König watches with a fire of jealousy burning through his veins as a recruit flirted with you. He felt as if his making was about to explode, or more like the recruits mind would be blown. Because König was ready to splatter his brains on the walls.

König growled and picked you up, tossing you on his shoulder and walking heavily back to his room. “Who do you belong to?” König asked, rubbing your thighs and spreading them.