Just then, a quick shadow moved from behind Boruto, lunging towards Sarada. A loud, feminine shriek was heard as the older woman tackled her. "Boruto, is MY MASTER! MINEEE!" Hinata began to aggressively target Sarada's pressure points, causing her to wince and spew a mixture of blood and saliva as she felt the numbness overcome her. Hinata's breasts flailed around from her mindless assault. She was merciless to Sarada, as Boruto was to her. Her chakra had been restored from her stay at the hospital, and her rejuvenation has made her far outmatch the poor chunin. Sarada small frame slowly began to give out, her chakra having been locked and body succumbing to the hits.

"Mom, NO!"

With a thud, Hinata fell to the floor. Boruto rushed over to Sarada, her body battered and bruised by the older woman. The Uchiha girl bled from her mouth, eyes barely open as she coughed up more and more blood.

"Fuck! This wasn't part of the plan! This wasn't part of the fucking planning! Idiot!" Boruto, in too much shock at the turn of events to notice his mark beginning to flare up, embraced his dying teammate.

Boruto... You don't have time to worry about this whore! Your mission is not finished yet, you can't be wasting time when we are so close to winning!

The voice in Boruto's head echoed violently. His curse mark began to sting, burning and causing him to cover his eye.

"Boru...Borut-..." Sarada waved her hand outward, trying to grab his shoulder. The criminal, in the middle of fighting his literal 'internal demons', felt a soft palm cling to his hand gripping the pain. "You can... You... can fight... It..."

Face to face, the two laid in the hallway, silent for what felt like an eternity. His curse began to lighten. He could feel something within him lighten. For once, the Uzumaki boy was starting to have doubts of going through with the mission.

No... NO!

Suddenly, without control, Boruto's hand pierced through the chest of the fallen teen.

Sarada's Sharingan opened widely, before dissipating, with then her eyes shutting.

"NOOOO!" Boruto screamed. His roar echoed in the laboratory halls, him dropping the body as he looked at his hands. He stared at his bloodied fingers, his right arm bathed in a thick red having lunged itself through Sarada. He had yet to kill a person in this prophetic quest he had been on, and the first person that was killed was the one he deep-down had loved.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Boruto slammed the floor, cracking it with his fists. "I never meant to hurt her! I never meant to hurt anyone! Why would I-" His eyes soon glazed over; subliminal images of his father and his absent nature flooded his mind. It's HIS fault, Boruto. She died because of HIM. A voice, long gone from his mind, was compelling. Controlling him.

Boruto shut his eyes, fighting this invader of the soul for the first time in a long while. 'His' inner monologue attacked his mind, and Boruto grit his teeth, knowing something was wrong with him and was trying to control him.

"I hate my father. But this.. This can't be his fault! What is wrong with me!"

Boruto began to shake his head back and forth, gripping his head. His chakra began to awaken, his latent power from Momoshiki's curse corrupting and pouring outwardly. The chakra he had absorbed bubbled out, as the fate of this timeline, rested on him defeating someone that claimed to be him, but wasn't him.

The mind shifted itself from hatred towards Naruto, to the lusciousness that was Hinata. You're right... It's not completely your father's fault... Boruto's mind echoed, as he recalled a faint memory of himself atop his mother, before she was under his absolute control. Before he corrupted her. Boruto watched as he plunged himself into his mother's resisting walls, her tears covering her body as he refused to stop raping her. Hinata's fist beat upon his hardened chest, just as he began to squeeze away at her plump chest. You're a monster, Boruto Uzumaki... Boruto watched as he dug deeper into his mommy's hole, and how he suckled away at her teets hungrily. He attacked her like a feral fox, ravaging her and plundering her like a pirate. The one piece to this puzzle was to steal Naruto's wife, to steal his mommy away from his dad. You're a monster.. You have always been... a monster Boruto had to cum inside, to prove he was willing to do anything, to do anyone, if it meant getting what he wanted.

You... Boruto Uzumaki... Are no hero of this village... You are its destroyer... Finish our mission!

Boruto's body writhed in pain, fighting for control from this spirit within him, lecturing him and seemingly corrupting him.

"BORUTOOOO!" Hinata's voice echoed, her baby having unrelentingly spewed his future offspring deeply inside his mother. Her body wobbled and bobbed on his cock helplessly, haplessly being impregnated by her own boy's semen without a chance to strike back due to being inflicted by a lingering curse. The teen cried in pain, recounting the countless times he ejaculated inside Hinata, and the countless poundings to Hanabi, his own Aunt whom cared for him. Every last drop poured down the wombs or throat, as a means of domination. He needed to cum inside them... Right? Their bellies needed proof HE was there; HE was showing Naruto who was the man of the house! It was to hurt Dad!

But he wasn't just hurting his dad. Dad wasn't the only Uzumaki. Himawari, his baby sister, she hasn't seen her mother since Boruto gave their mother a new baby sister.

Suddenly, images from the collective chakra pool showed the same actions done to other mothers of the Hidden Leaf, wherein the same sort of D-rank missions had been performed under his command. Visions of Temari plastered in a thick blanket of Shikadai's sperm clouded his mind, before more depicted other boys doing so to their own mothers under Momoshiki's corruption. Hole after hole. Creampie after creampie.

