IN THE HANDS OF PLEASURE ~

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BORUTO'S POV:

Yo I'm your guy ,Boruto Uzumaki, as you know I'm a massage therapist but not just a therapist I'm the owner of the Moon Massage parlour. Well that's unknown to the customers of course.

I used to be a top massage therapist 4-5 years ago while I was working at Orochi's Massage, then I started my own business here at Konoha, I haven't given massages since my business grew pretty fast , I was just being the owner until I noticed her one day.

That day I noticed the young women around my age, I was staring at the entrance from my room and when I saw her I was amazed her black long raven hair, her dark deep charcoal eyes, her pale illuminating skin, felt like a exhibition of beauty.

That day , there was actually none of the female staffs available except the receptionist who absolutely doesn't know how to perform the massage session and so her only option was a male therapist so I decided to take that job as I cannot risk it , she was hot if one male staff loses it and misbehaves the reputation I built up sinks in the sea plus I know I'm good at handling women and  she did agree considering she was real ass tired that day.

SARADA'S POV:

As days turned into weeks, the memory of that blissful massage lingered in the back of my mind like a sweet dream. Despite the hectic pace of life as a neurosurgeon, I found myself stealing moments to reminisce about Boruto's skilled touch and the sense of serenity he had brought into my life.

One evening, after a particularly grueling surgery, I found myself drawn back to the familiar haven of the massage parlor. As I stepped through the door, the comforting scent of lavender enveloped me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me like a warm embrace.

"Dr. Uchiha, welcome back," the receptionist greeted me with a smile. "Boruto's available if you'd like to book a session."

I nodded eagerly, grateful for the opportunity to escape the chaos of the hospital for a while. As I made my way to the relaxation lounge, I couldn't help but wonder if Boruto would be there, his presence a comforting beacon in a sea of uncertainty.

To my surprise, it wasn't Boruto who greeted me in the lounge, but a familiar face from the hospital. "Dr. Uchiha, fancy meeting you here," said Shikadai Nara, a fellow doctor and occasional confidante.

"Shikadai, what are you doing here?" I asked, genuinely surprised to see him in this unexpected setting.

"Needed to unwind after a particularly troublesome case," he replied, sinking into an armchair with a tired sigh. "And you?"

"Same here," I admitted, feeling a sense of camaraderie with him. "Long day in the OR."

We exchanged knowing looks, understanding the unspoken struggles that came with our profession. Despite the differences in our specialties, we shared a common bond forged by the pressures and demands of our work.

As we chatted, the door to the relaxation lounge swung open, and Boruto and another male masseur  appeared, a smile lighting up his face when he saw us. "Dr. Uchiha, Dr. Nara, what a pleasant surprise," he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

"Hey, Boruto," I greeted him with a smile, feeling a sense of relief at his familiar presence.

"Good to see you again," Shikadai added, nodding in acknowledgment.

"He would be taking your session Shika" Boruto told to Shikadai, who had a smirk forming , laughing back he said, "That's pretty unfair Boruto, the owner himself gives massage therapies to a woman but not his old friend, you chose her over me hnn?"

I was pretty confused at this statement, owner who? old friend?

"well you know I don't trust male staffs with female customers and you know like.....whatever I'm not telling you pineapple head!!!" Boruto was engaged in a friendly conversation with Shikadai and I understood they were old friends and it seems like Boruto must be the owner here.

"Dr. Uchiha please follow me" he added a smile in his face while I saw shikadai entering the men's room , Once inside the massage room, Boruto instructed me to lie down on the tables, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as his skilled hands began to work their magic once again.

As he kneaded away the tension in my muscles, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected encounter, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there are moments of connection and camaraderie to be found.

"Are you the owner ?" I asked as to have a conversation with the hottest guy I know. "Yeah, I own this place and only provide massages for selected people and only you being the female customer."

"I'm your only female customer, why so?" I asked.

"I-I don't want to engage with female customers cuz once I was accused of.... molestation and after that I actually stopped giving massages to both men and women and started back recently."

"oh.. so it was me who brought you back at field?" I asked again.

"Yeah....Thank you for it" he said.

As the massage came to an end, I felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose coursing through my veins, ready to face whatever challenges the next day would bring. As he left the room and I head to the dressing room, and came back to the exit and was about to step to my car when I saw Boruto sitting at the dead end of the road, where the stunning lights shining from the city building could be seen, It was a beautiful sight but there was him who looked sad, lonely.....in need of support.

I walked towards him, settling down beside him , he looked at me shocked by my actions, he let out a sigh of relief, his lips curving into a smile, he asked, "It's pretty late, aren't you going home?"

"I was about to leave, but seeing you so gloomy I couldn't walk past" I saw him turn to look at me from the side of my eye, "Thank you" he said again.

"what happened? why were you accused?" I ask

"that's a pretty long story" he said

"I have plenty of time" I said

"The girl who accused me was actually my ex-girlfriend, we knew each other from college days she used to visit my parlour almost everyday and I used to provide her massages understanding how people actually like it, and one day I caught her cheating with a guy and yelled at her cuz I was really hurt, but she called me crazy and filled a lawsuit against me saying I molested her, I lost all my friends , my father hated me, but  after a year of struggles I was finally proven innocent and I moved here and opened Moon massage on my father's request. I was going to work a normal job if it isn't my father who asked me to again. I loved her but she....." he paused hiding his face under his palms.

Sensing the weight of Boruto's words, I remained silent, allowing him to share his story at his own pace. As he spoke, I could feel the pain and betrayal that he had endured, the scars of a past that still haunted him.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," I said softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand in a gesture of support. "No one deserves to be falsely accused, especially by someone they trusted."

Boruto looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sarada," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "It means a lot to me that you're willing to listen."

I smiled, hoping to offer him some semblance of comfort in the midst of his pain. "You're not alone, Boruto," I reassured him. "I'm here for you, whatever you need."

For a moment, we sat in silence, the only sound the gentle hum of the city around us. And in that quiet moment, I felt a connection forming between us, a bond forged by shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the pain that life can bring.

As we eventually stood up to leave, Boruto turned to me with a grateful smile. "Thank you for being here," he said, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"Anytime," I replied, returning his smile. "You've always been there for me, Boruto. It's the least I can do."

As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and gratitude for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed between us. And as I drove home through the quiet streets of Konoha, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I could always count on Boruto to be there, just as he had been for me.