Author note: I want to thank all the compliments I received over the first chapter introduction. I probably should've uploaded this sooner, but life always seems to have the habit of getting things postponed. Regardless I want to reaffirm that there will be significant lemons from this point forward in stark contrast to the opening chapter, which served as an introduction. I fully intended this work to be a lemoncentric fanfic, and don't fault for those that choose to offload from this point on. The introduction had a lighter tone for the purpose of getting people properly oriented in the characters (or at least the way I will portray them), with the meat of the work following now. That said I hope those of you allured by the rather implicating synopsis, will find the following chapter delivering on that premise. This is my final warning to anyone who does not wish to continue forward lemons ahead; I repeat lemons ahead.
Chapter two
Boruto:
"Cut it out!" I yell at my old rival tugging up my swim trunks. "Boruto you dope! You could be seriously hurt we should have mom take a look at it." Sarada asked me to go with her back into the house. Aside from feeling every sudden motion shoot a thunderbolt of pain from my crotch to my stomach, the idea of having something this embarrassing turned into a medical emergency was just too great. "I said I was fine! I just need to rest for a moment, and I'll be as good as n-" I try one last attempt to shoo her away when a poke at my back stops me mid sentence. A chill creeps right down my back as if my gut instinct knew what was coming.
"So what seems to be the problem you two?" Sakura Uchiha asked that slight grin giving me all sorts of bad vibes. "Boruto is hurt... uhmm..." Sarada seemed to struggle to single out where she had hit me in a small relief, or at least I had hoped it would have been. "I see... Well Boruto you're in luck as there is a skilled medical Kunoichi right here!" Sakura reached down to give her daughter a slight pat on the head.
"Wah?!" I heard my call echo from Sarada's own astonishment at what her mother had said. "Not to worry Boruto, I've trained Sarada myself. And this would be an excellent opportunity to practice her medical ninjustsu." Sakura answered back as if I were the most natural conclusion in the world. "N-n-n-n-no way there's no way in h-" I immediately voice my refusal my mother's verbal tick surfacing as I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "That.. erhm..." Sarada seemed as intent to weasel her way out of this as I was.
"Sarada, I have complete confidence in our training I know you're medical ninjutsu is up to the task. You're ready for this!" Sakura cuts her off pulling her into a hug. For a split second I almost justified Sakura as just wanting to improve Sarada's confidence in her training as a slightly odd, but still normal move. However, once Sarada seemingly wavered into her embrace from over her daughter's shoulder Sakura caught my eye giving me the a smirk that nearly made me leap on the spot. There is definitely ain't close to normal, not within a fucking light year! My mouth gapes.
"Alright, Boruto off with the trunks!" Sarada demands turning around with one of her cockier grins. Eh...? I draw a blank unable to think of how even to respond to that. "That's my little prodigy! A medic never runs from any injury!" Sakura praises egging her on. "Hai!" Sarada rogers back completely switched into more determined moods. Just looking at her eyes I could see the conviction she put into any test. "Wait, no Sarada stop!" I yelp out as she suddenly began tugging on my trunks. It's just a rouse, can't you see that?! I complain at how easily Sarada can get wrapped up in a 'challenge', not that I was particularly better in that regard. But there are limits! I insult her in my head.
I try one last time to distance myself when a tearing noise make my eyes spring open. "D-erh t-the-there's no way that..." I babble utterly besides myself as I feel everything slow down around me. We all stand in silence with me completely petrified in the realization of what just happened. "Whew, you Uzumakis grow quick don't you." Sakura whistled. I would normally have volumes to say to her after leading things to this, but all my attention was now focused on the girl I had probably known since I was born before me. I half expected to be hit again gleefully looking forward to being knocked out through the pain as to end the suffering I was facing now. Sarada holds her previous blank expression for a solid minute when she adjusted her glasses giving me a glance. "Don't worry I got this!" She smirked up at me. She completely fell for it! I scream internally in utter amazement. A whole swirling storm of thoughts rush through my head wondering if it be the lack of friends, her over zealous dedication to studying frying her head, or just the lack of street smarts to read social situations she may have gotten from her father as the root cause of it all. It's over... my life is over... I kiss goodbye any dignity I once had as my heart sinks to my stomach.
