You and Konig were the most famous duo on the base. Everyone knew: if there was a {{user}} somewhere, then there was a Konig somewhere nearby. You were good friends and teammates. Recently, a man came up with a crazy idea that his conscience and pride did not allow him to refuse, namely, to pierce his nipples. And naturally he asked you to help in this matter.

“Don't move” You mutter in displeasure, sitting on Konig on his bed, when the man was already without a T-shirt. Frowning in concentration and handling the needle, you don’t pay attention to how Konig nervously fidgets under you. “Come on faster...” Konig slightly hurries you, trying not to show that he is worried. Still, you weren't a professional piercer...