Naruto-ReBorn as a Baker

Chapter 248: The Beach Chair for Two

The beach was alive with warmth and laughter, the salty ocean breeze mingling with the savory aroma of food cooking over an open fire. Malik, ever the host, had outdone himself once again, serving up a feast that included roasted fish, skewers of seasoned meat, and a variety of colorful tropical fruits. The others—Naruto, Shikamaru, and the former knights—were scattered around the bonfire, enjoying the food and conversation in the glow of the flames. Even Kahiko and Emina, sitting a little farther back looked content as they savored the meal.

But Malik was barely paying attention to any of it.

Malik reclined on a wide beach chair made for one, his short, chubby frame nestled comfortably against the soft cushions. Beside him—well, on him, really—was Sakura. The two of them had somehow managed to fit together on the chair, though it was clear that Malik's cushy body was acting as a makeshift pillow for his fiancée.

Sakura's head rested on his shoulder, her pink hair falling loosely around her face, catching the warm glow of the firelight. She was dressed in a two-piece bathing suit that left little to the imagination—a striking emerald green that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin and toned figure. Her giant, curvaceous butt spilled over the edge of the chair, the fabric of her bottoms hugging her perfectly, while her strong, shapely legs stretched out toward the sand.

As Sakura shifted her weight on the beach chair, Malik felt her giant, round ass press down on his crotch. He groaned softly, his cock twitching in his swim trunks at the sensation. He loved the feeling of her big, soft butt on him, the way it enveloped him, the way it made him feel secure and loved.

At the same time, he was also very much aware of her small, flat chest pressed against him. He had always found small breasts incredibly sexy, and Sakura's were no exception. He loved the way they fit perfectly in his hands, the way they felt against his chest, the way they made him feel like a man. 

In fact, Malik was a man of culture, and as such, he appreciated the diversity of the female form. Breasts, in particular, held a special place in his heart. He loved them in all their glory—big, small, round, perky, saggy, natural, enhanced, any and every shape and size imaginable. To him, each pair was unique, beautiful, and worthy of admiration.

And yet, despite his appreciation for all things breast-related, Malik was undeniably an ass man. He loved a good, round, firm booty, and Sakura's was certainly that. Her giant, curvaceous ass was a thing of beauty, a masterpiece that he could spend hours admiring, caressing, and worshipping.

But as he sat there, Sakura's small, firm breasts pressed against his chest, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Her breasts were perfect in their own way, fitting him like a glove, filling his hands just right. He loved the way they felt against him, the way they made him feel not like just a man, but her man, maybe . . . sometimes a protector (not that she needed it), and definitely a lover.

He thought back to the many women he had encountered in his life, Just thinking about the more recent ones was enough, each with their own unique set of assets. Tayuya, with her fuller but still small, round breasts and her equally impressive ass. Fugai, with her firm, Large perky breasts and her hairy, musky pussy. Kamira, with her large, natural breasts and her playful, mischievous personality. Ranke, with her toned, athletic body and her sharp, serious demeanor. And of course, Sakura, with her giant ass and her small, perfect breasts.

Malik shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. It didn't matter who had the biggest ass, or the smallest breasts, or any other combination thereof. What mattered was that they were all beautiful, strong, incredible women, each with their own unique qualities and charms. And he was lucky enough to have them all in his life, to love them, to cherish them.

As he sat there, Sakura's head resting on his chest, her small breasts pressed against him, her giant ass nestled on his crotch

Malik grinned as he thought about how lucky he was to have Sakura, with her giant ass and small tits, in his life. He knew that she was the one for him, that she was his perfect match, both in and out of the bedroom. 

Anyway back to the beach . . .

Malik, wearing a simple pair of blue swim trunks with golden accents, leaned back with a contented smile. His hands rested lazily around her waist, his pink eyes soft as they gazed at her. The firelight danced across Sakura's form, and for a brief moment, the flicker illuminated a tiny detail—the faintest hint of pink hair peeking out from the edges of her bikini bottoms.

Malik's gaze lingered on the faint pink hair peeking out from the edges of Sakura's bikini bottoms. He could imagine the soft, hairy bush that lay beneath, the one that he knew so well, the one that he loved so much. He could picture it in his mind's eye, the way the pink hair framed her pussy, the way it felt against his face as he buried himself between her legs, the way it smelled, the way it tasted.

He felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks, his body reacting to the memory, to the thought. He knew that Sakura knew how much he loved her hairy pussy, how much he cherished it, how much he wanted to worship it. And he knew that she loved it too, loved the way he loved it, the way he made her feel.

But he also knew that she was teasing him, that she was testing him. She wanted to see if he would acknowledge it, if he would say something, if he would give in to his desire. And he knew that if he did, if he gave in, they would be sneaking off to a secluded spot on the beach, where he would bury his face in her hairy pussy, where he would make her cum, where he would make her scream his name.

But for now, he just smiled, his gaze returning to the ocean, his hands tightening slightly around her waist.

Malik's eyes widened slightly, and he realized that his mind was wandering and he might be unable to stop it. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering for a second longer than it should have. He was careful not to say anything, but the blush creeping up his cheeks betrayed his thoughts. Sakura, of course, noticed immediately.

Without turning her head, Sakura spoke, her tone teasing but firm. "See something you like, Malik?"

Malik cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze to the ocean. "I mean… everything about you is perfect, so, uh… yeah."

Sakura smirked, rolling her eyes but leaning closer into him, her cheek brushing against his bare chest. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

"Lucky? I think it's skill," Malik quipped, flashing her a playful grin. "But hey, don't worry. I'm just enjoying the view… of the sunset, obviously."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're impossible."

"And you're beautiful," Malik replied, his voice dropping to a more sincere tone. He brushed a strand of her pink hair away from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment. "I'm serious, Sakura. You're… everything."

For a moment, the playful banter faded, and the two of them simply stared at each other. Sakura's expression softened, and she reached up to rest a hand on his cheek, her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline. "You're such a sap," she murmured, but her voice was filled with affection.

From across the bonfire, Naruto pointed his chopsticks at the couple, his mouth full of food. "Hey! You two are being all mushy again!"

Shikamaru sighed, poking at the fire with a stick. "Leave them alone, Naruto. It's troublesome enough having to watch them."

Ranke, sitting with Kamira and Fugai near the fire, smirked. "I don't know. I think it's sweet. Malik's usually got his hands full with us; it's nice to see him getting spoiled for once."

Kamira giggled, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. "Oh, please. Malik spoiling someone? That's his specialty. He's just getting some of his own medicine."

Fugai snorted, biting into a piece of fish. "He's still a flirt, though. Bet he's thinking about making another joke right now."

Suddenly, Naruto's voice piped up from across the bonfire, "Hey, Sakura! Can you pass me some of that fruit?"

Sakura's eyes flashed open, and she looked over at Naruto, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sure thing, Naruto," she said sweetly, her voice deceptively innocent.

Malik felt her body tense, and he knew that something was up. He looked down at her, his pink eyes narrowing. "Sakura, what are you—"As Sakura reached down to the sand, her hand closed around a fistful of the fine grains. With a soft, smooth motion, she crushed it, molding it into a hard, compact ball. She then turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Naruto across the bonfire, his mouth still full of food.

With a flick of her wrist, she launched the makeshift projectile, her monster strength propelling it with incredible force. The sand ball sailed through the air, striking Naruto squarely on the forehead with a loud thwack. He let out a surprised yelp, his eyes wide with shock as he was knocked off his feet, with a loud "thunk." Shikamaru, ever the smart one, had moved out of the way just in time. tumbling backward into the sand to avoid being taken down with him. He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips as he watched his friend struggle to get back up.

Malik, feeling a mix of amusement but mostly concern, started to move to help Naruto. But Sakura's hand on his chest stopped him. She looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. "He'll be fine," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "Besides, he deserves it for interrupting our moment."

Back on the beach chair, Malik shifted slightly, adjusting to make Sakura more comfortable. She yawned softly, her eyes half-closed as she relaxed against him. "You're too good at this," she murmured. "Making me forget about everything else."

"Good," Malik replied, his voice low and soothing. "You deserve to relax. No monsters, no temples, no battles… just us."

Sakura smiled, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest. "Just us," she echoed.

The bonfire crackled, laughter and conversation filling the air as the group enjoyed their rare moment of peace. For Malik and Sakura, it was a chance to savor something even rarer—a quiet moment together, away from the chaos of their lives. And as the waves gently lapped at the shore, Malik knew one thing for certain: this was a moment he would never forget.

-- sometime Later ---

Malik felt Sakura start to move again and As Sakura leaned up to kiss Malik, he felt a spark ignite within him. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue eager as it tangled with his. He groaned softly, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel his cock beginning to harden, pressing against the confines of his swim trunks.

