A/N: Had fun writing this one. I think doing fics like this, with more of an emphasis on teasing and dirty talk, flow a bit better, at least when paired with characters like Columbia who have more of a teasing edge to them.
That aside, do enjoy~
Commander's Punishment
The Commander was a pervert.
That fact was quite well known across the base, no thanks to the man himself indulging in his perversity on a nigh-daily basis. Sometimes it was relatively tame, like bending down to get a look up some girl's skirt or innocently asking said girl to pick something up so he could get a view of her rear. Other times it became more ridiculous, such as when he spied on the Eagle Union girls soaking in the baths – earning a thrown basket to his head that knocked him from his perch and got him caught by the other girls waiting outside.
Yet despite that infamy, he wasn't despised as one might think. His perverted antics aside he was a great leader and even better strategist, one with a heart of gold that allowed him to treat his subordinates to any desire they wished, even at the cost of getting flak from HQ for overspending. Thus, while many were exasperated by his constant peeking or lewd antics, most put up with it and, to some, even found it endearing in a way. Though that didn't stop them from kicking him out of the baths when he tried to sneak a peek or two.
And when he was caught doing such perverse things, he was often given a token punishment. Such doing chores for his subordinates.
Which in hindsight made it weird for their boss to be basically serving them, but nobody complained about an extra helping hand to tidy up.
Thus it was on a warm summer evening that the Commander found himself cleaning the dormitory. It wasn't anything too complex; mostly just going around the rooms and collecting trash bags, tidying away their clothes or junk that they left laying about, so on and so forth. Most of the girls were courteous enough to keep their rooms mostly tidy anyway, meaning there was only a handful of troublemakers who he had to spend more time tidying up for.
''Hm, hm~'' Humming lightly to himself the Commander popped open the Cleveland-class girl's door, meandering into their bedroom.
It was empty, thanks to Cleveland, Denver and Montpelier being away on a commission, with Columbia presumably being somewhere else on the base. It was a fairly neat room by most standards, the walls a deep blue and carpet a paler shade, though it was easy to tell who slept in which bed – the rectangular room hosting four of such beds and each with their own styled quilt. Stars and stripes for Cleveland over to the far left, grey and red stripes for Montpelier, puppy print for Denver, and lastly yellow and bubble-gum pink for Columbia. Cleveland and Montpelier's areas were already neat, Denver's had some clothes scattered by the feet of her bed...
...and Columbia still hadn't made her bed; some snack wrappers and dirty clothes on both the bed and around it.
The Commander sighed at that but went about his chores without further complaint, shutting the door behind him and going about picking up dirty wrappers and putting them in the bin by the door, then bringing in the vacuum cleaner and doing the carpets, mindful not to suck up any wires or small items. He popped open the window to let in some fresh air, he picked up Columbia and Denver's dirty clothes and put them in a bag to be washed, and went about making Columbia's bed all neat.
With that he was practically done... had he not noticed that the chest of drawers between Denver and Columbia's bed was slightly open near the bottom. Curious he approached, kneeling down before it and pulling it open to see what laid inside – and found himself staring at a drawer full of panties and bras. All neatly folded and arranged, there was a vast array present from plain whites and blacks, to more fancy lacy blacks and reds. Pale pinks were dotted with small bows on the front, whilst more vivid teal panties had a flowery trim to them, giving them an exotic design.
The Commander leaned back slightly, staring at the name on the drawer. 'Columbia', it read.
And just then the door behind him opened, and Columbia waltzed inside. ''Huh? Commander?''
The Commander's head whipped around, laying eyes on Columbia as the cruiser took a slow step into her room, one hand holding a fluffy white towel to her hair and drying it. Clearly fresh out of the communal showers her skin was still slightly damp; her usual hiked-up shirt clinging to her torso and with only a pair of white side-tie panties to hug her hips, leaving her creamy legs bare to him.
In the brief silence Columbia connected the dots in her mind, noticing him looking in her underwear drawer. ''Oho~ Being a perv again, are you~?''
The cruiser snickered, about to open her mouth and say she doesn't mind... had the Commander not immediately knelt down in a dogeza position.
''I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to look, I was just tidying up and noticed the drawer was open and I was curious to what was inside and was just looking I wasn't peeping I'm sorry please don't tell Enterprise she'll sick her eagle on me again~!''