Sarada:
It takes me a moment to realize how long I had blanked out. It wasn't that it was shocking to me as I had already seen it in diagrams my mom showed me when I was studying medical ninjutsu, and I had actually seen Bourot's thing before as a kid. I guess I was just surprise that it got like this; I didn't know that it changed sizes. It's kinda like... a cucumber... I end up staring at it for a while longer. Finally coming to my senses I reassure Boruto that I knew what I was doing just like my mother told me to do to ease a patients anxiety. Boruto seemed to slump into himself as the blood fled from his face. It was the most pathetic look I've ever seen on him. D-did I really hurt him that bad? I start to feel a pang of guilt for my reckless mistake.
Alright, Sarada you've only trained on fish until now, but mom said you could do it! My inner self gives me one last push of confidence. Chakra begins to form at the end of my palms slowly engulfing my hands in a green hue. It takes me longer than I'd like to reach at Boruto's thing feeling a second wave of nervousness. The texture was completely different than I thought; it looked like one of Dad's snakes so I thought it would be cool and rigid. Instead, I felt my hand sink into a hot squishy clump of flesh. I nearly freak out at the sensation, but a grunt by Boruto breaks me out of my thoughts. His pained expression reminded me that he was hurt. C'mon Sarada stop overthinking this it's just a boy... no it's not even a boy it's just Boruto, yeah just Boruto. This is nothing. I convince myself to look directly at what I was doing. I could feel from the way my Chakra was sinking into him how he was hurt. Medical ninjutsu helps determine the extent of the damage so the user knows how to fix it. I quickly locate several broken capillaries forming the bruises on his 'sack'.
Despite my renewed focus I couldn't help to just gawk at how different a boy really was down there. I always knew it from my books, but I never really internalized it. His scrotum was soft and squishy, but held two large lumps. They were quite heavy as I found out every time I had to lift them to massage a different area. It didn't seem like there was much damage I could tell to his internal structures. Alright it's working! I give out a slight grin at my first successful use of the jutsu on a person. Looking back up at Boruto I notice that his pained expression seems to recede.
"That's great Sarada, now finish the rest." My mom complimented me again. Mom was always pretty supportive of me even if it could be a little embarrassing at times. With the lower part complete I moved on to the rest. It felt different to the first part, it wasn't as squishy and seemed entirely made out of blood vessels. It looked like it was going to be much easier to fix although it was a bit difficult to cover the whole thing in the radius of my palm. "Show some dexterity. If you can't cover it just by placing your hands on it, try massaging the afflicted area. This is using two different methods at once." My mom recommended. "Hai!" I roger back instantly starting to rub along Boruto's thing. I managed to build up a rhythm quickly managing to cover his length by alternating hands as they run into one another.
Just as I thought I was about to wrap up healing Boruto's injuries I notice him grip the sides of trunks balling his hands, I look up at him noticing how his eyes were now closed as his facial expression stiffened with clenched teeth. I-is he hurting again? I wonder a little concerned if I messed up my jutsu.
Boruto:
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sarada's hand ran down against my shaft the warmth of her chakra penetrating deep. My crotch long since stopped hurting, but I had a bigger problem now.
I thought I would be able to shake it off with just some focus. However, instead of the rough, clumsy, and brutish hands I'd expect from Sarada, her hands were very smooth, and she handled my junk with care. I was kind of glad the pain was gone once I could swallow the overwhelming sense of embarrassment for a second. It was all going well until auntie told her to start stroking me. Also why do you need to do it so enthusiastically?! I rage at Sarada opening my eyes to look down at her. This was by far one the biggest mistakes I made today. Looking down I saw her in that red bikini crouched down her face right by my cock, and just when I don't think things could get any worse, I glance at the concerned look in her face. It's not fair! Since when the hell did you make that face?! I almost grunted in frustration trying to hold my thoughts back.
This can't be happening there is no way that Sarada is going to make me... fuck, no, no no... I denied violently to myself what I knew was happening. I just couldn't bring myself to do anything that refuse it utterly. After all, Sarada had been my rival since we could stand up, we fought all the time, and she was the last person in the whole village I would ever consider a girl. Despite every voice in my head reminding me who she was I gaze down again my eyes drifting to her lips the thoughts of how soft they might be. I almost smack myself in the face to drive that thought out of my head only refraining because Sarada would notice.
