Chapter 283: "A Visit to the Shimura Compound."
Deep in the Forest as Malik moved effortlessly through the dense forest, his golden and pink magic subtly pulsing around him as he traced the familiar route toward Danzō Shimura's compound.
Though officially exiled from direct control over the Hidden Leaf, Danzō had retained a loyal force—former female Root operatives who had followed her into isolation, now functioning as her personal staff.
They weren't just maids or guards—they were soldiers, bound to her by conviction rather than duty.
And despite Malik's high status, they didn't trust him entirely.
As Malik neared the compound's entrance—a towering wooden gate, reinforced with seals and subtle security mechanisms—a pair of guards materialized from the shadows, their movements silent and measured.
Their black robes were tailored for efficiency rather than elegance, their stances rigid and ready for confrontation.
One of them—a woman with sharp violet eyes and cropped silver hair—fixed him with a calculated stare.
"State your purpose."
Malik grinned, his pink eyes shimmering faintly.
"Visiting my lovely Danzō, of course," he said smoothly. "Unless she's suddenly decided to revoke my privileges as her husband?"
The silver-haired guard didn't react, but Malik caught the faint glance she exchanged with the second woman—a dark-haired kunoichi standing slightly behind her.
They weren't denying him entry.
But they were testing him.
As the guards began to search Malik, their hands moving deftly over his body, he smiled to himself, knowing that he had a secret advantage. With a subtle flicker of his golden and pink magic, he activated his X-ray vision, allowing him to see through the guards' clothing and into their undergarments.
The silver-haired guard, whose name tag over her head read "Enaka," was wearing a pair of sleek black panties with a subtle lace trim. The fabric was thin and stretchy, molding to her toned thighs and hips. Her bra was a matching black, with a delicate strap that dug gently into her shoulder. Malik's X-ray vision revealed that Enaka's breasts were small but perky, with a subtle curve that hinted at a larger size than they initially appeared. Her nipples were a deep pink, and her areolae were small and delicate.
As Malik's gaze lingered on Enaka's undergarments, he turned his attention to the second guard, a dark-haired kunoichi named "Imoyik." Imoyik's panties were a deep purple, with a bold floral pattern that seemed to dance across the fabric. Her bra was a matching purple, with a delicate strap that framed her breasts like a work of art. Malik's X-ray vision revealed that Imoyik's breasts were slightly larger than Enaka's, with a fuller curve and a more pronounced nipple. Her nipples were a light brown, and her areolae were slightly larger than Enaka's.
As Malik continued to scan the guards' undergarments, he decided to turn his X-ray vision up a level, allowing him to see their naked bodies in all their glory. Enaka's body was toned and athletic, with a subtle definition that hinted at her rigorous training regimen. Her breasts were small but firm, with a subtle curve that seemed to defy gravity. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, revealing a smooth and sleek pussy with thin lips that seemed to pout slightly.
Imoyik's body, on the other hand, was slightly more curvaceous, with a fuller figure that seemed to accentuate her breasts and hips. Her breasts were slightly larger than Enaka's, with a more pronounced curve and a deeper nipple. Her pubic hair was slightly longer than Enaka's, with a subtle trim that framed her pussy like a work of art. Her pussy lips were slightly thicker than Enaka's, with a more pronounced pout that seemed to invite attention.
As the guards finished their search and stepped back, Malik smiled to himself, knowing that he had gleaned a wealth of information from his X-ray vision. He nodded at the guards, his pink eyes shimmering with amusement.
"Thanks for the search, ladies," he said smoothly. "I'm glad to see that you're taking your duties so seriously."
Enaka and Imoyik exchanged a wary glance, their faces expressionless. But Malik could sense a hint of curiosity behind their eyes, a spark of interest that seemed to flicker like a flame.
"Follow us, Malik," Enaka said finally, her voice crisp and professional. "Danzō is waiting for you."
As Malik followed the guards into the compound, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knew that Danzō was waiting for him, and he was eager to see what she had in store. But he was also aware that the guards were watching him, their eyes fixed on him like hawks on the hunt.
And Malik knew that he had to be careful, lest he reveal his true intentions and blow his cover. But for now, he was content to play the game, to dance with the guards and Danzō in a delicate ballet of power and deception.
After all, in the world of espionage and counter-espionage, one had to be prepared for anything. And Malik was always prepared, his golden and pink magic at the ready, his X-ray vision and his cunning mind poised to strike at a moment's notice.
