Hiro Okamura

...Hiro Okamura coincidentally entered the changing room. Immediately, the young inventor realized Aaron was already there.

“Ohh, err, hi.”

Hiro was a slender, slightly nerdy-looking young man with dark, tousled hair and glasses that framed his intelligent eyes. But when he saw Aaron, his eyes flicked to the sleeping anaconda hidden by the black bath robe.

‘The god-king…’ Hiro swallowed as Aaron turned to look at him. ‘He was making those two SCREAM last night.’

Toyman heard. Toyman listened. He emptied his balls a dozen times over to everything.

They were in opposite states. Aaron confident while Hiro was anxious. Aaron was wearing bath robe while Hiro was taking his off. Aaron held no judgement when he saw Hiro's little dick appear, shy and modest. It wasn't exactly a third leg like Aaron's and certainly not a baby maker. But Aaron didn't like to judge other men by their dick size. It always felt unfair to him.

‘Cassandra is still dancing…’

Oh well. Aaron wasn’t worried, although he was curious. So when the nude Hiro Okamura was about to go through, Aaron offered one piece of advice.

“Try not to bust.”

Hiro Okamura was Toyman. He did not respect many people, whether it was the Justice League, Batman, or even Superman. He was an arrogant, childish young man whose intellect had fed his ego. The only time he ever listened was when he was staring at a hot, attractive girl. Power Girl's rack, Batgirl's ass, or Starfire's oblivious titty hugs. Hiro was so damn horny that he even had robotic replicas of Raven, Starfire and Wonder Girl, for his hot tub room.

Yet he listened to Aaron. This white stud that exuded a calm, intense aura. Who had openly fucked two women with a cock that was mind-numbingly big, with a cock that was fit for mating.

Hiro Okamura understood that Aaron was the hero here. Not a superhero like Batman, but a hero that fucked any woman he liked. The type of hero that a pervert like Hiro Okamura admired most.

Hiro turned to him, lowering his said and stammering out, “O-okay.”

Hiro did not fully understand his warning until he entered the hot spring. Until he halted and bore witness to Cassandra glorious nude body as it soared through the air.

The grand jetés was the classic expression of ballet. Her legs were split, one leg stretched forward and the other back, and he took a long peek of her cunt.

Hiro Okamura was flabbergasted.

She moved from grand jetés to grand jetés, her legs extending in long, graceful arcs as she leapt through the air. Each landing was soft and precise, her feet connecting with the stone floor in a barely audible whisper. After reaching one side, she heel-turned and hopped to the other.

Hiro Okamura's cock completely snapped into an erection. Three inches long and rather thick for its mediocre size, he huffed and puffed. The stimulation was too much. His nutsack was small and compact.

Cassandra hummed and planted into a splits. A burst of pre-cum burst from his little dick. Her ass cheeks faced him and he wished he could touch them.

But he couldn't. His legs were turning to jelly and his balls were tensing up.

Cassandra got up and did the splits again. Her face was finally craned to her little spectator but she didn’t care. From his first step into the change room, she had been aware.

Cassandra simply didn't care.

She proceeded to do left, right, and center splits. Switching it up for no one's sake but her own. Doing a jazz splits and bending forward so that her face touched her front leg.

"U-uhhh, unmm…."

Cassandra seemed to have a penchant for horny poses. Lying on her back, she did the splits—the most erotic way of showing your pussy to anyone. Even in porn, the Toyman had never seen anything like this. Legs coming together then splitting apart. Crossing her ankles then widening her legs into a split. She repeated it over twenty times.

Hiro looked. He stared.

All with Aaron Reigner’s permission. The Chosen One was in the change room, his own cock standing up. The sheer gap in size was illuminating. Hiro already knew that this Chinese chick was his. That there was a reason she cared little for his presence.

A pretty pink cunt like hers had been ravaged by the big white cock last night.

‘She's probably stretching to get rid of the aches.”

Despite his perverted ways, when Hiro knew he was outclassed, he accepted it. That was why Aaron was so comfortable. Reading his mind, the nineteen year old knew how to act here.

Cassandra's legs were spread and she flashed Hiro a smile. “Hi.”

At the end of the day though, he was a virgin. A genius with no game aside from his arrogance. When confronted with a real sexual situation…

“H-h-h-hey.”

Hiro Okamura was one of the top mortal minds on the planet. His IQ was easily over 200 and his depth of knowledge in robotics was second only to Lex Luther. In all of human history, few would be able to find a young man of his calibre.

Aaron told him not to bust.

Yet the genius’ three inch cock couldn't handle it. The tight, toned and super sexy legs of the ballerina. Her stretched, lovely looking pussy. Her utter disinterest in him.

Hiro immediately busted the heaviest nut of his life after stammering out that one word.

Spurrt! Spurt! Spurt!

Toyman failed. He failed as a man and as a virgin. His small cumshots spat all over the floor. Cassandra either noticed and didn't care or saw his small cock was so unimpressed that she didn't care.

Either way, Cassandra simply did not care for the little genius and continued stretching and dancing. Hiro Okamura was never going to make a move on her. Aaron snickered, snapped a finger, and disappeared.