Chapter 3.

"Nothing surprising, kiddo; didn't your dad tell you not to trust a random person giving you food?" the woman replied, her voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and amusement as a chilling smile spread across her face. Her eyes sparkled with a disconcerting enthusiasm that sent a shiver down Boruto's spine. "Don't worry, we're going to shoot a short film with you and these fellas," she continued, gesturing toward the men standing nearby, their expressions unreadable.

"I'll be your camera lady today," she added, her smirk widening as she leaned in closer, her tone conspiratorial. "Filming Hokage's son sleeping with three elderly guys and making you a renowned Hokage slut." The words hung in the air, heavy with implications that made Boruto's heart race. The atmosphere felt charged with an unsettling energy, and he could sense the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. Her playful demeanor contrasted sharply with the underlying threat in her words, leaving him feeling trapped in a scenario he never imagined he would find himself in.

Boruto's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! No! You're insane! I would never do that! My father is Hokage! He'll notice my disappearance soon, and he'll come looking for me. Once he finds me, he'll kill you!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with urgency and fear.

The woman merely chuckled, her smile unnerving. "Oh really? It's fine; we're outside the village," she replied, her tone dismissive as if his father's power was irrelevant to her plans. "It will take him a day or two to locate us, and that's more than enough time to make a good video with Hokage's slut." Her eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement, as if the thought of capturing Boruto in such a compromising situation thrilled her. The air around them felt heavy with tension, and Boruto's heart raced as he realized the gravity of his predicament.

Boruto looked at her, horror etched across his features. "I don't care how long it takes! He'll be here within minutes. He can use his toad summonings to find me. You don't stand a chance!" His voice was filled with desperation, each word punctuated by the urgency of his situation.

The woman merely shrugged, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "But he's very busy with his job, having no idea his son is missing. Moreover, it's not even evening yet for anyone to notice you're not at home or in the village." A sinister chuckle escaped her as she finished her sentence, the sound sending chills down Boruto's spine.

Feeling disheartened and anxious about his current circumstances, Boruto's heart sank further. "He will be looking for me by then!" he insisted, his voice trembling with both fear and determination. "You'll be doomed the moment he arrives!" The weight of his words hung in the air, but the woman's laughter only deepened his sense of dread. He could feel the walls closing in around him, the reality of his situation becoming increasingly bleak as he fought against the restraints that held him captive.

"Sure, I'm interested in watching," she remarked, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and amusement as she observed how the medicine began to take effect on him. Boruto groaned softly, feeling the unsettling warmth spreading through his body, a sensation that was both foreign and alarming.

"W-what was in that drug you injected me with?" he inquired, his voice trembling with fear and confusion. Panic surged within him as he tried to process the reality of his situation. The room felt like it was closing in around him, the shadows deepening as his mind raced to understand what was happening. He fought against the encroaching haze, desperate for clarity amid the chaos. The woman's chilling smile only intensified his dread, leaving him feeling more vulnerable than ever as he awaited her response.

"Aphrodisiac," The woman leaned in closer, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. "Wanna know what it does?" she asked, her voice dripping with a teasing tone.

Boruto looked at her, curiosity battling with his apprehension. "W-what does it do?" he stammered, his heart racing as he braced himself for her answer. The atmosphere in the room felt charged, and he could sense the weight of her words hanging in the air, making him both anxious and eager to understand what was happening to him.

With a sly smile, she replied, "It heightens your senses and stirs your desires. You might feel more... open to experiences than you normally would." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched his reaction, clearly enjoying the effect her words had on him. Boruto's mind raced as he processed her explanation, the implications sending a chill down his spine.

Boruto looked completely horrified now, his eyes wide with disbelief as he processed the woman's words. "W-what?! Y-you're insane! I would never! You're sick!!!" His voice trembled, a mixture of fear and indignation flooding through him. He felt a knot of panic tightening in his chest, the reality of his situation crashing down like a tidal wave.

The woman's laughter echoed through the dimly lit room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine. Her amusement was unsettling, as if she reveled in his distress. With a wave of her hand, she ordered one of her men to step forward, a sinister smile playing on her lips. "Help him out a bit," she commanded, her tone dripping with malice.

As the man approached, Boruto's heart raced even faster, a primal instinct urging him to fight back against the encroaching effects of the drug. Desperation clawed at him as he struggled against the restraints that held him captive, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and the looming threat that surrounded him. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and he could feel the weight of their intentions pressing down on him, amplifying his sense of vulnerability in this terrifying moment.

