Boruto had taken her clothes and bound her

Sarada had to stifle a yelp as her face turned crimson. She was naked! That bastard Boruto had knocked her out and stripped her! He had seen everything! Sarada groaned. Her vagina and small boobs had likely been ogled by her teammate as he took her clothes. Suddenly Sarada's face paled. They had just stolen all the clothes in the house and she was now naked. She had nothing to wear! Her face burned with a deepened humiliation as she realized just how nude she was.

Sarada tried to cover herself from the empty room, but found her wrists were bound together behind her back. She couldn't even hide her body! Since when did Boruto think this far ahead?

"Boruto you creep! I'm gonna kill you." Sarada muttered. She thrashed on the couch and tried to snap whatever was binding her, but no amount of strength seemed to even weaken the fabric-like substance. "Fuck."

While she pondered what to do and fantasized violently about getting her hands on Boruto, Sarada heard voices. She glanced over and saw with horror that the window was still open. She collapsed down and flattened herself on her stomach and stood still, not daring to breathe. She hated how aware she was of her surroundings. She could feel the couch rubbing her front half and noticed for the first time just how rough the fabric was. The cool wind through the window also reminded Sarada how her bare ass was on display for anyone who looked in the house close enough. The voices got closer and Sarada teared up and shut her eyes.

"...I'm telling you guys, I know what I saw. The Hokage's kid was running by with a massive bag strapped to his back...hang on..."

A boy's face appeared for a moment, curiously glancing in the house at the apparently empty and dark room, before simply moving on and leaving, followed by two younger boys. As the voices faded, Sarada opened her eyes.

Sarada realized she was holding her breath and sighed. Thank God the room was dark. She cringed at the thought how bad it would have been if Boruto had simply left the light on. She swiveled her body over and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She stood up and took a step.

Immediately a trap tag set on the ground activated, spewing a cold sticky syrupy substance all over Sarada's left foot. It spread quickly, cementing her to a small mountain in the middle of her living room. Sarada gasped loudly in surprise and almost tripped from being unexpectedly stopped, but caught herself. She tried pulling her leg free, but she might as well have had her leg entombed in stone.

It downed on Sarada what the liquid must be: Water Style: Syrup Trap. This wasn't good news. In theory, she could have avoided it by just padding her sole with a layer of chakra, but it was too late now.

In order to keep her other foot out of the troublesome goo, Sarada was **** to keep her feet spread apart in a wide squat. She blushed even more as she realized how exposed her pussy was with her legs so far apart, and that she was locked in position in front of the nearest open window facing the street. For once in her life, Boruto had completely outsmarted her and she had no idea what to do. Helpless tears fell down her cheeks before a stifled grunt got her attention. Sarada craned her neck. Her mother! In her struggle, Sarada had completely forgotten about Sakura!

As much she didn't want anyone seeing her like this, Sarada had no other choice if she didn't want to stand there, exposed and bound, all night. There was only one thing to do.