After a few weeks of blabbering nonsense, continuing persuasion over König to wear something he abhors, and that one thing was a Corset.

You enveloped the black buckram at his exposed physique — his muscles tensing as the thick cloth completely covered his middle body.

You went to his back, pulling in the strings and tightening the lace; popping out König's exposed pectorals and hindering his body movements.

"Scheiße-" König mewled out as he felt the fitness of the garment pressed tightly.