Roof caves in. Surprise from Mary Batson!

Never did he expect for the roof to cave in.

It was a resounding crash—a body shooting from the ceiling, a blur of red, white, and gold plummeting straight into the mixed bath, sending water cascading everywhere.

“Huh.”

Aaron wiped his face, blinking through the splash zone as the figure groaned in the water. He barely had a second to process before the new arrival jolted upright, coughing, and sending waves rippling through the spring.

It was a woman. A very attractive woman. In a very wet white-and-gold superhero costume.

The Collective **** recognized her immediately—Mary Batson of Earth 5, one of the most powerful magical beings in the multiverse. She looked dazed but unharmed, shaking droplets from her long dark hair. Then she turned and saw him.

More specifically, she saw all of him.

Including that ten inch grandfather of a dong.

Mary Batson, champion of Shazam, bearer of the Wisdom of Solomon, blushed so hard she could have powered an entire city block.

"Oh! Oh my GOD—!" Her hands flailed as she scrambled back against the rocks, eyes wide and locked onto Aaron’s very impressive physique. “T-that’s a penis—sorry! Wait, no! Um…! Sorry!”

Aaron, completely unbothered, simply tilted his head. “You crashed into a hot spring.”

Mary sputtered. “I—! I was looking for Kal-El! Supercock—I mean, Superman!”

Aaron pointed at the exit. “He left. He’s talking to Dr. Light.”

Mary blinked. “Oh, okay, he found Dr. Light! Great!”

Then silence.

A fully clothed (and dripping wet) superheroine.

A completely nude man.

Steam rising between them like a literal representation of the tension.

Aaron was unbothered while Mary looked ready to either flee or pass out. He tilted his head to the side and finally broke the silence. “You should take off your clothes.”

Mary choked on her own dignity. “E-exucse me?!”

Aaron jabbed a finger at the bath she was in. “This is a Japanese-style hot spring. Mixed bath. Being clothed in here is disrespectful to the culture.”

Mary gasped. “O-oh. Oh no! I—” Her eyes darted around, the Wisdom of Solomon kicking in. She knew he wasn’t lying. He was completely calm. And that realization only made her panic more. “I—oh gosh, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful!”

Aaron nodded sagely. “Then you should undress.”

Mary, still blushing furiously, turned around as fast as possible, hands fumbling at her soaked cape. “Okay! Right! Um—just—don’t look!”

Aaron closed his eyes and turned.

Behind him, there was a lot of frantic rustling, the awkward sound of a superheroine peeling herself out of a skintight suit in record time. A small splash followed, and when Aaron opened his eyes, Mary had submerged herself up to her chin, arms tightly wrapped around her chest in a futile attempt to maintain her modesty.

“Done,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Aaron, still unfazed, gestured toward the side of the hot spring. “Come on. We have to wash before getting back in.”

Mary hesitated. “Wash?”

Aaron pointed behind him to the row of wooden bench, showerheads, and buckets lined up at the very back. “Traditional hot spring etiquette. You sit, scrub, rinse, then soak.”

Mary bit her lip. The Wisdom of Solomon told her he was right—this was proper bathhouse etiquette. And Mary, being the good and respectful person she was, couldn’t just not follow the rules. Even if it meant…

She sucked in a breath. “Okay.”

Shakily, she moved to the back, her hands still glued to her chest. She was surprisingly busty. Thwap, thwap, thwap! Big dick Aaron sat down first. Mary followed and sat right beside him. He picked up a wooden bucket and poured warm water over himself before grabbing some soap.

Mary, blushing furiously, did the same—except she was washing herself while simultaneously trying to keep everything covered. It was not an easy task.

Aaron did not look at her. “You realize you have to actually wash properly, right?”

Mary flushed as red as a tomato. “I am.”

“You’re barely touching the soap.”

“I-I'm working up to it.”

Aaron simply shrugged and went about his own routine. Mary, after a solid minute of wrestling with her embarrassment, finally sighed and gave in. Her arms left her breasts and out bounced DDs.

Aaron very much appreciated a look at them. They were soft and full of heart. Untouched and defying gravity. Mary Batson had a divine figure, thicc where it needed to be yet somehow not too pervy or slutty. She was a figure that perfectly came between Powerful and Supergirl.

The next few moments were filled with awkward silence, broken only by the sound of running water and soap lathering. Finally, Mary huffed and shot him a side glance. Her eyes dipped down. “W-wow…so big…”

She couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t. This man was as hung as a horse. This man was fucking hot. Mary heaved, sitting right beside Aaron on the wooden bench, her legs tightly pressed together, hands gripping the edge like she might just float away if she let go. The heat of the bathhouse curled around her, a steamy haze settling over everything. But none of that compared to the sheer heat radiating off the very, very naked man sitting next to her.

She had never seen a man nude before. Not in porn because she didn’t watch it. Not in her time as a hero because luck. This…everything about this situation was a whole new level. Her eyes darted to the side, then quickly away. Nope. Not looking. Definitely not looking at that hog of a cock.

Aaron, meanwhile, was as casual as ever, scooping up a bucket of warm water and dumping it over his head with a satisfied sigh. "You alright?" he asked, glancing at her with those calm, unreadable eyes.

Mary stiffened. "Y-yeah! Totally fine! Super fine! Solomon-level fine!"

"...Right. You sure? 'Cause you look like you're about to overheat."

"No! No, I—this is just—well, you know, it’s a lot for a girl to take in! I mean—not like that! I mean, you're—you—" Mary groaned and covered her face. "Ugh, kill me. Just strike me down where I sit."

Mary Batson of Earth 5 was an innocent young gale. Freshly twenty years of age and a college woman who was still thinking about her future. Her world in general was very…bubbly. It was like the Earth of the golden age. Her Earth was silly and magical and whimsical.

It was not pervy.

Aaron smiled. "That'd be a waste. You're cute when you're flustered."

Mary nearly swallowed her own tongue. "I—e-excuse me?"

Aaron just shrugged, still as cool as ever, while Mary frantically scooped up a bucket of water and dumped it over herself in an attempt to calm her raging embarrassment. It only half-worked.

After a long, heavy silence, she finally exhaled, gathering what little dignity she had left. "So, uh... do you come to these kinds of places often?"

Aaron tilted his head slightly. "You mean hot springs?"

"Yeah. You seem, um, really comfortable."

"I like places where I can relax. No need for suits, masks, weapons. Just people being people."

Mary peeked at him from behind damp strands of hair. "Even if those people happen to crash through the roof?"

Aaron chuckled. "Even then."

She bit her lip, her fingers playing with the edge of her towel. "Y-you know, I don't usually, um... get into situations like this."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I mean, I fight bad guys! I do good things! I don’t just..." She gestured vaguely between them. "...sit naked with a stranger in a bathhouse!"

Aaron gave a low hum, like he was considering her words carefully. "Then let’s not be strangers. What’s your name?”

“M-my name? Mary Batson…”

“I’m Aaron Reigner. Nice to meet you, new friend.” He turned and held a hand out. Mary, on instinct, took it. Aaron very much took his time looking at her breasts. Puffy nipples that did not droop in the slightest. Truly a divine form.

“You too…”

“See, we get along fine. We’ll be more than friends in no time.”

The handshake ended. Mary blinked. That was... weirdly sweet? And also dangerously flirty? Oh God, was she losing control of this conversation?!