Chương 53: Hot Spring // Kimiyo Hoshi, Cassandra Cain

Some time ago during his birthday, he was given tickets for a flight to Tokyo. The intention was for Aaron to go with Cassandra and Chloe. Well, having kids was harder than he thought and whether it was Chloe or their younger babies, they needed a break. At the very least, Cassandra did. She was a fighter, not a mother. They left the kids at Wayne Manor, tasking Stephanie and Tim to take care of them, and went out for their much needed break. Andre's tickets to Tokyo were on the cusp of expiring too. No time like the present to go on a two-week vacation.

In the well lit cabin of the business class section, Aaron and Cassandra settled into their plush seats, the soft hum of the airplane engines providing a soothing backdrop. These weren't just ordinary seats, they were in the Japan Airlines Apex Suites. Private and spacious, the seats were maroon sofas with direct aisle access. Seven seats in each row, it was as luxurious as it was comfortable. Aaron wondered how Andre got his hands on these tickets. He was really going to have to thank him. He was here in the best part of a commercial plane and he didn't have to lift a finger to do it. No mind control, nothing. Just a simple gift from a friend.

Sunglasses perched stylishly on their noses, Aaron and Cassandra looked every bit the part of jet-setting travelers. With a touch of a button, Cassandra reclined her seats into comfortable positions. She giggled and muttered, "So cool."

"Feeling like a celebrity?" Aaron teased.

"Mhm, mhm!"

Cassandra snuggled into her seat, a cozy blanket up to her mouth as she scrolled through the in-flight entertainment options on the sleek touchscreen in front of her with the remote.

Aaron chuckled softly, reaching for her free right hand and intertwining their fingers. "It's like flying in our own private movie theater," he replied, his eyes sparkling with delight. She scrolled through the extensive selection of movies, their heads close together as they debated which film to watch first. After much deliberation, they settled on a classic romantic comedy, leaning back in their seats as the opening credits rolled across the screen.

Honestly? It was meh. Then again, it was hard to concentrate when they were both jerking each off underneath the blankets. It was a brief competition, one that Cassandra narrowly won. As skilled as he was with his fingers, Cassandra was much better acquainted with giving him handjobs. Once her victory was ascertained, she smiled and disappeared under the blankets, only for her to slip between his legs under the blanket and for her warm lips to swallow up his massive, wet cock. Dripping in its own cum, it was up to Cassandra to clean up—and clean up she did.

Aaron let out a deep moan as Cassandra's tongue swirled around his shaft, licking up every drop of his release. She was always so thorough when it came to cleaning him up, taking her time to make sure not a single spot was missed. He ran his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft strands against his skin as she continued to work her magic.

But just as he was reaching the brink of ecstasy once again, the primary plane attendant arrived. "Hi, would you like to have dinner?"

Aaron was criminally smooth. Despite Cassandra being nestled between his legs under the white blanket, the attendant didn't notice. "Yes, of course." Suck, suck, suck. His cock grew harder and harder until it was at full mast and completely swallowed by her throat.

"Any allergies? Health concerns? Vegan or meat?"

Okay, fair questions, except that Cassandra continued to clean Aaron's cock, her tongue working its way up and down his length. She wasn't interested in a simple deepthroat, she was here for the full cleaning course, attendant be damned. He inhaled sharply as she retreated and swirled around the tip. His cock pulsed madly. Aaron smiled casually at the woman. "Meat is fine," he said. "Thank you."

"Thank you for flying with us!" The attendant bowed.

Cassandra sucked him off and he exploded inside her mouth.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

He cleared his throat and straightened up in his seat, trying to compose himself. He was orgasming in front of this woman and she didn't even know it! When she was gone, Aaron exhaled. A second climax in the span of five minutes. Under the blanket, his semi-flaccid cock twitched and trembled.

"Haaa…fuck."

Cassandra went from on her knees to her seat in a flash, wiping her mouth with a napkin. She flashed him a smile. "Another movie?"

"...sure."

***

"WELCOME TO TOKYO. WELCOME TO TOKYO."

At last, the seventeen hour flight was over. They stood outside the airport, no bags in hand, waiting for a certain vehicle to pick them up. Aaron wore a collared blue shirt paired with faded denim jeans and comfortable sneakers. His black hair was tousled, and a relaxed smile played on his lips, hands in his pockets. Cassandra was similarly casual, wearing a big, long skirt and a blue sweater over a white shirt. The pair were still wearing their sunglasses. The matching aesthetic was fun.

"Think Selina was lying to us?"

"Maybe," Cassandra replied.

The reason they were standing here was because a good friend of Selina's was going to pick them up. Apparently, the friend had acted as Catwoman in her stead. Which, given the vigilante's reputation as a thief, probably meant they weren't entirely good. Still, they waited and their patience was rewarded. A limo strolled up to the curb. The airport in general wasn't too busy.

Stepping out with an air of confident poise, Eiko Hasigawa, heiress to the Hasigawa Family branch of the Yakuza, greeted them with a warm smile. Dressed in a sharp business suit tailored to perfection, she wore her dark hair in a sophisticated bun, with a few loose strands framing her sharp features.

"I was told to receive you." Eiko looked Aaron up and down. Interest sparked her eyes. "Selina spoke highly of you."

"I hope so," Aaron said, nodding. With Cassandra, he was mellow but with another stranger he was back to normal.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?"

"Yes."

"Then come." Eiko gestured to the open door. "Allow me to take you to your lodgings."

Selina must have said something crazy because this was some VIP-tier treatment. After a glance that Eiko was too slow to catch, Aaron and Cassandra entered the luxurious interior of the limousine, settling into the plush leather seats as Eiko joined them.

As they climbed, Aaron muttered, "She sure is fancy."

"Gonna do her?" Cassandra asked, low yet excited.

"Maybe."

Eiko entered the limo afterward, failing to catch their comments. The vehicle glided smoothly through the streets of Tokyo, the city lights casting a mesmerizing glow through the tinted windows. Conversation with her was limited. Aaron and Cassandra were told in advance of her family's affiliation with the yakuza, though Selina brushed it off and said she was a good gal overall and that they were going to be fine. As the limousine glided through the winding roads surrounded by lush greenery, Aaron and Cassandra exchanged curious glances. Out of instinct, Aaron read her mind and was relieved.