I close my eyes, gritting my teeth, and desperately try to banish all those thoughts from my head. She's a four eyed, nerd, know it all, stuck up bitch, no femininity at all, absolutely weird, creepy loner...! I try to come up with the most revolting impression of Sarada I could conceive of. M-maybe a little cute in that swimsuit- NO! For god's sake no!
A slight sensation brings all my thoughts to a halt. My body turned stiff as ice the paralysis of fear as my heart dropped. I don't even bother to look; I know what happened. My only thoughts is why I wasn't dead that very moment. I felt a cold plastic sensation pushing down against the tip of my head, and not the one I think in. The rest of my tip seemed to sink into something very warm and softer than a pillow. After what felt like an eternity I slowly tilt my head down to see as I expected my cock smacked right into Sarada's face. Her glasses seemingly sliding off as the impact of my instant erection had knocked them out of place. My eyes were locked with Sarada's her eyes wide in a shock as powerful as mine.
She eventually backed her head away using both her hands to adjust her glasses with a clumsiness I had never seen in her before. Slowly the look of dread grew in her face. All I could do was wait for what I thought was certain death. Sarada being my executioner I imagined nothing but a pool of blood and flesh would be left of me. As she finally began to move with the slightest shift of her body I accepted my fate.
"Mom, the whole thing is inflamed what do I do?!" Sarada cries out loud enough for me to feel it reverberate on my member. Eh...? Was the only thing I could utter in my mind the certain fate of death passing by me. "Oh dear, that's quite the swelling. Keep doing what you were doing before see if you can bring down the inflammation using your ninjutsu." I heard Sakura instruct her. WHAT?! I gawk struggling to grab a hold of my senses. I nearly bit off my tongue trying to steel myself for another round of Sarada's 'massage'. It took a lot more of my self control than I'd care to admit to turn towards Sakura looking over to her with a pleading expression. H-hey this... isn't this a bit much, you can't really be letting something like this... I was answered with a small catlike smirk from the matriarch. What the hell are you up to?! How the hell does someone like Sarada not know about basic sex ed?! And why the fuck are you just standing there helping this happen?! My frustrations surface once again as a glare at Sakura. I didn't care if I was told to behave the way she wanted this was way overboard anything I signed on for.
Just as I was about to stand up and confront her about it a more pressing concern demanded my attention. There wasn't any way I could stop to think of something like what auntie might be up to if I was still fighting my instincts, which took the form of just letting myself feel the way anyone would feel from what Sarada was doing. I blink first in the stare down with Sakura as I quickly try to grab a hold of Sarada to stop her. "Alright, that's enough Sarada. You did great, but maybe we should try some ointments. Would you go grab one of the herb books from upstairs?" Sakura finally calls Sarada off freeing me mere seconds before I was over the edge. Sarada seemed to be a bit disappointed in that she didn't manage to bring down my 'swelling', but a reassuring smile from her mother raised her spirits enough for her to head into the house. We watched her enter the house closing the screen behind her.
"Tell me what that was about!" I demand from the matriarch. "What, what was about?" She dodged the question. I knew enough from the academy when someone is going to refuse to answer you with your line of questions, so I changed focus. "Why doesn't Sarada know... well about... you know." Even though something much more embarrassing had already happened I was still to embarrassed to say it to my childhood friend's mother. "Well, I hadn't had much time to go over it with her yet, but she never seemed to show much interest when I tried to start the conversation with her." She revealed her tone growing seemingly sadder as she finished. The fuck with this. Sarada is just getting manipulated at this rate! I scowled turning away finding myself angrier than I would've thought possible over it. "I'm going to tell her about it so this joke comes to an end." I declare walking away.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Sakura asks me as I reach the screen door. "Why wouldn't I tell my friend when she is being manipulated!" I shot back seeing no reason to cover up my anger towards her. "First off you have to believe me I would never do anything I felt was bad for my daughter; I have me reasons and second... I don't think you want to do that." She chirped. "And why the hell not?!" I threw my arm at the air extending it to my side before turning back around. I nearly opened the door when auntie began to talk again. "You could, but then you'd have to explain that raging stiffy you got there." She mocked causing me to grind to a halt. I would have to... The very thought of telling Sarada that she got me like that made my blood run cold. "...I... It's stil not an excuse to-" I try to think aloud of how I might avoid talking to Sarada about my reaction. "And we'd have to bring your parents into it too... I mean I would probably get an earful, but the only part that really goes against me is letting someone as inexperienced as Sarada tend to you. If it wasn't her, it would've just been me treating your injury. Even then she was under my direct supervision conducting a basic medical treatment. On the other hand you chose to get an erection from Sarada's basic treatment." She brought out her excuse to my parents. At that point I began to tremble as I sensed myself about to be cornered.
