Risk It All: Cultural Exchange (Omake) (Patreon)

This is a commissioned Omake chapter. Non-canon, but you can consider it a continuation of a parallel timeline or something. 

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I rested my hand on Diana's thigh, an action I never expected to come to me with such ease, but I found that it got much easier with repetition. Her skin was smooth and soft under my palm, despite the powerful muscles I could feel just beneath the surface. I heard Diana take in a breath as we both sat down on the couch in front of the TV. The living room was a place we frequented often now.

Our training sessions happened daily. That part, we still took seriously. I was pretty far behind the Team in terms of over all experience. Robin had been Robin pretty much since he could walk, Kid Flash had been mentored for years. Kaldur had only been Aqualad for a few years, but before that, he was enrolled at a military academy. I had a lot of catching up to do.

Diana was a slave driver in that regard. Sparring, simulations, and quizzes. She wanted to drill the instincts I was missing into me, teach me how to react when this or that happened. I had a lot of bruises, but each one was a lesson and a mistake that I made sure not to repeat.

However, as much as she was a slave driver as a teacher, when we were done, she stressed the importance of relaxation. Anime training montages had lied to me -- if you kept pushing and pushing and pushing yourself, you wouldn't break past your limits, your body would give out. Worse, you could do some serious, possibly permanent damage to yourself. So, she stressed that after a good workout/ass kicking, that you kicked your feet up and rested.

"We shouldn't," Diana told me, not shying away from my touch as I lazily caressed her heavenly muscled thigh. Her skin was utterly flawless, not a single blemish to be seen anywhere on her body, with a deep tan to it. Actually, that might just be her natural skin color. I don't think she could actually get a tan. When your skin can repel tank fire, UV rays didn't stand much of a chance in comparison.

I ignored her token protests, my hand drifting closer to the junction between her thighs, up to the star-spangled blue spandex that covered her lower body. Despite her words, her other leg shifted, granting me better access, access that I didn't use just yet. I took my time. My fingers ghosted over her thigh, feeling the goose flesh rise when my fingers strayed closer and closer to their inevitable destination. "You say that every time," I pointed out to her, still pretending to be watching… a food channel?

"I mean it every time. We shouldn't be doing this. Especially not here," Diana pointed out, looking at me with a severe expression, one that instantly crumbled the moment that my fingertips brushed against her pussy through her costume. I had absolutely no clue what her costume was made of. It was an odd mixture of something like super thin spandex and something that felt like leather. I can't imagine that stroking her through it was all that stimulating, not enough to merit that reaction, but I suspected it had less to do with how good it felt and more with the fact that it was happening at all. "It's just asking to get caught."

"Everyone is out," I reminded her. Megan and Conner were gone, so Kid Flash wouldn't bother showing up without anyone to hit on. Aqualad would only be here if Robin or Kid were, and since Robin wasn't, we had nothing to worry about. Wonder Woman also had access to the Mountain's security systems, which would give an alert for any Zeta Tube functions, and I already knew that the camera in the room was dealt with, with cut footage replaying on a loop. It was as safe as could be. "I thought you liked the danger?" I asked her, watching her expression as she appeared conflicted.

On one hand, there was pleasure as I ground my fingers into her pussy in small circles, grinding against her clit as best I could through her costume. On the other, I saw the part of her that wanted to argue. The part of her that always meant it when she said that this time would be the final time, no matter what. That part of her slowly lost the battle as a sigh escaped Diana.

"Not enough to get caught," she admitted. Diana was honest. She was a paragon of truth, and I had no clue how sexy that could be before we began our illicit relationship. "If… since we're going to do this, we really should do it elsewhere."

She wasn't wrong, "But I kinda like it here. This room has fond memories," I said, giving Diana a smile that wasn't quite a smirk. To that end, I shifted in my seat and hooked my fingers around the wedge of costume between her legs. Pulling it to the side, I revealed her pussy. It never got any less breathtaking, no matter how many times I saw it. Her nether lips were coated in a sheen of her arousal, something that seemed to embarrass her based on the glare that she gave me. With my other hand, I lined my two middle fingers up with her entrance.

