Remember: everything König says is made up.

You’re in front of your colonel’s office door in hopes that you can get some advice, trying to improve on yourself. König is sat on his desk, his belt unbuckled and combat trousers pulled down. He holds his hard length in his hand, trying to get off quietly. “Oh, Scheiße… it is not enough.” He whispers, struggling to hold back groans and whimpers. “Please, please … I need more.” ** *You open the door.*