Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"As for the Ministry of the Interior, the reason is that the bureaucracy of the entire colony is nominally our people, but in reality they are not. We would lose badly if we fought against them internally, so we can only open up a battlefield that they are not familiar with to suppress and control them."

Ronan provided further explanation.

"Let's get to the point. You're asking about my political ideals because you think my goals conflict with yours, but that's not the case."

Ronan immediately read Dinia's mind.

"For the kingdom, the first thing to do is to reform the system. Look at Weyland. After Weyland became the number one exporter of wool sheep, the 'sheep eat people' movement broke out very quickly. But the kingdom is the number one exporter of red wine. Basically every province has vineyards and every place produces red wine, but there is no grape-eating people. That is the difference."

"Although the kingdom is bordered by the Mediterranean Sea to the south and the ocean to the west, it is actually an agricultural country, and some constraints are difficult to break through on their own."

"The feudal atmosphere of the kingdom is still too strong. I'm not talking about lords, since the kingdom no longer has lords in the standard sense. I'm talking about the feudal remnants that are constantly 'reproducing' in the power network, which have not subsided."

"In fact, some officials from noble families are better in terms of private morality than many people from commoner backgrounds. However, people from noble families are often involved with a large number of people, or rather, a large number of parasites. As this continues for one or two generations, such people will become more and more numerous."

"The corruption of commoner bureaucrats may be worse than that of individual noble officials, but it only lasts for one or two generations and does not involve so many people."

"In short, they will not undermine the power of the state."

"If we want the kingdom to get out of its current predicament and prosper again, we must start with the system, that is, the redistribution of power."

"Without a skeleton, just stuffing meat in is useless."

"And I am bone, you are flesh."

"Your goal and my goal don't actually conflict at all. In fact, you could say that my goal is a prerequisite for achieving your goal. So, you don't need to ask me such a question. If our paths really conflicted, I wouldn't have returned to Xinhai City after meeting the King in the capital."

All Ronan wanted to say was to tell Dinia that his path did not conflict with hers.

Dinia did not immediately agree, not because there was anything wrong with Ronan's words, but because Ronan was a habitual liar.

Ronan suddenly chuckled mischievously, "Ha, just kidding. Actually, I'll come back to you no matter what. I can't bear to give up the chance to spend every day with a beauty like you."

Dinia sighed helplessly, "You always start getting inappropriate when you start talking."

“Do you know what the biggest difference is between men and women? Men sometimes switch to thinking with their lower heads.” As he spoke, Ronan placed one hand on Dinia’s thigh.

Dinia didn't remove Ronan's hand, nor did she glare at him; she simply bit her lip and remained silent.

As if encouraged, Ronan reached between Dinia's legs, her skirt, pantyhose, underwear, and warm, soft flesh combining to create a tactile sensation.

With continuous pressing and kneading of her fingers, Dinya's legs began to slowly close together.

Just then, Ronan yanked out the shirt tucked into his skirt, slipped his hand through the gap between the skirt and his waist, and was about to touch the soft, plump labia encased in pantyhose and underwear when Dinia grabbed his wrist.

“That’s about enough,” Dinia said.

However, Ronan showed no sign of restraint. He pounced on her, knocking Dinia off the high stool and pinning her to the ground. He pressed his lips to hers and began kissing her passionately.

One hand pressed against her breasts through her shirt and bra, while the other hand reached directly into her skirt, poking and probing her through her flesh-colored pantyhose and underwear.

It took Ronan a long time to raise his head and gasp for breath.

Dinia's ears turned red, and she began to breathe heavily.

Just as Dinia was about to get up, Ronan pressed down on her again.

“If you keep doing this, I’ll take action,” Dinia threatened.

"Go ahead and hit me," Ronan said, his hands never stopping. One hand was still caressing Dinia's lower body, while the other hand was placed directly on his waistband.

Dinia sighed helplessly, "Why are you acting like a shameless scoundrel?"

“I’m a male dog, and you’re a female dog,” Ronan said, somewhat irrationally.