Holding her gaze, I saw Diana's will to resist crumble the moment I slid my fingers into her pussy. They clenched down on the digits, nearly crushing them with her slick velvet walls. She was super strong, both inside and out. Diana bit her lip when the inside of my palm found her clit, grinding on it while my fingers began to move. She held her lip between her teeth for a long moment before they parted, a small gasp escaping her.

Diana stressed relaxation, but I found that we didn't do much relaxing. Despite her protests that we shouldn't be doing what we did, I always found her to be a willing participant. The first time, I had been hesitant.

After we had sex for the first time, and I lost the adrenaline high, it sank in that I had just had sex with Wonder Woman, and I had the appropriate reaction of freaking out. Both for what it meant for me and my place on the Team, and because it was Wonder Woman.

The next day, Wonder Woman called me in for training. She didn't say anything about it. So, I didn't either. I got my ass kicked, then she brought me into the living room, and… lingered.

So I shot my shot, and kissed her, and the next thing I knew, I was fucking her. Again. At the end of the day, this continued because she wanted it to. I couldn't physically do anything to her that she didn't allow to happen. Wonder Woman could break me like a toothpick if she wanted. And she didn't want to.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers and only then did she release the moan that had been building up inside her. Her walls clenched down on my fingers again, while her hands went to my hair, running her fingers through it.

Her tongue brushed against mine. Like I said, she was super strong on the inside and the outside, and the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body. So when my tongue slid over hers and pinned it in her mouth, it was only because she let me. And I would never, ever, in my life get over how incredible that felt.

My Kissing skill worked its magic on her, filling the living room with the sounds of us making out, with a little backup from the choir as I fingered her.

Her breath tickled my cheek as she began to breathe more heavily, and after a week, I was starting to recognize the signs. I maintained my course, my fingers thrusting in and out of her, the pads of them grinding against her walls, all at a blistering pace. My palm ground into her clit, inching her closer to her first orgasm of the night while she squirmed and moaned underneath me. Her body twitched and shivered, powerful muscles tensing as if she were fighting against the growing pleasure that she felt.

Then, suddenly, it became too much.

"Hnngh," Wonder Woman bit back a moan, breaking the kiss as arousal seeped from her pussy, gushing against my palm and dripping into the sofa cushions. Which was fine since I would just replace them when we were done. They were like one prestige to replace. Her chest heaved, rising and falling in great gasps as her senses were assaulted by her orgasm. A moan escaped her when my lips went to her neck, kissing along her choroid artery while the tips of my fingers quickly swept back and forth over her clit, showing her no mercy.

I couldn't tell if she came again, or if it was just because she was sensitive, but her hips bucked against my hand. Her hands fisted in my hair, and I winced as she pulled a few out of my head. "Aphrodite…!" Wonder Woman moaned, trembling at my touch as I finally slowed my ministrations. She was panting by the time I was done, more exhausted than she had ever been after hours of training. The evidence of her orgasm seeped into the green fabric of the couch, forming a wet spot that betrayed how much she enjoyed this.

It was an intoxicating feeling. I never really got the idea behind someone getting drunk on power. Even with my own superpower, which was completely overpowered, I never felt like I was… all that. I mean, it was hard to, because I knew Superman could just put me in a headlock if I ever got too full of myself, and that would be that. I was powerful, but there were plenty who were more powerful. However, watching Wonder Woman collect herself after an intense orgasm that I had delivered her to -- I finally got a taste of it myself and understood why the feeling went to people's heads.

"We can't keep doing this here," Wonder Woman repeated, somewhat breathless, and the orgasm sadly wasn't enough to wipe away her concerns. "The looped footage is bound to be discovered sooner or later. And super senses are not something so easily fooled. I suspect that the others already suspect something is amiss."

Oh. That wasn't good. "Has anyone said anything to you?" I asked her, because no one had hinted anything about them knowing that Wonder Woman and I were sleeping together, and she shook her head. "Are you sure aren't-" Imagining things I almost said, before catching myself and leaning back for a moment.

I was being dumb for no real reason.

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I have an apartment in Gotham that we could use, if that would help? It's empty, so we could have it all to ourselves," I offered and Wonder Woman offered me a rare smile. She smiled often enough, but this wasn't one of her practiced, perfect ones for the press, or even one of the small proud ones she sometimes gave me when I impressed her in our spars. It was one of relief, that I had seen reason, and behind that simple happiness. She leaned up, pressing her lips against mine.

