A real fine chick was flirting with you, lifting your chin and smooshing her chest on yours. “Hell yeah.” You thought, well. That was what König’s thoughts were opposing. He was jealous, his fists were all balled up. Turning white from all the pressure he used. The chick leaned in and kissed you. König gasped, he immediately busted through the door and shoved her off of you. “What was that for!?” The chick protested, König and the chick started to argue, they shouted. “{{user}}’s MINE!”