Sakura pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with desire as she looked at him. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock through the fabric of his trunks. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly at the contact.

"Someone's excited," she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

Malik grinned, his hands moving to her bathing suit bottoms, pulling them aside to reveal her hairy pussy. "What can I say? You always bring out the best in me."

Sakura laughed softly, but the sound turned into a moan as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her heat. She moved, positioning herself so that his cock was pressing against her entrance. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

"Now," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Be quiet."

With that, she slid down onto him, her hairy pussy enveloping his cock, her wetness allowing her to take him in easily. Malik groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes never leaving hers as she began to move, her body sliding up and down, her pussy clenching around him.

They moved together, their bodies pressed against each other, their desire, their passion, their love, consuming them. Malik could feel it, feel her body convulsing around him, feel the heat of her, the wetness, the tightness as they came together, their love for each other growing stronger with each touch, each kiss, each thrust.

Sakura's moans were muffled against his chest, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm washing over her. Malik came too, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing inside her, his body filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

As they both came down from their high, Sakura pulled him out of her, her hand gently placing his cock back in his swim trunks. She lay back down on top of him, her body relaxing, her breath returning to normal.

"Well," she murmured, her voice soft and satisfied. "That was... interesting."

Malik chuckled, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "I told you I was full of surprises."

And as the waves gently lapped at the shore, and the laughter and conversation continued around them, Malik knew that this was a moment they would both cherish, a secret shared between them, a memory made on the beach chair for two.

==== A few hours later ---

The soft, rhythmic crashing of waves accompanied Malik as he gently scooped Sakura into his arms. She stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent, but didn't wake. Her head lolled against his chest, her pink hair spilling over his arms as he cradled her close. Even in her sleep, her presence radiated strength and beauty, her face soft and peaceful in the moonlight.

Malik adjusted his grip to make sure she was secure, her toned yet curvaceous figure effortlessly supported by his arms. Her large butt pressed lightly against his forearm, a detail Malik couldn't help but notice with a smirk. "You're too cute when you're not yelling at me," he murmured softly, chuckling to himself.

The bonfire still crackled as the others began to wind down. Malik walked past the group, carrying Sakura toward the line of beach houses he'd commissioned. Because, of course, Malik being Malik, he had prepared for every possibility—including luxury accommodations for his team. The beach houses were pristine and modern, each painted a soft white with warm wooden trim and large windows overlooking the ocean. They glowed warmly under the moonlight, their porches adorned with soft lanterns and comfortable seating.

As Malik passed, he waved lazily to the others, his confident, chubby frame illuminated by the firelight. "Alright, folks. Night's winding down. Don't stay up too late—your glorious leader needs his beauty sleep."

Naruto waved back, grinning. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Then I'd be sitting here all night doing nothing," Malik quipped, earning laughter from the group. Even Shikamaru let out a low chuckle as he leaned back in his seat.

As Malik approached the beach houses, his gaze caught Emina walking toward her shared home with Kahiko. Her short black hair swayed behind her as she moved. When she glanced over her shoulder and noticed Malik looking at her, her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. His warm, charming smile made her heart flutter, and in her flustered state, she quickened her pace—perhaps a little too quickly.

Malik couldn't help but notice the bounce of her D-cup breasts as she hurried away, and he raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Still got it," he murmured to himself, watching as Emina disappeared into the beach house, the door shutting softly behind her.

Near the entrance to the largest beach house, Malik's knights—Ranke, Kamira, and Fugai—stood waiting, their postures relaxed but their eyes fixed on him. Each of them looked stunning in their swimwear: Ranke in a deep purple two-piece that matched her bold personality, Kamira in a turquoise bikini that complemented her golden hair and mischievous eyes, and Fugai in a navy blue one-piece with pink accents that highlighted her toned, athletic figure. Their loyalty and lingering attraction to Malik were unmistakable, but so was their teasing camaraderie.

Malik stopped in front of them, still holding the sleeping Sakura in his arms. He gave the trio a smoky, knowing look, his pink eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Well, ladies, you've got options tonight. There are plenty of rooms in the house, so you can each have your own… or," he let the word linger, his smile turning sly, "you're welcome to wait for me in my room. It's been a long day, but I might find the energy for some extra company."

Ranke rolled her eyes but smirked, tossing her frilled blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're lucky you're charming, Shortstack. Don't make me regret sticking around."