The stammering slew of words, spoken practically in a single breath, left Columbia blinking. ''O-Oh... don't worry, I-''
''I'll do anything, just don't expose me!'' The Commander begged dramatically, forehead against the carpet.
The words instantly caught Columbia's attention, her face lighting up and a sly smile spreading across her lips. ''Hoh, anything, you say~?''
''Anything, I swear!''
In response Columbia pushed her bedroom door shut behind her and locked it, the rattle of the lock prompting the Commander to lift his head a tiny bit. He raised it much higher when Columbia knelt down and cupped his chin, making him raise his head until they were eye-to-eye.
''See, Cleveland and the others won't be back till tomorrow afternoon.'' Columbia teased. ''So until then you're staying here and making it up to me, alright?''
The Commander swallowed and nodded. ''R-Right. What do you want me to do?''
''Kiss me.''
...
''Huh?'' He blinked in bewilderment.
''What~?'' Columbia grinned playfully. ''You perv on us all day and night, yet the idea of giving me a little smooch makes you hesitate? Weird set'a priorities you got there, Commander~''
The Commander blushed at that and murmured a vague agreement, staring at Columbia's lips – smooth and pink. They curled up into a cheeky smirk as the cruiser leaned in, taking the lead and luring him in with a hand to his nape, bringing them close... until at last they kissed. Slow, tentative; more explorative than anything else but still making Columbia hum approvingly all the same, the blonde cruiser pulling him deeper into the kiss and dragging it out.
Only when their lungs began to burn from a lack of oxygen did they pull apart. With pink cheeks Columbia wiggled her brows at him and darted back in, stealing another kiss from the Commander and this time earning a groan from him, both of his hands resting on her sides. She cooed at that but didn't stop him, focusing on the kiss instead and rubbing the back of his neck with her own hand, teasing a shudder out of him.
''Mm...'' Columbia breathed as she drew back, eyes locked onto his. ''Not bad, Commander. Ever kissed a girl before~?''
''Ahem... that kind of question...'' A finger to his lips silenced him.
''Remember, Commander.'' Columbia teased. ''You're paying for your perving right now. So be honest with me~''
The Commander flushed at that, but complied. ''I have, yes.''
''How many?''
''...I've lost count, honestly.'' He admitted.
''Ooh~'' Columbia cooed, raising a brow. ''Gimme a rough number then.''
''Several dozen? If you count cheek-kisses, maybe a hundred.''
''Never knew you were such a playboy.'' The cruiser ribbed playfully.
The Commander just chuckled sheepishly, watching Columbia as she stood up and offered him a hand. He accepted it, feeling a bit embarrassed as he led her not to her bed, but over towards Cleveland's bed by the wall – pausing only long enough to shut the open window and pull the curtain shut, making sure nobody would see them. Without the amber hue spilling into the room it was left much more dim yet, in a way, more erotic.
Something Columbia likely appreciated as she got him to sit down on the bed, smiling at him as she sat on the bed opposite him – and gave him an order. ''Take off your pants.''
The Commander blushed, but at this point knew better than to argue and simply complied. His belt came undone easily and was slid off onto the floor, his pants soon coming unbuttoned and pushed down his thighs and off of his feet, his shoes joining them. Left sat in his boxers the Commander hesitated for only a few moments before tugging his boxers down too, tossing them off his ankle and earning a pleased coo from Columbia herself, her eyes tracing his stiffening cock with approval.
''Hm... jerk off now.'' Columbia idly told him.
''Seriously?'' He asked in mild disbelief.
''Yeah. I wanna watch ya do it.'' Columbia said shamelessly. ''Here, I'll even give you some encouragement...''
The Commander didn't get the chance to ask what kind of encouragement that was before Columbia delivered it – namely by pulling her shirt up and flashing him her bare, shapely breasts, no bra to hide them. The sight alone immediately sent his blood rushing south, and with only minor reluctance the Commander grasped his cock and started stroking himself off, gaze locked onto the pair of tits just a few feet away from him and tipped with pinkish nipples.
''Heh, knew that'd get you goin'~'' Columbia teased, leaning back a bit and presenting her flat stomach too, giving him a bit of a show. ''Y'know, kinda curious too. You a boob guy or a butt guy?''
''What kind of question is that...'' The Commander murmured; breathing becoming fast as he stroked himself off.
