Chapter 168: A Night at Malik's Mansion
The quiet night air was heavy with tension in the dimly lit room of Malik's mansion. The flickering light from the large people-watching screen reflected in the eyes of those watching, each of them on edge as the chase between the Sasuke Recovery Team and the Sound Four continued to unfold. Every moment was critical, and though they were far away, Malik, Sakura, Mikoto Uchiha, and Kushina Uzumaki felt the weight of the battle looming.
Malik, however, seemed far less concerned about the current situation than the others. His head was comfortably resting on Sakura's lap, his face down, nestled against her thighs. Sakura, though focused on the screen, absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair. She was tense, her mind consumed with the mission, but Malik found solace in her touch, enjoying her warmth and, of course, the close proximity to her.
After a long moment, sensing the stress that had gripped the room, Malik decided it was time to do something about it. Though not entirely ready to move, he lifted his head slightly, stealing one last deep breath of her scent before flipping over to face her. A mischievous grin played on his lips.
"How about a bath, everyone?" Malik's voice broke the silence, soft but inviting.
Mikoto Uchiha and Kushina Uzumaki, who had been sitting quietly on the couch, watching the unfolding events with a mixture of worry and anticipation, exchanged a glance. A weak smile tugged at the corners of their lips, but neither responded immediately. The weight of the night's events pressed on them, yet there was a flicker of acknowledgment. Maybe a bath wasn't the worst idea.
Sakura, however, was less amused. Her hand paused in his hair before she gave his ear a firm tug in frustration. "We have more important things to do, Malik!" she replied sharply, her green eyes narrowing as she glared down at him.
Malik only grinned wider, not phased in the slightest by her reaction. "Don't worry, my love," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "We can do both."
Mikoto, ever graceful, leaned back slightly, her usually stern face softening. "It might not be a bad idea," she admitted, her voice low. "A little relaxation wouldn't hurt."
Kushina, always more expressive, stretched her arms behind her head, a tired smile forming. "I wouldn't say no to a nice hot bath," she added. "Especially with how things are going on that screen. A little break might clear our heads."
Malik's eyes gleamed at their semi-agreement. "That's all I needed to hear."
With a snap of his fingers, the room began to transform. The walls expanded, the ceiling stretched higher, and the very texture of the floors shifted beneath them. The space grew more luxurious, the subtle scent of lavender filling the air as steam began to rise from the ground. Even the people-watching screen grew larger, ensuring they could continue to observe the mission despite the change of setting.
The couch that Mikoto and Kushina had been sitting on slid gracefully back against one of the newly formed walls, transforming into an elegant bathhouse bench. Meanwhile, the one that Malik and Sakura occupied morphed into plush bathhouse chairs. Everything around them now radiated the soothing ambiance of a high-end bathhouse.
Malik stood, gesturing toward a newly formed door on the far side of the room. "There's a changing room just through there," he said, looking toward Mikoto and Kushina. "You'll find everything you need—towels, robes, and more."
Mikoto arched an eyebrow, clearly impressed by the sudden change in environment. "You certainly don't hold back," she commented with a faint smile, rising gracefully from her seat.
Kushina chuckled, shaking her head as she stood. "I've got to admit, this is pretty impressive."
As they made their way toward the changing room, Malik turned his attention to Sakura, who was still sitting, arms crossed, her lips pursed in a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. "What about you, my love?" Malik asked, his voice low and teasing. "Would you like a bath?"
Sakura sighed heavily, giving him an exasperated look before finally conceding with a huff. "Fine," she muttered, standing up from the chair. "But only because I know you won't stop asking."
Malik's grin widened as he watched her rise, his eyes twinkling with victory. "You'll thank me later," he said with a wink.
Sakura rolled her eyes, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Malik, as always, had a way of turning even the most serious of situations into something lighter. And in that moment, she couldn't deny that a bath might just be exactly what they all needed.
As the steam filled the room, and the soft hum of water flowing filled the air, the tension began to melt away. Malik, ever the one to enjoy life's little pleasures, had created a space where they could relax and refocus—while never losing sight of what truly mattered.
Sakura moved with a grace that seemed at odds with her frustration. She began by untying the knot of her shinobi jacket, the fabric falling away to reveal a fitted tank top beneath. Her fingers lingered on the fabric, her mind still focused on the mission, but there was a subtle softening in her posture.
With a sigh, she pulled her jacket off, the material rustling as it slid down her arms and over her wrists. Her tank top clung to her slender frame, highlighting the curves of her small but well-defined chest. Her nipples were hard, likely from the chill in the air or perhaps from the tension that still hadn't fully left her body.
