Chapter 320: I'll think about it.
The training field—technically a private space tucked halfway into a cave beneath a ridge of frost-heavy stone—still retained the echo of Zabuza's intensity. Cracks lined the far walls from where she'd once slammed chakra into slabs of enchanted granite; the floor was hardened obsidian with chakra-threaded seams to absorb high-impact damage; and the air held a faint mineral tang, earthy and cold. But today, it was quiet.
And hot.
Fugai was training.
Malik had found himself a perch—folded cushions on a wide slab of warmed stone—and was currently sipping from a chilled flask of mountain plum tea while observing his brawler-in-chief with the appreciative silence of a man who knew exactly what he liked and was not ashamed of it.
Fugai, for her part, was completely engrossed in her training. The cave chill did nothing to touch her. Her skin steamed faintly from exertion, and her breath came in steady exhalations that somehow never disturbed the tranquil rhythm she carried when lifting massive stone weights repurposed from old shrine markers.
She wore snug training pants reinforced at the knees and a cropped sleeveless top—more like a heavy wrap tied across her chest—leaving her shoulders, arms, and midsection bare to the elements. Her long light brown hair was cinched into a tight, high bun, its precision unmistakably Malik's handiwork from earlier that morning, and her white skin glistened under the soft training lights—sweat painting trails across the curves of her biceps, collarbone, and lower back.
And yes, her armpits were decidedly unshaven.
Malik noted them with the quiet reverence of a cultured man who saw beauty in confidence, presence, and unapologetic power. The thick trail of hair beneath her arms didn't offend him—it was Fugai. It suited her, and she had long since stopped caring if anyone commented. He respected that. And in moments like this, he also admired it.
Her muscles rolled visibly beneath the skin with each stretch and lift—deliberate, functional, unpretentious. She was strong. Not just in skill, but in rhythm. Her power wasn't ornamental; it was lived-in, earned.
He took another sip of tea.
Fugai slammed a granite weight down and leaned back against a pillar to stretch. One leg hooked over the other, hands overhead, spine arching as she loosened tight muscle groups. Her top clung to her chest from sweat, and her slow breath brought every sculpted detail into sharper contrast.
Malik didn't interrupt. Didn't even grin.
He just watched.
She glanced his way once, violet eyes narrowing with casual amusement.
"You're just going to sit there and drink iced tea like I'm a drama performance?"
Malik blinked innocently. "I'm giving the proper reverence to my future wife working hard and looking powerful. Would you rather I critique your technique?"
"Absolutely not," Fugai said, deadpan. "You correct form like a yoga instructor with a fever dream."
Malik laughed softly. "You look good."
Fugai didn't reply, but her smirk deepened—and that was enough.
In truth, she appreciated it. Malik was never subtle, but he was always sincere. Watching him admire her from the sidelines didn't make her feel ogled—it made her feel seen. And Kamira, dear meddling sister that she was, had taken Haido off her hands for a few hours. The pup was chewing through winter boots somewhere else now. Bliss.
Fugai picked up the next weight—an older one, covered in moss and scratches—and hoisted it onto one shoulder. She paced in slow circles, planning the rhythm of the next set, mentally calculating Zabuza's most recent technique and how to counter it if Malik ever allowed that friendly sparring match.
"Still not going to let me test Zabuza?" she asked aloud, not looking back.
"I'm considering," Malik replied, sipping again.
"Every time you say that, another tree somewhere feels nervous."
Malik grinned. "You are persuasive."
"Only when I wear down your patience," Fugai muttered, rolling her neck with an audible crack.
And so the afternoon continued.
Malik watching. Fugai working.
Two people entirely comfortable in the quiet gravity between them.
Not teasing. Not performing.
Just sharing space.
And for them?
That was more than enough.
Malik settled back into his makeshift throne of plush cushions atop warmed stone, savoring another sip of icy mountain plum tea as Fugai continued her rigorous workout. If ever there were a time to quietly appreciate the sculpted beauty of disciplined strength and powerful grace, Malik knew it was now—and Fugai provided an ample spectacle.