Boruto was now partially conscious of his own crimes, aware he was no protagonist like his heroic father years before. He was a cheap knock-off, a fraud. He couldn't beat the allegations of being worse than his father. His tears fell, but he did not huff. Boruto Uzumaki, son and master of Hinata, got up, broken. He had become corrupted, somehow, some time ago, and walked towards the sealed, shelled artifact he was told of in his dreams... Dreams that told him all those days of watching his cum-filled Aunt and Mom beg for sexual mercy and to be set free would be all worth it. He left Sarada's body on the ground, liquid welling in the eyes as he accepted his role as the villain, his hunger for his infinite dream having consumed him too much to be redeemable; too much to redeem anyone else he seemingly influenced to 'behave' the same way towards their own mothers...

Boruto, you started the end of this planet... You must now end it... Secure my victory!

A kunai whizzes by from the side. Boruto, with his reflexes still in tact, subconsciously dodges the thrown weapon as it attempted to puncture his throat. Before the kunai stuck itself to a wall, the air around the dagger began to morph and deform, and a familiar hand popped out, with a ball of electricity in tow.

Not a single word was said by the last Uchiha as he lunged towards his intended target. It was clear that he was here to stop his daughter from doing anything stupid; and Sasuke made the mistake of letting Sarada attempt Naruto's technique of talking things out.

Boruto swerved left and right, dodging electric jabs that would cleanly penetrate his chest and rupture his heart.

T he young Chunin knew one thing: this was a death battle he was not capable of winning.

"Sasuke-sensei," Boruto said, huffing as he dashed off the wall before it sparked due to impact with Sasuke's chidori. "I am sorry for what happened to Sarada! It wasn't-"

Boruto rolled back, narrowly dodging a lethal hit.

"part of my plan! She wasn't supposed to be here!"

Sasuke, fueled by vengeance for both his best friend's cuckoldry and the death of his only child, saw nothing but red as his Rinnegan flared to warp sharp objects at the jugular.

The turtle was in arm's reach, but Boruto knew that Sasuke (if he somehow did not manage to kill him then and there) would be able to follow him through time, and hunt him through his time slip. Taking a risk, Boruto swiftly launched a vanishing rasengan, forcing Sasuke to distract himself from the assault for a second to avoid the counterattack. Taking the distraction as an opportunity to escape, Boruto grabbed the ancient artifact in a sprint that left his knees weak, palms sweaty with how close he was.

"Turtle, take my stupid chakra and get me OUT!"

Boruto snapped, shaking the thing. "Woah, woah, woah, easy there! You don't look like any Otsutsuki member I've seen before, but it seems you pass, somehow..." Sasuke, having dealt with the sneak attack, readied his blade. "Otsutsuki? I'm a Hyuuga! Well, my last name is technically Uzumaki but I mean- whatever, I don't have time for this!"

Boruto's senses made him aware that Sasuke was lunging at him, and he had no time to evade.

"Shit..."

Boruto, preparing to face death for his crimes leading up to this moment, closed his eyes, hearing the slicing of flesh.

Except, it wasn't his.

His eyes opened, having not been penetrated by the Kusanagi. Looking back, he could see his mother; her majestic body a shield to the blow.

"Mom!" Boruto yelled aloud.

Sasuke, who at this point had been nothing but resolute, wavered seeing he had just fatally wounded his friend's wife. "Boru...to..." Sasuke pulled the blade out of Hinata's body, causing her to collapse as her wound bled.

I-can't-hesitate!

Using this unexpected martyrdom to fulfill the mission, Boruto passed his chakra, and whispered to the turtle his destination.

Karasuki, unbiased towards any depositions, accepted this wish and began the warp with a blue glow.

Sasuke, seeing the worldly threat escaping, dashed forward in pursuit. However, before he could pass his unintended casualty, an undying grip clutched at his cloak, stopping the last of the Uchiha.

"Hinata, you idiot! He's going to destroy us!

Hinata smiled with a bloody smirk, eyes whitening more than they usually were. "Sasuke, my baby has destroyed me more way than you could ever imagine." Hinata, though at the brink of death, could feel her brutalized pussy lips quiver, "One man's destruction, is another woman's saving." With that, Hinata pulled Sasuke down to the floor, before taking her final breath within this accursed timeline. The last hope in stopping the accursed child from rewriting history, laid still as the limp woman —the very woman who had been defiled and ruined by the motherfucker— collapsed to the ground: lifeless.

Sasuke was speechless upon the laboratory's tiled floor, stared wide-eyed as the smashed walls around him began to dissolve into dust. He had the strength to stop him, one of the very few who could be able to both track him down AND stop his revisionist history. And now, he could see this timeline was not meant to be anymore.

The bastard won... That motherfucker actually won...

Sasuke took one final breath, closing his eyes as slow tears fell down. He couldn't avenge Naruto, he was not returning home to Sakura, and he was lastly not able to protect Sarada. With the world's collapse approaching him, Sasuke Uchiha had but one solace in this final hour...

He would soon be greeting Boruto in hell.