Sakura's eyes flickered towards Malik, who watched her with unwavering attention. There was a warmth in his gaze, a mixture of admiration and desire.
Sakura's fingers moved to the waistband of her shinobi pants, her movements deliberate. She hesitated for a moment, her breath visible in the cool air. Malik stood nearby, his presence both comforting and electrifying.
She unfastened the top button and slowly began to lower the zipper, revealing the lacy underwear she wore underneath. Her stomach tightened, not just from the vulnerability but also from the intense connection she felt with Malik. The fabric of her pants slid down her hips, revealing her legs and the delicate, hairy mound between them. Her pussy lips, plump and pink, were partially hidden by the thick, dark curls of her pubic hair.
Malik's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her. The soft, golden glow of the bathhouse lights accentuated every curve and detail of her body.
Malik's eyes traced the lines of Sakura's body, each curve and contour showcasing her strength and beauty. Her pink, puffy lips parted as she continued to undress, her breath coming in soft, shallow bursts. The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, charged with the promise of an intimate moment shared between them.
Sakura's movements were deliberate, each one a slow, deliberate reveal of her most vulnerable parts.
The air shimmered as Malik's magic extended from his fingertips, manifesting a sleek, form-fitting swimsuit in the blink of an eye. It was a deep crimson, the color vibrant and alluring, designed to accentuate the curves and lines of the wearer.
Malik's eyes never left Sakura as he approached her, the swimsuit held delicately between his fingers. "Here," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress. "I thought this might suit you."
Sakura's cheeks flushed as she accepted the swimsuit, her fingers brushing against Malik's. There was a warmth in his touch, a connection that made her heart race. She turned away slightly and slipped into the crimson swimsuit. Her emerald green eyes sparkle with excitement.
Malik watched her, his eyes following every movement.
Sakura slowly turned back to face Malik, her body moving in a way that made the fabric of the swimsuit cling to her form. The deep crimson color emphasized the softness of her curves, highlighting her small but perky breasts, the lush expanse of her hips, and the thick, inviting folds of her pussy.
Malik couldn't help but admire the way the swimsuit fit her, the material stretching slightly to accommodate the fullness of her ass and the richness of her thighs. The thin straps on her shoulders framed her face, drawing attention to her emerald eyes, which shone with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
Sakura reached behind her and adjusted the back of the swimsuit, making sure it was positioned just right.
Malik's eyes followed the curve of her back, tracing the line of her spine down to the swell of her hips. The fabric of the swimsuit hugged her perfectly, accentuating every dip and rise of her body. Her ass, round and plump, was framed by the snug fit of the swimsuit, making her figure appear even more voluptuous.
Malik stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tug at the thin straps on her shoulders. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.
Sakura's breath hitched at the compliment. She felt exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, yet there was also a deep sense of comfort. She turned to face him fully, her emerald eyes locking onto his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "God knows I would take you right here and now . . . but, we have to wait, hopefully just a little longer," Malik says touching her face,
His hand lingered on her cheek, his touch soft yet firm. The heat from his skin seeped into hers, a comforting warmth that sent a shiver down her spine. His thumb traced a gentle circle on her cheekbone, as if committing her features to memory.
"We have to be smart," he continued, his voice low and earnest. "Our mission is too important."
Sakura nodded, swallowing hard. The tension between them was almost palpable, a magnetic force that threatened to pull them closer with every heartbeat. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a scrutiny that felt both possessive and protective.
Malik's other hand reached for hers, entwining their fingers. His grip was firm but tender, a silent promise of his unwavering support. The contact sent a jolt of warmth through her body, grounding her in the moment.
Malik's lips met Sakura's in a tender yet urgent kiss. His tongue traced the outline of her lips before delving deeper, exploring every crevice with a passion that left her breathless. Sakura responded in kind, her tongue dancing with his in a fervent ballet.
Their bodies pressed together, the crimson swimsuit clinging to her curves as if made just for this moment. Malik's hands roamed over her, tracing the lines of her back and the curve of her hips with reverence. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her as their kisses grew more intense.
Sakura moaned softly, the sound muffled against Malik's lips. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a comforting warmth that made her feel safe and desired all at once.
Malik's hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer. The feel of her body against his was intoxicating, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving a trail of warmth as they moved higher, tracing the contours of her back and shoulders.
Sakura's heart pounded in her chest as their kisses became more urgent. She could feel herself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming desire that had been building between them for so long. Her hands reached up to tangle in Malik's hair, pulling him closer still.