Fugai transitioned smoothly from lifting into deep, deliberate stretches, every movement a testament to hard-earned strength and careful control. She stood in profile, arms raised above her head, back arched gently, stretching the powerful lines of her torso. Malik's gaze followed each subtle shift in her posture, admiring the confidence in her movements and the unapologetic ease with which she inhabited her powerful body.
Her chest rose and fell slowly with each deep, controlled breath, drawing Malik's attention unashamedly. Her very, very large bosom, full and heavy, strained against her cropped top, the soft wrap fabric valiantly attempting to hold her curves in place as she stretched. The faintest hint of pink flushed across Malik's cheeks as he watched the tantalizing bounce and jiggle, appreciating every moment of subtle movement. He marveled at how effortlessly Fugai carried herself, every breath and stretch making her ample curves move with rhythmic, hypnotic grace.
She turned slowly, reaching forward to grasp her toes, her broad, muscular back and shoulders rippling beneath her pale, sweat-slicked skin. Malik's eyes drifted downward along her toned body, noting the smooth, powerful definition of her lower back, hips, and the flawless curves of her rear, perfectly showcased in snug, dark training pants that hugged her form deliciously.
As Fugai moved, Malik's gaze lingered appreciatively on her generous backside, admiring its perfect blend of roundness and firmness—curvy yet powerful. Every subtle shift of her hips and legs sent mesmerizing ripples through her body, capturing his full attention. He felt no need to hide his admiration—this was his future wife, after all, and he adored every strong, alluring inch of her.
Her stretches became increasingly intricate, each pose demonstrating the precise control she held over her physique. Malik admired the flex of her thighs and calves, firm muscle lines clearly defined beneath her clothing. Fugai pivoted, shifting her weight into a low lunge, arms sweeping elegantly overhead. Her violet eyes met Malik's for a split second, sparkling with amusement at his blatant admiration, a tiny smirk curving her lips.
He smiled back, unashamed.
After several more minutes of stretching and posing—Malik feeling deeply grateful for Fugai's intense dedication to fitness—she straightened, rolling her shoulders and exhaling deeply, signaling the end of her session. With slow, confident steps, she walked toward him, each deliberate stride accentuating her toned legs and hips.
Malik openly enjoyed the sight, savoring each step, the hypnotic sway of her curves mesmerizing him. He leaned back casually, drink forgotten, eyes fully focused on the formidable woman approaching. Her very large, magnificent bosom bounced gently with each step, her sweat-glistening skin practically glowing beneath the training area's dim, cave-filtered light. Her unshaven armpits, bold and confident, added an unmistakable charm unique to Fugai—natural, powerful, undeniably captivating.
When Fugai reached him, Malik barely had time to set down his drink before she scooped him effortlessly from his comfortable perch. Before he could protest—though truthfully, he had no intention of protesting—Fugai's strong arms wrapped around his neck, locking him playfully yet firmly into a gentle chokehold.
She pressed her body tightly against his back, the delightful softness of her ample bosom molding perfectly into him, her heated skin warm and inviting despite the chill of their surroundings.
"Alright, sweetheart," she whispered in his ear, her voice low, sultry, and teasingly dangerous. "You know exactly what I want."
Malik chuckled, attempting a playful struggle—but not too earnestly. He quite enjoyed Fugai's unique method of persuasion. "Are we really resorting to strong-arming, my lovely warrior?"
"If words won't do, perhaps strength might," she murmured, tightening her grip slightly, pressing her generous curves harder against his back. Her breath tickled the sensitive spot behind his ear, sending delightful shivers down his spine.
"Careful," Malik teased, his voice breathy, half-laughing, half-serious. "I might start enjoying this too much."
"That's the idea," Fugai replied with a smirk audible in her voice.
Malik smiled mischievously, slipping smoothly out of Fugai's hold—grateful for his skills in playful escapes—and spinning gracefully around to face her. He didn't hesitate for even a second; he cupped her face tenderly, guiding her lips to meet his in a passionate kiss that left no doubt of his feelings. Their kiss was deep and sweet, Fugai melting willingly against him, all playful resistance momentarily forgotten.