"No… don't! Stop! Please…"

As the aphrodisiac begins to alter his state, he feels a mix of heightened sensations and overwhelming anxiety. His body responds unpredictably, leaving him feeling vulnerable and disoriented. He may struggle against the effects, grappling with both physical sensations and the emotional turmoil of being manipulated.

While the drug works to amplify his senses, Boruto's mind races with thoughts of escape and the consequences of his predicament. He likely experiences a conflict between the drug's effects and his will to resist, leading to a sense of helplessness as he realizes the gravity of his situation. The combination of physical reactions and psychological distress creates a tense atmosphere, highlighting his desperation for freedom and the urgency of his circumstances.

The woman noticed the subtle shift in Boruto's reaction, a flicker of desperation crossing his features as he struggled to maintain his composure. It was as if the world around him was fading, and he was slowly losing his grip on reality. The tension in the air thickened, charged with an electric energy that made her pulse quicken. She watched intently as soft growls escaped his mouth, each sound a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His body responded involuntarily, muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that betrayed his inner turmoil. The contrast between his initial defiance and the mounting surrender was captivating, drawing her deeper into the moment as she reveled in the power dynamics at play.

She turn on the camera and focus on the scene in front of her. As the camera whirred to life, its lens zoomed in on the unfolding scene, capturing every nuance of the moment. Boruto felt a wave of confusion wash over him, his mind clouded as he struggled to grasp what he was saying anymore. The bright light from the camera seemed to amplify his disorientation, casting sharp shadows that danced across his features. He could feel the weight of the gaze upon him, both from the camera and the woman behind it, intensifying his sense of vulnerability. Each heartbeat echoed in his ears, drowning out coherent thoughts as he became acutely aware of the tension in the air. The once-familiar surroundings blurred into a haze, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty, desperately trying to reclaim his focus but finding it slipping further away with each passing second.

Bolt's consciousness began to unravel, his rational mind dissolving like mist against the intense, primal sensations consuming him. Each nerve ending sparked with an electric urgency, drowning out rational thought and strategic planning. The overwhelming mental response commandeered his senses, transforming his typically precise and controlled demeanor into a raw, vulnerable state of pure sensation.

His intellect—once sharp and calculating—now fragmented, scattered like broken glass, replaced by a desperate, animalistic hunger that clawed through his carefully constructed mental barriers. The feeling wasn't just physical; it was a complete surrender, a momentary eclipse of self where conscious control melted away, leaving only pure, unbridled desire.

Trembling at the precipice between coherence and complete abandonment, Bolt found himself pleading—not with words, but with every fiber of his being—for the intensity to continue, to consume him entirely, to push him beyond the boundaries of his known experience.

The sensation gradually ebbed like receding waves, washing through Bolt's body in languid, dissipating pulses. Each retreating wave of intensity left him more depleted, his muscles turning to liquid, his consciousness dissolving into a hazy, dream-like state of complete exhaustion. The overwhelming experience had drained him entirely, leaving behind a profound, almost ethereal weariness that penetrated to his very core.

With surgical precision, the women meticulously restored the scene, erasing any trace of their intricate manipulation. Their movements were calculated and smooth, each action deliberate—removing evidence, arranging Bolt's appearance with clinical detachment. A subtle, knowing smile played across their lips, a testament to the strategic footage they had captured—visual ammunition potent enough to potentially bring even the formidable Hokage to his metaphorical knees.

With surprising gentleness that contrasted their earlier calculated actions, one woman lifted Bolt's unconscious form. His body seemed weightless in her arms, a limp testament to his complete exhaustion. Her movements were fluid, almost maternal, as she carried him through the shadowed forest paths.

Near the edges of the Hidden Leaf Village, she positioned him with calculated care. Bolt's back rested against a weathered tree bark, his sleeping form creating a picturesque scene of innocent vulnerability. Soft dappled sunlight filtered through leaves, casting a ethereal glow around his peaceful figure.

"Goodbye, kid," she whispered, her voice a blend of soft mockery and genuine amusement. Her smirk held layers of unspoken intention—part predatory, part playful. With that cryptic farewell, she melted into the forest's shadows, leaving behind only the sleeping child and a lingering sense of unresolved mystery.