago called his best friend. The one who he saw as his moral compass, his center. And here she was, trying to stop him.

"Sarada, I am telling you: step aside. You won't be able to stop me. There is nothing you can do... Don't make this difficult."

And yet, the brave young lady held her ground.

"How... How could you... How could you betray us like this, Boruto!" Sarada's fist clenched. "How could you! You traitorous bastard!" Sarada, enraged and intensely emotional, waved her hand, presenting Boruto with the kunai she had carried with her.

"We were you friend, your family! And now I see," Sarada barked, shooting forward her right arm to point a finger at the domesticated human once named Hinata. "THATis how you choose to treat your own family!? God how- how could you- Damn it, Boruto!" The teenage girl began to cry, stamping her sandals on the floor tiles.

"Why, why, why! I hate you!"

Boruto's resolve began to quiver. He looked to his left, and saw his mother was breathing heavily. Hinata had become angered at how this 'brat' was daring to challenge her master, her dear babydaddy. She began to growl and tense up her byakugan. Boruto, sensing his slave mother's chakra building, stretched his arm outwardly upon her heavy chest, as if to tell her to stand down. He really had turned his mother into nothing but an incestuous, cock-thirsty lapdog.

The boy stood infront of his mother, not wanting her to attack the one he considered his closest companion: his moral center. Sarada, intimidated by Hinata's displays of violence and wary of being potentially enslaved just as that rabid woman had become, dug out a kunai from her utility belt. Her eyes became glazed in a crimson, her sharingan readied to do whatever she could to prevent her ex-teammate from attaining whatever he was planning to grab inside this facility.

Here, at the end of the road, Boruto had to face his toughest challenge.

Guilt.

At the gates of Konoha Academy

"Kakashi-sensei! Kakashi-sensei!"

"It's chaos! It's absolutely insane!" Konohamaru gripped his scarf, him feeling a phantom choking around his neck. "Over a hundred of the recent male chunin and genin have been cursed with the Otsustuki mark, with there being countless women being held hostage inside of there. Their screams, oh the screams of those poor women... It's so cruel! " He took a second to gasp, clearly exhausted from some fighting he had partook in. "We managed to take down some of them, but their curses have given them an insidious chakra boost; each and every one of them is stronger than the average ninja we had available on hand at the time." Kakashi looked around to see his fellow townsmen battered and bruised, many of whom were the husbands of those same women no doubt being mercilessly defiled and seeded; all whilst the troubling briefing was being administered.

That kid, he knew the game... He deliberately made us leave the village so that Momoshiki could freely attack the place while unguarded!

"Act quickly. It seems they have been 'extracting' the chakra of their captives. Whatever the Otsustuki had done to infect those teenagers has made them incapable of being reasoned with... The more time these bastards and monsters have to drain the energy of their own mothers, the greater the threat they will become... At this point, who knows how powerful Boruto has now become..." Not wanting to waste any crucial seconds, a plan was quickly settled upon for how to retake the building. Anbu stood ready on the front doors for the counteroffensive. He recognized that he was likely under-manned for this operation; many ninja had yet to return back to the village due to apparent tampering with communication lines, leaving the whereabouts of some teams, such as Sai's squadron, being unknown.

Kakashi motioned a gesture to Konohamaru, signaling confidence and bravery towards the younger man. Standing right outside the imposing entranceway, Kakashi looked up at the words plaqued to honor the shinobi way. "You men go home and rest up," Kakashi said, not turning to face his audience of hopeless fathers. "Be assured that this will be settled by tonight."

Meanwhile...

"Inojin," Metal said, saluting his superior in the Hokage's office. The windows had been covered, as to conceal the young boys' main base of operations. "Kakashi-sensei's team has reached the school. They look to be planning on entering the building. What is that we should do?" Inojin did not look back at Metal, and was panting heavily. Sounds of flesh slapping and sloshing against flesh was apparent. "Don't ask me... Ask Shikadai next d-d-door. He's the s-s-smart... Oneee... I'm... I'm Bu-Bu-B..." Knowing what was to cum, Metal went off to find Shikadai and report the news, giving Inojin some time alone to finish the deed. Inojin tugged on his dripping mother's waist, causing her body to helplessly rock upon the mahogany desk as he began splurge. Pens and paper were flung about the floor, some dampened from the sweat and other bodily fluids that had spilled out of Ino and her son. The blonde's breasts were hypnotizing to her baby, making him transfixed and had him be so for what had to have been an eternity. He suckled on them sweetly, causing his cumming flow to be even heavier and thicker.

"BUSY!!" Inojin roared, creaming his mom's babymaking tunnel. Her vagina, which had turned a vibrant pink from constant abrasion from the cock burying itself over and over into it, was pooling even more with excess baby batter. Her inner thighs were splattered with the stuff, being sticky from all 'determination' held within Inojin. Her little feet, which were dangling off of her outstretched legs, curled and stiffened. Her eyes, glazed over and wet with tears, rolled from the stream of pleasure and pressure from streams of potent sperm reentering her. She had been afflicted with the Domesticating Aroma Art justu, so as was instructed by Boruto in how to subdue one's target. Her willpower had been literally sucked out of her, her ability to fight back the pummeling and inbreeding was lost when Inojin utilized the techniques gifted by his Momoshiki curse to absorb her chakra. Inojin was kind enough to remedy her by using her stolen healing chakra to continually restore her pussy to an injectable condition.

The boy gasped, recollecting his bearings after collecting the cum still in his body and planting it into his creator's womb once more. By the time his orgasm subsided, the son of Rock Lee had returned, having came back after telling Shikadai everything. "Shikadai said to find whoever was not 'pre-occupied' to get ready for another fight. He wants at least 30 of us guarding each major hall." Inojin huffed and huffed, vaguely registering what was told to him. "Got it. Make sure all those who are fighting take whatever chakra they need from our reserve women."

"We need to give them a lengthy battle," Inojin looked over to his barely-there mother, who had curled herself into fetal position out of shame. He gave her blanketed crotch a nice grip, then placed a tender kiss onto his lover's lips. Ino cowardly kissed back, crying as she recognized her body was losing the battle with the effects from the erotic genjutsu. Saliva between the two trailed off as Inojin backed away, permitting his mother to take a breather and rest for her cooperation in the raping. "Whether we win or lose it does not matter. So long as they don't know Boruto's real mission, and so long as he succeeds... That's all that matters. Momoshiki promised us we will be rewarded for our efforts." Inojin took a pause, excited at the prospects of what his corruptor had promised. "I know we agreed on no killing, but Metal, grab some of the men here and have our fighters take their chakra. We cannot afford to lose when we're so close to the climax of our mission."

With a salute, Metal used his strength to pick up Sai and Shino, who had failed to take down the incestuous army, for chakra absorption. "I'll be with everyone in a sec, I just need, uh, one more quick power-up session to be ready to take on a Hokage." Metal, with his unwavering conviction to the cause, had to rebuke. "Shikadai told me to remind you that it was now his turn in the Hokage office." "Oh god damn it!" Inojin said aloud as Metal ran out of the room. Ino, though barely functioning or awake, breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was spared another dicking until she potentially gets saved by Lord Sixth and his crew. She was glad her throat was mostly intact, as for the most part her baby boy only seemed to want to have siblings and to paint her insides white.

Ino knew Temari was going to have a rough time ahead of her, though. All that strategization by Shikadai probably made him in dire need of some stress relief.