Chapter 294: Waking Up Slowly
Malik stirred—not abruptly, not all at once—but slowly, as though the very act of waking up required great effort, like the world was asking too much of him too soon.
His senses returned in pieces—
The cool air of the mansion pressing lightly against his skin.
The steady rhythm of Shisui's breathing, warm and controlled.
The firm yet gentle embrace around him, the way she held him without hesitation.
His gold-and-pink eyes barely fluttered open, catching fragments of the dim light, the soft shadows, the perfect serenity of their shared space.
And he realized—
Shisui was still holding him.
Perfect.
"You are finally awake," Shisui murmured, her voice low, smooth, carrying that familiar sharpness.
Malik made a soft noise, muffled against her shoulder, acknowledging her words but making no effort to move.
Shisui did not let go, nor did she shift away from him.
Instead, she began speaking—calmly, methodically, updating him as though she were simply confirming the facts of the world.
"You have been summoned to the Land of Snow."
Malik hummed—noncommittal, uninterested in the weight of responsibility just yet.
"Haku sent word," Shisui continued, her fingers brushing absentmindedly through his dark curls, as if her tone wasn't already grounding him back into reality.
"The daimyo wishes to speak with you. In private."
That got a slight reaction.
Malik shifted slightly, adjusting his position, but instead of addressing the matter—
He simply buried himself deeper into her hold, his face pressing against her collarbone, his arms pulling her closer, as though that alone could silence anything remotely resembling responsibility.
"Thank you, Sui-Sui," Malik murmured, his words thick with sleep, carrying genuine warmth even as he refused to acknowledge what the information meant for him just yet.
Shisui sighed—a slow, quiet sigh that was equal parts exasperation and indulgence, like she had expected this outcome the moment he woke up.
"You are the worst," she muttered, but she did not let him go.
Instead, she reached beneath the side table, her hand finding the fabric she had prepared beforehand, and in one fluid motion—
She pulled out a blanket, unfolding it smoothly before wrapping them both inside its warmth, fully committing to the situation Malik had trapped them in.
Malik made a pleased, satisfied noise, curling deeper, sinking further into comfort, as though he had already won whatever unspoken battle existed between them today.
And Shisui—
She simply let him.
Because if she was going to lose?
She was going to do it efficiently.
Malik nestled deeper into Shisui's embrace, his body molding against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle made to fit. The thick blanket she had draped over them both created a cocoon of shared warmth, a sanctuary from the world outside.
Malik breathed in her familiar scent—clean, sharp, with an underlying sweetness that was uniquely her.
"I could stay like this forever," Malik murmured, his voice a soft, lazy hum against her skin.
Shisui's fingers continued to thread through his hair, her grip firm but not restrictive.
"And yet, I suspect the daimyo of the Land of Snow would disagree," she replied dryly, though there was no real urgency in her tone.
If anything, she sounded resigned, as if she had already accepted that this moment of quiet indulgence would be the only resistance they offered to the demands of the world.
Malik hummed again, a sound of acknowledgment rather than agreement. Malik's hand returned to Shisui's large full breasts, her tight black sleeping shirt warm from her body heat,
"I'm kinda feeling spicy, mind if you and me get naughty?" he asked his face now baried between her braless fat soft breasts.
Shisui's fingers paused mid-stroke in Malik's hair, her breathing steady but controlled. She did not immediately push him away, nor did she make a move to escalate the situation. Instead, she remained still, her body pressed against his, as if considering his words with the same sharp precision she applied to everything else.
After a moment, she spoke, her words laced with amusement and something else—perhaps reluctant approval. "Spicy, is it?" Her other hand moved to rest on the small of his back, her nails tracing slow, deliberate patterns against his skin. "You do realize, don't you, that the daimyo's summons still awaits?"
Malik's lips brushed against the swell of her breast as he nuzzled closer, his hands shifting to grip her hips. "I realize," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
"But I also realize that I have you right here." He moved up, and looked at her face, her long black hair flowing everwhere, her green make-up and lipstick still perfect, until he leaned in and kissed her deep. Shisui kissed him back, her lips moving against his with a measured intensity that bordered on challenge. She was no stranger to passion, but there was always something deliberate about the way she approached it—like she was testing the waters, seeing just how far she was willing to let herself fall.