Columbia shrugged. ''Hey, just askin'. Curious is all.''
The Commander debated not answering, embarrassed, but after a moment he went along with it. ''Either or.''
Columbia looked vaguely amused and responded by pushing her shirt back down – before she twisted around so her ass faced him, playfully wiggling he rear. With only her white side-tie panties on there was little to hide her peachy ass, the sight further fuelling his lust and making his hand stroke along his cock faster, beating his meat with growing excitement. Columbia only teased him further; reaching back and smacking her own butt, her legs shutting and rocking her back-and-forth or spreading further apart and giving her rear a sensual wiggle.
Until she rolled over onto her back, legs lolled apart and barely preserving her modesty before she sat upright, thighs shutting. Though she didn't immediately say anything the aroused look she gave him told that she was getting off on this as much as he was, A fact proven true as Columbia hopped off Montpelier's bed and nudged his hand off of his dick, allowing her to straddle him and press her crotch against his cock, only her panties in the way to stop him from accidentally slipping in.
''Mm...'' Columbia bit her bottom lip and peered into his eyes; only an inch or two between their faces. ''Y'know, despite being a perv, you're pretty popular here...''
''Really?'' He murmured back.
''Yep.'' Columbia grunted the word out as she started rolling her hips – grinding herself against his erect cock. ''Cleveland masturbated a couple times to the thought of you.''
''S-She what...?'' Speaking was hard when he felt her clothed womanhood grind on his swollen shaft.
Columbia just smiled, one hand holding his right shoulder whilst her other wrapped around his back, pushing her body close against his own as she kept rolling her hips, humping his cock. The Commander dared to rock his own waist, groaning into Columbia's ear as his bare cock rubbed against her clothed slit, the friction slight but ever so erotic – and made all the more intense by his prior self-pleasuring.
''I heard her going at it when I was sleepin'. She must've thought I was knocked out cold.'' Columbia breathed sensually into his ear. ''Finger-fuckin' herself, moaning your name, whimpering when she came... not sure what she thinks about you, but dang if she doesn't want you to bone her.''
The thought that Cleveland, the tomboyish cruiser, got off to the thought of him burnt the Commander's cheeks scarlet - but Columbia wasn't finished. ''Heck, I once caught Baltimore humping her desk when she forgot to lock the door, started mumbling about you 'being too rough' and all.''
''Who else...?'' He breathed, aroused.
''Lots actually.'' Columbia kissed his cheek. ''Maybe everyone's just damn horny, or maybe I just keep walkin' in on folks gettin' off, but there's easily a dozen or two who've been wanting to fuck you.''
The vulgarity left the Commander shuddering, as did the slight friction against his cock as Columbia kept grinding on him. ''I wouldn't mind doing it with them...''
''Heh, bet you wouldn't.'' Columbia teased, stroking his cheek briefly before kissing him on the lips - pulling back after a short few moments. ''Hah... who else... oh, yeah, Fletcher definitely wants to bone you. Was chatting with her the other week and she said 'bout how stressed she was, and let it slip she wanted you to perv on her again so she could use it as an excuse to get some alone time with you.''
''Like we're doing now.'' He breathlessly noted.
''Yep.'' Another quick kiss tickled his lips. ''And for the record, I'm down for fuckin' ya~''
The Commander shuddered at her shameless offer, not a hint of reservation in Columbia's eyes, but when he reached for her underwear she playfully whacked his hand away. ''Ah-ah-ah, not yet Commander~ I'm 'punishing' you, remember~''
He groaned at that, his voice deepening when Columbia grasped the head of his cock and started giving him a hand-job too – short, faster strokes that teased the top-third of his dick and no lower, teasing the head of his shaft relentlessly. Combined with the clothed slit grinding on his girth and he was rapidly finding himself struggling to resist; not hurt when Columbia quickly spat down onto the tip for lubrication, jerking him off faster.
Thus it was a mild surprise when she stopped... only for realisation to dawn on him as she tugged her white panties to the side, letting his cock slip inside and grind up against her bare pussy. The feeling of flesh grinding against flesh, her lips spreading slightly as his cock slid along them, prevented from slipping in solely by the hand that kept stroking the tip of his dick – all of it was too much for the Commander to endure for much longer. Something that Columbia undoubtedly knew, her waist rocking with growing vigour and grinding gasps of pleasure out of him.