((P.S - His cover is that I'm totally not going to do anything weird with Danzō, Malik's mind is weird sometimes, I don't know what to tell you.))
Without another word, the gates creaked open, revealing the sprawling expanse of the Shimura estate—an architectural masterpiece hidden within the depths of the forest.
The main structure was an elegant blend of traditional woodwork and modern reinforcements, reflecting Danzō's ability to merge pragmatism with power.
The pathways leading through the estate were meticulously maintained, lined with ornate lanterns that flickered with soft, warm light despite the eeriness of the surrounding woods.
Malik strode forward, completely at ease, despite the lingering presence of silent watchers perched in hidden alcoves.
He could feel them.
Even when they didn't move.
Even when they didn't breathe loudly enough for a normal shinobi to detect them.
"Danzō really does love her little shadows," Malik murmured to himself, smirking slightly.
Malik entered the main hall, where a handful of Danzō's personal staff bustled about, adjusting scrolls, tidying spaces, and handling various administrative duties with an efficiency that bordered on military precision.
None of them addressed him outright.
But none of them ignored him, either.
And then, she entered.
Danzō Shimura—his second wife and the mother of his 'first' child—moved with the same commanding presence she had always carried.
The years of war had been erased from her skin by Malik's magic, restoring her to a mature yet breathtaking woman, her long black hair tied back elegantly, her posture regal.
She wore a deep black kimono, embroidered with subtle designs, the fabric draping fluidly over her form while still allowing for ease of movement.
And, despite her past restraint, Malik caught the soft flicker of warmth in her expression when she laid eyes on him.
"You took your time," Danzō said smoothly, her voice as sharp as ever.
Malik grinned, stepping forward.
"Miss me, did you?"
She scoffed.
"I don't waste energy missing people."
"Ah," Malik mused, tilting his head. "So you missed me efficiently?"
Danzō rolled her eyes, turning with effortless grace as she gestured for him to follow.
"Come," she instructed. "We have things to discuss."
Malik followed Danzō into her private chamber, a large yet intimately designed space, furnished with bookshelves, scroll-laden desks, and a view of the moonlit forest through an open balcony.
She settled into a seat, adjusting her sleeves with absentminded precision before finally looking at him.
"You've been causing problems," she stated flatly.
Malik smirked, leaning against a nearby wall.
"When don't I?"
Danzō let out a slow breath, her sharp gaze meeting his.
"The Akatsuki are closing in."
Malik nodded, completely unfazed.
"I'm aware."
Danzō studied him for a long moment, and then—surprisingly—she sighed, shaking her head.
"You are reckless, Malik."
He stepped closer, tilting his chin slightly.
"And yet you married me."
She scoffed, but he caught the faint twitch of amusement in her lips.
"Tsunade arranged it," Danzō reminded him, "as punishment."
Malik grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss against her forehead before murmuring—
"And yet you fell for me anyway."
Danzō said nothing—but she didn't move away, either.
And Malik took that victory gladly, Malik stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his golden and pink aura pulsing faintly around him. Danzō sat at the edge of her chair, her posture still rigid, her sharp black eyes focused on a stack of scrolls before her, as though ignoring him might deter his usual antics.
It wouldn't.
He slid behind her, lowering himself slightly, his warm hands gently resting against her stomach—a rare gesture of intimacy between them. He knew Danzō hated unnecessary displays of affection, but this wasn't just about her—it was about their child, the life growing within her.
"You know the gender yet?" Malik asked, his voice smooth but genuinely curious.
Danzō didn't react at first.
Then, after a beat, she exhaled.
"I do," she admitted flatly.
"And?" Malik pressed, his grin widening slightly.
"And I don't plan on telling you."
Malik rolled his eyes, his hands pressing slightly more firmly against her stomach in protest.
"Seriously? You're really going to keep that from me?"
Danzō gave him a side glance, unimpressed.
"Does it make a difference?" she asked, her tone dry.
"Of course it doesn't," Malik sighed dramatically, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric of her kimono, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate silk.
He leaned closer, resting his chin lightly against her shoulder, his voice dropping into something softer.
"No matter the gender, our child is going to have everything they could ever want," he murmured, his pink and golden eyes flickering. "My wealth, my protection, my magic. They'll never know a life without abundance."
Danzō remained silent.
Not in defiance.
Not in refusal.
But in calculated acceptance, her expression unreadable.
Malik knew her well enough to understand that she agreed—she just didn't feel the need to voice it.