Malik's breath quickened, his chest pressing against hers. His fingers dipped lower, cupping the curve of her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her gasp.
Sakura arched into Malik, her body instinctively seeking more of his touch. His hands explored her curves with an intensity that matched her own. The fabric of the swimsuit stretched taut against her skin, enhancing every sensation.
Their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time. Malik's fingers dipped into the small of Sakura's back, tracing patterns on her skin that made her shiver with pleasure. His other hand continued to knead her ass, each touch sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her.
Sakura's breath came in ragged gasps as Malik's mouth claimed hers once more. Their kisses were a storm of passion, a whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume them both. She could feel the heat building within her, a flame ignited by their mutual attraction and fueled by the intensity of their emotions.
Mikoto Uchiha and Kushina Uzumaki step into the luxurious bathhouse of Malik's Mansion, their presence adding a touch of elegance to the serene environment.
Mikoto Uchiha is wearing a stylish navy blue swimsuit with delicate white floral patterns. The swimsuit has a classic one-piece design with a sweetheart neckline, accentuating her graceful figure. Her long, dark hair is tied up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her face. Mikoto's calm and composed demeanor is evident as she takes in the tranquil surroundings.
Kushina Uzumaki, on the other hand, is sporting a vibrant red bikini that perfectly matches her fiery personality. The bikini top has a halter neck design with playful ruffles, while the bottom has a cute skirt-like frill. Her long, red hair cascades down her back, adding to her lively and energetic appearance. Kushina's emerald green eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks around the bathhouse.
As they enter the bathhouse, the warm steam envelops them, and they both smile, ready to relax and enjoy the soothing waters. The contrast between Mikoto's elegance and Kushina's vibrant energy creates a harmonious balance, making their presence in the bathhouse truly captivating. They also notice Malik and Sakura!
Malik and Sakura were lost in their own world when Mikoto and Kushina's entrance drew their attention. Malik's eyes widened slightly, and he broke away from Sakura, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Ah, Mikoto, Kushina," Malik greeted them, his voice steady despite the momentary disruption. "You both look great."
Mikoto offered a serene smile. "Thank you. It's been a long day, I think we're all going to enjoy some time in the bath" she replied, her tone calm and composed.
Kushina's eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement. "Sorry to keep you both waiting," she added, her voice lively.
Sakura, still adjusting to the sudden intrusion, gave a small nod and quickly straightened her swimsuit. "Welcome back," she said, her voice slightly breathless.
Malik felt the intensity of the moment shift as Mikoto and Kushina's presence filled the room. His hands lingered on Sakura's hips, reluctant to let go just yet. But with a final, lingering look into her eyes, he slowly released her.
"Maybe we should take a moment to catch our breath," Malik suggested, his gaze shifting between Sakura, Mikoto, and Kushina.
Kushina's eyes twinkled as she glanced between the group. "Catch our breath, huh?" she teased, her voice playful. "Looks to me like you two were already getting pretty heated."
Sakura blushed deeply at the remark, her eyes darting to the floor. Malik chuckled softly, a warmth spreading through his chest.
"Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Malik's fingers twitched, and with a soft snap, he transformed into his bathing suit—a pink floating cloud that just barely concealed his hard, large black cock. Mikoto and Kushina's eyes widened for just a moment, catching a glimpse of his impressive form before the cloud successfully hid it from view. Malik stretched his chubby, dark-skinned body, the cloud shifting and moving with him.
Sakura, noticing Malik's change, offered a shy smile and took his hand. "Let's go, then," she said, her voice still carrying a hint of the earlier passion.
Malik nodded, leading the way towards the warm, inviting waters of the bath. The room was serene, with soft lights reflecting off the polished stone surfaces. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, creating a calming atmosphere.
The bathwater felt incredible, a soothing blend of warmth and relaxation that seemed to melt the tension from Malik's muscles. He sank into the water, feeling its comforting embrace, and glanced around the bathhouse. Mikoto and Kushina were already submerged, their contrasting appearances creating a striking visual. Mikoto, elegant and composed, had her eyes closed in contentment, while Kushina, vibrant and full of energy, chatted animatedly with Sakura.
Malik moved closer to the group, feeling the water ripple around him. He settled beside Mikoto, feeling her presence nearby. Her calm demeanor was a tranquil force in the otherwise bustling bathhouse. "How have you been?" he asked, keeping his voice low to maintain the serene atmosphere.
Mikoto opened her eyes, her gaze softening as she turned to Malik.
