Chapter 281: "Divine Declarations and Dangerous Desires."
Malik found himself standing in an ethereal plane, the atmosphere tinged with shifting hues of deep violet, gold, and pink. The air was thick with magic, buzzing with a warmth that curled around his skin like silk.
Ahead of him, towering figures began to take shape—Amora and Erosia, the Twin Goddesses of Love and Lust.
They never looked the same twice.
Today, Amora manifested as a bronze-skinned beauty, her form adorned in flowing golden fabrics that shimmered like liquid sunlight. Her eyes burned with the soft glow of passion, her hair cascading in delicate waves the color of crushed roses.
Erosia, in contrast, took on an icy elegance, her pale lavender skin glistening beneath the luminescent markings that traced her body in mesmerizing patterns. Her silver-white hair curled around her shoulders, exuding a quiet, dangerous sensuality.
Their only constant feature—the sheer size and presence they commanded, their forms looming like celestial titans, each possessed of impossibly soft, impossibly large bosoms, because, apparently, divine consistency required that detail.
As Malik stood before the Twin Goddesses, he couldn't help but notice the sheer scale of their forms. They towered above him, their massive bodies radiating an otherworldly energy that seemed to vibrate through every molecule of air. And, as he gazed up at them, he found himself treated to a sight that would have been impossible to ignore even if he had wanted to.
Their dresses, flowing and diaphanous as they were, seemed to be deliberately designed to showcase their divine physiques. The fabrics clung to their curves, accentuating the impossible proportions of their bodies, and Malik's eyes were drawn inexorably to the glimpses of their panties that peeked out from beneath the hems of their garments.
Amora's panties were a deep, burnished gold, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer and dance in the light. They were cut high on her thighs, revealing a tantalizing expanse of bronze-skinned flesh that seemed to glow with an inner radiance. The fabric itself appeared to be woven from some kind of divine silk, smooth and lustrous to the point where it seemed almost liquid.
Erosia's panties, on the other hand, were a pale, icy blue, shot through with threads of glittering silver that seemed to catch the light and send shivers of luminescence dancing across the surrounding air. They were cut in a more daring style, with a high-cut leg and a plunging front that seemed to defy gravity itself. The fabric appeared to be woven from some kind of celestial mist, delicate and ephemeral to the point where it seemed almost nonexistent.
As Malik gazed up at the Twin Goddesses, he found himself transfixed by the sight of their panties, his eyes drinking in the details of their divine undergarments with an unseemly intensity. And, as he stood there, frozen in awe, the goddesses seemed to sense his gaze, their eyes flicking down to meet his with a knowing glint of amusement.
Without a word, they began to adjust their clothing, their massive hands reaching down to tug at the hems of their dresses, their fingers brushing against the fabric of their panties with a deliberate slowness that seemed almost teasing. As they moved, their giant breasts bounced and swayed, the motion sending waves of energy rippling through the air that seemed to wash over Malik like a tidal wave.
And, as they fixed their clothes, Malik caught a glimpse of something that made his heart skip a beat - a nip slip, a fleeting glimpse of Amora's nipple, hard and pink and perfectly formed, peeking out from beneath the fabric of her dress. But the goddesses didn't seem to care, their faces serene and untroubled as they smoothed out their garments, their eyes never leaving Malik's face.
They seemed to be savoring his reaction, their gazes drinking in his every response with an unblinking intensity that was both unnerving and exhilarating. And, as they finished adjusting their clothes, they stood back, their massive forms looming over Malik like colossal statues, their divine presence washing over him like a wave of pure, unadulterated energy.
Malik waited, his heart pounding in his chest, his eyes fixed on the Twin Goddesses with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He knew that he was in the presence of beings who were beyond human, beyond mortal, and he could only wonder what they had in store for him.
But Malik had to push those thoughts away, standing before them, grinned lazily, crossing his arms.
"Always a pleasure, ladies."
Amora let out a slow, honeyed laugh, her voice wrapping around him like silk.
"We heard you're about to be captured."
Erosia tilted her head, her glowing eyes narrowing as she leaned slightly forward.
"And you're letting them?"
Malik shrugged, his pink magic flickering subtly around him. "They keep trying, so I figure I'll meet them halfway. Let's make it interesting."
Erosia's lips curled into a slow, amused smirk.
"You truly are reckless," she mused, "even for an incubus."
Amora, however, sighed, shaking her head. "This is going to be dangerous, Malik. Even for you."
"You mean 'exciting,'" Malik corrected, smirking.
Amora's golden gaze sharpened, her expression serious.
"Even though nearly all your skills are designed to keep you alive and out of danger, this situation will test more than just your charm. The Akatsuki do not play games."
Malik rolled his shoulders, still unbothered. "Oh, come on, do you really think I'd walk into a trap unprepared?"