"You really love being a mystery, don't you?" Malik mused, pulling away slowly.
Danzō didn't respond.
She simply returned to her scrolls, her quiet dismissal clear.
Malik sighed, standing up straight.
"Fine. Keep your secrets."
Despite the late/Early hour, the Shimura Compound remained awake, the soft hum of activity lingering beneath the surface. Danzō's loyal staff, former Root operatives, moved throughout the halls like ghosts—efficient, focused, and utterly devoid of unnecessary conversation.
And Malik wanted to know exactly how they felt about him.
Being an incubus, an empath of the highest order, meant this task was significantly easier than one might think.
Even highly trained Root ninja, conditioned to suppress all emotion, couldn't completely conceal what they felt from someone like Malik.
And tonight?
He was feeling particularly mischievous.
Malik spotted the silver-haired kunoichi he had seen earlier—the one who had hesitated at the entrance gate before allowing him through.
Her violet eyes immediately snapped to him the moment he stepped closer.
"I don't need anything from you," she said, voice calm but clearly guarded.
Malik grinned, crossing his arms.
"Need? Oh no, I'm not here to offer anything. I'm just curious."
Her gaze narrowed slightly, a flicker of caution in her expression.
"Curious about what?"
Malik leaned forward, lowering his voice with deliberate ease.
"How do you really feel about me?"
The silver-haired guard's jaw tightened slightly, her violet eyes flickering with unspoken restraint.
"I think you are… unnecessary," she replied carefully.
Malik laughed, tilting his head.
"Unnecessary? Oh, that's cold, sweetheart."
She rolled her eyes, clearly irritated.
"I don't see the point in you," she clarified. "Lady Shimura does not require affection. She does not require softness. And you bring both."
Malik smirked, sensing the slight waver in her energy.
"And yet she kept me."
The silver-haired kunoichi didn't respond, but Malik caught the briefest flicker of hesitation in her aura before she turned away entirely.
Malik made his way to the compound's kitchen, where several staff members—former combat-trained operatives now turned logistical experts—worked meticulously to prepare meals despite the late hour.
He leaned against the doorway, his pink eyes scanning the silent efficiency with appreciation.
"So tell me," Malik said smoothly, addressing no one in particular, "how does Lady Shimura treat you all? Fair? Strict?"
The kitchen staff barely paused, their movements uninterrupted.
One of them—a petite, sharp-eyed woman with short brown hair—finally acknowledged him, looking up briefly.
"Lady Shimura is fair," she replied simply, her tone clinical.
Malik smirked, sensing the subtle pulse of admiration beneath her otherwise neutral demeanor.
"You respect her," Malik mused, watching her movements carefully.
"Of course," the woman responded. "She is our leader."
"And yet you stayed," Malik pointed out, leaning forward slightly.
The small flicker of emotion rippled through her aura—a hint of loyalty, wrapped in something deeper.
She did not reply, instead returning to her work.
Malik grinned, stepping back.
"That's all I needed to hear."
Malik wandered the compound for a while longer, allowing his empathic senses to roam freely.
Danzō's staff were trained to suppress emotion.
But Malik felt it nonetheless—threads of loyalty, admiration, caution, and even intrigue tangled together within the walls of the Shimura estate.
Some of them saw him as a useless distraction.
Others saw him as Danzō's unexplained anomaly.
But none of them saw him as irrelevant.
And that?
That was enough for him.
Malik strolled back into Danzō's private quarters, a soft hum of mischief in his aura as he casually ran his fingers along the edges of various objects. The room was structured like everything else in her compound—efficient, calculated, restrained—but Malik had long since decided it needed a little disruption.
His golden and pink magic crackled faintly around his fingertips as he tapped against an old wooden bookshelf, lightly dragging his hand along the surface of sealed scrolls, briefly flicking the edge of a ceremonial blade resting on display.
He didn't do any of this for any particular reason.
He just liked seeing how long it would take for Danzō to get annoyed.
It didn't take long.
"Must you touch everything?"
Danzō's voice cut through the air, sharp as ever, as she barely glanced up from the documents she was studying at her desk.
Malik grinned, completely unbothered, now running his fingers along the ornate ink container positioned beside her paperwork.
"Just testing my limits," he mused, flicking a brush lightly between his fingers before setting it back down.
Danzō sighed, finally sitting back in her chair, her black kimono shifting slightly as she adjusted her posture.
"You enjoy irritating me."
