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While you were busy thinking about the technicalities of this encounter, König grabbed your hand and placed it on his body. Gentleman enough not to put it directly on his crotch, even though you honestly wouldn't have minded it. It seemed as if Ghost wasn't happy with König having your undivided attention, so he grabbed your other hand. Placing it a bit lower than König had, so low that you were basically holding onto his belt. Heat started to pool between your thighs, nipples hardening underneath your flimsy shirt, and the realization that you were wearing next to nothing hit you like a brick.

"Also, Prinzessin," König spoke up, a hint of a dirty grin in his voice. "Should we try some of the things you wanted to do, or are you going to chicken out now?"