Erosia laughed, the sound rich with mischief.
"We think you'd do it just for fun."
Malik pointed at her. "Fair."
Amora stepped forward, her towering form radiating warmth and divine presence.
"This situation gives you an opportunity to finish an older quest," she mused, her voice vibrating through the space.
Malik raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Erosia smiled, waving her hand—a glowing scroll materialized in the air, unfolding before Malik's eyes.
It read:
[High-Tier Quest: Make Every Member of the Akatsuki Fall in Love with You]
Bonus Points for Temporary Members Like Orochimaru
Reward: ???
Malik let out a low whistle, rubbing his chin.
"I forgot about this one."
Erosia's eyes sparkled with pure amusement.
"We didn't."
Amora crossed her arms, looking down at Malik with gentle scrutiny.
"This is no easy task. Convincing one member of the Akatsuki to love you is challenging enough. But all of them?"
Malik's grin widened.
"If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun."
Erosia laughed, shaking her head. "You truly are impossible."
Amora leaned forward slightly, her golden energy pulsing around her.
"Fine. We're intrigued. What's your game plan?"
Erosia smirked, tapping her fingers against her chin.
"Let's name a few key members, shall we? Tell us how you plan to work your magic."
[Konan]
Amora smiled as she said,"The Angel of Paper. She is reserved, intelligent, calculating. She does not entertain foolishness, and yet… she appreciates precision and grace."
Malikgrinning,"Konan is about control. She respects structure. So, instead of playing into the chaos, I'll meet her where she thrives—strategy. A careful balance of sincerity and mystery. Make her want to know more about me, before she even realizes she does."
Erosia fixed her hair and then said,"Mmm, calculated seduction. She'll fight it, but that might make it more fun."
[Tobi (Obito Uchiha)]
Amora stated another,"The masked enigma. A trickster. A ghost of misdirection."
Malik still smirking, "Tobi hides behind a facade. What's interesting isn't what she shows—it's what she's hiding. The best way to get to her? Make her feel seen without forcing her to acknowledge it outright. A slow burn."
Erosia laughed softly,"Oh, you'll poke the beast with that one. Should be entertaining."
[Orochimaru]
Amora raised an eyebrow, "The Snake of Madness. No longer just "Temporary Akatsuki", but still worthy of the challenge."
Malik grinning widely,"She already loves me—she just refuses to admit it. She thrives on obsession and control, but what happens when the subject of the obsession refuses to be controlled? She'll chase me just to prove she isn't chasing me."
Erosia smirks,"Ah, reverse psychology on a woman who rewrites the laws of nature. Ambitious."
Amora watched him closely, her golden gaze holding quiet amusement. "And you're truly ready for this?" Malik smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I don't go into challenges half-heartedly." Erosia laughed, waving her hand. "Then let's see how this unfolds."
Malik sighed dramatically, crossing his arms.
"Ladies, I don't think I've ever been more excited for a mission in my life."
Amora laughed, the sound reverberating like silk sliding over skin.
"Excited? Or completely reckless?"
Erosia stepped forward, her glowing gaze narrowing with amusement.
"You realize how much danger you're in, don't you?"
Malik grinned, tilting his head slightly.
"Danger? You say that like it's something new."
Amora sighed, shaking her head.
"The Akatsuki are formidable, Malik. Even with all your skills dedicated to survival and misdirection, this situation will test more than just your charm. Some of them will kill you if given the chance."
Malik shrugged, his golden and pink aura flickering around him.
"Or they'll fall in love with me."
Erosia snorted, her silver brows arching.
"You truly are insufferable."
Malik studied the empty air, rubbing his chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness.
"You know, I've done a lot of ridiculous things," he mused, "but this? This is probably my most ambitious endeavor."
Erosia grinned, crossing her arms. "You say that like you're surprised."
Amora narrowed her glowing golden eyes, watching him closely.
"We want to hear more of your plan," she said, her voice smooth but expectant. "How will you make them love you?"
Erosia smirked, leaning slightly forward. "Let's name a few more key members and see how much faith we can place in your ridiculous seduction tactics."
[Sasori - The Puppet Mistress]
Amora started with,"Sasori, the artist of death. She is methodical, unemotional, detached from human feeling. She sees relationships as fleeting—meaningless distractions from her work."
Erosia pointing at Malik,"She turned herself into a puppet to escape weakness. Love? That is weakness incarnate."
Malik nodded, considering the challenge. "Sasori values control above all else," he mused. "But control doesn't mean immunity—it means predictability. If I challenge her perception of what control means, I can get through to her."
Amora raised an eyebrow.
"Explain."
Malik smirked, folding his arms, "She believes emotions are obstacles, things to be removed. So what happens when I make her feel something she can't remove? Something she can't carve away? Interest. Amusement. Intrigue."
