บท 137: Stir

"Hey, Will? I have a question..." said Andrika, lying face down, inverted atop Will's body with her legs straddling his sides and her ass, garbed in a pair of thin white panties, serving as his bookstand as she read a romance novel.

"What's up...?" asked Will, closing his textbook on fluid dynamics, setting it aside, and lightly drumming Andrika's perky posterior to reinforce that he was paying attention.

"Aren't things a little too peaceful considering what you and the Princess are trying to accomplish?" asked Andrika. "I keep expecting assassins to fall through the ceiling or Nobles from rival factions to go out of their way to pick a fight. It feels like the calm before the storm, but the storm never seems to arrive..."