Her hands, which had been idly tracing his back, now moved with purpose, gripping his sides and pulling him even closer. The heat of her body radiated against his, her skin smooth and warm beneath his touch. She broke the kiss for just a moment, her breath coming in slow, controlled bursts before she spoke in a low, teasing murmur.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Malik," she whispered, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
His breath hitched as he felt her nails lightly scrape against his lower back, his body already responding to her touch.
"I promise to handle it later but at the moment I plan on making love to my sexy ninja wife, do you have a problem with that, my, Sexy ninja wife!?" he told her pausing and waiting for her answer.
Shisui's fingers remained at the waistband of his pants, her nails lightly grazing his skin, her green-lined eyes locked onto his with an intense, calculating gaze. Her usual composure was still present, but there was a spark of something else—amusement, perhaps, or simply the acknowledgment that she had already lost this battle the moment he had made his move.
Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, and she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "No, Malik. I don't have a problem with that."
Her hand slipped lower, past the fabric, her touch deliberate, precise, just as he would expect from her. She didn't rush, didn't hesitate—she simply acted, as if this was just another part of the dance between them, one that she had long since mastered.
As she pulled down his shorts, he pulled down hers, he could smell the fact she wasn't wearing panties, her thick full black pubic bush brushing softly on his hands.
Malik felt the heat of Shisui's body against his, the thick bush of her pubic hair a soft, enticing presence as his hands explored her. She was warm and inviting, her breath coming in slow, measured pants as he touched her. Her hips moved slightly, pressing closer, her body silently begging for more.
He kissed her again, his lips moving against hers with urgency and desire. His hands slipped lower, cupping her bare ass, pulling her flush against him.
Shisui responded by wrapping a leg around his waist, her heel digging into the small of his back as she guided him closer. There was no hesitation in her movements, no hesitation in her actions. She was all in, just as he had known she would be.
Her hand found him, her grip firm as she stroked him, her thumb tracing slow circles. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the kiss, her body arching into his touch.
"I want to taste you or do you need me inside you now?" he asked in a soft low voice. Shisui's breath caught, her hips pressing forward almost imperceptibly as she considered his words. Her black eyes, still perfectly made up despite the intimacy of the moment, met his with a sharp intensity.
"I need you inside me," she said finally, her words husky and confident.
"Now!"
In one fluid motion, she rolled, pinning Malik beneath her. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she looked down at him with a predatory smile.
She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. Malik's hands roamed across Shisui's smooth, muscular body, gripping her hips as she straddled him.
The heat between her thighs was intense, her wetness evident even before she lowered herself onto him. She took her time, guiding him into her with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving his. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely, her inner walls clenching around him in a tight, welcoming embrace.
She began to move, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving faint red marks as she rode him with confidence and control. Each thrust was measured, precise, as if she were executing a complex ninja technique rather than simply making love. Her breathing quickened, but she maintained her composure, her green-lined eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was almost hypnotic.
"Is this what you wanted, Malik?"
"yes . . .," he said, "but it would be even better if you took your top off, I wanna see your big tits bounce, as any husband would."
Shisui's lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers already moving to the hem of her black sleeping shirt. She sat up, her body arching as she slowly pulled the fabric over her head, revealing her large, full breasts in all their natural glory.
The soft mounds bounced slightly as she tossed the shirt aside, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. "Better now, husband?" she asked, her words laced with teasing amusement as she placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out proudly.
Without waiting for an answer, she leaned down, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. The sensation was electric, his soft flesh yielding against her harder muscles and soft warm breasts. She rocked her hips, grinding down on him as her nipples grazed his skin.
Her mouth found his again, her kiss deep and hungry, her tongue exploring with the same calculated precision she applied to everything else.
"I hope you're enjoying the view."
Shisui stiffened instantly, her head snapping toward the sound of a polite but unmistakably urgent knock on the door at the far end of the hallway. Her usually calm expression hardened into a cold, controlled mask as she straightened up and swiftly gathered herself, retrieving her discarded clothing in precise, efficient movements.
"Enter," she called out, voice carrying an edge that dared the person behind the door to challenge the timing.