As Malik's front brain engaged in polite conversation with Mikoto, his back brain was indulging in a different kind of discourse. His gaze wandered, taking in the beauty of the women around him.
First, he glanced at Sakura, who sat across from him. Her small but perfectly formed breasts were barely contained by the red swimsuit that Malik had enchanted earlier. The suit's fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her firm, perky breasts. Despite their modest size, they were incredibly alluring, their nipples hardening slightly from the heat of the bath.
Next, Malik's eyes moved on to Kushina, who was sitting next to Mikoto. Her ample bosom was a striking contrast to Mikoto's more modest chest. Her double D's were full and round, practically spilling out of the top of her swimsuit.
Malik couldn't help but appreciate the sheer abundance of Kushina's cleavage. Her swimsuit, a deep shade of red that matched her fiery personality, struggled to contain her assets, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
Finally, Malik's gaze shifted to Mikoto, who remained poised and elegant despite the intimate setting. Her breasts, while smaller than Kushina's, were still generously proportioned, fitting perfectly with her slender frame. Her nipples were also hard, a result of the heat from the bath.
As Malik continued his mental inventory, Mikoto's voice broke through his thoughts. "I'm doing well, thank you," she responded, her tone gentle and sincere. "How about you, Malik? I feel like it's been ages since we last had a chance to catch up." "I've been good, Say are you hungry? Does some watermelon sound good?" Malik says making sure everyone can hear him.
Malik's eyes gleamed with a playful glint as he addressed the group, purposefully raising his voice to include everyone. "Does some watermelon sound good?" he repeated, his words hanging in the air, mingling with the soothing sounds of the bathhouse.
Kushina's eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Watermelon? Absolutely! I love watermelon," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.
Sakura nodded in agreement. "Watermelon sounds perfect. It's so refreshing," she said, her cheeks still a little flushed from their earlier encounter.
Mikoto smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Watermelon it is, then. It's always nice to have something sweet to enjoy," she replied, her tone calm and composed, yet still filled with warmth.
With a soft flick of his wrist and a whispered incantation, Malik summoned a large case of juicy, ripe watermelons. The case materialized on the edge of the pool, causing a gentle splash as it landed in the water. The sight of the vibrant red fruits captured everyone's attention, and a collective murmur of excitement rippled through the bathhouse.
"Watermelon, as promised," Malik announced, his voice carrying over the soft splashing of the water. He watched with interest as the women around him began to stand, their lithe and curvaceous forms gliding through the water like goddesses.
First, Sakura rose, her wet hair cascading down her back, the red swimsuit clinging to her like a second skin. Her ass, a perfect heart shape, moved with an enticing grace as she made her way to the case.
As Sakura approached the case, Malik couldn't help but admire her stunning form. Her legs, strong and toned from years of training, glistened with droplets of water, and her ass—a perfect heart shape—swung from side to side with each step. He watched as she carefully selected a plump watermelon, her hands skillfully navigating the fruit's rough exterior, and then turned back to the group with a smile.
Next, Kushina rose from the water, her ample curves catching the light in a way that made her almost radiant. Her double D's bounced slightly as she moved, capturing Malik's attention once more. Kushina's confident stride was undeniably captivating, and he marveled at the way her body moved so effortlessly, showcasing her voluptuous figure.
Kushina reached the case and selected a watermelon, her fingers tracing its surface with a delicate touch. She turned back to the group, a playful grin on her face as she said, "I think I found the juiciest one."
Finally, Mikoto Uchiha stood, her slender form graceful as ever. She approached the case, her eyes scanning the fruit with a discerning gaze. Her ample but perfectly formed breasts were partially obscured by the water, but they caught the light just enough to make Malik's heart race. Mikoto's ass, though smaller than Kushina's, was tight and firm, and she moved with an elegance that seemed almost ethereal.
As Mikoto selected her watermelon, Malik couldn't help but compare the two women.
Malik's eyes narrowed as he studied each woman, a smirk playing on his lips. The decision was difficult, but ultimately, he knew that comparing apples to apples wouldn't do any of them justice.
He watched as Mikoto, Kushina, and Sakura returned to the pool with their watermelons in hand. Each woman settled back into the water, their expressions revealing varying degrees of excitement and curiosity.
"Who's ready for a taste?" Malik asked, breaking the quiet with his smooth, playful voice. He reached for a slice of his own watermelon, the juice dripping down his fingers as he savored the sweetness.
