Just as I promised, The Lemon Farmer presents to you a bountiful harvest: Boruto x Sarada.

The next chapter will go back to the house party, and I'll try to go over the reviews I've gotten in the bottom where the author's notes are.

Okay, without further adieu, please enjoy!

Sitting down on the bottom edge of the mattress in her somewhat damp swimsuit, Sarada stared through the eye-lenses of her glasses at the flatscreen television that Boruto had mounted on the wall. With a controller in her hands, Sarada was subtly more focused on staring at all the facial expressions Boruto was making as he stared intently at the screen.

Mashing the buttons with his thumbs while aggressively flicking the analog stick, Boruto was biting down on his bottom lip and glaring while Sarada was casually beating him in a game of Street Fighter. "Dammit…! I knew I shouldn't have picked Ken…!" Boruto muttered bitterly beneath his breath, and continued to make involuntary grunts and deep breaths that Sarada listened to with her cheeks becoming reddened.

Other than Boruto making borderline sexual noises without him noticing it, both teenagers were quiet for the most part, with the only audible thing in the room being the clatter of their controllers and of course the sounds coming from the game itself. It wasn't long until Sarada had won for the fifth time in a row, which was finally all it took for her to get Boruto frustrated enough to rage quit.

"… Screw this crap; I'm done playing this game," Boruto muttered with a frown on his face, and had to resist the urge to throw his controller out of the window. Luckily for his personal property, Sarada was able to calmly vex the video game controller out of his hands before she got up to place both of them on the dress below where the television was mounted on the wall.

"Try not to be upset, Boruto— it's just a video game," Sarada said with her usual stoic voice, while calmly using Boruto's controller to put on Pandora to play her favorite hip-hop station, before setting it down once again.

"Ugh, you don't get it, Sarada! How can I make video games if I suck at them?! That's like making ninja tools and not knowing how to use them— it's a total oxymoron!" Boruto complained with an exasperated look on his face, before sighing dramatically and flopping down with his back against the mattress.

Unphased by Boruto unleashes his woes aloud, Sarada sat down at the edge of the bed with her hips pressing up against his, before eloquently laying down so she was beside him. "… Not only do I think that you're not using 'oxymoron' correctly to describe, but I don't think you have to be good at playing video games to run a company that sells them, that's not how it works."

"Pffttt… Easy for you to say: your parents are hella supportive of you wanting to be a lawyer, or whatever," Boruto said while rolling his eyes, as he leaned up for a moment to slid his hands beneath his head. "You're getting into a reliable profession and all that crap, but me? I don't even think my parents believe in my dream— they're out of touch with technology, and… I don't know where I was going with that," Boruto chuckled embarrassingly, after accidentally slipping up by admitting his insecurities to Sarada.

Laying on her side while still trying to stay close to her crush's body, Sarada rested her cheek on the side of Boruto's elbows so she could stare at him while his eyes were glued to the ceiling. "The gaming industry is growing constantly. With the amount of people on Earth at the moment, and how it'll only grow more now that there's no war between the five lands. If anything, the gaming industry is only going to get more lucrative as time goes on— so there's success in your future if that's what you really want to do in your life, Boruto."

"Tch, again, easy for you to say— you're smart, and you can study like it's nothing… Me? I find that crap to be boring as hell… Which sucks, because I know that I'll have to do a bunch of college crap if I ever want to run my own company," Boruto admitted with a frustrated sigh coming out of his lips. "I know I sound whiny as hell, sorry about that Sarada— I doubt you wanted to hang out with me to hear me bitch and moan."

Shaking her head while subtly nuzzling her cheek against his bicep, Sarada kindly smiled at Boruto as his blue eyes stared down to watch as her fingers idly tapped the side of his chest. "There's nothing wrong with being a little upset at times, Boruto. The world can seem unfair at times, and it's good that you're able to vent your frustrations out like that— you'd be surprised how often I hear from my father about how many ways police-nins use unhealthy coping mechanisms, and how often that backfires on them."

Smiling weakly at Sarada before letting out a relaxed sigh, Boruto closed his eyelids once more and chuckled softly while flashing a toothy grin. "Tch, you're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?" Boruto asked somewhat sarcastically, before shaking his head and frowning a bit. "… I appreciate you being a good friend and hearing me vent, and all that crap. I know what you're gonna say already, but… I feel pathetic when I talk about my feelings, so… Again, sorry if I'm bumming you out right now."

