Chapter 174: The Comfort of Kin
Malik woke up slowly, his body nestled against Kin Tsuchi's, her warmth enveloping him. His face was buried in her chest, his cheek pressed against her soft, ample bosom. The room was still and quiet, no indication of the time outside as there were no windows, but Malik knew instinctively that the day had started long ago. His house, imbued with magic, whispered to him that the sun had risen hours ago. Still, neither he nor Kin had bothered to stir.
Kin's body was draped over him, heavy with exhaustion, her soft curves pressed intimately against him. Malik inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her. Kin had been on a long, grueling mission, and her body bore the signs of it. Her skin was slick with a thin layer of sweat, the musky scent of her hard work hanging in the air. She hadn't had the chance to clean up, and the natural grime of the mission clung to her, mingling with the scent of the forest, earth, and the raw energy of battle. She stank in a way only someone who had fought tooth and nail could, but Malik loved it. He loved that earthy, real smell—Kin's smell. It was proof of her strength, her resilience.
Carefully, Malik pushed her off him, her body shifting easily as he rolled her onto her back. Her large bosom jiggled slightly beneath the thin fabric of her undershirt, which was damp from sweat and clung to her chest in a way that left little to the imagination. Her breathing was deep and slow, clearly still resting, but Malik took a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Kin's shoes and vest had been discarded sometime during the night, leaving her in her simple undershirt and a pair of black lace scanties that hugged her hips. The delicate lace did little to hide the dense, dark bush beneath, wild and unapologetically thick. It was just like Kin—bold and unfiltered.
As Malik's eyes roamed over her body, he noticed the slight sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin, particularly around her armpits, where a faint layer of dark hair had grown. Her natural scent was stronger there, a mix of sweat and the raw musk of someone who had pushed herself to her limits. Malik leaned in, breathing in the scent, feeling a strange sense of comfort in it. The smell was rich, heady, and undeniably Kin. It was a scent only she could have, unique and intoxicating.
His gaze drifted lower, to the dense patch of hair between her legs. The scent there was heavier, more intense—a primal, earthy musk that filled his senses. Malik smiled to himself, running a finger gently along the waistband of her scanties, loving the natural beauty of her body. Everything about her was real, from the sweat on her skin to the thick bush she wore without shame. Kin had always been confident in her own skin, and it was one of the things he adored most about her.
"Even in your undershirt and panties, you look like an angel who just clocked out from heaven." He said as he ran his finger under her underwear.
Kin stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly woke. Her black eyes met Malik's, and she gave him a sleepy smile, her lips curving softly as she stretched lazily beside him.
"Good morning, Malik," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, shifting her body slightly so she could see him better. "I didn't get a chance to clean up last night... I must smell terrible."
Malik grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on her shoulder. "You're right about that," he teased, his voice playful. "But I don't mind."
Kin rolled her eyes but smiled back at him, clearly too tired to argue. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, her tone affectionate. "I'm just glad to be home."
Malik raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. "Funny you should say that," he quipped. "This is actually the first time you've been in my house, you know."
Kin blinked in surprise, then laughed, the sound light and easy. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Orochimaru always kept me too busy to come visit." She stretched again, her shirt riding up slightly as her body shifted. "You always had to track me down, huh?"
Malik nodded, still smiling. "But it was worth it," he murmured, leaning in to press his nose against her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin again. "I love how you smell after a mission," he whispered.
Kin let out a soft laugh, her fingers brushing through Malik's hair as he continued to breathe in her scent. "You're a strange one, Malik," she teased, though there was no malice in her words. She loved that he accepted every part of her, even the parts she felt self-conscious about.
She leaned back onto the bed, allowing him to explore her body with his nose. Malik shifted down, taking his time as he traced the outline of her body, breathing in the unique mix of smells that clung to her skin. He inhaled deeply near her armpits, the faint layer of hair there giving off a raw, natural musk. It was strong, almost overpowering, but Malik reveled in it. He loved every inch of her, loved that she was unafraid to be herself around him.
He moved lower, burying his face between her thighs, the thick patch of hair there carrying the heaviest scent of all. It was rich, deep, and earthy, a scent that spoke of both her femininity and her power. Malik took his time, savoring every moment as he breathed in the essence of her, feeling closer to Kin than ever before.
Kin watched him with a lazy smile, her body relaxed and comfortable. She knew Malik loved her, every part of her, and that gave her a deep sense of peace. She let him continue his exploration, knowing that this was his way of connecting with her, of showing his love.
Eventually, Kin stretched her arms above her head again, her body arching slightly as she let out a contented sigh. "Alright, Malik," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "You've had your fun. I think it's time for a bath, don't you?"