'Not a trap,' Aaron thought. 'Just terribly awkward. Also, those tattoos on her back are super sexy.'

Soon, the vehicle came to a stop in front of a traditional Japanese ryokan nestled among towering trees, with the soothing sound of a nearby river adding to the serene ambiance. Eiko stepped out of the limousine first, her demeanor poised as she gestured for Aaron and Cassandra to follow. "Welcome to our family's hot spring retreat," she announced, a hint of pride in her voice.

Aaron and Cassandra stepped out of the vehicle, their eyes widening in awe at the picturesque surroundings. "It's stunning," Aaron remarked. His tone was nothing but unimpressed. However, that was merely for the sake of holding up appearances. He was genuinely impressed.

Eiko smiled warmly, leading them through the entrance of the ryokan. The scent of pine and cedar filled the air once they were inside.

"This way, please," Eiko said, guiding them to a tatami-matted hallway to the left. With his special eyes, he found that the right wing was where all the hot spring stuff was. The gentle sound of water trickling from a nearby fountain.

"We've reserved the private suite for your stay," Eiko explained, sliding a paper door that opened onto a private garden overlooking the serene landscape. She gestured to the left side and said, "Those are where your rooms are." A gesture to the right. "That is a VIP playroom."

A mini garden for VIPs with rooms and playrooms. Aaron and Cassandra exchanged amazed looks as they took in the beauty of their surroundings. "So cool," Cassandra exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. She ran to the center of the courtyard and twirled, staring up at the wonderful blue sky.

Eiko smiled, pleased. "I'm glad you approve," she said graciously. "Please make yourselves at home during your stay. The hot springs are available for you to enjoy at any time."

Eiko took her leave from there. This was going to be awesome, the couple thought.

'Imagine all the sex—!'

The people of Japan were not ready for Aaron. That was okay because he did not attend to reign over them like he did Gotham.

***

That evening, Aaron and Cassandra returned to their lodgings to dip into the hot springs. All afternoon, they had been shopping and having fun. Now, it was time to wind down. Screw around a little. Ya know, the usual.

Walking through the hall, they gave a nod to the receptionist between the two wings of the ryokan. She nodded back and gestured at the right wing—at where the onsens were. Aaron stopped at the men's bathing area, ready to head into the changing room, until Cassandra tugged at his arm.

"Hm?" Cassandra pointed towards the next section. Aaron blinked and met her gaze with a raised brow. "Mixed baths? Are you sure?"

'Isn't that for perverts?' he thought.

"Not for perverts," Cassandra said, reading his mind. Smiling, she said, "I want to bathe with you."

Well, damn. When she put it that way…

"Fine," Aaron replied. With a chuckle, Aaron followed Cassandra's lead, their steps echoing softly on the polished wooden floors as they made their way towards the mixed baths. Cassandra slid upon the door, greeted by the changing room. A gateway between the actual onsen, it had benches and shelves with baskets of towels and kimonos. Already, the soothing aroma of natural minerals filled the air and the sound of bubbling water beckoned them behind the second sliding door.

For Aaron, it felt like he was stepping into a slice of life anime. He knew this was just regular Japanese culture, but for him, an American that had been observing said culture through the lens of entertainment, it was different.

Cassandra flashed Aaron a mischievous smile as she went over and faced the shelves. She began to undress, the soft rustle of fabric filling the air as she peeled off her clothes. Her skirt dropped, revealing lacy black panties, then her jacket and shirt. His cock twitched in his pants and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her slender form. The scars and the subtle toned nature of her body was simply exquisite.

Especially since she hadn't worn a bra. Typical Cassandra. "You really don't like them, huh?"

She shook her head. "It's fun not to."

They had been shopping and walking through the streets of Tokyo for hours. The fact that she was braless the entire time…Aaron chuckled, walking over and standing next to Cassandra, and beginning to undress. Cassandra eyed him with a smile. A lean upper body that seemed to have become bigger from training and time, and a wonderful lower body to compliment it. When the time came for his boxers to be removed—

Thwap!

Cassandra's breath hitched. Every time his flaccid cock sprung out, it was like something changed in the atmosphere. Cassandra swallowed and, slowly but surely, pulled down her panties. The couple were now naked. Together, they faced each other, with Aaron looking down and Cassandra looking up. It took everything it had in the great female martial artist not to drop down and suck his cock. Her fingers twitched.

'She's really holding herself back.' Aaron proceeded to eye her body down. Her tits had gained a bit of shape to them. Still the same size, still C-cups, but now fuller and perky. Then there was Aaron's cock which, although still the same in size, had evolved into a tool of pure breeding. Flaccid yet tempting and engulfed in an aura that called to mate. If this was any other woman, if Cassandra Cain wasn't so special, she would have fallen into temptation. But she didn't, a testament to her willpower and romantic love. She didn't love him just for his dick size, she loved him for his cool personality and laid-back jokes. She loved him for reasons beyond the physical realm.

Then, through the banner leading to the hot spring, they heard voices. Cassandra with her peak hearing and Aaron with his natural powers. It was a woman's voice, uncomfortable as she said, "...I have a husband."

A married woman was in there? Twitch. A second set of voices followed, manly and deep. They were all speaking Japanese. Cassandra didn't understand. Aaron did.

"Come on, if he left a pretty lady like you in here, then why stay with him?"

"Yeah, yeah, exactly!"

"I doubt he's even that big, haha!"

Put simply, they were hitting on her—and that type of emotion was picked up on by even Cassandra. Exchanging looks, the couple decided to go through the banner and enter the hot springs. As expected, three yakuza men were harassing a local Japanese woman. Aaron scanned their memories.

'Wait…'

The woman submerged in the water was surrounded by three men, yes, her expression irritated. One yakuza man standing behind her, one sitting beside her, and the last standing in front of her with a hand on his hip. But the type of irritation on her face without fear and as Aaron scanned her memories he understood why.

