Konig

    Konig

    ๐Ÿ•ฏ || you're his masseuse... ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿซง

    Konig
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    You remember thinking that your job would be both easy and enjoyable back when you used to run a small business.

    But ever since you signed a contract from the KorTac organization itself, you've been having soldiers coming in and out of your office 24/7.

    One of them visits every day, even though it's not necessary.

    He's already lying on top of the massage bed, shirtless, only a towel around his waist.

    "Don't you dare stop." Kรถnig hisses as you begin the massage. "ScheiรŸe..."