Chapter 4: Handjob from Sakura~

"So, how's your grade in school, Boruto?" Sakura asked while taking a bite of her food. It was typical Japanese food. Rice and fish with some soup to wash everything down.

"Oh, well. I managed to beat Sarada, the number 1 student. I think I am doing good," Sarada gained a tick mark on her forehead as she bit into her fish angrily.

"This was only a race, Baka! In a real fight, I'd win!" Sarada said with annoyance. Boruto sighed as he shook his head. He knew someone who said the same thing. He was cut in half.

Sakura watched the two with a smile on her face. Her cheeks turned red since she could not help but notice how close Boruto was sitting to her.

Suddenly, Sakura felt a tingle in her pussy as she started smelling a sweet smell from Boruto. Her eyes turned pink, and her hands shook for a second.

[Ding!]

[New Quest!]

[Receive a handjob from Sakura under the table! Without Sarada noticing anything unusual.]

[Reward: All stats increased by one rank. Gain the skill Rasengan.]

Boruto smirked before his left hand went under the table. Sarada did not notice as he was focused on eating and countering Boruto's talk. Sakura noticed, and her stomach tingled.

Sakura watched with her heart beating loudly. Bourto's hand neared her thighs, and finally, his palm landed on her tight-white pants. Boruto resisted the urge to whistle.

Her thighs were enchanting, tight and soft at the same time. Sakura almost moaned from the feeling of Boruto's hot palm resting on her thighs, her pants near her pussy turned damp and dark.

Boruto pulled Sakura's hand onto his lap. Boruto made sure that Sarada, sitting across the other side of the table, did not notice. Sakura opened her eyes wide, but she resisted a moan as her palm landed on Boruto's hot and long cock.

gulp* 

"Oh... Boruto, what are you doing? This isn't appropriate..." Sakura whispered under her breath. She was sure her daughter did not notice; she used chakra to hide her voice.

Beneath the table, Sakura's fingers curled around the hard length of Boruto's erection through his pants. Her pulse raced at the intimate contact, a thrill coursing through her body. Despite her words, she didn't pull away.

'It's just so big... I've never felt anything like it before.' *She bit her lip, her gaze flicking nervously towards Sarada.* 'I should stop, this isn't right...' Sakura thought, though her hand had another idea.

But even as she said it, Sakura's hand began to gently stroke Boruto's cock through the fabric, marvelling at its size and heat. A soft moan escaped her throat, muffled by her attempt to be quiet.

A shiver ran down Sakura's spine at Boruto's whispered words and the sensual pressure of his fingers against her sensitive skin. Her breathing quickened, and she bit back a moan.

Boruto smirked confidently, enjoying the sensation of Sakura's hand stroking his cock beneath the table. He leaned in closer, whispering huskily in her ear.

"Oh, don't worry about Sarada. She's too busy eating to pay attention to us."

Boruto subtly shifted his hips, pressing his hardening length against Sakura's palm. His hands found their way to her thighs, squeezing them reassuringly as if to say, 'Relax, I've got this under control.'

"Besides," he continued, his warm breath tickling her neck, "it's not every day I get to enjoy a handjob from such a beautiful and skilled kunoichi like yourself."

Boruto's fingers danced up Sakura's inner thigh, teasing the hem of her pants.

"A-Ah, Boruto... We really shouldn't..."

Despite her protests, Sakura's hand moved with renewed enthusiasm, rubbing and stroking Boruto's straining cock through his pants. Her own panties grew damp with arousal, the heat between her legs intensifying.

As Boruto's fingers teased the edge of her pants, Sakura's resolve crumbled. With a trembling hand, she reached down and slowly tugged the fabric aside, exposing her slick folds to the cool air of the restaurant. Her clit throbbed with need, and she ached to have Boruto's fingers inside her.

"Please, Boruto... Touch me," Sakura moaned, making sure to cast a genjutsu over both her and Boruto. She did not want Sarada to see this.

With a low groan, Boruto slipped a finger into Sakura's dripping slit, revelling in the velvety warmth that enveloped him. He pumped his digit slowly, savouring the way her walls clenched around him.

"Mmm, you're so wet already, Sakura-Chan," Boruto murmured, adding a second finger to scissors and stretching her delicate flesh. "It's like you've been craving this for 12 years."

Boruto's thumb found her swollen clit, circling the sensitive nub with deliberate slowness. He could feel Sakura's hips bucking against his hand, her moans growing louder despite her attempts to remain quiet.

"That's it, let go," he urged, pumping his fingers deeper and faster. "Jerk me off right here and now. Then maybe I will continue this another day with even naughtier actions."

Sakura gasped sharply as Boruto's fingers delved deeper, curling and thrusting within her. Her hips rocked in time with his movements, seeking more friction, more pleasure. The stimulation was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the brink.

"Ahh... B-Boruto, yes! Don't stop!" She panted, her grip tightening on his straining cock. Sakura's strokes became more urgent, matching the rhythm of Boruto's fingers plunging into her core.

The combination of sensations – Boruto's thick digits filling her, his thumb coaxing her clit, and her own hand working his rigid shaft – sent Sakura spiralling towards the climax. Her thighs quivered, and her juices flowed freely, coating Boruto's fingers.

"I'm... I'm going to cum!" Sakura warned Boruto, her voice strained with ecstasy.

With a final, desperate squeeze of Boruto's cock, Sakura's orgasm crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, rippling and fluttering as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her body. A high-pitched moan tore from her throat, barely audible above the din of the restaurant.

"B-Boruto... Ahhh... So good!"

Through the haze of her climax, Sakura felt Boruto's cock twitch and throb in her grasp, signalling his own impending release. She stroked him furiously, determined to bring him to completion alongside her.

"Cum for me, Boruto! Let it happen right here, right now!" She urged, her voice raw with passion.

Boruto's cock pulsed violently in Sakura's hand as he reached his peak, his hot seed erupting in powerful spurts. Sakura milked him through the climax, savouring the warmth and texture of his release.

"Mmmph... That's it, Boruto... Give it all to me," she cooed, continuing to stroke him until he was spent. As the aftershocks subsided, Sakura withdrew her hand, bringing it to her lips to taste the essence of their forbidden encounter.

Beneath the table, Boruto's satisfied smirk faded as reality set in. They had just engaged in a highly inappropriate act in public, and Sarada could potentially discover what transpired. He glanced at Sakura, gauging her reaction.

"Well, that was fun," Boruto said with a smirk. Sakura glanced at him and, with a smirk, ate and licked the cum staining her hand. After finishing all the cum, she undid the genjutsu.

"Hmm? What is this smell?" Sarada asked as she looked up from her food. She smelled something under the table.

"Nothing, maybe the air had something in it today," Boruto said with a smirk as he zipped his pants up. Sarada looked at him with a weird face, noticing his flushed cheeks.

"Whatever..." Sarada said as she went back to eating. Sarada did not know why Boruto and Sakura were so close and weird, but she would find out no matter what.

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