Shaking her head, Sarada let out a quiet and dry laugh while still smiling gently at Boruto. "You could never bum me out. I want to see you live your dream out, Boruto, and even if your parents can't see you achieving whatever dream you want to pursue, just know that I'll be there with you each step of the way."

"Hehe, yeah, that's cool for future me, but like… Thank you, again, for being an amazing person Sarada, and a helluva good friend to me, but… I don't really wanna think about this crap right now— I hate 'chick-flick' moments," Boruto said with a disgruntled expression on his face, as his smile once again became an angsty frown.

Seeing her chance to spring her plan into action fading away, while also having an idea on how to best capitalize on Boruto clearly wanting to change the subject, Sarada scooted even closer until her flat chest was pressing up against the side of the blond teen's body. "… You know, if you're wanting to distract yourself from becoming overwhelmed with the future, I think I have something in mind that you and I could do to… Lighten the mood."

Feeling Sarada's head resting on his shoulder while trying to seductively brush her fingers up-and-down his abdomen and chest, Boruto instantly became wide-eyed and let out a nervous gasp as his face became instantly red. "Ahhh?! S-Sarada?! Wh-What are you doing?!" Boruto stuttered out with an embarrassed look on his face, and tensed up while letting out an uneasy whimper as he felt her fingers travel further south past the waistband of his black jogging pants.

Cupping her palm over his groin and rubbing it down against the growing bulge in his pants, Sarada felt excited from the way her touch was causing Boruto to flutter and squeal. "… Boruto, we've been friends for quite some time now, haven't we?" Sarada asked with a perverted look in her eyes, as she pulled her hand up to hook her thumb underneath the waistband of Boruto's underwear and jogging pants.

Gobsmacked and thoroughly confused as to why Sarada was pulling his pants and underwear down his hips, Boruto instinctively tucked his aroused cock into his thighs while pulling his white shirt down to cover his shame. "Y-Yeah, we've been friends for a while, sure, but like— what the hell's gotten into you, Sarada?! We shouldn't be doing this crap— especially since there's a party going on right now!"

Knowing fully well just how fragile an Uzumaki's ego can be when questioned, Sarada stared up with an forcibly unimpressed look in her dark eyes as she and Boruto exchanged glances. "… What, are you scared of your mom finding out or something, Boruto? Because if that's the case, then we can do something more tame," Sarada said with a purposefully disinterested voice

In that moment, all the nervousness and uncertainty in Boruto's mind vanished, and instead was filled with determination and stubbornness that only someone from his family could fueled by that quickly. "… I'm not scared! I'm the bravest person in this house, actually! I-I was just making sure that you weren't going to regret doing this, was all!" Boruto insisted, as he flashed an overconfident smile at the amused kunoichi beside him.

Wanting to push Boruto's stubbornness even more toward her advantage, Sarada smirked playfully at her crush before asking, "Are you sure it's not because you're trying to make an excuse to not show me your penis? I read somewhere that most guys, sixty-five percent in fact, tend to be small, and that's the reason why they don't feel confident in fooling around," Sarada said, while completing pulling that static out of her metaphorical ass.

"S-SMALL?!? D-DOES THIS LOOK SMALL TO YOU, HUH?!?" Boruto shouted out louder than Sarada thought he would, as he instantly shoved her hand away from him before voluntarily pulling his underwear and pants off all the way down to his ankles, before kicking them aggressively across the bedroom.

Having no idea what to expect, nor did she think her plan was going to work in the first place, Sarada's dark eyes grew wide the moment she feasted her eyes on the seven-inch fully-erected cock that stood up between Boruto's parted thighs. "… I don't think it's small at all, Boruto, but then again… I-I haven't seen one in real life before, so I have nothing to compare it to," Sarada explained, while licking her lips as her hand hesitantly reached toward it. "… May I touch it?"

Swallowing back the lump in his throat from feeling overwhelmed with how fast everything was awkwardly escalating, Boruto's toothy grin wavered slightly as his heart raced in his chest. Pushing aside the consequences of what he was about to say next, Boruto let out a quiet sigh before nodding. "Y-Yeah! Yeah, go ahead!" Boruto said, while trying his best to sound brave as he sat up from where he was laying.