This was Kimiyo Hoshi. His eyes zoned in on her, the steamy water becoming transparent. Silky long black hair, pale skin, high double eyelids, and a slender figure with C-cups slightly larger than Cassandra's. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, except for two things. One, she wasn't married, she was divorced and only said otherwise to get the men away from her. Two, she was secretly Doctor Light—the second after her ex-husband—and a member of the Justice League. She wasn't a nobody or some back-up member either.

'Kimiyo was gifted with a connection to The Light of Creation by the Monitor during the Crisis on Infinite Earths,' Aaron realized. 'This woman…is like me.'

What a coincidence. To meet her in a place like this…

'Fate acts in strange ways,' Aaron thought.

From the entrypoint where Aaron and Cassandra was a brief stone seven foot-long pathway that led to the pool of water. The onsen itself was a picturesque oasis, its waters shimmering with a faint iridescence under the soft glow of lanterns suspended from wooden beams. The yakuza men, who unquestionably worked under Eiko Hasigawa, were too distracted to notice Aaron and Cassandra.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

That was until he began walking, cock swinging between his thighs. There was pause, confusion, then a turn. The three men were burly and coated in tattoos. To describe them as intimidating was an understatement.

And yet…

"Heh."

Cassandra snickered at them. The men, while hitting on the Kimiyo, intentionally grew hard in order to coax the secret superheroine. What they didn't realize was just how modest their size was, especially in comparison to Aaron. The second they turned and noted the new guests, their eyes went wide and their jaws dropped. They were yakuza men. They expected locals. They expected to scare away anyone that came in.

What they did not expect was some white dude with a ten inch flaccid cock and an Asian chick standing beside him, smiling. Giggling. The Yakuza were struck by the sight. All three of their erect cocks combined couldn't match up to his flaccid size.

Cassandra went on her tippie-toes and whispered in Aaron's ear, "They are so small."

Aaron chuckled. He synchronised his mind with theirs, instantly learning the Japanese language. "Hello," he greeted casually. Cassandra and Aaron had stopped, being polite. However, simply due to how well-hung the foreign male was, the yakuza took everything as a threat.

But…they didn't say it out loud. They kept quiet and simply nodded curtly. Seeing Aaron, his casual demeanour, and the hot Asian chick beside him, they were reminded of their tenants: Don't steal from the everyday man and always act chivalrously. Aaron didn't need to say anything; his presence was a penultimate sign for them to get their act together.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Each step caused them to wince. Fucking hell, he was massive and they did not dare to mess with a guy like that. There was a natural aura around him that screamed, "I'm better!"

Aaron and Cassandra, minding their own business, stepped down into the water. Steam rose lazily from the surface carrying with it the soothing scent of minerals and earth.

"Ah…"

"Mmm…"

Aaron and Cassandra. Always so casual and cool because in their minds, there was nothing to prove. Nothing to envy. Nothing to fear. Cassandra could take care of those yakuza men in two seconds flat. Her very first penis was Aaron's and while not desentisized her standards had become akin to a strict size queen. Four inches: tiny. Five inches: also tiny. Eight inches: cute. Ten inches: above average. Twelve inches: now that's a real cock! Fourteen inches: woah. It was a scale imprinted in her holes. A scale based on Aaron himself. Cassandra, wholly unafraid, submerged herself down to her nose and began making bubbles. She was really enjoying herself.

The yakuza, meanwhile, had gone to a new side of the pool. South were Aaron and Cassandra, north was the female Doctor Light, and east were the three yakuza men.

"S-so, brother…" The fat yakuza, Yamada, wore a weak smile. "Where are you from?

Eyes closed, Aaron answered in perfect Japanese, "Gotham."

A beat passed. Even Kimiyo blinked.

"G-Gotham?" Yamada repeated. "Gotham City? Batman?"

"Yes, that Gotham."

"Batman also is here," said the skinny Yakuza named Kumo, his body equally submerged in water as it was tattoos. "He's…"

"Troubling?" Aaron opened an eye. "I hope so. The people of Gotham City enjoy his presence."

An uncomfortable atmosphere followed. A minute passed and the silent yakuza member, Goro, got up, clutching his agonisingly hard erection, and ran off. Yamada and Kumo followed suit. Cassandra, without needing to open her eyes, giggled at the sight. Kimiyo shifted in her seat, waiting for them to disappear. Once they did, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," Kimiyo said. "I owe you for that."

"We didn't do anything," Aaron said, looking into her eyes. During Dark Crisis, she tapped into her full power after entering the Orrery of Worlds. With her newfound power, she was able to exorcise the Great Darkness from the entire Justice Incarnate. She was powerful. Useful.

In the battle against Empty Hand, perhaps her powers could be key. As that thought flashed through his mind, he got up and shuffled through the water, extending a hand.

"But it is good to see a pretty face," Aaron spoke in perfect Japanese. "I'm Aaron. Aaron Reigner. And you?"

Him standing up led to his fat cock being unveiled—and what a sight it was for the divorced woman. She swallowed quietly, momentarily stunned, and then stood up to meet his hand. She was shorter than Aaron expected, capping at a below average height of five-foot-three. A small Japanese woman like her with decent tits and a toned ass was an archetype he thought he would only see in porn. 'My life is a porn at this point so I shouldn't be surprised,' he thought as he shook her hand.

"Good to meet you," Kimiyo said. From her perspective, he was the porn archetype of the well-hung white man. "We don't get men from Gotham often."

"We like to stay home." Aaron released her hand and nudged Cassandra, who was drowning in her own world. "Cassandra, though, was getting a bit cooped up so we decided to vacation here."

"I see." Kimiyo's eyes flickered down his soft member, then back up to his face. Wet, dripping, and much larger than her ex-husband, Arthur Light. The manhood of this unknown stranger was forever imprinted in her mind. A core memory, so to speak.

'The fact that she's in the mixed baths…' Aaron trailed off, smiling. 'She must enjoy seeing cocks.'

And Aaron, without question, was the biggest.

Aaron gestured over to the tiny stools on the other side. "Want me to wash your back?"

"...sure."