"Thank you," she told me, pulling back. "I know that you have… fond memories of doing this here. It would be a lie to say that I don't as well," she admitted, "But it is not worth the risk."

"Yeah, I understand." I agreed, absently wiping her wetness off on my pants. Then I caught the look that she was giving me. Eyes half-lidded as the smile she wore changed, transforming into something hungrier. Her switch had been flipped, as much as she was trying to deny it, as if my agreeing with her about the need to relocate had been final nail in the coffin of her better judgment.

"I would like to go to your apartment… but it would be a shame to not make one final memory here, wouldn't it?" she asked me, a hand drifting down to my groin, feeling my erection through my pants. She bit her lip again, her fingers tracing my length through the fabric. "Is there something you want me to do, for our final memory?"

I never in a billion years would have thought I would ever have the confidence to say what came out my mouth. "I want to see you dance," I told her, making an eyebrow raise. "Sensually," that sounded a lot better than I wanted to see her do a strip tease. Which I did. I could have asked for a blowjob or anal, or whatever, but…

I was the instigator. I was the one that made the first move for sex every single time. It was something that she had to warm up to, even though she kept putting herself in these situations, usually after a good orgasm that robbed her of her higher thinking. I hadn't seen any of that untamable seductress that started this whole mess in the first place since the first time. And I wanted to see that part of Wonder Woman again. The intensely sexual woman that knew any hot blooded man or woman would die to have their head buried between her legs.

"I see," Wonder Woman responded, not sounding displeased with the request. She stood up, adjusting her costume so that it was once again doing its job of covering her as she gazed down at me with intensely blue eyes.

Then, she began to move. There was no hesitation, or embarrassment in her actions. Not an ounce of self consciousness either. Her movements started small, a simple swaying of her hips as she slowly twisted around, displaying her ass, barely concealed by her tights. My gaze roamed her long legs, perfectly tanned and proportioned.

Her hands went up to her corsage, cupping her breasts through the surprisingly pliant material as she watched me over her shoulder. I drank her in, admiring how her back flexed and shifted, along with the muscles in her arms and shoulders. She wasn't overly muscled to the point they were bulging, but had clear definition that proudly displayed that they were there. Wonder Woman gave me a smirk, her eyes lingering on the erection that strained against my clothes. As she turned, she slowly pulled down her corsage, revealing her breasts to me a scant inch at a time.

The word perfect came to mind for the view in front of me. I had seen them before. I would likely see them again, but every time I saw them, I was no less amazed than I was the first time. Her smirk grew as she started to tug down her costume, revealing her defined abs to me. She showed off every inch of her body as she leaned in close, almost enough that I could reach out and touch her. Her breasts swayed with each movement she made, bouncing ever so slightly as she exaggerated each motion. She turned around again, temporarily hiding her wonderful breasts from view. With her back to me once again, she pulled up on the bottom half of her costume, driving the starred-spangled blue spandex into the valley of her glorious ass.

It dug into her skin, the crease of the fabric proving just a bust stronger than her bronzed skin. She shook her ass seductively, invitingly, before she pulled down her costume in a tortuously slow motion, bending over as the spandex-like fabric slid down the glorious globes of her ass. She kept going, dragging the bottom half of her costume down her toned legs until she was completely bent over and what laid beneath was revealed. Her pussy was a narrow slit, her lips parted with arousal to reveal the bright pinkness of her inner lips. I reached out despite myself, only to find my hands caught in her iron-like grip instead.

She glanced back at me and I saw lust in her eyes before Wonder Woman sat on my lap, grinding her ass onto my cock. The fabric between us maddeningly muffled the sensations, but I felt her slick dampness and the heat that radiated from her body even still. Her hips bounced in a slow, rhythmic motion, and I found my cock being moved up towards my waistline, letting her grind her pussy along my length.

She forced my hands onto her hips, and kept them there, not allowing them to stray. My cock throbbed after only a short minute of the action, a warning that I was getting close. It was only then that she released my hands, for the sole purpose of pulling down my pants to let my cock spring free. My hands lunged for her breasts as soon as they were able, my fingers finding her nipples while she placed my cock between her legs, letting my cock grind against her pussy.