With Boruto sitting upright, Sarada momentarily sat up as well before laying down on her stomach, while resting her chin down on top of Boruto's thigh as she admired and analyzed every inch before her. "… Obviously, I've never touched one before, so other than the anatomy aspect of it, I don't know what I'm doing, so… Let me know if I'm hurting you, or being too rough, okay Boruto?"

"Uhhh… Y-Yeah, sure— will do," Boruto said with a waning bit of confidence in his voice, as he excitedly reached up to hold onto the top of Sarada's head of black hair. Trying to relax while staring intently as Sarada adjusted her red-framed glasses before finally reaching a nervous hand out to touch his shaft, Boruto flinched as the kunochi's cold thin fingers awkwardly wrapped themselves around his throbbing shaft.

"… It's so warm— it feels good," Sarada mused aloud with a calculating tone to her voice, as she secretly was beginning to feel unsure of herself as she squeezed gently on Boruto's manhood. "Does… Does that feel okay?" Sarada asked, as she didn't know exactly what to do, now that there was her crush's big dick in her hand.

"… It's alright, I guess," Boruto admitted with a frown, while secretly not feeling much of anything other than uncomfortable each time Sarada squeezed her grasp around his member. "Here… Try doing this with it," Boruto muttered, he felt his heart nearly skipping a beat as he reached down with his free hand to nervously grab Sarada's hand, before guiding it up-and-down his length.

Hearing Boruto letting out a stiffened and shaky moan that he tried masking with a sigh, Sarada quickly caught on that stroking his cock was what made him feel good. "Ah, okay… So that's what you like, huh?" Sarada spoke under her breath, while still concentrating as she started to slowly jerk her hand up-and-down Boruto's cock, before stopping after the blond boy let out a muffled cry of pain.

"Ow! That kinda hurts, Sarada…!" Boruto said in a hushed tone, while furrowing his brows at the girl who was still resting her chin on top of his thigh.

"Ah, I'm sorry Boruto— I thought you liked it when my hand was going up-and-down on it," Sarada said with an apologetic voice, as she tried thinking of what went wrong.

Shrugging his shoulders while trying to reassure Sarada by petting the top of her head, Boruto thought of what to say before figuring out what he didn't like about getting jerk off by her. "I mean, it felt really good at first, but… It's like… I think what happened was that you started to go fast, and it kind of got my privates warm in a bad way… I think it felt painful because your hand was dry, or something like that."

Figuring out what she needed to do, Sarada mused beneath her breath, "Perhaps this will help alleviate the unpleasant friction," before cupping her hand beneath her lips and spitting on her palm.

Cringing a bit from seeing Sarada getting her own saliva all over her palm, Boruto couldn't help but to ask bluntly, "Ew, what the hell are you doing, Sarada?!"

Unphased because she was more interested to see if her hypothesis would work or not to care about how rude Boruto sounded, Sarada explained aloud, "I'm going to use my spit like a lubricant, that way it shouldn't hurt when I stroke you again."

Unsure of how he felt about having his friend's spit all over his cock, Boruto was trying to think of a way to object without sounding like a wimp as he watched anxiously as Sarada reached back out to wrap her slobber-covered hand around his shaft. At first, Boruto immediately tensed up and let out a disgusted whimper as he felt Sarada's wet-hot saliva getting coated all over his shaft as she rubbed it all over his genitals, but any objections he had soon went out the window after Sarada once again started to give him a proper hand job.

Any and all objections and reservations that Boruto had faded after about ten seconds of Sarada's saliva-covered hand going up-and-down on his throbbing cock. "Oooh… Oooh, wow… Th-That actually feels really good," Boruto moaned out with a satisfied look in his blue eyes, as he grabbed a tusket of Sarada's black hair as she herself became aroused the longer she jerked him off.

"Do you like that, Boruto? Does… Does my hand feel good?" Sarada asked with a curious and aroused voice, as her heart pounded in her chest while she listened into the combined sounds of Boruto moaning and the sloppy-wet noises her hand made each time it went all the way down to his testicles.