Erosia's eyes sparkled with wicked delight, "You plan to frustrate her into curiosity?"
Malik laughed, shrugging, "Works every time."
[Kakuzu - The Collector of Hearts]
Amora started with another,"Kakuzu. A woman who has lived far beyond her years, torn her own heart out again and again. She only values wealth, power, and longevity." Erosia smiled at that,"She doesn't love—she invests."
Malik chuckled, shaking his head, "Kakuzu is simple. She wants wealth, power, security." Amora crossed her arms, unimpressed, "How do you make a woman who only cares about money fall in love?"
Malik grinned, rolling his shoulders, "Simple—I become the best investment. She's analytical—calculates risk, profit, losses. If I make it clear that loving me adds more to her life than it takes, she won't be able to resist the logical conclusion."
Erosia laughed, shaking her head.
"You really plan to make love a business deal?"
"You'd be surprised how well that works."
[Deidara - The Explosive Artist]
"Next," Amora said,"Deidara is all fire, all passion. She believes beauty exists in destruction, in chaos, in the fleeting moment of an explosion's brilliance."
Erosia thought for a second,"She is impulsive, explosive, and impossible to restrain. She also might already hate you for knocking her out when she attacked the village with the others."
Malik smiled, tapping his chin, "Deidara believes in the fleeting. So all I have to do is make her want permanence—without realizing she does."
Amora narrowed her glowing gaze.
"How?"
Malik grinned, his golden and pink aura shimmering with anticipation, "She appreciates artistry, but her version is violent, fleeting. If I make her see that something as subtle as love can be just as overwhelming—just as destructive—it'll fascinate her."
Erosia's eyes burned with interest.
"You really think you can make her see love as another kind of explosion?"
Malik laughed, shaking his head.
"I don't think—I know."
[Velith - The Phantom Blade]
"There is one you do not yet know. Velith." Amora told him, looking down.
Malik raised an eyebrow.
"Velith?"
Erosia smirked, waving a hand—a spectral silhouette materialized, shaped in shadows and faint crimson mist.
"The Phantom Blade," Amora explained. "Silent. Deadly. A ghost even among ghosts."
Malik narrowed his eyes, interest sparking.
"And how do I get her?"
Amora's golden gaze flickered.
"She does not speak. She does not emote. She exists in motion, in silence. If you can crack her mask, you will have accomplished something no one else ever has."
Malik grinned, excitement rising, "Challenge accepted, But . . ."
Malik shifted his stance slightly, rubbing his chin as his golden and pink aura pulsed faintly. He looked up at Amora and Erosia, the Twin Goddesses of Love and Lust, their divine forms towering above him, impossibly radiant.
"Alright, alright," Malik said smoothly, raising a finger. "You've mentioned Velith—The Phantom Blade—but you haven't shown me anything yet."
Amora's golden eyes glowed, watching him with mild amusement.
"Velith is unlike the others," she murmured. "Even among the Akatsuki, she is a shadow."
Erosia grinned, tilting her head slightly, "And you want to see her?"
Malik grinned back, crossing his arms. "Of course. How else am I supposed to plan my approach?"
Amora exhaled, waving a hand.
"We can show you what she looks like."
Erosia's silver eyes flickered with mischief.
"But don't ask for her favorite foods, favorite colors, or—" she smirked, "her bust size. That information is beyond even us."
Malik scoffed, dramatically throwing his hands up.
"So you're telling me that I have to go in completely blind?!"
Erosia laughed, shaking her head.
"Oh, Malik, that's what makes it fun."
Amora's golden energy pulsed, shifting the very fabric of the celestial realm. The swirling mist parted, revealing a spectral illusion—the form of Velith solidifying before Malik's eyes.
She was stunning.
Her long, straight black hair fell past her waist, sleek and unbound, moving like liquid silk as the faint celestial winds brushed against it. Her eyes were an intense shade of crimson, eerily mesmerizing, framed by sharp lashes that only enhanced their depth.
Her skin was a delicate shade of porcelain, nearly ghost-like, its cool undertones lending to the ethereal aura that surrounded her.
She was dressed in black and deep emerald, her form wrapped in tightly fitted armor with intricate designs resembling ancient symbols. The metal plating shimmered subtly, curving perfectly to her slender yet dangerously toned frame.
At her back, a long blade rested—a weapon forged in secrecy, its edge glowing with faint spectral energy. Malik exhaled softly, taking in the sight before him.
"Now that is a beauty, and I love a woman with Long black hair," he murmured.
Amora's golden aura softened, watching Malik's reaction with curiosity.
"Velith is from the Land of Ashen Frost," she explained. "A desolate place, where the winds cut sharper than swords and the ground is soaked in forgotten blood."