Kimiyo was in her mid-thirties, oozing sex appeal that was rather mature. One might even call it the appeal of a divorced woman. Experienced, slightly eager for love, and naturally erotic.

Aaron was tall, lean, and ridiculously well-hung. A horse cock that women dreamt of on a handsome male that was attractive in all the ways they liked. Thwap! Thwap! In two steps, Aaron and Kimiyo were out of the pool. Two steps and her resolve quivered.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Partially because it was a long walk.

Kimiyo sat on the stool. Aaron grabbed his own stool and placed it right behind her. She heard the wet tap, the indication that his manhood touched the wet floor. Aaron could read her thoughts:

'Absurd! What an absurd size! He's hung like a horse!'

Rubbing his hands together, he started washing. Aaron washed her back, his hands caressing every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Kimiyo squirmed under his touch, torn between wanting to escape and being completely captivated by his touch.

Aaron chuckled softly and continued washing Kimiyo's back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along her spine. "Well," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I can certainly try my best."

Kimiyo bit her lip and squirmed beneath his touch, torn between resistance and surrender. His hands washed Kimiyo's back, his hands moving with expert precision. He paused for a moment, hands on her sides, before slithering out to cup her breasts in his hands. Kimiyo's breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips grazing the soft skin of her neck.

"Is it good?" he asked.

More than good. More than great. His fingers lightly stroked her breasts. Kimiyo sucked in a breath, feeling heated between her legs. A male of Aaron's calibre touching her, groping her, going down, down to her navel…

He washed her. Despite the electric contact, he was simply washing her. Going to her thighs, rubbing them, but never going to that sacred place between her legs. The one place that only her husband had touched.

Aaron Reigner, perhaps because of the woman he was with, avoided it entirely.

Yet the heat, the breathing, the want, Kimiyo sensed it. She wanted more and Aaron wasn't giving it to her. Turning her head, nearly touching his lips, Kimiyo whispered, "How about we switch places?"

Aaron wore a small smile. "Why not?

At once, they stood up. At once, they faced each other with Kimiyo smiling shyly and with Aaron smiling coolly. They sat down with Aaron at the front and Kimiyo behind. Her hands hooked onto his chest, feeling up his muscles. He was lean in all the perfect ways. Muscular but not in a burly way. Kimiyo was impressed but did not compliment it out loud.

After all, the lady had a job to do. Rubbing the bar of soap in her hands, she began to wash him. First his shoulders, then his biceps and upper chest. She went in circles, being diligent in her work. Kimiyo was very quiet about it and not very sensual.

However, Aaron knew the truth. She was getting hot. Her hands slithered down, fingers dipping onto his flawless set of abs. There was a hitch in her breath. Excitement. A thrill. A difference. 'This isn't like my husband's body at all,' he could hear her think.

So she went lower. She went to the lines leading down to the crotch, gulping silently, and then going lower. At long last, she found that fat cock of his cock. She found the thing that shamed her ex-husband. She found the thing she had been searching for.

Her hands came together and began to wash. After all, that was her job: to wash him. Her breasts pressed against his back, her hands going lower to his balls. "It's so heavy…my ex-husband did not feel like this," she murmured.

It was slow and methodical. Hands softly coming around like a cloth thrown into the air. So slow, beyond slow, yet seductive and dutiful. She was working yet she was vying for something more. She was cleaning his cock yet also causing it to twitch. Kimiyo knew. Aaron knew.

"You look like you're having fun."

Cassandra knew.

Kimiyo froze and craned her head back. For a moment, fear plagued her. But then she saw the smile on her cute face, the way her hands sat on her hips, and the polite tone she asked, "So you want to fuck her?"

Aaron's flaccid cock twitched and stopped touching the floor. Cassandra's eyes twinkled. That was what she was hoping for.

"If that's what the lady wants."

Kimiyo removed her hands from his cock, meeting Cassandra's gaze and receiving nothing but a welcome. Looking away, a little shy, Kimiyo nodded.

Cassandra smiled widely and offered her a hand. Kimiyo took it and was pulled up. Kimiyo was a short woman and curvier than Cassandra too. Cassandra was on the leaner side. Muscular even post-pregnancy whereas Kimiyo had a natural arch to her spine.

Aaron stood up last and wrapped an arm around Kimiyo's waist. "Let's go. As much as I'd like to fuck you here, people are soon going to come."

Aaron very easily could have made those people turn back around with his mind powers. If he was a man with lesser morals, he might have.

But when Cassandra giggled and latched to his left arm, he couldn't help but be the good, upstanding man she wanted him to be.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

So, they got going. Cassandra smiling cheekily on his left and Kimiyo leaning on his right.

In the changing room, he barely had to do a thing. After a kiss on the cheek, Cassandra grabbed him a blue robe and helped put it on. Kimiyo stood in front of him to tie the knot.

"Thank you very much."

Kimiyo looked up at him and smiled shyly. Her heart was racing and her mind was still questioning whether to do this. Aaron chuckled in his head, waiting for the two ladies to wear their own robes, and quietly began walking.

'Oh?' Entering the hall outside the changing room, Aaron turned and bumped into someone. A younger man that slammed into his collarbone and fell on his butt.

"Hey—!"

The voice was whiny and nerdy. The young man that fell was Hiro Okamura, secretly known as Toyman, a teenage mechanical genius from Japan. Hiro was prepared to snark at him.

Until the knot of Aaron's robe came undone.

His expression changed. His jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and his insults died in his throat.

'Holy shit! Just how hung is this guy!?' That was his first coherent thought. 'His flaccid size is triple my erect size!'

Leave it to a great inventor to instantly calculate the numbers.

Hiro Okamura was something of a perv. He loved Powergirl, asking for dates in public and jacking off to her in private. He watched porn like a normal guy his age would. But what Aaron was packing was something else. Dangling between his legs was an absurdly long cock that shamed all notions of reasoning. Ten inches long and as girthy as his wrist. Just…hanging there, shattering his pride.

"You OK?" Cassandra asked.

'T-two…!? Two hot women were by his side too. Not accompanying him, sticking to him. Both of them were Asian. Both of them were symbolically choosing him over everyone else.