When their lips finally parted, Fugai huffed softly, cheeks flushed prettily as she crossed her arms under her abundant chest, her beautiful violet eyes narrowing in an adorably defiant pout.
"Still doesn't change anything," she grumbled, her voice adorably sulky. "You always give Kamira and Ranke whatever they want, but never me. How's that fair, Malik?"
Malik blinked, caught genuinely off guard by the unexpected sincerity in her complaint. Fugai rarely voiced jealousy or discontent. This sudden confession, small and vulnerable beneath her usual strength, struck a tender chord deep within him.
"Fugai," he murmured, stepping closer again, gently brushing stray strands of hair from her face, "that's not how it is. You know how deeply I love you."
She sighed softly, meeting his gaze with rare openness. "I know you do. But you indulge Kamira's silly whims, you give Ranke her crazy demands all the time…but me? The one thing I really ask—just one friendly fight with Zabuza—and it's always 'maybe' or 'later.'"
Malik's heart softened at her genuine frustration. He cupped her cheeks tenderly, guiding her gaze back to him. "You're right. I've been hesitant. Not because I doubt you, Fugai. Never that. But because I treasure you so much that even a friendly spar makes me cautious."
She leaned gently into his hands, eyes softening. "I understand. I just…want you to trust my strength too. This matters to me."
Malik exhaled deeply, meeting her gaze with newfound resolve. "I promise—I truly promise—I'll seriously think about it this time. I'll talk to Zabuza, and if I'm confident you both won't kill each other, you'll have your spar. Because I love you that much."
Fugai's lips quirked into a gentle, satisfied smile, the warmth of his words visibly easing her tension. "That's all I ask."
She leaned forward again, resting her forehead against his, eyes closed, breathing his scent deeply.
"I love you, Malik."
He smiled, caressing her cheek softly. "And I love you more than you know."
They stood there quietly, sharing warmth and closeness, promises lingering sweetly between them—two hearts finally aligned, deeper trust forged, and Malik feeling grateful beyond words that he had the honor of loving someone as beautifully strong as Fugai.
As Fugai held Malik close, she could feel the growing hardness pressing against her. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. With a sudden, playful aggression, she sank her teeth into the soft skin of Malik's neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to draw blood. Malik gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him, his body responding to her fierce touch.
With a swift motion, Fugai pushed Malik onto the ground, face up. He landed with a soft thud, looking up at her with a mixture of surprise and desire. Fugai's eyes were dark with hunger as she quickly freed his hard, black cock from his pants. It stood thick and proud, a testament to the passion between them.
Fugai climbed on top of Malik, positioning herself in the 69 pose. Malik got a good look at her ass, firm and round, encased in her snug training pants. Her camel toe was visible, a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath the fabric. Fugai ground herself down hard on Malik's face, her wetness pressing against his lips. Malik didn't need air; he was more than happy to be smothered by her.
Fugai slid Malik's hard, hot staff between her large, fat breasts. The heavy wrap tied across her chest made her cleavage super tight, and her sweat made the valley between her breasts sleek and wet. She began to move, her breasts sliding up and down the length of Malik's cock, the sensation driving him wild.
Malik's hands gripped Fugai's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she continued to tease him. Every time the head of his cock popped out from between her breasts, Fugai would lean down and plant a soft, wet kiss on it, her lips lingering for a moment before she continued her rhythmic motion.
Malik's breath hitched as Fugai's mouth closed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling teasingly before she took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. The dual stimulation of her breasts and her skilled lips was almost too much to bear, waves of pleasure crashing through his body as she continued her tantalizing movements.
Fugai moaned softly, the vibrations traveling up Malik's shaft and sending shivers coursing through him. Her hips rolled, grinding her clothed pussy against his face, the thin fabric of her training pants doing little to hide her arousal. Malik's tongue darted out, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh, tasting her through the damp material.
Fugai's rhythm faltered for a moment, her breasts momentarily still as she gasped, her free hand gripping the base of Malik's cock. She recovered quickly, resuming her movements with renewed vigor, her hips rocking more insistently against his face.