"In fact, that might be something to raise with your parents since I don't recall ever hearing them give you the talk. My, my, what a interesting conversation that will be hearing how their sweet innocent boy popped a massive stiffie as his good friend just tried to give him some aid. Aw, the face your mother would make hearing something like that... Not to mention the whole thing would probably earn you a private session with the Hokage as you share a little father-son chat on the birds and the bees. But I guess you're right we should probably tell her." Sakura paints what by far was the most horrific image I had ever imagined should my parents find out about today. "Ah there she is now, Sarada!" The Uchiha matriarch calls out to her daughter on the other side of the screen door practically making me jump out of my skin. Bouncing back from the door. Opening and walking through it, Sarada entered back into the backyard.
"Ah Sarada, Boruto and I were just talking about you." Sakura shot me a smile that pierced right through me. "W-wait we can talk about..." I shake my hands in front of me trying to stop her from telling Sarada earning my a tilted head brow raise from my childhood friend. "What were you saying..." Sarada asked more like a threat as she locked eyes with me. "Oh, Boruto was just saying how you were great, and he'd love for you to take care of him again." Sakura giggled passing us by and going inside. "Hah! I told you I was great!" Sarada smirked broadly her anger turning into confidence as I could start to see some of my dad's negative influence on her by that boastful attitude as she handed her mother the herbal book.
"Well, I'll see what I can cook up with this book. In the meantime you two should take a shower no sense staying in your swimwear." She proposed as the first normal thing I recall her saying all day. "Alright, I'm going first. The sooner I can get out of this swimsuit, the better." She replied back starting to make her way upstairs to the bathroom. "Aw, but I think it looks great on you." Sakura rejected her daughter's opinion on it. "It feels awkward... everything is held up by threads..." Sarada groaned back showing her disgust at the design. "What am I going to do with you... Either way take Boruto in with you." Sakura orders causing my jaw to hit the floor at the absurdity of it. Oi! The freaky pool torture was one thing, what the fuck do you mean 'take him with you'?! I shoot a glance at Sarada who also seemed a little more than uncomfortable at the proposal. "What's wrong?" The Uchiha matriarch asks noticing the delay in her daughter's response.
"I-I'm not a kid anymore. You can't just stuff us in a bath together like when we were little..." Sarada protested in a weird insecurity that I hadn't really seen form her usual responses. Looks like even she realized there was something weird there as I silently hoped it would finally my ticket off this crazy ride. "Come now Sarada, Boruto just praised you as his medic. He's your patient, you can't let him out of your sight when his condition is still like this!" Sakura argues with the same excuse as before pointing down on me. Just who's side are you even on?! I rant at my own dick just now realizing it had erected itself sometime during the conversation. Sarada mulled on it looking between us and my thing oddly enough. "I guess it can't be helped, this is a small family and the bath isn't very big. If I hear one peep about it being cramped in there I'll send you into the next neighborhood!" Recomposing herself she warned me against insulting her bathroom. That's what you were worried about?!
"Well you heard her... up those stairs Boruto. And please don't mind the cramped space." Sakura whispered low enough for only me to hear as she pushed me towards the stairs. I stood at the base of the stairs staring over at that crazy matriarch. Even you need to see this way too far by now right? You aren't really going to make us go through with this. I bargained more to myself and whatever god would listen than auntie. A sudden tug at my arm made me turn around startled from the force. "Hurry up! How long are you going to stand there? I told you I want to get out of this swimsuit and back into my normal clothes, so move it!" Sarada ordered me up and started to pull me up the stairs.
"Stop being a big baby Boruto you two did this hundreds of times when you were younger!" Sakura belittled me with an insult as I ascended up the stairs. Sarada's focus upwards I see the Uchiha matraich mouth 'have fun'. I will get you back for this you psychotic bitch! I vow revenge for my lost dignity.
Author's note: And that brings chapter two to a close. The pace I admit is still a little slow, but it's the story I wanted to write. I hope you'll all bare with me to it's completion.