"Oh, absolutely," Malik said cheerfully, finally stepping back and leaning against the edge of a nearby cabinet.
Danzō gave him a slow, scrutinizing look, her sharp black eyes narrowing slightly.
"Did you come back simply to test my patience, or did you have something to say?"
Malik tilted his head, then grinned.
"Actually," he said, "I do have something to ask."
Danzō raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting.
Malik tapped his fingers against the wood behind him, voice smooth but curious.
"So, how are things going with Shisui?"
The reaction was subtle but immediate—Danzō's eyes flickered with the faintest hint of restrained irritation, a muscle in her jaw tightening just barely before she exhaled through her nose.
"That woman is insufferable."
Malik laughed, shaking his head.
"Oh, come on, you're both brilliant strategists, efficient, powerful—"
"And we despise each other," Danzō interrupted flatly.
Malik smirked, stepping closer.
"Yet you both tolerate one another whenever I'm around. Interesting, isn't it?"
Danzō narrowed her eyes at him.
"We tolerate each other because you are insufferable."
Malik chuckled, not remotely deterred.
"You must really love me if I'm your common enemy."
Danzō rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"It is not love. It is calculation."
"Mmhmm," Malik mused, watching her carefully, catching the faintest pulse of conflicted emotion under the surface of her otherwise unreadable aura.
Danzō exhaled sharply, clearly done with the conversation.
"Whatever your goal is, Malik, abandon it," she muttered.
"Never," Malik replied smoothly, flashing her a charming grin.
Danzō muttered something about being cursed by his existence, but Malik caught the way her lips twitched slightly, just on the edge of betraying amusement.
And in his mind?
That was a victory.
Malik's grin widened as he leaned in closer to Danzō, his golden and pink magic pulsing gently around him. He could sense her irritation, but beneath that, there was a flicker of something else—something warmer, something more intimate.
"Speaking of calculations," Malik began, his voice smooth and teasing, "have you started producing milk yet?"
Danzō's sharp black eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't look away. "Yes," she admitted, her voice calm and measured. "I have."
Malik's grin turned into a smirk, and he stepped closer to her, his fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of her deep black kimono. "May I see?" he asked, his voice soft but insistent.
Danzō hesitated for a moment, but then gave a slight nod. Malik's fingers moved deftly, untying the top of her kimono and pulling it apart to reveal her very large and slightly saggy breasts. Her nipples were a deep brown, and her areolae were slightly larger than average, with a subtle texture that hinted at the changes her body had undergone.
Malik's eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment, taking in the sight of her. He could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin, the way her nipples stood slightly erect in the cool air of the room. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her skin, feeling the warmth and softness of her.
He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, and a small stream of milk came out, dripping down her skin. Malik's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he looked up at Danzō, a grin spreading across his face.
"Well, well," he said, his voice soft and teasing. "It seems like you're ready to feed our child."
Danzō's expression remained neutral, but Malik could sense the slight shift in her aura, the faintest hint of pleasure and satisfaction. "Yes," she said, her voice calm and measured. "I am."
Malik's fingers continued to explore her breasts, gently squeezing and pulling at her nipples, coaxing more milk out of her. He could feel the way her body responded to his touch, the way her breath hitched slightly as he played with her.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. "And you're going to be an amazing mother."
Danzō's expression softened slightly, and she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against his cheek. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the outline of her mouth.
Danzō responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. They kissed deeply, passionately, their bodies pressed together as Malik's hands continued to explore her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples, coaxing more milk out of her.
Malik's magic hands worked their way down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. He could sense the way her body responded to his touch, the way her breath hitched slightly as he played with her.
He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers lightly brushing against her clit. He could feel the way she was already wet and ready for him, and he teased her gently, his fingers circling and stroking her, coaxing her towards orgasm.
Danzō's breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she arched her back, pressing herself against him. Malik's fingers moved faster, his touch becoming more insistent, and he could feel the way her body tensed and trembled as she approached the edge.
And then, with a soft cry, she came, her body shuddering and trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Malik held her close, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss, his fingers still playing with her, coaxing out the last remnants of her orgasm.
As they pulled apart, Danzō's expression was soft and content, her eyes slightly glazed over with pleasure. Malik grinned at her, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek.
"Well," he said, his voice soft and teasing. "That was fun."
Danzō's lips twitched slightly, and she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against his. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was."
They sat there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breath slowly returning to normal. Malik's fingers continued to explore her, gently tracing the curves of her body, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin.