*Slap!* A slap landed on Ronan's face. "Don't say such disgusting things to me," Dinia said. "If you say it again, get out of here."

Ronan stopped talking, pulled down his pants and underwear, and his big, hard penis sprang out, pressing against Dinya's vulva, rubbing against her through her pantyhose and underwear.

Dinia closed her eyes and stopped moving.

After a while, Ronan suddenly stopped. Dinia opened her eyes curiously, only to see Ronan's head buried between her legs. The next moment, Ronan reached into his pantyhose, pulled aside the white briefs, and stuck out his tongue, beginning to lick through the thin layer of flesh-colored pantyhose.

In just a few moments, Dinia couldn't help but clamp Ronan's cheeks between her legs, hold Ronan's head in her hands, and close her eyes.

She felt a heat rising throughout her body, with a warm current gathering in her lower abdomen.

Gradually, Dinia clenched her teeth, her shoes long since gone, her toes curling inwards as if trying to tear through her stockings, her legs clamping tighter and tighter.

In a daze, an uncontrollable feeling surged forth. Dinia's body seemed to be possessed. She thrust her legs upwards and used her lower body to ram into Ronan's mouth and nose. She pressed Ronan's head down with both hands, as if she wanted to push Ronan's head into her own body.

The next instant, Dinia sprayed, and in a flash, the crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose was soaked with a slippery, sticky liquid, turning the pantyhose a light brown color.

Dinia stared in disbelief at her wet lower body.

Chapter 293 Something's not right, how about these two? Let's try again.

Dinia sat up. "Are you very pleased with your current embarrassing state?"

“No,” Ronan said seriously. “I’m a little surprised. I didn’t expect you to have such a sensitive constitution.”

He really just wanted Dinya to experience it, and then after some coaxing and pleading, he would use her feet to finish her off. He never expected her to squirt so easily, and now she looks like she's about to eat someone alive.

“It’s not my problem,” Dinia said firmly.

"Yes, it's me, it's me," Ronan quickly admitted.

Having admitted his mistake, Ronan pulled up his pants and prepared to slip away, but Dinia called him back just as he reached the door. "Come back!"

Ronan quickly turned around. "Madam Governor, is there anything else you require?"

"Don't you think I was acting a little strange just now?" Dinia asked.

“A little,” Ronan said, looking at Dinia with a meaningful smile. “You’re a little bit lewd…”

Ronan barely made a sound, but you could tell which word he wanted to say from his lip movements.

"Die!"

Dinia flew up and kicked Ronan in the groin. Ronan clutched his groin, his legs turned inward.

Dinia pulled her foot back, stood there covering her face with one hand, and let out a long sigh. "Now, can you use the head on top to think about problems?"

"So you were just affected by some kind of force?" Ronan said, struggling to stand up. Fortunately, Dinia hadn't used much force in that moment. "Was it the skeleton, or the original species?"

“I can’t be sure,” Dinya responded.

“Actually, this isn’t really a negative impact,” Ronan said with a smile. “There’s no need to worry about it.”

Dinia sat down on the sofa and leaned back. "That's true. I once suspected that I was possessed by a demon to develop feelings for you. Now it seems that my feeling wasn't wrong."

"Didi, don't you feel any remorse saying such things?" Ronan asked, feigning sadness.

Seeing Ronan's expression, Dinia couldn't help but laugh, then gave him a half-provoking look, "It won't hurt at all."

“It seems I need to teach you a lesson,” Ronan said with a serious expression.

"Ha, you're lecturing me?" Dinia laughed, beckoning with her finger. "Come on then."

Ronan pounced on her, pinned Dinia to the sofa, and kissed her.

Dinia initially turned her head away so that Ronan could only kiss her cheek, but soon she cooperated and kissed him back.

After a long while, Ronan raised his head and looked at Dinia almost nose to nose. "Now it has been proven that the influence of the original species or skeleton is limited to that time."