Kushina took a large bite, the juice dribbling down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and let out a satisfied sigh. "This is amazing, Malik," she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. "I'm glad you all can destress a little,
"with some good watermelon," Malik added with a wink, his eyes drifting back to each woman as they continued to savor the fruit.
Sakura's cheeks were still flushed, her watermelon slice nearly finished. "Malik, this is so refreshing," she said, her voice tinged with gratitude. She glanced around, taking in the peaceful scene before her.
Mikoto, ever the composed one, took a more measured approach, her eyes closed as she savored the flavor. Her grip on her slice was firm, yet tender. She opened her eyes, catching Malik's gaze, and offered a small, appreciative nod.
As the women continued to enjoy the fruit, Malik's thoughts began to wander. He marveled at the way they seemed to effortlessly command his attention, each with their own distinct charms. ("I'm being so bad today.") Malik thought to himself, ("But maybe just for a little while, I can distract them,") As he finished that thought he looked at Sakura, "Love, come over here and shair that with me, please,"
With a graceful and seductive motion, Sakura glides over to Malik, her watermelon slice in hand. Her eyes lock onto his, and there's a mischievous glint in her gaze. She positions herself next to him, her body close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.
"Of course, darling," Sakura responds, her voice dripping with honey. She raises the slice of watermelon to her mouth, biting into it with a satisfied hum. The juice runs down her chin, and she dabs it away with the back of her hand.
Malik's gaze follows the trail of watermelon juice as it trickles down her neck, disappearing into the red swimsuit that clings to her curves. He feels a surge of desire course through him, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Sakura," Malik whispers, his breath warm against her skin. "You're absolutely captivating."
She turns her head, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. The taste of the watermelon blends with the sweetness of her lips, creating a flavor explosion that sends shivers down both their spines. Their bodies press together, the swimsuit barely containing the heat and passion between them.
Around them, the other women continue to enjoy their watermelon, seemingly unaware of the intimate moment unfolding just a few feet away. The gentle splash of the water and the soft murmur of conversation create a tranquil atmosphere, providing the perfect backdrop for their stolen moment of desire.
Malik's hands move to explore Sakura's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist.
Malik's touch sends a jolt of pleasure through Sakura, her breath hitches as she breaks the kiss. She gazes deeply into his eyes, her own wide with a mixture of emotions. The world around them fades away, leaving just the two of them in their own private haven.
"You always know how to make me feel special, Malik," Sakura murmurs, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear, "I want you."
A wave of desire washes over Malik at her words. He pulls her closer, their bodies melding together as if they were made for each other. The heat between them is intense, almost like it was rivaling a summer sun above them. He gently caresses her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin under his fingers, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Malik glances into her and whispers so softly that she needs to focus on hearing him, "Prove IT!" Malik's voice was a smooth whisper that made Sakura's pulse quicken. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of passion and determination. She knew exactly what he was asking for, and she was more than ready to give it to him.
With a swift and deliberate motion, Sakura's hand moved between them, her fingers gently brushing against the smooth texture of Malik's skin. Her touch sent electric currents through his body as she began to push him back, revealing the smooth, tanned skin beneath. Malik's breath hitched as her fingers moved with practiced ease, pulling the pink cloud aside and exposing him to the warm, fragrant air of the bathhouse.
Malik's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Sakura's every move. Sakura grabbed his full hard length with her soft wet hands.
"Beautiful," Malik murmured, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers gripped the edge of the bath, the tension building inside him as Sakura began to explore him with a delicate yet confident touch. Her hands moved in rhythmic motions, every stroke eliciting gasps and shivers from him.
Meanwhile, Kushina and Mikoto continued their conversation, unaware of the intimate scene unfolding just a few feet away. Kushina's voice carried through the steam, discussing some recent mission with Mikoto, while Mikoto listened intently, her eyes half-closed in relaxation.
Sakura's grip tightened around Malik, her thumb tracing over the sensitive tip of him. His breath caught in his throat as her other hand slid lower, her fingers playing with the delicate skin around his inner thighs. "I want to see them, show me them," Malik asked, knowing she knew what he meant.
Sakura's eyes sparkled with mischief and understanding. She released him just long enough to shed her red swimsuit, revealing her perfect, almost sun-kissed form in all its glory. Her curves shimmered under the water, her hair fanned out around her like a dark halo. Her small tight breasts on full view just for him.
Malik's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her. He reached out, pulling her close once more, their bodies merging in the warm water. His hands found her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that felt natural and instinctual.
The world around them seemed to blur, the sounds of the bathhouse fading into the background as their passion intensified. Malik's fingers dug into her hips, her moans mingling with the gentle splash of the water.
