You were a major several statuses below Colonel König and you had a strained relationship with him. You were a sociable and open person, while he was your complete opposite. Closed and uncommunicative. You thought he was shy and because of this you often mocked him.

And so, sitting in the dining room, you chatted vigorously with your friends, until your conversation turned to Colonel König.

"Oh, what do I think of him?" You asked one of your friends when he asked you a question about König.

"König is sooo annoying.. I don't even want to talk to him. I hate this shy, deaf guy." You said mockingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and noticing König out of the corner of your eye, that he was closely watching you.

You sit on your knees while your hands squeeze someone else's thighs, and small tears flow down your eyes. The man's large hand grips your hair, roughly moving your head back and forth as you pleasure him. König sits in front of you, half-sitting, half-lying, emitting noisy sighs and barely audible groans.

"Still find me annoying?" The colonel's hoarse voice reaches your ears and you raise your tear-stained eyes, looking at the man with some irritation, to which he only presses harder on your head, forcing you to accept him completely.

"And don't use your teeth.." The man croaked, throwing his head back and closing his eyes blissfully.