The door opened just enough for a young woman, dressed in the unmistakable attire of Shisui's ROOT operatives, to slip inside. She bowed deeply and respectfully, eyes trained downward in an attempt at discretion. Her short dark hair fell neatly around a face marked by professionalism and practiced neutrality. Yet despite her evident discipline, her gaze flickered upward—briefly but undeniably—to the scene before her.
Malik, glowing softly with residual magic, reclined lazily on the large plushy couch, his milk-chocolate skin glowing as if it was catching the faint, early-morning light in a way that accentuated every soft, inviting curve of his chubby form. His presence filled the air effortlessly, his aura radiating an irresistible magnetism that would draw even the most disciplined eyes.
Shisui's eyes narrowed sharply, detecting her subordinate's unintended glance instantly. With the smooth but firm authority she'd perfected through years of command, she stepped directly into the ninja's line of sight, completely blocking Malik from view. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving, a silent but powerful reprimand that cut through the room's heavy atmosphere.
The ninja immediately flinched, quickly returning her focus to the floor. "Forgive my intrusion, Lady Shisui," she spoke clearly but respectfully, her voice low. "Lady Tsunade requests your immediate presence at the Hokage's office."
Shisui nodded, her expression softening slightly now that order had been restored. "Understood. Inform Lady Tsunade I will arrive shortly."
"At once, my lady," the ninja acknowledged, preparing to leave.
Before the subordinate could slip back through the door, Shisui's voice stopped her abruptly. "Wait."
The ninja froze immediately, her posture tense. Shisui's voice softened marginally but remained stern. "I expect your eyes to be better disciplined in the future," she advised calmly but clearly, authority thick in every syllable.
"Understood," the subordinate replied hastily, bowing deeper this time, face visibly flushed with embarrassment. "My sincerest apologies, Lady Shisui."
Shisui dismissed her with a small wave. The door closed quietly behind the ninja, the faint sound resonating sharply through the silence that followed.
Malik chuckled gently from behind Shisui, his amusement clear even as he stretched leisurely, still comfortable amidst the interruption. "You can't blame her entirely," he teased lightly, watching Shisui's back with warmth. "It's my charm—natural incubus magnetism, you know?"
Shisui turned, arms crossed tightly beneath her chest, one eyebrow raised skeptically. "Is that what you're calling it now?" Her tone held dry amusement layered over mild annoyance.
Malik smiled sweetly, lifting both hands in a peaceful gesture. "Not my fault I'm irresistibly alluring," he defended lightly, but his smile quickly softened. "But I apologize for the trouble."
Shisui shook her head slowly, her expression softening as she looked at him. "It's not your fault," she finally allowed, sighing softly as she stepped closer, allowing herself one brief moment to lean down and kiss him gently, reassuringly. "I simply prefer that my subordinates maintain their discipline at all times."
He smiled against her lips, savoring the tender exchange for just a moment before pulling away reluctantly. Malik reached up, gently brushing back a strand of her silky black hair from her face, his eyes filled with genuine warmth. "Sounds like it's finally time for me to take that trip to the Land of Snow," he said gently, acknowledging the unspoken truth lingering in the room.
Shisui nodded slightly, stepping back to straighten her clothing fully. She quickly adjusted herself, effortlessly regaining her usual calm professionalism. "Yes. And it seems Tsunade is eager to speak with me as well. Duty calls us both."
Malik sighed dramatically but with obvious amusement, rising slowly from the bed. "I suppose the universe has spoken." He gave her a playful, resigned look. "Next time, I'll triple-check my spells for interruptions."
"See that you do," Shisui replied firmly, though her lips twitched into a faint smile despite herself. "I expect to finish what we've started without further interruption."
Malik's laughter echoed softly, rich and genuine. "Yes, ma'am. Consider it a promise."
Shisui moved to the door, opening it again, her demeanor now perfectly composed. She paused just briefly at the threshold, looking back to him with a soft, sincere gaze that only he could see. "Be careful in the Land of Snow, Malik."
He smiled warmly, reassuringly, his eyes filled with affection and trust. "Always am."
She nodded silently and stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click that signified a shift from intimacy back to the demands of their respective duties. Alone again, Malik exhaled slowly, stretching once more before gathering his clothes, mentally preparing himself for the journey ahead.
It was time to visit the Land of Snow—duty awaited.