Inari explains his purpose

Inari's mischievous laugh echoed through the forest as he took note of the bewilderment on Naruto's face. The potent spores of the plant had quickly infiltrated the young ninja's system, making him more susceptible to suggestions. "You know, you'll never be a real hero for Sakura," Inari teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But maybe, just maybe, if you watch me, you'll learn how to satisfy her." He reached down and began to tug at the waistband of his boxers, the anticipation building in the air. "Do you want to see this big cock of mine inside her tight pussy?" he asked, the smirk on his face growing wider as he watched for any sign of resistance in Naruto's eyes. The orange-clad ninja's eyes remained glued to the spot, unable to look away as Inari's confidence grew with each passing second.

Naruto's cheeks flushed redder than a ripe tomato as the image of Sakura's pink pubic hairs wrapped around Inari's thick, demanding cock invaded his mind. Unbidden, scenes from his secret fantasies played out before his eyes, but instead of seeing himself in the starring role, it was Inari's face twisted in pleasure that filled the frame. The young ninja's breath hitched as he imagined Sakura's sweet moans of ecstasy, her body arching and trembling around Inari's powerful thrusts. The plant's influence had a firm grip on his thoughts, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the tantalizing vision that the cunning young man painted. His own arousal grew, trapped and straining against the fabric of his pants, a silent testament to the effectiveness of the plant's power. The jealousy and confusion swirling in his chest were palpable, but the potent allure of the mental image held him captive, leaving him to wonder if he was truly worthy of the love and lust he craved from the pink-haired beauty.

"Sakura is going to be mine," Inari announced with a sinister glint in his eye. "But I'll let you help me. You can watch me claim her, and maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll even let you clean up after I've had my fun." The words hung in the air, heavy with a dominance that made Naruto's heart race and his stomach twist. Despite his better judgment, he found himself nodding in agreement, his mind foggy from the plant's influence. Inari's grin grew even wider at the sight of Naruto's submission, his hands moving to stroke the growing bulge in his pants. "But first," he whispered, leaning in closer to the entranced ninja, "you're going to show me just how much you want this." He reached down, his hand finding the zipper of Naruto's pants with unerring precision. "Let's see if you can handle what I'm about to give you."