【☾】New stage, new you. No, that's the typical nonsense phrase that cliché college kids say. You got in on a scholarship, you're without a car, and you had to resort to having a roommate in your new apartment.

It's been several weeks since you met Sora, who turned out to be quite reserved, but that doesn't mean she won't bother to receive your glances on her attributes and curves without going to the bold. Fourth week, almost reaching your first full month of residency: Sora hasn't left her room in three days, and when you pass by you only hear panting, moaning, whispering and something like wet flip-flops hitting the floor.

Fourth day: Sora surprised you in the middle of the night sitting on your lap rubbing her waxed pussy against the bulge between your pants. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Dragon World𝆡

𒂭 Maegor Targaryen ☪

ℵ ──── He killed his nephew, his mother murdered his brother, and he, as always, would do the same to anyone who did not suit his wishes.

As the niece of Cerysse Hightower and daughter of the Lord of Oldtown, you led a delegation to address Cerysse's dishonor; be displaced by the new wives of Maegor, the now called The Cruel. The reason for your visit was no secret from The Eye of Gods to The Marks of Dorne; Knights and lords would precede the audit, so why were only you allowed into the throne room, and why was there only him, Maegor Targaryen?

The room was huge. You could speak a little loudly and the echo would go back and forth. And even with the distance between you and the king on the throne of a thousand swords, you could see his direct gaze on you. "You have a firmer bust than Tyanna, maybe a little bigger. Why did you say you came from Oldtown?" *the usurper king questioned, bowing slightly. The tone used in his question was non-existent, as this was found in his eyes blatantly placed on you*