Malik grinned, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her stomach. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice playful but firm. "I'm not done enjoying you."
Kin laughed again, her body shaking slightly as she relaxed back into the bed. "Alright, alright," she said with a smirk. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Malik lingered over Kin, letting his hands and nose wander over her body. The room was quiet except for the sounds of their breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, and the occasional creak of the bed as Malik shifted his weight. His fingers traced along the soft curve of her hips, lingering at the edge of her black lace scanties. They felt delicate against her skin, contrasting with the raw, primal energy that radiated from her body after the long mission.
Kin's skin was warm, sticky with the sweat that had built up during her grueling journey. Malik reveled in it, running his fingers gently over her belly, feeling the slight dampness and the faint sheen of perspiration. He loved how real she felt beneath his touch, the tangible evidence of her hard work and the battle she had fought for so long. Her body smelled of effort, strength, and determination. To Malik, that scent was intoxicating.
As he moved back up to her chest, her large bosom shifted under her undershirt, heavy and soft against his cheek. He nuzzled against her, his breath warm against the fabric as he inhaled her scent. There was something raw about the way she smelled—the natural musk from her armpits combined with the traces of sweat on her skin, leaving a unique blend of earthiness and femininity that only Kin could exude. Malik was completely immersed in her, enjoying every moment of closeness.
Kin's arms were stretched above her head, her shirt pulled slightly upward, exposing more of her skin. Malik could see the slight shadow of hair under her arms, the natural layer she allowed to grow. It held its own scent, a bit stronger than the rest of her body, but no less appealing to Malik. He leaned closer, inhaling deeply, savoring the musky, heady aroma that came from the effort she had exerted on her mission. It was a scent that spoke of strength and resolve, and Malik found it incredibly alluring.
Kin opened her eyes halfway, watching him with a sleepy smile as he continued his exploration. "I told you I stink," she murmured, her voice teasing but soft. Her body shifted slightly, her large breasts jiggling in her undershirt as she moved. Malik couldn't resist the way her body responded to even the smallest movements. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her collarbone as he planted soft kisses along her skin.
"I love how you smell," Malik whispered between kisses, his lips grazing the top of her chest. "It's you. It's everything you are."
Kin's smile widened, her fingers finding their way into Malik's hair, gently playing with the strands as she let him explore her body at his own pace. She knew how much he enjoyed moments like this, and even though she felt self-conscious about the grime and sweat she hadn't yet washed off, Malik's tenderness made her feel cherished.
Malik's attention drifted lower once more, his hands sliding down her sides until they reached the waistband of her black lace panties. His fingers lightly traced the fabric, just barely brushing against the thick bush beneath it. The lace did little to conceal her wildness, and Malik loved that about her. Kin was unapologetically herself—untamed, fierce, and beautiful. Her natural body hair was dense, thick, and completely in line with her no-nonsense personality.
He pressed his face lightly against her pelvis, inhaling the stronger scent that lingered there. The smell was raw, earthy, and intimate. It wasn't just the sweat from her mission—it was the scent of her femininity, the deeper musk that made her who she was. Malik closed his eyes, absorbing the sensation of being so close to her, feeling the warmth of her body and the wild energy that radiated from her.
Kin leaned back on the bed, her arms splayed out to the sides as she watched him, her breath slow and steady. "You really are something else," she murmured, amusement coloring her voice. But there was affection there too, a deep sense of connection between them that went beyond words.
Malik grinned, his lips brushing against her stomach as he kissed her once more. "I know," he said playfully, his hands still tracing the lines of her body. "But I can't help it. You're irresistible."
Kin chuckled, her body shifting slightly as her large breasts jiggled with the movement. "Well, don't take too long," she teased. "I'm going to need that bath eventually."
Malik's eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned back, his hands resting gently on her hips. "Maybe," he said, his voice low and playful, "but not just yet."
He leaned down once more, burying his face against her inner thigh, his breath warm against her skin. Kin's scent enveloped him, filling his senses with that rich, primal aroma. The thickness of her bush pressed against his cheek, the scent even more concentrated here, and Malik reveled in it. There was something incredibly intimate about this—being so close to her, feeling the raw energy of her body after such a long, hard mission. It was a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a celebration of who Kin was—strong, untamed, and utterly real.
Kin closed her eyes, relaxing into the bed as Malik continued to explore her body. She trusted him completely, knowing that he cherished every part of her, even the parts she sometimes felt self-conscious about. He made her feel beautiful, even in her most unguarded moments.
After a few more moments of quiet intimacy, Malik finally pulled back, sitting up on the bed next to her. His hand rested on her thigh, his thumb gently stroking her skin. Kin opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile, her body relaxed and content.
