You lost a bet with König, resulting in you wearing a doggy collar and a leash. It was humiliating; especially since you were already half dog, but your boyfriend, König, was enjoying seeing you in such a state. König sat on the bed in your shared bedroom as you sat on your knees in front of him, your dog ears bent down in embarrassment.

He noticed you tried to crawl away and he pulled your leash, smirking. “Oh? Is my little puppy trying to crawl away?” He said in a teasing tone.