The pleasure built inside Malik, his body tensing as he approached the edge. Fugai could feel it too, her own body responding to the intensity of their connection. She ground herself harder against Malik's face, her moans muffled by his cock as she worked him with her breasts.
With a final, desperate thrust, Malik buried himself deep between Fugai's breasts, his cock pulsing as he released a massive amount of very thick, hot cum. It sprayed all over her tits, covering them in his seed, a good amount even spraying on her face and waiting mouth. Fugai cried out, her body trembling as she climaxed around him, her breasts clamping down on his cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Fugai's body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her hips grinding against Malik's face as she came hard. The sensation of Malik's cum on her skin, the taste of him in her mouth, sent her over the edge. She cried out, her voice echoing through the cave as she climaxed, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Fugai leaned down and bit Malik's cock, hard. Malik gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him. Fugai's tongue flicked out, licking the sensitive skin as she whispered, her voice hungry and desperate, "Get ready to fuck me for a good long while."
Malik groaned, his body responding to her words, his cock hardening once again. Fugai's eyes were dark with desire as she positioned herself over him, her body ready to take him in.
Fugai stood, her powerful legs flexing as she slowly pulled down her tight training pants. The fabric caught on her thick thighs, stretching taut before finally slipping past her hips and down to the floor. As she stepped out of the pants, the full extent of her wild, unkempt bush came into view. It was massive, a tangled mass of coarse brown hair that covered her entire pubic area and spilled onto her inner thighs. The bush was so dense and thick that at first, it obscured her pussy entirely, creating a wild and primal sight.
Fugai used one hand to part the dense curls, slowly spreading them apart to reveal the glistening folds beneath. Her thick, brown pussy lips were swollen with arousal, peeking out from beneath the heavy curtain of hair. As she spread herself open, the slick inner flesh of her cunt came into view, glistening with her juices. The contrast between Fugai's thick, coarse bush and her slick, pink inner folds was intoxicating. Malik's eyes were locked on the tantalizing sight, his cock twitching at the base of his shaft as she continued to spread herself open. The dense curls of her pubic hair framed her pussy perfectly, creating a wild, primal aesthetic that made Malik's mouth water.
Fugai's fingers played with her swollen lips, teasing and pulling them apart to give Malik an even better view of her dripping cunt. Her thick bush moved with her every breath, the coarse curls brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a musky and intense fragrance that drove Malik wild with desire. He could see the way her pussy pulsed, her arousal coating her inner folds as she watched his reaction with hungry eyes. "Don't tease me, Fugai. I want you to ride me as hard as you can, if you're up to the challenge, that is?" Malik told her his eyes were drinking in her body. Fugai's eyes burned with lust at Malik's challenge, her thick bush quivering slightly as she let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Oh, I'm more than up for the challenge, handsome," she growled, her voice husky with desire. She straddled Malik's hips, her massive bush brushing against his stomach as she lowered herself down. The coarse curls tickled his skin, sending shivers of anticipation through his body.
Fugai reached back and grabbed hold of Malik's cock, positioning it at her dripping entrance. With a wicked grin, she slowly sank down onto him, her thick pussy lips stretching to accommodate his girth. A long, low moan escaped her throat as she took him in, her bush pressing down against his pelvis. Her swollen clit rubbed against the base of his shaft, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. Fugai's massive bush created a dense curtain around Malik's cock as she slowly sank onto him, the coarse curls of her pubic hair brushing against his thighs. Her thick, brown pussy lips stretched obscenely around his shaft, the slick inner flesh of her cunt pulsing and rippling as she took him deeper. The sheer volume of her pubic hair made a thick, matted ring around where their bodies joined, a wild and primal sight that emphasized the carnal nature of their union.
Fugai's hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her bush swaying with the motion as she rose and fell on Malik's cock. Each thrust brought a gush of her arousal, coating his shaft and the dense curls of her bush. The coarse hair rubbed against her sensitive clit with every movement, driving her wild with pleasure.