Honestly, it really wasn't that deep but Hiro's mind couldn't rationalize it any other way. Aaron felt like a looming shadow.

Hiro Okamura could only stare up. Without the knot, his robes were parted, abs and cock on the show. Aaron was like the god-king of white men. An ambassador from the West to demonstrate his ability to conquer Japanese women.

Cassandra Cain to the left. Kimiyo Hoshi on the right. Aaron, the hung white man, stood in the middle. A flag of unwavering masculinity was what he represented, his hefty balls a sign of what was to come: relentless breeding. The two Asian ladies didn't stand a chance.

Aaron didn't really care for his insecurities. He sort of expected this reaction, that was why he let Hiro bump into him, but still. This was getting too much. He leaned down and offered a hand to help.

"Need a hand?"

Hiro's nod was slow and forced. He took his hand and got up. Aaron thought about tying the knot of his robes but shrugged and decided otherwise. He could see the entire building with his X-ray vision and telepathy. There was no one else here to run into.

"See ya."

Aaron gave a nod. Kiyoshi looked away from Hiro, somewhat embarrassed.

"Bye-bye." Cassandra gave a smile and wave as they walked past him. Hiro stood like a statue, pretending that he wasn't eyeing them. Staring at the floor, remembering that gargantuan member, he gulped.

'That dude was a fucking god…!'

Hiro knew he was never going to be able to plow two hot Asian chicks. Even if he did have them, he was never going to be able to satisfy them like Aaron was going to. That was just his life. Instead, he was going to have to resort to his imagination and porn.

…

A huge, pulsing cock connected to a heft sack of coconuts. Aaron Reigner pushed the very definition of being hung and virile.

He sat with his legs spread and his back against the wall, and waited. The half undone robe exposed his muscular front and his pointedly big cock. There was an aura around him. No one was going to disturb him from his prize.

Standing shoulder to shoulder at the entrance were Cassandra Cain and Kimiyo Hoshi. Exchanging looks, Cassandra shrugged off her robe while Kimiyo kept hers on loosely. Cassandra was bold and sat by his side.

"Mm." Like a terribly acted courtesan, Cassandra giggled and made out with him.

As for Kimiyo, her acting was better executed. Tits and pussy out, though still wearing the robes, she bowed, forehead touching the floor. The giant pulsing member pointing upwards was in the perfect angle to let his balls be worshipped.

"You're significantly bigger than my ex-husband." Kimiyo lifted herself off the floor and admired his length. Aaron had Cassandra pressed to him, kissing him, but he made an effort to pay attention to her words.

"Mmm…mmmh…" Aaron was using tongue. Cassandra met with equal force, turning his head fully toward her.

Kimiyo felt like a third wheel. These two truly didn't care that another woman was watching or eyeing his schlong like candy. They expected it, in fact. Aaron was a great man and thus deserved great things.

From her sleeve, from a burst of light, she manifested a 720ml sake bottle. The 720ml bottle was approximately eleven inches high and three inches wide. In every facet, the cock was bigger. Yongo-bin was the term often used to describe these bottles. Shigo-bin too, albeit with the connotation of death.

This was the opposite. This was life.

Gripping the bottle and knowing Aaron was bigger, Kimiyo gulped.

"Mmmh! Mwah!" Aaron ended his make-out session with Cassandra, smiling as he kissed her cheek, and glanced at Kimiyo. That sake in her hand…

'Is a projection made of light.' His eyes burned the object and its formation into his memory. Kimiyo was gifted with a connection to The Light of Creation by the Monitor during the Crisis on Infinite Earths.

And so, when she opened the sake and tipped it over, real liquid poured out.

'The true Light of Creation, able to materialize objects…and she's using it to pour sake on my balls.'

Clearly, she had been wanting to do this for a while. Only now with Aaron's magnificent schlong could she do it. Slather his manhood in sake, from cock to balls, and then get to licking. She was like a servant begging for the best tip possible.

Her tongue went up and down his mountain of balls. The column method of going up and down, up and down, up and down, until she drank it up and replaced it with saliva. The unexpected pleasure sent shivers up his spine and made his dick twitch.

Long, black hair and a beautiful face with a hunger that matched his own. Her red lips were wrapped around his left testicle, tasting the sweet combination of his sweat and the rice wine. Sucking and sucking until his dick spat out pre-cum.

Aaron bit his bottom lip, the pleasure overwhelming him. He could feel Cassandra's eyes on him. He could feel Cassandra wrap a hand and jerk him off. When Cassandra got to work, resisting was impossible. Any other man would cum upon the fourth or fifth stroke. Her technique was that divine.

Smiling, Cassandra went over, sitting by Kimiyo's side, and had a second hand join the handjob. Without looking, Cassandra dipped down and worshipped his balls as Kimiyo was.

Two teasing tongues. Licking, sucking and teasing.

'I knew Cass was chill with this but—unnh—I really didn't expect her to be this chill.'

Stephanie was one thing but a stranger like Kimiyo?

Not just two beauties but also two Asian queens. Cassandra's tongue circling around his cock head and Kimiyo slowly moving up and down on his throbbing cock. Separate yet together, they played with him. They took it slow, kissed the mushroom head, touched it with the tip of their tongue, and well…

"Cumming!"

…that was exactly how to make a man cum.

Spurt! The first burst of cum startled Kimiyo, splattering onto her face. The second struck the ceiling and clung there. At that moment, Kimiyo knew Aaron's balls were something else; that this load was worth ten times her ex-husband.

She couldn't handle it.

The other Asian chick could. Cassandra's lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and went all the way down. Unlike Kimiyo, she was trained to swallow. Her throat was trained to take his throbbing cock.

"Haaa…" It was relaxing. A hand on her head, balls pulsing and his member thickening with every shot, Aaron did what he did without reservation.

"Phwa!"

Cassandra threw her head when the time for her to remove her lips from his arrived. She looked damn hot. Mouth open, saliva and cum bubbled together and she gulped it all down. Not a drop of his baby batter remained.

What a beautiful woman. Aaron remained as hard as steel and pointed toward the heavens. Nothing could soften, not when Cassandra was right there.

