Eiko Hasigawa wants to talk

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 The scent of sex had been replaced by lavender.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 realized 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 **** 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.”