"Alright," Malik said softly, his voice warm and affectionate. "I suppose I can let you take that bath now."
Kin laughed, sitting up and stretching her arms above her head. Her large bosom bounced slightly with the movement, and Malik couldn't help but smile at the sight. "About time," she teased, though her tone was light and affectionate. She leaned over, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before sliding off the bed.
As she stood, Malik's eyes followed her every movement, watching as her hips swayed slightly and her thick bush peeked out from beneath the lace of her underwear. She gave him one last smile before heading toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly across the floor.
Malik leaned back on the bed, a contented smile on his face as he watched her go. He loved everything about her, from the way she moved to the way she smelled. And as Kin disappeared into the bathroom, Malik knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.
As Kin disappeared into the bathroom, Malik lay back on the bed for a moment, savoring the lingering warmth and scent she left behind. The room felt a little cooler now that her body wasn't pressed against his, and he could still feel the impression of her soft curves on his skin. But it wasn't long before curiosity—and his deep affection for her—got the better of him. He slowly rose from the bed, stretching his arms above his head before following her toward the bathroom.
The floor beneath his bare feet felt cool compared to the warmth of the bed, and as he neared the bathroom door, he could already hear the gentle sound of water running. Kin had started the shower, and the soft echo of it filled the room. The door was slightly ajar, allowing a faint stream of steam to escape into the hallway. Malik approached quietly, pushing the door open a little more as he leaned against the frame, watching her.
Kin stood with her back to him, her long black hair cascading down her back. Her body glistened with a slight sheen of sweat and grime from her recent mission, but to Malik, she looked as beautiful as ever. She had already removed her undershirt, revealing her bare back and the full curve of her hips. The bathroom light reflected off her skin, making it glow softly in the steamy air.
Malik's eyes followed the gentle sway of her hips as she slid her black lace down her legs, revealing the thick, dark bush she had underneath. He grinned at the sight, admiring how natural and untamed she looked. Kin was a woman who never conformed to anyone's expectations but her own, and Malik loved that about her. Every part of her was unapologetically real, and that made her even more beautiful in his eyes.
As she stepped out of her underwear, Kin turned her head slightly, catching sight of Malik watching her from the doorway. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "You planning on just standing there, or are you going to join me?" she teased, her voice low and playful.
Malik chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe as he stepped into the bathroom. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he replied, his eyes never leaving her as he closed the distance between them.
The bathroom was already filling with steam, the mirror fogging up as the hot water from the shower flowed steadily. Kin reached out to test the temperature, adjusting the knob slightly before stepping into the warm spray. Malik followed her into the shower, the heat from the water instantly enveloping them both.
As the water cascaded over their bodies, Malik wrapped his arms around Kin from behind, pulling her close. Her body pressed against his, slick with water and soap, her skin warm beneath his touch. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as the mixture of soap, steam, and her natural scent filled his senses. Even after all the grime and sweat, there was something uniquely Kin about the way she smelled, a raw, earthy quality that no amount of soap could wash away. And Malik loved it.
Kin sighed softly, leaning back into his embrace as the water flowed over them. "This feels amazing," she murmured, her voice filled with relief. "I thought I'd never get all that dirt off me."
Malik chuckled, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I didn't mind it. You smelled incredible to me."
Kin rolled her eyes playfully, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're the only one who would think that," she teased, but there was a warmth in her voice, a deep affection that told him she appreciated it.
As the water continued to pour over them, Malik reached for the bottle of body wash on the ledge, pouring some into his hands before gently rubbing it into Kin's skin. His hands moved in slow, circular motions, massaging the soap into her shoulders, down her arms, and across her back. Her skin was soft beneath his touch, the warm water making it even smoother.
When he reached her chest, his hands lingered, gently massaging her large breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms as the water flowed over them. Kin let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing even more under his touch. Malik smiled to himself, loving how content she seemed in this moment.
"You've earned this," he said softly, his hands continuing to move over her body. "After everything you've been through, you deserve to relax."
Kin hummed in agreement, closing her eyes as she leaned back into him. "I guess I have," she admitted, her voice soft and drowsy. "It's been a rough few days."
Malik continued to wash her, his hands moving down to her hips, then lower to her thick bush. The water made it slick, and he ran his fingers through it, enjoying the feel of it beneath his touch. Kin didn't say anything, but he could feel her body relax even more, a small smile playing on her lips.
After a few more moments, Malik reached for the shampoo, lathering it into her long black hair, massaging her scalp as the suds dripped down her back. Kin sighed again, this time with deep contentment, as she let Malik take care of her.