His girlfriend knew that and gave him a certain smile, full of allure and addiction. She loved his cum. Swallowing it was a joy in her crime fighting days.

"Ngh!"

In one fast second, her lips parted open and she swallowed the crown of his cock.

Cassandra knew his sensitive spots. There wasn't a thing she did not know about his dick. Every fucking miliemeter was known to her. The difference in texture.

She loved sucking his cock and she loved to tease him, slipping out to kiss the tip and then licking the frenulum. His cockhead was extra sensitive and he felt every little touch.

'Is it just me or is Cassandra getting even better? Ngh!'

Cassandra Cain could turn the most well-hung man into butter. Especially when she wasn't alone. Kimiyo's tongue was glued to his sack. Swish and flick, swish and flick.

With a hand, she scooped up the underside of his sack and lathering said underside. At this point, his toes curled. This shouldn't have been enough. His experience and godly status should.

But Cassandra Cain was no ordinary woman. Her advanced body language reading enables her to grasp emotions and future movements. Even non-humans and alien lifeforms were susceptible to her reading. Whether it be disguised or transformed people, she could see it all.

The same applied to penises. She could see a man and know how big his size was underneath his pants. She could see an erection and make it cum with a couple strokes and a kiss.

Her skill in body reading was above even her mother's, Lady Shiva. Cassandra coordinated with Kimiyo flawlessly and before he knew the pressure of a premature ejaculation was coming. With Lady Shiva, it was like fighting an uphill battle. With Cassandra, there was no battle. She was going to make him cum again and that was that.

"D-did you watch some porn before doing this?"

Cassandra gave no answer, simply smiling and doing what she did.

One hand on Cassandra, the other cupping Kimiyo's cheek. Aaron grunted and resisted. As amazing as his cock was, Cassandra's coordination with Kimiyo was even better. By accident, pre-cum flinging out, he read Kimiyo's mind.

'Her husband was obsessed with getting his nutsack sucked! And now, she's using that special skill on me!'

A never ending oral pleasure for Aaron: how could a man bear all those lips and tongues on his skin?

"Mwah!"

Cassandra ended it with a kiss and then leaned back, smiling. Aaron tried to hold back.

But he couldn't. Whether it was Aaron or any other man, the balls simply wouldn't deny a climax.

"Cumming—!"

Cassandra knew he would fail. This was the juicy result of an oral overdose.

Spurt! Spurt! Spuuuuuurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt!

Hardly thirty seconds had passed. Less than a minute. Yet Cassandra made him nut. She made him groan and made his cock go buckwild as he came. Long strings of cum that touched the ceiling. Lengthy strips that fell on the nude Cassandra and the half-nude Kimiyo. The Chinese and Japanese ladies smiled and sat still, letting the patriarch do what he did best.

There was no shame in cumming early. Not when his balls were so full and fat. In the same amount of time it took to get to cum, his cumshots faded.

What remained was Cassandra's smile and Kimiyo's shock.

"Wow…"

The Japanese divorcee couldn't believe it. Her ex-husband loved the sensation of emptying his balls on her face. The difference, however, was day and not. Aaron's virile cum was thicker, covering her cheeks and forehead.

Slowly, Kimiyo smiled. "Wow."

The smiles. The sheer layers of cum. The thrill in their eyes. The love. The lust.

Aaron sighed, his breath heavy and filled with satisfaction as he looked at the two women before him. Cassandra, his black-haired Chinese girlfriend, her scarred figure glistening with a mixture of sweat and his cum. Her small breasts heaved as she scooped a finger of cum to her lips, her nipples still hard and erect from his attention.

But it was a matter of choice. Kimiyo slipped off her kimono and cleaned herself, as did Cassandra. Aaron sat there, back still to the wall, observing. Once they were cleaned up, the pair got on their hands and knees and begged to get fucked doggy-style.

Cassandra needed no words. She smiled the same way she always did

"I've had three kids. Don't worry about me."

Next to her, Kimiyo, the woman he had seduced at the hot spring, was on her hands and knees like a damn pro, her smooth black hair contrasting against her pale skin.

Ordinarily, Aaron would have chosen Cassandra. Just by looking at them, he knew that Cass would get him to cum in a couple minutes. She was tighter and more reactive and overall better.

But he chose Kimiyo because Cassandra wanted him to choose her. He could see it in her eyes.

And so, fourteen inches of manmeat bobbing, he got up and lined-up. Aaron's large hands gripped Kimiyo's hips possessively.

"Mmm~"

She was already whimpering. She knew that after this, nothing would be the same.

She was correct.

"A-Aaaaroon~!"

He entered her from behind, his massive cock sliding into her wet, eager pussy. It was one thrust yet that one thrust of six inches earned an orgasm. Typical Aaron. Making a woman cum at the first stroke. Cassandra smiled and witnessed the divorced woman's change of expression. The sudden shock, the melting joy, and the understanding that—

"Haaa! Cumming already~!"

Kimiyo moaned softly, her breath quickening as he went deeper. Her back arched and she moaned, "You're SO much deeper than my ex-husband! Than Arthur~! THAN ARTHUUUUR~!"

She bit her bottom lip, eyes rolling back. She wasn't supposed to say that yet it came out naturally. Aaron went deeper and she moaned again. This time, the shame was lessened. "C-cuuumiiing~!"

Because she came again.

Kimiyo felt the full length of him stretch her, filling her in a way she had never experienced before. Arthur Light hadn't come close to this. Arthur was a white guy too. This wasn't a matter of ethnicity. Aaron was simply better.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Kimiyo was no ordinary woman. She was selected by the primordial light of the multiverse.

Yet in the grand scheme of things, in terms of sex, she was ordinary.

"Nnngh~! Pppshhhhhl~!" Kimiyo bit her bottom lip. When she realized that wasn't enough, she threw a hand to her mouth. "Cmmmshing~!"

She came again. So easy.

And as he fucked her doggy-style, Aaron got three fingers and shoved them into Cassandra's aching pussy. Just watching wouldn't be enough for a slut like her. For Cassandra, he was fast and skilled and the Chinese chick soon arched her back.

Other than his cock, she loved his fingers and their curl.

