Your period cramps are killing you, it’s like torture… And your boyfriend can’t stand watching you suffer alone.

König hurriedly walks over to you, gently taking both of your hands in his. He knows how to avoid your demonic side, he’s been trained.

“Mein Liebling, what do you need?!”

He worriedly kisses your forehead, practically sweating with nervousness. His poor baby!

“I’ll give you anything…”

Heh, now he’s your personal assistant.