Once they were both thoroughly clean, Malik turned off the water, wrapping a large towel around Kin's shoulders before pulling her close again. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and filled with affection.
"Thanks," she whispered, leaning up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I needed that."
Malik smiled, brushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "Anytime," he murmured, kissing her back before they both stepped out of the shower.
They dried off together, the steam still lingering in the bathroom as they wrapped themselves in towels. Malik watched Kin as she toweled off her hair, her skin glowing from the heat of the shower. She looked refreshed, her body no longer burdened by the grime of her mission, but still carrying the strength and resilience that Malik admired so much.
As they made their way back to the bedroom, Malik felt a deep sense of contentment settle over him. Kin was here, with him, and that was all that mattered.
As Kin stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air from the hallway hit her damp skin, causing a soft shiver to run down her spine. Without a second thought, she casually tossed her towel to the side, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Her long, black hair hung loose, dripping water onto her shoulders and down her back, glistening under the soft light of the bedroom. The fresh scent of soap and the lingering heat of the shower clung to her, but underneath it all was still the faint, earthy scent that was uniquely Kin.
Malik leaned back against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching her with a quiet admiration. Kin's confidence in herself was something he had always loved. She was unapologetically raw, from the way she moved to how she carried herself. Even now, standing completely bare, she made no effort to cover herself. It was just her, fully exposed and comfortable in her own skin.
Kin stretched her arms above her head, her body arching slightly as she let out a satisfied sigh. The long mission had left her muscles tight, but the shower—and Malik's attention—had worked out much of the tension. She felt lighter now, her body no longer burdened by the grime and exhaustion that had weighed her down.
Malik's gaze followed the movement of her arms, trailing down to the full curve of her breasts, still slightly damp and gleaming under the soft light. Her large, firm bosom swayed gently with her movements, and her thick bush, now clean and glistening with water, caught his attention. He grinned to himself, loving how natural and untamed she looked, just like the wild spirit he had fallen in love with.
Kin turned to face him, catching the look in his eyes. She smirked, her lips curling into that playful grin he knew so well. "Enjoying the view, are we?" she teased, running a hand through her wet hair as she walked toward the bed.
Malik chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe as he crossed the room to meet her. "How could I not?" he replied, his voice warm and teasing. "You look... incredible."
Kin laughed softly, tossing her damp hair over her shoulder as she reached the bed. She sat down on the edge, her legs slightly parted, her posture relaxed and open. She glanced down at her body for a moment before looking back up at Malik with a grin. "Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself."
Malik couldn't help but smile as he approached her, sitting down beside her on the bed. He reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as his fingers trailed down the side of her neck, feeling the warmth of her freshly showered skin. "I'm just glad you're here," he said softly, his tone more serious now. "It's been a long time since we had a moment like this."
Kin's smile softened, her eyes locking with his. She knew exactly what he meant. Between her missions and the constant demands from Orochimaru, moments like these were rare. Too rare. But right now, none of that mattered. She was here, with him, and for once, there were no looming threats or urgent calls to action. Just them.
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her hand resting lightly on his chest. Malik returned the kiss, his hand slipping around her waist as he pulled her closer. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the familiar weight of her curves fitting perfectly against him. As the kiss deepened, Malik's hands wandered, exploring the soft lines of her body, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, and the strong muscles beneath her skin.
Kin broke the kiss first, pulling back slightly as she caught her breath, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know," she began, her voice low and teasing, "we could stay here all day..."
Malik grinned, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb gently tracing small circles on her skin. "And what's stopping us?" he replied, his voice equally playful.
Kin leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at him. "Well, nothing... except maybe the fact that I promised I'd check in with Orochimaru at some point." She rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly not looking forward to that part of her day.
Malik groaned, flopping back onto the bed beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Ugh, do we have to talk about her?"
Kin laughed, rolling onto her side to face him. She rested her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing small patterns on his skin. "Not right now," she said softly, her voice warm and affectionate. "Right now, it's just us."
Malik turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. "Yeah," he murmured, reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently brushing against her skin. "Just us."
For a moment, they lay there in comfortable silence, the weight of the world outside their little bubble forgotten. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their breathing and the occasional drip of water from Kin's hair onto the sheets. The air was warm and still, filled with the scent of soap, steam, and the faint, earthy smell that lingered on Kin's skin.
Kin eventually sighed, sitting up again as she ran a hand through her damp hair. "Alright," she said with a hint of reluctance, "I should probably get dressed before I fall asleep again."
Malik smirked, sitting up beside her. "Or you could just stay like this," he suggested, his voice teasing.
