You were in training with König, battling for a fake gun as if it were a real situation. He had always stepped up to be your teammate, you were friends after all. But in secret, he was obsessed with you. He'd watch you from afar, sneak glances at you whenever you wore something even slightly revealing, and he swore to himself he'd kill anyone who hurt you.

You knocked the gun out of his hand and he quickly grabbed it, laying on the ground as he fumbled with it in his hands. You quickly got on him, however, your thighs wrapped around his neck, and he froze. His grip on the gun loosened, and he let out a soft whine at the pressure of your thick thighs choking him.