''Cum.'' The blonde whispered, nipping his bottom lip with her teeth. ''You know you wanna~''
The Commander couldn't answer; his throat closing up as pleasure coursed through his veins, his dick rubbing against her pussy repeatedly and the tip sliding up her pelvis, her panties hugging the back of his cock as she grinded on him – until at last, he peaked.
''Mn-!''
His gasp of pleasure was silenced with a deep kiss, making him moan into Columbia's mouth as he finally shot his load. Thick ropes of cum splattered onto her palm or onto her pelvis; the cruiser pulling her hand out of her panties a moment later and letting him cum against her freely, spurts hitting her lower lips or soaking into her underwear. Columbia helped coax out even more by grabbing his dick through her panties, jerking him off with short, stiff strokes that left him spasming with pleasure.
Until eventually she slowed and soon unhanded his cock, leaving him shuddering and gasping, but finally able to catch his breath. They drew apart from a kiss and Columbia flashed him a coy smile, untying her panties and tugging them off to reveal the messy load he'd spurted on her pelvis and pussy, the sight of it earning a coo from Columbia herself.
''Heh. Hope you don't think we're done yet~'' The cruiser teased him, tucking some blonde locks behind her ear.
The Commander merely groaned in response, shuddering as he watched Columbia lift her hips up and position herself above his cock – tempting him to grab her waist and guide her, the tip easing between her cum-stained lips.
Then Columbia lowered herself down onto him – moaning as he speared between her wet walls, filling her inch by inch. Beneath her the Commander tightened his hold on her and let out a stilted moan of his own, unadulterated pleasure rushing down his cock as he felt himself be embraced by her slick flesh, her inner walls constricting his cock in a snug embrace. The feeling was equal parts novel and exciting, leaving him throbbing with pleasure inside her, his post-orgasm sensitivity only enhancing how intense it felt.
Shifting both her hands to his shoulders Columbia slowed to a stop, two-thirds of him inside her. She paused for only a few moments however before she started to move; moaning under her breath as she slid up his shaft and readily impaled herself back onto him, her walls gripping him tight as he moved inside her. The Commander helped her, pulling her up-and-down with every roll of her waist, earning an appreciative groan from his partner and enticing her to move more.
''Hah... Commander...'' Leaning in Columbia stole a kiss, deep and arousing-
-and the moment they broke apart she pushed his upper-body flat onto the bed, flashing him a coy grin. ''Let's play a game~''
''W-What kind...'' He hissed out, thrusting up into her.
Columbia shuddered and impaled herself straight back down onto him. ''I'll ask what you'd do with three ships, you tell me which you'd do it with... sound good~?''
He didn't quite understand, but the idea alone was arousing – doubly so with Columbia slowly riding his cock. ''S-Sure... Mn...''
The blonde smirked, running her hands along his shirt and slowly unbuttoning it – speaking as she did so. ''Who'd you like a blow-job from?''
The Commander shuddered, understanding dawning on him, but sheer lust coaxed him to speak. ''Mn... Arizona, Boise... ah, and Maryland...?''
''Interesting choices~'' Columbia breathlessly teased, impaling herself down onto him with rhythmic rolls of her waist. ''Mind tellin' me why~?''
He shuddered, but answered truthfully. ''Arizona's cute... Boise always hides her mouth behind that mask of hers, would be kinda hot for her to give head... and Maryland has a ponytail...''
''Ooh, kinda guy to pull hair, Commander~?'' Columbia teased.
''Thought just came to me...'' He grunted back, bucking his hips up.
Columbia pursed her lips to contain her moan, shuddering as she continued impaling herself onto him. ''Mm... next question then. Who'd you want a titfuck from~?''
Emphasising her words Columbia pulled her shirt back up again, groping her plump breasts enticingly.
''Fuck... these questions are hard...'' He groaned.
''Not the only thing that's hard~'' Columbia snickered, rocking her waist and stirring his rock-hard cock around her womanhood.
The Commander pursed his lips and forced himself to think – a task and a half when Columbia was currently riding him near-naked, her pushed-up shirt the only clothes on her. ''Uhh... Hornet, San Francisco and Portland?''
''Why's that~?''
''They're hot.'' His groaned explanation, scarce on details as it was, still made Columbia shiver with delight.