Kin shot him a playful glare, though there was a smile tugging at her lips. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't think wandering around naked all day is going to help me get anything done."
Malik shrugged, clearly unbothered by the idea. "I wouldn't mind," he said with a grin.
Kin laughed, standing up from the bed as she grabbed the towel she had tossed aside earlier. "Of course you wouldn't," she muttered, shaking her head as she dried off the last few drops of water clinging to her skin.
Malik watched her for a moment longer, his grin softening into a more genuine smile. Even after everything she had been through, Kin was still the same strong, determined woman he had fallen in love with. And he wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.
As Kin finished drying off, Malik leaned back against the headboard, his eyes following her every move with an appreciative grin. She caught his gaze in the reflection of the nearby mirror, her lips curling into a playful smile as she tossed the towel over her shoulder.
"You know," Malik began, his voice low and teasing, "before you get dressed and rush off to deal with Orochimaru, how about giving me a little show?"
Kin raised an eyebrow, turning around to face him with a smirk. "A show, huh?" she repeated, folding her arms over her chest as she considered the idea. Her hair was still damp, clinging slightly to her back, and the room's soft light made her skin glow in the most mesmerizing way.
Malik nodded, his grin widening as he sat up straighter. "Just something quick," he said, his tone light but filled with suggestion. "You've got my full attention."
Kin laughed softly, shaking her head, but she didn't refuse. Instead, she stood in the middle of the room, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she turned her back to him. "Alright, but just because you asked nicely," she teased, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Slowly, she let her fingers trace down the sides of her body, her touch light and tantalizing as she slid her hands over her curves. Malik's eyes followed the movement, captivated by the way her skin seemed to shimmer under the soft light. Her large bosom rose and fell with each breath, and as she turned to face him again, her hand brushed over her chest, drawing his attention to the way her shirt clung to her, still slightly damp from the shower.
Kin's confidence radiated as she moved, her hands slipping down to her hips as she swayed them in a slow, sensual rhythm. She stepped closer to the bed, her eyes locked on Malik's, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "Like what you see?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful seduction.
Malik swallowed, nodding as he leaned forward, his gaze never leaving her. "More than you know," he murmured, his voice huskier than before.
Kin chuckled, turning around once more to face away from him. She bent down slowly, her movements deliberate as she reached for the discarded towel, giving Malik a perfect view of her curves. The muscles in her legs and back flexed subtly, her body strong and toned from years of training, yet still soft and inviting in all the right places.
As she straightened up, she tossed the towel aside again, this time with a playful flick of her wrist. "Satisfied?" she asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Malik shook his head, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not even close," he replied, his voice teasing but laced with genuine admiration. "But I guess that'll have to do."
Kin laughed, finally turning back around to face him fully. She walked toward him, her hips still swaying in that effortless, captivating way that only she could pull off. When she reached the edge of the bed, she leaned down, placing her hands on either side of him as she looked him straight in the eye.
"You're impossible, you know that?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.
Malik grinned, reaching up to gently cup her cheek. "And yet, you love me anyway," he whispered back, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her jaw.
Kin rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn't hide the soft smile that crept across her lips. "Yeah, yeah, don't let it go to your head," she muttered, though her voice was filled with affection.
With one last playful kiss, she pulled away, finally standing up straight. "Alright, enough playing around," she said with a smirk. "I've got things to do, and you're not making it any easier."
Malik sighed dramatically, falling back against the pillows. "Fine, fine," he said, waving a hand lazily. "Go be all responsible and whatnot. But don't think I'm letting you off the hook for a real show later."
Kin chuckled, shaking her head as she turned toward the closet to grab her clothes. "We'll see about that," she teased, casting one last playful glance in his direction before starting to get dressed.
As Kin pulled on her clothes, the once intimate and quiet room began to fill with the sounds of fabric rustling and Kin's soft murmurs as she spoke to herself, planning out her day. Malik watched her, still lying back on the bed, his hands folded behind his head, and a contented expression on his face. It was a rare moment of peace in their chaotic lives, and he savored every second of it.
Once dressed, Kin turned to face him, her expression now more serious. "Alright, Malik," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "I have to check in with Orochimaru and see what's next on our agenda. I promise I won't be long."
Malik nodded, understanding the importance of her mission. "Take all the time you need." Malik then pointed to a wall, a door forming from nothing, "Take that door, it will take you to the Hidden Grass Village, I hope that's close enough for you." The door shimmered and sparkled as it materialized, its surface smooth and inviting. Kin took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She stepped through the doorway, her heart pounding as she adjusted to the sudden shift in scenery. The landscape around her changed from the comfort of Malik's mansion to the streets of the Hidden Grass Village.