Involuntary, Boruto started to thrust his hips against the bottom of Sarada's hand— pounding it like one would do to an orifice. Trying to regain enough of his composure to convey his answer verbally, Boruto continued to fuck Sarada's hand and licked his lips before finally gathering enough Witt to speak. "Goddamn, yeah… Ye-Yeah, Sarada— this- mmmph- fr-freakin' feels hella good…! Mmphhh~!" Boruto replied between moans, while slowly allowing himself to push the envelope by giving into temptation. "H-Hey! Wh-What if I used my thing on your thing? That way, it's- ooooh- f-fair, mmmph~?"

Keeping her hand still while Boruto continued to thrust his cock in-and-out of her tight-warm grasp, Sarada nearly choked on her own saliva at the thought of getting fucked by him. It was an extremely terrifyingly-exciting thought that made the horny teenager even more aroused, but the logical side of her outweighed the hormonal side of her brain. "… Unless you have a condom, I don't think that's a good idea, Boruto."

Filled with lust and the need to try having sex with something other than Sarada's small hand, Boruto used all his brainpower to quickly think up of a solution. "H-Hey, what if we just have you keep your bathing suit on? That's pretty much a big condom, kind of, right?" Boruto suggested, as he stopped thrusting to give Sarada a moment to consider the offer.

Trying to think of how that would work, Sarada pulled her hand away from Boruto's cock, much to his dismay, and idly lifted it up to her mouth to sniff at it before licking it to see how it would taste. "Mmmm, salty… And kind of sweet, and acidic— like an orange," Sarada muttered aloud, before using the arousal she was getting from having Bourto's precum in her mouth as fuel to ignite her careless decision. "… O-Okay! I'll just… Lay down on my stomach, and you uh… G-Get on top of me, okay?"

Excited and somewhat surprised that someone who was as reserved as Sarada actually agreed to letting him dry hump her, Boruto was thrilled as he sat up on the mattress with his knees as he watched her get into position in the middle of the bed. "Thanks Sarada! I hope this feels good for you too!" Boruto said with a thankful tone in his voice, as he straddled himself on top of the kunoichi so that the tip of his wet cock was pressing into her toned butt cheeks.

Getting pleasure alone from the fact that her beloved crush was on top of her, Sarada buried her hands into her crossed arms while raising her hips up for Boruto to get a better angle. "Okay… Okay, go… G-Go ahead— I'll let you know if it hurts," Sarada said in a quiet and excited voice, and let out a deep whimper as she felt Boruto's chest pressing down on her arched back.

Grabbing a hold of the sheets while Sarada did the same, Boruto could hear the girl beneath him moan deeply in quiet and muffled breaths, which he used to help him position his cock until he found the spot on her swimsuit's damp-and-warm crotch that the kunoichi reacted the most to. Pressing the tip of his cock against the wet fabric covering Sarada's sensitive-virgin clitoris, Boruto could feel her legs opening wide for him as he rubbed the head of his cock against it.

Hearing Sarada's muffled moans as his cock pushed the crotch area of her one-piece swimsuit inside of her snatch, Boruto put all the weight of his pelvis against her small-toned ass cheeks. Laying ontop of her, Boruto reached down and started to explore her flat breasts after sliding his hands underneath her armpit openings. "I-I always wanted to do this…" Boruto moaned out, as he groped her small boobs and rubbed her hard-nipples between his fingers, all while thrusting and grinding his throbbing-wet cock against the small piece of soft fabric that wasn't yet swallowed up by Sarada's dripping-wet pussy.

Feeling Boruto's hot breath against her bare neck while his nose was buried into the back of her black hair, Sarada clenched her jaw and started to push her hips back against his seven-inch cock— shaking her little ass against his crotch while rubbing her pussy against the underside of his cock. "Oooooh, mmmmhhh… B-Boruto…! K-Keep humping me— it feels s-so good— nghh…~!" Sarada begged with a whimper at the end of her voice, as her cries of muffled pleasure soon became lost beneath the almost submissive moans coming from her beloved's mouth against the back of her neck.