Just as the moment reached its peak, a sudden splash caught their attention.
The splash draws both Malik and Sakura's attention from their intimate moment. They turn their heads to see Mikoto and Kushina watching them with raised eyebrows and amused expressions.
"Well, well, it seems like someone is feeling adventurous," Mikoto says, her voice tinged with playful sarcasm.
Sakura's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she quickly covers herself with her hands, her earlier confidence waning slightly. Malik, on the other hand, merely grins and leans back against the edge of the bath, his arm still around Sakura's waist. "We were just enjoying the water," he says with a smirk.
Kushina laughs, the sound echoing through the bathhouse. "Enjoying the water? That's one way to put it," she says, her eyes twinkling with mischief. As Malik helped Sakura put her swimsuit back on, "Well, that seems like enough play for now, Let's all finish up in the bath, "I hope me and my beautiful and perfect cheery bloume Sakura didn't ruin both your time in the water." Malik finished.
Malik's voice carried a tone of genuine concern, though his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. He gestured for Kushina and Mikoto to join him and Sakura in the large, communal bath, the warm water still rippling from their earlier activities.
"Nonsense," Mikoto replied, her voice softer now. "There's always room for a little excitement." She re-stepped into the bath, her sleek body slicing through the water with practiced grace. Kushina followed suit, her more voluptuous form causing a gentle wave to ripple outward.
Malik watched as the women settled in, their contrasting styles adding to the serene atmosphere. Mikoto's slender, athletic build and sharp features created an aura of elegance, while Kushina's fuller figure and playful demeanor brought warmth and comfort. Malik turned to Sakura, "Sorry about that, I need to do better, but in my defense, you have a bombshell of a body my love,"
Malik's words seemed to bring a blush to Sakura's cheeks, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of affection and embarrassment. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder as she whispered, "I think you did just fine."
The group continued to soak in the warm bath, the once awkward moment now a distant memory. The conversation flowed easily, touching on various topics, from recent missions to personal aspirations. Mikoto, ever curious, asked about Malik's plans for the future.
"What's next for the Third Hokage's spy?" Mikoto inquired, her eyes fixed on Malik with genuine interest.
Malik chuckled softly, his fingers trailing through the water. "Lord Above, Did Tsunade tell you that, Well I guess I plan on continuing my work, ensuring the safety of Konoha from within and beyond its walls. But I also hope to deepen my connections with those I care about." "How about you Mikoto, are you looking for something, Love maybe?" Malik asked his hot pink eyes glowing slightly.
Mikoto's cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink at Malik's question. She shifted slightly, her eyes glancing away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I... I haven't really thought about it," she admitted, her voice softer than usual. "I've been so focused on my training and my duties to the village and my family. But I suppose it would be nice to have someone to share my life with again."
Kushina, ever perceptive, chimed in. "You know, Mikoto, it's okay to think about yourself sometimes. You deserve happiness too," she said, her tone gentle.
Mikoto nodded, looking thoughtful. "Maybe you're right," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
Malik, sensing her discomfort, decided to shift the conversation. "What about you Kushina, Love?" Malik asked as Sakura lay back and placed her legs on his lap.
Kushina's eyes brightened at the question, and she leaned back, her body partially submerged in the warm water. "Well," she began with a sly grin, "I'm all about love and passion. I think everyone deserves a bit of both in their lives. But seriously, my focus has always been on protecting my family and ensuring the prosperity of the Uzumaki clan. If love happens along the way, then so be it."
Malik chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly stroking Sakura's calves. "You've always been one for the dramatic, Kushina," he said, his tone filled with fondness. "But it's true, family and love often intertwine in unexpected ways."
Sakura, still resting against Malik, couldn't help but smile at their easy banter. "So, what about you, Malik?" "Easy, Love all the way, I plan to fall in love many times over. Of course, no one or thing could replace My Sakura."
Malik's words wrapped around Sakura like a warm embrace, making her heart swell with affection. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his cheek. "You always know just what to say," she whispered.
The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly between topics. The bathwater, now gently simmering, provided a soothing backdrop to their relaxed atmosphere. Mikoto, more at ease, shared stories of her childhood in the Uchiha compound, while Kushina regaled them with tales of her time as the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki.
Malik listened intently, his eyes never leaving the faces of his companions. It was moments like these, filled with laughter and shared memories, that reminded him of why he cherished these relationships.
And as they settled in for a well-deserved bath, the mission continued on the screen before them.