And in that moment, Malik knew that he loved her—deeply, completely, and without reservation.
Malik continued to caress Danzō's body, his golden and pink magic gently swirling around them both as they sat entwined in her private quarters. The moonlight streamed through the open balcony, casting a soft glow across the room and highlighting the subtle curves of her now exposed breasts, small rivulets of milk still visible on her skin.
Danzō's head rested against Malik's shoulder, her breathing steady but her pulse still racing from the intensity of their intimate moment. Her kimono lay open, exposing the full contours of her body - the soft roundness of her stomach that carried their child, the slight sag of her breasts that now produced milk, and the toned muscles of her thighs that spoke to years of rigorous training.
Malik's fingers traced lazy patterns across her skin, occasionally brushing against her nipples and watching with satisfaction as a small stream of milk would dribble down. Malik's eyes locked onto Danzō's, his gaze burning with desire.
"Danzō, I need to ask you something," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Can you handle me inside you?" Danzō's breath caught in her throat at Malik's question, her face flushing with arousal and uncertainty.
She shifted slightly in his arms, feeling the dampness between her thighs intensify. Her body responded eagerly to his touch, despite the tenderness from their recent intimacy.
"I want to try," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "But please be gentle, Malik. I'm not sure how my body will react."
Malik's eyes lit up with a fierce hunger at her words. He gently guided Danzō to lie back on the bed, his movements careful and deliberate.
As he positioned himself above her, his hands roamed her body with tender precision, touching her breasts and tracing the curve of her swollen belly. He could feel her heart racing beneath his palm.
"I'll be careful, my love," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Guide me if anything feels uncomfortable."
Danzō nodded, her body quivering with expectation. As he spoke, Malik reached down and pulled out his large black cock.
It was a impressive sight, and Danzō's eyes widened slightly as she took in the size of him. Her gaze was drawn to the thick, veined length of his cock, and she could see the precum glistening on the tip.
Danzō's pubic area was a wild and hairy place, with a thick growth of black hair that seemed to match the color of her hair. It was a testament to her natural beauty, and Malik's eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. He could see the way the hair curled and twisted, forming a dense thicket that seemed to invite him to explore.
In contrast, Danzō's armpits were lightly trimmed, with only a hint of hair visible. It was a subtle touch, but one that added to her overall allure.
Malik's eyes flicked to her armpits, and he could see the way the hair was neatly trimmed, forming a delicate line that seemed to frame her body. Malik's hands caressed Danzō's curves with gentle precision, his fingers tracing the contours of her swollen belly.
He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the stretch marks that adorned her skin, each one a beautiful reminder of the life they were creating together. His tongue traced the sensitive areas around her navel, causing her to shiver and arch her back slightly.
As he explored her body, Malik's cock twitched with eagerness, its impressive length resting against her inner thigh. The heat from her body was intense, and he could feel her arousal growing.
Danzō's hands reached up, her fingers tangling in Malik's hair as she pulled him closer, silently urging him to continue his sensual exploration.
"Malik," she breathed, her words laced with longing. "Please, I need you inside me." Her words were a gentle plea, and Malik's resolve crumbled at the sound. Malik positioned himself at Danzō's entrance, his thick cock pressing against her wet folds.
He took his time, pushing in slowly and allowing her to adjust to his impressive size. Danzō's body tensed at first, her muscles clenching around him as he inched forward. Her nails dug into his shoulders, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort evident on her face.
"You're doing so well, my love," Malik whispered, his voice husky with arousal. He paused occasionally, giving Danzō time to relax and accommodate him. Her inner walls pulsed around his shaft, hot and inviting. As he pushed deeper, Danzō let out a soft moan, her hips lifting slightly to meet his thrusts.
The room filled with the rhythmic sound of their bodies coming together, the wetness of Danzō's arousal coating Malik's cock as he moved inside her. "Don't hold your voice, let your staff hear your joy!" Malik told her, moving slowly and sallow inside her. Danzō's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of her private quarters as Malik continued his steady, deliberate thrusts. Her body arched beneath him, breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.
The subtle glisten of sweat on her skin caught the moonlight, highlighting the curves of her swollen belly as it rose and fell in time with her breathing.
Malik's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each push of his impressive length. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth open in silent cries of ecstasy.
The wet, squelching sound of their joined bodies grew louder, mingling with Danzō's increasingly passionate moans.
"Malik, yes, just like that," she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her inner walls clenched around his shaft, pulsing with growing need.