Gripping the bed sheets even tighter, Sarada started to drool profusely down the corners of her mouth as she felt Boruto's ballsack pressing up against her groin, while his throbbing cock was sandwiched between her small butt cheeks. The intimacy she felt while Boruto was lustfully exploring her developing breasts as he blindly dry humped made Sarada feel closer to him that she had ever felt, and she was loving every moment of it— so much so, that she didn't even realize that the painful pleasure she was receiving was coming from the fact that the tip of Bourto's cock had accidentally slid underneath her swimsuit bottom, and straight into her moist pussy.

"Oh d-damn, Sarada! Th-This really freakin' rocks!" Boruto said with dopamine coursing through his veins, as he gripped his hands tighter on Sarada's flat chest while jack-hammering the tip of his dick deeper into Sarada's slightly bleeding womanhood.

Even when her cherry was popped, and thus ending the virginity of her hymen, Sarada was still enjoying every second that passed while Boruto's cock buried itself deeper-and-deeper inside of her. "Wh-Whatever it is you're doing Boruto- nghhh- k-keep doing it…! K-Keep doing it, p-please~!" Sarada moaned out with tears starting to pour down the side of her cock-drunken face, as her tongue flopped out past her bottom lip and a goofy-expression came over her pleased face.

Feeling the friction of Sarada's dampened swimsuit fabric rubbing up against the left side of his shaft each time he thrust himself inside of her, Boruto let out grunts and moans that only made the kunoichi even wetter, to the point where she was involuntarily squirting all over his genitals while her musky-liquid ran down her thighs— soaking into her lover's bed sheets each time he thrusted his hips against her presented toned-rump.

With the two of them becoming less conscious of their actions, their muffled moans were growing louder to the point that they would have been surely caught by that point, had it not been for the fact that Sarada had put on hip-hop music to drown out the sounds of the bed springs squeaking while the two horny teens made love.

Breathing in her scent while both he and her were starting to work up a sweat. With how close their bodies were to one another, and how worked up they were getting as Boruto was thrusting his cock all the way inside of her deflowered pussy, the room was beginning to smell of sex and one another's musk, all while the young shinobi's balls were repeatdly slapping against the kunochi's inner thighs each time his pelvis slammed against her little musclar butt cheeks.

Drunk off euphoria and the feeling of her G-spot getting kissed by the tip of his cock each time he went balls-deep inside of her, Sarada's judgment and filter had finally disappeared, and it was then that she finally said what she had always wanted to say to her crush. "Oooohh, mmmmphhh~! I-I love you, Boruto! I-I've always loved youuuuuu-OUUUUHHH, AUWAHH~~!!!" Sarada admitted with gasping breaths, before trailing off into a high-pitch cry of raw pleasure as she finally reached her climax after confessing her love to him.

Clenching his jaw and closing his eyes shut hard, the sounds of ecstasy that Sarada was practically screaming into the room while his hands were gripping tightly on her sensitive chest was all what made Boruto's orgasm that much more pleasurable. "Nghhhh— NGHHH~~!!!" Boruto moaned with a deep-muffled cry, as he bit down on Sarada's sweaty shoulder while firing load-after-load of his white-hot sticky strands of semen deep into her womb, all while her pussy splattered its juices all over his genitals and inner thighs.

After three minutes of filling Sarada up with his seed while her snatch stained his sheets and crotch, Boruto and her were both left gasping for breath while he laid on top of her— all while his half-flaccid cock was still buried deep in her overfilled pussy. Before the two of them could make the horrifying discovery behind why their sex had felt so amazing, Boruto showed Sarada aftercare in the form of kissing the bite mark he left behind.

Still trying to catch his breath while repeatedly kissing the back of Sarada's neck, much to her pleasure, Boruto continuously kept repeating the kunochi's love confession in his head— processing whether or not he and her should be together romantically, all while being unaware of the fact that he had already sealed his fate within her ovaries.

And there we have fellas, Boruto and Sarada just sealed the deal after trying to play it safe. Gotta do more character development with our little entourage of characters, I'm going to have Boruto be the more angsty one out of him and Naruto, while making him obviously less interested in ninja shit, but he still kicks ass. He's good at fighting, he just doesn't actively pursue that because he'd rather play video games. Sarada is usually stoic like Sasuke, with the exception that she's usually more level headed then him, but reacts more aggressively and sporadically than him when she's angered.

Speaking of which… Aw shit lol, I ran out of time, I'll do the reviews next time, I promise lol.

Have a good one!