My fingers tugged at her sensitive nubs, finding them stiff to the touch. I rolled them, pinching them -- a roughness that Wonder Woman loved based on her vocal moan of approval, jerking her hips back and forth along my cock and soaking it with her wetness. Her outer lips were slick and hot, not as great as the inside of her pussy felt, but this wasn't bad either. She adored it when I restrained nothing, being as rough as I could simply because I couldn't physically hurt her if I tried.

"I'm about to cum," I warned her, feeling her cup her hands around my cockhead in preparation.

"I know~!" Wonder Woman replied, only to moan deeply when my orgasm slammed into me. I pressed my body against hers, burying my face into her back, my balls clenching powerfully to empty everything that they contained. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt five pounds lighter when the last of my cum spurted out of me.

However, it was no time for rest, because a second later, Wonder Woman turned around to face me, her hands cupped to hold the thick white cum that she had gathered. My cock rose to attention as I watched the sexiest woman on earth make a show of licking her hands clean of my seed, savoring it, letting it fill her mouth, and only then did she swallow.

"That-" I started, breathless, only to be interrupted.

By a door opening.

My gaze snapped to the mechanized door that had opened with a swish, the two halves retracting into the doorframe. However, that was all I could do. My body froze, paralyzed with inaction as Megan stepped into the room, for a moment completely oblivious to our presence. Then, as if drawn to us like a magnet, Megan's eyes landed on us, the only other people in the room. Her eyes widened, her lips parting, and like me and Wonder Woman, she froze.

For a long second, there was silence. It was only broken by the door sealing closed behind her.

"Megan, I understand that you may have questions," Wonder Woman started, completely calm, as if she didn't have her breasts out and was a tiara away from being completely naked. "But-"

"Oh, uhh…" Megan interjected, her lime green skin taking a reddish hue as her eyes flickered between me and Wonder Woman. I had no clue what she was about to say. What was there to say in this situation? We had literally been caught red handed.

What I didn't expect, however, was for her clothes to fucking vanish, as if scared away by all the nudity, melding into her body, and leaving Megan completely naked. The rest of her lithe body just as green as her hands and face, though it darkened at her nipples, which stood out at the perky peaks of her modest breasts. Her stomach was flat, less defined than Wonder Woman's, but her body shape leaned more towards the willowy side. Between her legs was a small strip of red, matching her hair color. And face, at the moment.

That, I was not expecting.

"Uh, if… you don't want me to tell anyone then, uh, you'll have to do what I say?" Megan said, and I also really didn't expect her to immediately blackmail us either.

Not for the first time, I found myself wondering just what went on in that girl's head.

Wonder Woman wasn't struck anywhere near as speechless as I was. "If you think I'll fall for something as paltry as blackmail-" she began, her tone angry. Shocked, too.

"Except it won't just ruin your reputation. All girls look up to you," Megan interrupted shyly. "How do you think they would feel if they knew you were having s-sex with your student?" she asked, and Wonder Woman visibly recoiled at that.

What the actual fuck was happening?

"I thought you liked Conner?" I asked, trying to understand this… whatever this was that came completely out of left field. I almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it. We were being blackmailed by Megan. Megan!

"I do," Megan admitted with more than a little embarrassment. "But I like you too? I thought it was really cool, how you keep rising above the bullying that Robin and the others do to you. And you've always been nice to me," she explained, making Wonder Woman whip around.

"You're being bullied?" she demanded to know, the heat in her voice dipping and becoming colder.

"So, I want you… to have sex with me. While Wonder Woman watches," she decided, sounding like she was forcing herself to continue, looking anywhere but at my face and fidgeting incessantly. "Or I'll tell." What? Wha…? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?

I looked to Wonder Woman in the hopes that she would have an explanation or a solution to this mess that we found ourselves in. All because we were both too horny to keep our hands off of each other. She looked at Megan with a mixture of indignant anger, shock, and… desire. I recognized it instantly. I had all but mastered finding it in her gaze, a necessary skill to make sure that I wasn’t stepping over a line she didn’t want me to step over.

And I wanted to throw my hands up in the air and start screaming.