For Kimiyo Aaron moved slowly at first, revelling in the feeling of the Japanese's tight hole clenching around him. Her walls pulsated, massaging his length as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each deep stroke. He reached forward, his hand gripping her shoulder to steady himself as he began to move faster, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.

"Come on, say it louder!"

It was Cassandra that had to pry her hand from her mouth.

"Better! Better! You're SO much BETTER than Arthur~!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

It was too much. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her. This wasn't possible. This shouldn't have been possible. "C-cummiiiing~! Cumiiing~!" She tried to lower her volume. She tried to keep her voice in the room. She was a proud woman.

But it was SO fucking hard when a massive cock was reaching deeper than your ex-husband ever had.

Kimiyo cried out louder, her voice hoarse. "FUUUUCK ME, AARON! GOD, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD!" Suddenly, she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body moving in a rhythmic dance of pure pleasure.

"Oh?"

Cassandra raised a brow too. This was unexpected.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE~! YOUR DICK IS TOOO GOOOOODD~! YOU'RE MAKING ME FORGET ARTHUR!" Orgasm and her back arched. "YOU'RE MAKING ME FORGEEEET~! THANK YOUUU~!"

Making a divorced woman forget about her trash, murderous rapist husband? Another tick off the list.

With his other hand, Aaron's three fingers slipped from Cassandra's cunt and went to find her clit. As he began to rub slow, firm circles around it, Cassandra arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the sensations flooding her body. The feeling of Aaron's fingers on her most sensitive bud, combined with the sight of his cock disappearing into Kimiyo's willing body, sent her senses into overload.

Aaron quickened his pace, his breathing becoming ragged as his orgasm started to build. Kimiyo was so tight, her pussy gripping him like a vice, milking his cock as he fucked her. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and the thought of cumming deep inside this stranger made his balls tighten.

"OH GOD, AARON, I'M GONNA CUM!" Kimiyo cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm took hold. "PLEASE, PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME! I WANT TO FEEL YOU FILL ME UP!"

Aaron grunted in response, his hips stuttering as he thrust into her one last time, unleashing a torrent of hot cum deep into Kimiyo's waiting pussy. She screamed as she felt him pulse inside her, her own orgasm extending as she felt the warmth of his release. His thick cum flooded her cum and utterly replaced the old marks left by her ex-husband.

Kimiyo Hoshi, Doctor Light, was fucked and bred by a man that wasn't her husband. For the first time in a long time, she felt relieved.

"Phew." As his spasming cock jerked out, cum flowed out. It was a natural phenomena with Aaron. Unlike most husbands, his seed was thick as yogurt and a hundred times more virile. Withdrawing the final inch, his shaft was glistening with their combined juices.

As for Kimiyo, she was out for the count. This woman was capable of exorcising the Great Darkness from the entire Justice Incarnate during the Dark Crisis. She was gifted with a connection to The Light of Creation by the Monitor. All forms of light fell under her control.

But did that mean she could handle a dicking from Aaron Reigner? No, not at all. Not when her previous husband was that much smaller than her. The heat that Aaron exuded could not be withstood even by the greatest of women.

Which was why Cassandra deservedly smiled and wagged her ass. She was the woman that rose to the challenge every time. She was the woman that surpassed Lady Shiva in martial arts before her twenties. Unquestionably, she was the most underrated of the Bat Family—her best feat being able to tame Aaron. Make him cum in a matter of two minutes, sometimes less.

He moved towards Cassandra, who continued wagging her ass, her gaping hole welcoming him, eager for her turn to be pleasured by her man.

"Not my pussy," Cassandra said, practically humming. "Other hole."

Smiling, he shuffled on his knees and slapped her ass. "Your ass got bouncier, you know that. Pregnancy did wonders."

Cassandra giggled.

He positioned himself, his cock throbbing and glistening in the soft light of the room. With a gentle thrust, half his cock entered her asshole, moaning as her tight walls enveloped him once more.

Cassandra was so wet, her asshole slick and already stretched from the hundred-some hours of sex, making it easy for Aaron to slide in and out of her with smooth, deep strokes. He leaned forward, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss as he began to move faster, his hips rocking against hers.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

Aaron's hands roamed his tits, groping and loving her.

"Mmmph~! Mmmpph~! Ngggh~! Cumming~!" Cassandra's eyes rolled back as he kissed and fucked her. Doggy-style sex so intimate that her brain was getting fried. From the day she was born, she trained to win. To achieve victory.

But with Aaron, victory was impossible. Cassandra could simply fall in his arms and orgasm. Feel pleasure repeatedly and feel that her life was worth living.

Aaron broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. "Your ass is as tight as ever."

"Mmmnh! Yes! Yes!" Cassandra cried out, her head shaking as she rode the waves of two back-to-back orgasms. That was how Aaron and Cass always fucked: they racked a ludicrous number of orgasms. Breaking records, breaking any notions of sex. "Love it! Love your cock! Mmmph~! Nhgghh~! Fuck me harder! Cum! Cum~! Cuuum~! I wanna keep cumming~!"

Aaron obliged, sitting upright and his hands gripping her waist as he snapped his hips forward, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Fourteen inches of cock pistoning in and out of her asshole. Enough cock to make any woman faint and lose control.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

Kimiyo, vaguely recovered from her own orgasmic high, watched the pair with hooded eyes. Her face was down while her ass was raised high, dripping with his cum. There was just so much to it. Her hand moved between her legs to play with her clit as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her release. "Haa…haah…" This was her tenth orgasm. Ten orgasms in what was five minutes of sex.

Kimiyo witnessed their passion, thinking how absurd the couple was. Aaron glanced over and read her mind. She was thinking, 'Me and Arthur NEVER fucked like that…' Knowing that she had been a part of creating this intense moment between them, she reached her eleventh orgasm.

Aaron felt his control starting to slip as Cassandra's asshole clenched around him, her pussy juices flowing freely. Her tight hole massaged his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through his body, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm gonna cum!" Aaron grit his teeth, his voice thick with arousal. "Your ass feels so good, I can't hold back!"

