The yakuza leave

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 ****. 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.