The blonde's question stalled momentarily as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, allowing the cruiser to yank it apart and run her hands over his chest, her nails raking along his flesh teasingly and making him hiss. ''Mm... next question then – who you wanna fuck?''
''Columbia...'' He groaned - gripping her thighs at the dangerously-arousing question.
''Answer me, Commander~'' She cooed. ''And don't say me, since I'm already bouncin' on your dick~''
The Commander bucked his hips in revenge, spearing himself into Columbia's hot wet vice and loving her moan, his cock pulsating against her smothering walls. Numerous names came to mind, numerous faces – and what they would look like as he slammed into them. Cumming inside them, cumming on their stomachs, ploughing them in any number of positions – the number of thoughts that came to mind was equal parts endless and exciting.
Until finally he made up his mind, hissing the words out. ''B-Baltimore, Essex and... Brooklyn...!''
''Why them~?'' Columbia mewled the words out – wanting him to tell her. To tell her why he wanted to fuck her friends.
''They're hot.'' He grunted back, thrusting up more actively now, sheathing himself inside Columbia as heat lanced up his cock. ''I've peeped on them, seen 'em naked... i-if I'd get the chance I'd... f-fuck, Mn...!''
Columbia grasped his sides them, pulling him towards her and tempting the Commander to sit upright, allowing the blonde cruiser to smooch his cheek and then lean in – whispering straight into his ear. ''And what if I told you I might convince 'em to do just what you wanted them to do?''
''Oh fuck... please.'' He hissed in arousal at the mere thought.
''Mm, you want that~?'' Columbia teased his ear, her tongue lashing it. ''Heh. Why not make it an orgy, Commander? You go a month without perving, I'll get the girls together and you can fuck until the morning comes~''
The Commander throbbed inside her. ''I don't think I could wait a month...''
''Even if it means nuttin' in a dozen cute girls?'' She snickered, breath hot against his neck. ''Me and my sisters will join in too. Just think 'bout it – Cleve's got a crush on you, Denver's got a nice bod, and Monty's probably pretty submissive~''
''And of course me...'' She leaned back a bit, letting him see her teasing smirk. ''Well you can probably figure out I'm a bit of a tease.''
The Commander couldn't vocalise a response; pure heat lancing up his cock in an uncontrollable, needy surge. ''Ah, Columbia, gonna cum-!''
A kiss touched his lips. ''Nut in me, boss~''
It was too much. Grabbing onto her waist the Commander bucked his hips, and finally achieved his high; blowing his load inside Columbia. The cruiser clenched around his pulsating shaft, forming a snug tunnel that squeezed out spurt after spurt of semen, her own sweet moan ringing in his whitened mind. All he felt beyond that though was the wet, searing heat that squeezed him dry as he emptied his balls inside her.
Until with a mewl Columbia slowed her rocking hips, then lifted them - letting his cock slip out of her sex with a wet pop. ''Man, you really busted a load in me~ You tryin' to get me pregnant? Heh.''
The Commander merely shuddered at her playful words, his eyes drawn down to her pussy and watching her spread it; allowing a thick deluge of cum to leak out of her. She let her hands slip back up her front a moment later, his eyes following her nimble digits as they travelled between her breasts and under the bundled-up hem of her top – before Columbia sensually pulled her top straight over her head, her blonde hair falling down her back and over her breasts before she brushed it aside, her top tossed onto the bed next to them and leaving just her dog-tags on.
Then the blonde minx shuffled onto the bed next to him, crawling further onto it and shaking her ass at him – throwing a coy smirk over her shoulder at him. Seeing it for the offer it was the Commander shifted onto his knees and got behind her, both hands grabbing her ass before sliding to her hips, pulling her towards him. Columbia cooed as his cock pressed against her ass, rocking her waist and practically grinding on his dick for a moment.
Only to moan as he took his dick and aimed down, the head disappearing between her wet lips – before with a unified moan he slid into her, sheathing himself balls-deep in Columbia on the very first thrust.
''Mm, damn~'' The blonde cruiser bowed her head. ''Gimme a good dicking, Commander. Make me feel it.''
''Gladly.'' The Commander murmured under his breath.