Kamira giggled, her red eyes sparkling. "Oh, sweetie, I'm already ahead of you. Why bother with my own room when I know where I'll end up?"

Fugai simply shrugged, her wolfish grin making Malik laugh. "Just don't keep us waiting too long. We've got plenty of energy left."

As they talked, Malik felt another presence nearby. Kiyomi stood just off to the side, her silver hair glinting under the moonlight. Her piercing grey eyes met Malik's, and though her expression remained stoic, there was a softness in her gaze that only he could see.

She stepped forward, her athletic frame clad in a sleek black swimsuit that showcased her toned physique and natural grace. Without a word, she inclined her head slightly, a silent promise that she would be there, always. Malik gave her a wink, knowing she didn't need to say anything to make her intentions clear. She was already his shadow, his protector, and tonight would be no different.

Malik carried Sakura through the entrance of the largest beach house, the soft light from the lanterns inside casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors and plush furnishings. He moved to the master bedroom, gently placing Sakura down on the oversized bed. She stirred slightly, her pink hair fanning out over the pillows, but didn't wake.

He lingered for a moment, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Sweet dreams, my terrifyingly beautiful fiancée," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

With one last glance, Malik straightened and headed toward the door. The night wasn't over yet, and he had promises to keep. 

Malik headed down the hallway toward his room, just beside the master bedroom where Sakura slept soundly. The beach house was quiet, the soft glow of the lanterns casting a golden light on the polished wood floors. Despite the luxurious space, Malik had opted not to sleep in the master bedroom. There was a simple reason: the bed wasn't nearly big enough to accommodate his unconventional living arrangements.

His room, however, was more than equipped. The door creaked open to reveal a massive custom bed that could rival any king-sized mattress, draped in soft white linens and surrounded by plush pillows. But what made the sight particularly striking were the four women lounging on the bed, each still clad in their swimsuits from earlier. The air in the room was charged with warmth, playfulness, and undeniable chemistry.

Fugai lay sprawled near the headboard, her strong, athletic figure relaxed but her violet eyes sharp as they locked onto Malik. Her navy-blue one-piece with pink accents hugged her form perfectly, and her wolfish grin stretched wide as she propped herself up on one elbow. "Took you long enough, boss," she teased. "We were starting to think you got lost."

Kamira sat cross-legged near the center of the bed, her turquoise bikini accentuating her golden hair and playful demeanor. She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, her reddish eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," she said in a singsong voice. "I was starting to think we'd have to come find you, sweetie."

Ranke leaned back against the pile of pillows, her frilled blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her purple two-piece matched her bold personality perfectly, her light-violet eyes glinting with their usual mix of sass and curiosity. "If you're going to keep us waiting this long, Shortstack, you'd better make it worth our while," she said, crossing her arms over her chest with a mock pout.

Kiyomi sat at the edge of the bed, her silver hair shining under the warm light. Her sleek black swimsuit highlighted her toned, athletic build, and her piercing grey eyes softened when they met Malik's. She didn't say a word, but the slight tilt of her head and the calm confidence in her posture spoke volumes.

Malik chuckled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Ladies, ladies," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I had to make sure Sakura was tucked in. You know how scary she gets when she's cranky."

"That's an understatement," Kamira quipped, earning a round of soft laughter from the group.

Malik stretched his arms over his head, his chubby frame glowing softly with the faint remnants of his magic. "Alright," he said, rolling his shoulders, "time to unwind properly."

Without another word, Malik jumped onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly under his weight. The knights laughed as he landed in their midst, their teasing demeanor softening into genuine warmth. Malik immediately leaned over to Fugai, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "You've been looking fierce all day," he said with a grin, making her chuckle.

Next, he turned to Kamira, brushing a strand of hair from her face and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "And you," he said, his tone playful, "still full of mischief, I see."

Kamira giggled, leaning into his touch. "Always."

Malik then shifted to Ranke, who arched an eyebrow at him. "What? No snarky comment for me, Shortstack?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Only if you want one," Malik replied, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "But I think I'd rather tell you how stunning you look."

Ranke's cheeks flushed slightly, though she quickly covered it with a scoff. "Flatterer."

Finally, Malik turned to Kiyomi, his tone softening as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "And you," he said, his voice tinged with affection. "Thank you for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kiyomi nodded, her expression calm but her eyes shining with quiet emotion. Malik pressed a kiss to her temple, and for a moment, the room was filled with a peaceful silence.