Malik's eyebrows raised slightly.
"That sounds... welcoming."
Erosia snorted, crossing her arms.
"Her village was called Kyzen. It no longer exists. Wiped from history, reduced to nothing more than legend."
Malik's smirk faded slightly, his expression turning thoughtful.
"So she's a woman without a home."
Amora nodded.
"That is why she is called the Phantom Blade."
Erosia's silver gaze darkened slightly, the amusement in her voice shifting into something quieter, "She moves without a sound, strikes without hesitation. She does not form attachments."
Malik grinned, tilting his head.
"Ah, but see—that's where you're wrong."
Both goddesses turned their attention back to him, intrigued.
"She will form attachments," Malik declared, stepping forward slightly. "She just hasn't had the right reason yet."
Amora's lips curled into a slow smile.
"And you think you can give her that reason?"
Malik laughed, his pink magic crackling faintly.
"Oh, come on, ladies. Have a little faith."
Erosia shook her head, amused.
"This will be very entertaining."
Malik studied the spectral image of Velith, committing every detail to memory.
"I've got a challenge ahead of me," he muttered.
Amora sighed, crossing her arms.
"For you? It's always a challenge."
Malik winked, his radiant aura pulsing.
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
As the celestial vision of Velith faded into the mist, Malik was left with one thought in his mind—How do you make a ghost fall in love?
He grinned. He'd figure it out soon enough.
Amora exhaled slowly, crossing her arms.
"This is insane." Erosia grinned, her silver eyes shining.
"And yet I want to see it happen."
Malik laughed, his radiant energy flaring.
"Then let's get started."
As Malik prepared to leave, he turned to the Twin Goddesses with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I've taken on quite the challenge with this quest. I think I deserve a reward, don't you?"
Amora and Erosia exchanged a knowing glance, their faces hinting at amusement. "What kind of reward did you have in mind, Malik?" Amora asked, her golden voice dripping with curiosity.
Malik's grin grew wider as he took a step closer to the goddesses. "I was thinking... maybe you could pick me up and place me in your deep cleavages. You know, just to give me a little motivation before I head out on my quest."
Erosia's silver eyes sparkled with laughter. "You want us to bounce you between our giant, huge god breasts?" she repeated, her voice trembling with mirth.
Malik nodded, his eyes fixed on the goddesses' impressive bosoms. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. I mean, who wouldn't want to experience the divine pleasure of being nestled between two sets of glorious, gigantic breasts?"
Amora chuckled, her golden aura pulsing with amusement. "Well, I suppose it's not every day we get to grant a mortal's request for a breast-bouncing reward. Erosia, shall we indulge Malik's desires?"
Erosia nodded, her face alight with mischief. "Why not? It's not every day we get to play with a mortal who's brave enough to ask for such a reward."
With a gentle laugh, Amora reached out and scooped Malik up in her massive hands. She lifted him high into the air, and then, with a delicate touch, placed him in the deep cleavage between her breasts. Malik let out a sigh of pleasure as he was enveloped by the warm, golden flesh.
Erosia followed suit, reaching out to claim Malik from Amora's cleavage. She lifted him high into the air, and then gently placed him in her own icy, lavender-scented bosom. Malik's eyes grew wide as he was surrounded by the cool, silky flesh, his face pressed deep into the valley between Erosia's breasts.
The goddesses began to bounce Malik between their breasts, their laughter echoing through the celestial realm as they played with the mortal. Malik's cries of delight were muffled by the flesh of the goddesses' breasts, but his joy was evident in the way he relaxed into their touch, his body surrendering to the divine pleasure of being bounced between two sets of gigantic, godly breasts.
As the goddesses continued to play with Malik, their breasts began to glow with a soft, pulsing light. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it was like a miniature sun, illuminating the celestial realm with its warm, golden glow.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the goddesses gently lifted Malik out of their cleavages and set him down on the ground. Malik stumbled backwards, his face flushed with pleasure, his eyes shining with a mixture of awe and gratitude.
"Thank you, goddesses," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was... incredible."
Amora smiled, her golden aura pulsing with amusement. "We're glad you enjoyed it, Malik. Remember, you have our blessing on your quest. May you succeed in making the Akatsuki fall in love with you, and may you always find joy in the pursuit of pleasure and passion."
Erosia nodded, her silver eyes glinting with mischief. "And don't forget, Malik... if you ever need another reward, just let us know. We'll be happy to oblige."
With that, the goddesses vanished, leaving Malik to make his way back to the mortal realm, his heart filled with the memory of their divine breasts and his spirit buoyed by the promise of their blessing.
The celestial realm shimmered, dissolving into golden light—leaving Malik with nothing but the lingering warmth of their presence, and the impossible task set before him.
He was ready.