Hot spring stay

“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.