We were getting blackmailed by Megan ‘I’ll bake you cookies just because I feel like it’ M'orzz, which was so far outside the realm of my wildest imagination, and worse, Wonder Woman was getting off on it. Her being a cuck queen wasn’t as utterly mindblowing a revelation, but that was in comparison to the fact that we were getting blackmailed. By Megan. Sweet, lovable Megan, that wanted for me to fuck her in front of Wonder Woman.

What the fuck?

“I… we have no choice, then,” Wonder Woman lied as naturally as she breathed. So much for being a paragon of Truth. She very pointedly did not look at me, likely sensing that I saw right through her bullshit. “It shames me, but if this secret got out, it would undo decades of work. It would tarnish not only my reputation, but that of the league. Ren, I ask that you do as she says.” Wonder Woman said, as if she were making a great sacrifice by going along with Megan's crazy demands, but I saw the arousal dripping between her thighs.

My gaze met Megan’s, who blushed deeply as she approached. Her hands covered her breasts, having decided a little late that no, she actually was embarrassed to be seen naked, but her gaze dipped down to my still hardened dick that wasn’t at all bothered by the situation. Still slick from Wonder Woman’s ministrations.

She came to a stop in front of me, showing Wonder Woman her back, who stood with a conflicted expression on her face. As if she couldn't quite believe Megan's audacity or the fact that she had let her libido get the best of her and was going along with it. Megan reached out, gently pressing her fingers against the side of my cock, as if she were getting a feel for it. Her eyes flickered back up to me, and despite the obvious hesitation she had, I saw the lust in her eyes.

I realized then that she wasn't just blowing smoke, and that she really was as interested in me as she was in Connor. She had seen her opportunity and had decided to run with it.

Her fingers stroked my cock, running along its length before gently wrapping around it. She broke the impromptu staring contest between us by looking over her shoulder at Wonder Woman, “You can take a seat. And if you want to touch yourself… you can?” she said, and I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be an order or not. But, all the same, Wonder Woman obliged, taking a seat on the couch that was still damp with her arousal.

Then Megan looked back to me, giving me a doe-eyed look that had no place on a girl blackmailing me into sexual favors, “Kiss me?”

I still had absolutely no idea what was going on. This entire situation had me so bewildered that I legitimately didn’t know what to think. However, for whatever the reason, it was happening. Wonder Woman was already massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, completely into it. Megan was doing her best to be dominant, but everything she said sounded like a request or a question. And I…

I just went with it.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, and I heard a small gasp escape Megan as I kissed her. Her lips were every bit as soft as a regular girl's. I wasn’t sure why, but I was expecting something different since she was an alien. Megan hesitantly returned the kiss, her tongue clumsily brushing against mine as she seemed to melt against me, her hands still gliding over my cock. Despite the situation, her inexperience was abundantly clear, so I quickly took the lead, deepening the kiss while my hands went to her ass.

My fingers dug into the lumps of green flesh, spreading them as I felt them up. I opened my eyes when I heard Wonder Woman gasp lightly and saw her shamelessly fingering herself, one of her hands having migrated south, while pinching one of her nipples. It seemed she was fully on board with this.

To that end, with one hand, I brought up one of Megan's legs, hooking it around my waist. Megan made a noise of protest, but she didn’t seem to mind the action too much as our tongues battled against one another.

Megan, I found, was extremely easy to please. Her signs were different, less physical on because she was a shapeshifter, but she was more vocal. Her own hands clawed at my body, digging into my skin with a sense of desperation, trying to get a little more pleasure that would push her over the ledge. Then, she got it.

She pulled back, letting out a moan that a pornstar would be proud of while pressing her forehead into my shoulder, her body twitching as her orgasm crashed over her. I'm not sure if it was because she was in a human body, but I wasn't seeing that much of a difference between her and Wonder Woman in terms of reactions. Though, I guess it was nice to know that my skills worked on aliens. Even if the fact that they had human-like biology probably helped.

"That was…" Megan breathed, panting against me. "I'm ready," she decided, taking in a deep breath and pulling back. There was a slight and familiar smile on her face that didn't at all fit the situation.

"If you're sure…" I muttered, still just going with it. I did feel a little bad about it. I don't think that Conner liked Megan back, but I also didn't know for sure. At the same time, I was getting blackmailed with sabotaging the feminist movement if I didn't fuck her, so… I don't even know. It was happening and that was that. I was faintly surprised to see Megan turn around, and I followed my instincts and grabbed her wrists, taking one in each hand.