Columbia's insides clenched around him as he started pulling out, only the head left between her gripping walls – only for his full length to plunge back inside her, fucking a hot moan out of Columbia's throat. Emboldened by the sound he did it again, then again; quickly finding his rhythm and pounding her pussy with every lustful thrust. His pelvis clapped against her shapely ass each time and the bed beneath them rocked from the force of his movements, banging the headboard against the wall.
The dull, repetitive thuds only aroused them however. The Commander shut his eyes briefly and savoured the noise; the dull thuds joined by the squeaks of the bed, the slaps of flesh, and the heavy panting from Columbia herself. The last sound in particular drew his eyes down onto her, tracing her toned back down to her shapely behind as it pushed back against him, enticing his hands to move from her hips down to her ass, groping her rear.
''Mm~'' Columbia peeked back at him and wiggled her brows, playful.
In a burst of lust the Commander responded by sliding both hands up to her breasts, groping her sizeable tits and leaning down – kissing Columbia over her shoulder. The blonde cruiser moaned and grabbed the back of his head, keeping the heated kiss going even as he jammed himself between her lips with short, rough thrusts; scraping her clenching insides. They broke off the kiss soon after but the Commander merely shifted his aim lower; kissing her shoulder and working his way down her upper-back, earning a shuddering moan from Columbia's lips, the sound accompanied by her dog tags jingling between her breasts.
Then he leaned back upright, both hands grasping her waist and yanking her back towards him as he plunged forth, hilting inside the busty cruiser. The sound of their sweaty flesh smacking together rung loudly through the bedroom, forming an erotic background track to their act and enticing him to change up the pace – speeding up only to slow down, the slight pauses between the inevitably smack of flesh building anticipation for the next, both knowing he was going to sheathe inside her yet neither knowing exactly when.
However two back-to-back orgasms coupled with Columbia's endless teasing rapidly wore out his stamina. The urge to blow his load was hot and intense, not helped by the slick flesh that constricted his shaft and practically begged for him to unload in her again. The cum still inside her made for a sticky, slippery lube, easing him into her no matter how rough or fast he became, rapidly losing himself in the motions as he fucked Columbia raw.
Until soon he glanced past Columbia and at the bed. At Cleveland's bed.
They were fucking on Cleveland's bed.
'Oh fuck-!'
The thought pushed him over the edge, his cock plunging between her wet walls before he busted his load inside her. The sudden creampie made Columbia swear, the quilt under them bundling between their fingers as she orgasmed in tandem with him – his hot load filling her pussy with every ragged, desperate thrust.
Until soon he pulled out, shooting his milky-white load straight up Columbia's back; earning a shaky groan from the cruiser as his seed splattered against her flesh. Several smaller spurts hit her ass before he finally ran dry, a breathless groan escaping him as he rubbed the tip against her womanhood, yet not putting it in, yet.
Not until Columbia spoke, breathless but aroused as she peered back at him through the gaps in her blonde locks.
''Wanna do it again?''
X-x-X
''Man~ That commission was a pain~''
''Yeah, tell me 'bout it...''
''You did well though, Aniki...!''
Cleveland smiled wryly and waved off Montpelier's praise, her grey-haired sister following a step behind her with stars in her eyes. Denver flanked Montpelier's side; the three of them making their way down the dormitory halls at barely past eight in the morning.
Technically they should have been back later, sometime past noon, but due to some good weather and lack of enemies they got back a few hours earlier than expected. Something all of them were grateful for; craving nothing more than their beds. Even at this time of the morning though many Ship-Girls were up and about, some like Enterprise currently being dragged to the cafeteria by an exasperated Belfast whilst Yorktown was being shepherded in the same direction by Hammann, leaving Hornet to follow her two sisters with a sleepy yawn.
''Hah... I hope the Commander tidied our rooms while we were out.'' Cleveland commented as they neared their door, withdrawing her dorm key. ''I'm just gonna conk out, so don't wake me unless we're being attacked, 'kay?''
''Sure thing, sis~'' Denver yawned.
Idly listening to Montpelier's hum Cleveland unlocked their dorm door and pushed it open...
...open to freeze as she found clothes dotted around the floor, and Columbia in the same bed as the Commander.
In her bed, specifically.
The fact both were naked only made he cheeks redden faster.
''C-Commander! You perv~!''
Thus, the Commander's reputation as a pervert would only be further solidified – alongside him being a womanizer too, at this point.
[END]