"Cum!" Cassandra cried out, throwing her hips back. "Inside~! Inside~!"

Her words sent Aaron over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he unleashed his load into her asshole. His body shuddered as his cock pulsed, painting her insides with his warmth. "Haah…" He came and pulled out, droplets of cum following.

Aaron could only smile. Because unlike Kimiyo who looked like she had gone through a marathon…

"Again."

For Cassandra, this was a Tuesday. She could keep going. She could keep smiling.

Kimiyo mistook it for pure insanity when in reality it was pure love. Like a married couple of decades sharing a long joke. The Japanese woman thought no woman could handle getting dicked down like that and keep going.

Cassandra spread her ass cheeks again and offered up her pussy. The ravish confidence in her was truly unparalleled.

That was why Aaron loved her.

***

Aaron had an arm to his forehead as he stared at the moon. He stood at the doorway between the courtyard and the room. The scent of sex had been replaced by lavender. He breathed in and out, loving the air. Aaron had always dreamed of going to Tokyo—and yes, it was because of anime. Here in Tokyo, however, he found the moon to be the same as any other.

Aaron decided he liked it. The moon might have been the same but everything else was different. The chipper grasshoppers and the warmth of the water and the plants in the area. This region of the world was singing. From his fingertips, light flickered. A new power was coursing through his veins.

'I can understand why Ivy loves plants so much.' Inhale, exhale. 'Being this close to mother nature is…nice. Gotham's plants are screaming in pain compared to this.'

He wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. He wanted to be nude and enjoy the outside world.

Behind him, the sliding doors discreetly opened. If Aaron wasn't who he was, he might not have noticed. The door was opened so precisely that it must have been done by someone with experience. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw a shadow. A figure that was dark and wore red goggles.

The lights were off. With a blink, Aaron flipped them on.

There she was. A woman wearing a black, latex, full body suit, a hood with cat ears mounted on top, and the red goggles which gleamed in the dark.

The second Catwoman—Eiko Hasigawa. The hostess of this hot spring.

Her first reaction—shock. Not because of the sudden lights but something else. Eiko Hasigawa was shocked at the two creampied ladies in the middle of the room. Asses up, face down, and both holes were completely filled. Kimiyo was muttering delusions, "Arthur…Arthur…small…cock…bigger…"

Arthur Light was a supervillain that went big time. He committed heinous acts, died three times, and came back to only cause more issues. To be affiliated in any way with him, to have children with him, she felt ashamed.

Not anymore. The Japanese had been creampied twice and wiped of her trauma. A true testament to Aaron's cock and his abilities in bed. No mind control necessary, this was pure skill.

"So?"

His voice brought her eyes to him. Her eyes went even wider. Aaron hadn't bothered to put on clothes. After all, while Kimiyo went down after the second creampie, Cassandra took hours to bring down. Even then, he suspected in ten or fifteen minutes, she would get back up.

Face to face with a nude Aaron whose flaccid ten inch dong hung between his legs, Eiko Hasigawa was speechless. She wore the same Catwoman as Selina but she was not Selina. Indeed, if it was Selina, she would have picked her slacked jaw up, approached him all slutty, and then give him a blowjob.

Eiko simply gulped and stood there.

What an absurd cock.

That was all she could think. A hand on his hip, cum dripping from the tip, Aaron asked, "Something wrong?"

A ten inch flaccid member. Eiko was a hot spring owner. She had seen literally thousands of penises yet Aaron set a standard that broke her mind. That massive schlong shouldn't have existed.

"Selina wasn't…exaggerating," Eiko finally said, exhaling. "You're…divine."

Moving up, Eiko scanned his pelvis muscles, his abs, and his shoulders. Everything about him was perfect.

"Careful. You're lesbian, aren't you?"

Eiko blinked. "H-how did—"

"You're Eiko Hasigawa. The heiress to the Hasigawa Family branch of the Yakuza, in Gotham City. You and Selina were together once."

"Did she—"

"Tell me? No."

Eiko swallowed thickly. "So…you really are a god?"

Aaron did not answer that question. "I already read your mind. I know what you want." His eyes darkened. "So…what will you do?"

Eiko did not immediately retory. A whip was at her side and her Catwoman suit was made of a fibre that could deflect bullets. In terms of ability, she was far inferior to the original. As a matter of fact, judging by her muscles, Aaron suspected Eiko was hardly any better than Stepahnie.

Originally, she entered in her Catwoman suit in case a fight broke out. But seeing Aaron's body and the aura around him, she understood that was futile. The moment she resolved herself to be in vicinity, she was destined to lose and be at his mercy.

Recognizing her inferiority, Eiko took a deep breath, grabbed her whip, and placed it on the ground. No, not just her whip, Eiko herself remained on the ground. She began stripping herself. Zipping it down from the chest, she pulled the custom down. Her tattoos were revealed.

Tattoos of serpents.

Tattoos of the Yakuza.

Eiko Hasigawa bowed down, forehead to the floor. Her firmly trained ass was sticking out unconsciously. Aaron appreciated her figure.

"My purpose is to ask for your help," Eiko said, slightly muffled from the bowed head.

Aaron crossed his arms, peering down at her. 'Do all Yakuza submit so easily? First those other men, now her.'

"She said you could solve all my problems. She said you could save Tokyo—no, all of Japan."

"I could."

This wasn't Gotham. Gotham was literally cursed. Tokyo? Tokyo was a metropolitan city with the potential to be bright.

"Please save Japan. I'm begging you. I will even…offer my body."

Aaron stared down at her. "I'm not a villain," he said. "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do. If you're into women, keep it that way. Don't shame yourself like this."

Eiko raised her head, eyes locking onto his flaccid member and then his face. She really was into women. However, Aaron had the type of cock and body that boggled anyone and everyone regardless of sexuality. It was like looking at huge tits. Even if you were into smaller racks, seeing a huge one like Starfire's would make you want to peep at least once.

'Not to mention I already have enough women in harem. If I start picking strays like you, it's going to get ridiculous.'

"You're offering me something in turn," Aaron declared.

"Anything." Eiko lowered herself again. "Anything."

"You will bring the Justice League Incarnate to me."