I lined myself up with her entrance, finding her inner lips were a similar shade of green, and slick with arousal. Megan looked to Wonder Woman, wiggling her hips ever so slightly. "You don't deserve this c-cock," Megan said, stumbling over her words like a shy school girl, before slamming her hips down, burying me to the hilt in a single thrust.

Jesus Christ, Megan.

Her pussy coiled around me like it was alive, each fold distinct, and I could feel every one, the thousands of them, all massaging my length. A grunt escaped me, the unique sensation washing over me. I didn’t have a huge amount of experience to make a comparison, but so far, Megan felt nothing like Wonder Woman. Drawing my hips back, I felt her intensely hot and slick walls cling to me, trying to keep me buried inside of her, and I had to almost drag myself free.

Slamming my hips forward, her plump and shapely ass rippled in a way that was almost too fluid to be natural, but I didn’t find myself caring all that much. With her wrists in my hands, my hips found a familiar rhythm, tweaked just a little for her unique needs, earning delightful moans from Megan as her entire body bounced off me, her wrists acting as leverage for my powerful thrusts. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of flesh smacking into flesh and Megan's moans which were building in intensity.

They started as small squeaks or a gasp, but in no time at all, Megan was moaning throatily, voicing her approval of the punishing pace I was setting. I couldn't see her face, but based on how Wonder Woman couldn't seem to take her gaze off of Megan's expression even as her fingers moved in blurs, it was a sight to see. The slick sounds of her masturbation created an accompaniment to the sounds of fast and fierce sex.

"He's making me feel so good," Megan gasped, as if to taunt Wonder Woman. "I love how his cock feels in my pussy! He fucks me so great!" Megan shouted as my tempo picked up, trying to my best to fuck her out of breath to get her to stop talking, because I'm not sure I wanted to hear her shit-talking Wonder Woman.

I was doing it for her sake, but based on Wonder Woman's expression, I didn't need to bother. "Does he f-fuck you like this? R-Ren, I think we should give her a better view."

Okay. I guess we were doing this now.

Megan began to float, almost pivoting on my cock, and I found myself holding her legs at the knee, hands guided into place by a telekinetic tug, with her back was pressed flush against my chest. Her legs were spread, giving Wonder Woman a clear view of my cock buried within Megan. I paused for the briefest of seconds, before I resumed my pace, only changing the angle that I was fucking her. Her pussy clenched down on me so tightly, it was almost too difficult to move.

"Take a g-good look," Megan ordered, and Wonder Woman happily did so, biting her lip as her fingers ground against her clit. Based on the amount of fluids that leaked out of her, she had either cum or she was about to. "You're really enjoying this way too much. You should get over here… for being a good s-slut, I'll let you lick his balls as he fucks a baby into me."

To my surprise, which in hindsight shouldn't have surprised me, Wonder Woman floated off of the couch and onto the coffee table that sat between us. I couldn't see her because Megan was in the way, but I felt her tongue on my balls, before she took one of them into her mouth and sucked lightly. Megan reached down and grabbed a handful of Wonder Woman's hair, pulling her closer for a better look as her pussy gobbled up my cock, something she seemed delighted by.

The combined assault was proving to be too much for me. I felt my cock throb, something that seemed to spurn both girls on. "Cum in me," Megan demanded, shaking her hips, and her pussy seemed to come alive again with the single-minded goal of milking me for all I was worth. I grit my teeth, trying to fight against it for as long as I could, but I felt myself come undone within Megan as she shouted, "Don't let a drop escape! If you do good, I'll let you lick my a-ass-pussy when he's done with it!"

I came hard. My legs nearly gave out from underneath me as I briefly went light=headed. My toes curled as Megan's pussy kept milking me as I came, hungry for every last drop. Because of that it was a solid ten seconds later when what she said began to register in my mind. I let out a shuddering laugh.

"Megan…" I heard Wonder Woman breathe. "What did you just say?"

No way. No fucking way.

"What?" Megan questioned, losing that dominating presence and returning to her normal shy self. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, but I don't know much about Earth customs like these… was I doing something wrong? Oh, Hello, Megan! -- I didn't call you a cum guzzling whore!"

Oh, fuck me.