"Alright, alright, you're right, okay?" Dinia admitted helplessly.

"How about another experiment?" Ronan asked.

"An experiment?" Dinia didn't understand.

Ronan raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Just do it once, and you can really sense whether it's the skeleton or the original species causing the trouble."

"Let me think about it carefully," Dinya said, but she didn't agree.

“What are you still thinking about?” Ronan said, reaching one hand inside her skirt.

Dinia removed Ronan's unruly hand. "At least let me change my clothes."

Ronan stood up. "Don't even think about taking this opportunity to run away. I'm watching you change."

Dinia went into the bedroom, took off her shirt and long skirt, leaving only her underwear and flesh-colored pantyhose with the crotch soaked. She walked to a drawer, opened it, and found it full of all kinds of pantyhose: pantyhose, garter stockings, white stockings, flesh-colored stockings, black stockings, and all sorts of stockings.

Ronan's attention wasn't on the stockings in the drawer. He was looking at Dinia squatting down from behind. Her fleshy buttocks, wrapped in stockings, looked like two water-filled balloons pressed together. The crotch of her stockings was still wet. Seeing this, his already hard erection almost burst out.

Dinia took out a pair of white stockings, turned around, and held up the stockings. "How about these?" It was just a very ordinary question, but when Dinia said it, it instantly gave Ronan a great shock.

Suddenly, six or seven streams of cloudy white liquid sprayed onto Dinia's face and chest, who was completely unprepared.

At first, Dinia, who had been shot in the face, clenched her fists, wanting to punch this bastard away, but suddenly, her clenched fists relaxed. "So, you're not good at it. What's this called again? It's a disease, isn't it?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Dinia suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment; she felt as if she had regained the initiative.

Ronan immediately got carried away, pounced on Dinia, tore open her pantyhose, and thrust his still-erect member inside her.

Dinia shuddered, her fingers digging deep into Ronan's back muscles.

Ronan didn't move, letting the thing stay inside, gradually growing larger and harder under the tight embrace of the warm flesh.

"Almost there, I'm about to start. Ready?" Ronan asked with a vengeful tone, daring to say he couldn't do it.

“I want to be on top.” Dinia pushed Ronan away with both hands and stood up.

She hadn't expected that her position would allow Ronan to penetrate her completely, with most of his 20-centimeter-long member going in. Dinia's body jerked instantly, and she could only manage a soft "uh" as she covered her mouth with one hand, without making a sound.

But she didn't move an inch.

"Aren't you supposed to be on top? Then why don't you move?" Ronan provocatively said.

Dinia still didn't move.

Ronan gently pushed her chest, causing Dinya, whose body had completely softened, to fall down, returning to the missionary position with the man on top of the woman.

"Looks like it'll be my turn to do it," Ronan said smugly, and began to slowly thrust in and out.

Dinia closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, wrapped her arms around Ronan's neck, and crossed her legs around Ronan's waist, her toes in her stockings sometimes opening and sometimes closing.

After a long while, Dinia finally opened her eyes. "Huh, that's it?"

"This is nothing! I'll take care of you for an hour first." With that, Ronan began to accelerate and increase the force. Dinia, who hadn't shut up in time, let out a scream.

After a while, Dinia recovered a bit. She seemed determined to make Ronan surrender. She wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist for leverage, used her waist to push herself up, and actively responded. Even though she was on the bottom, it was as if she was proving that it wasn't Ronan doing her, but rather that she was doing Ronan.

Such vigorous movements meant that Ronan would almost always hit the cervix with each thrust.

Suddenly, Ronan felt the head of his penis enter. The cervix opened and then contracted, trapping the head of his penis. Then, the entire vaginal wall and the cervix began to contract together. In just a few seconds, Ronan felt he couldn't hold back anymore, and more than a dozen streams of white fluid sprayed into his uterus.

At the same time, Dinya also experienced another gushing orgasm.

Ronan's body went limp, and he collapsed onto Dinia.

"Heh, I won. It's only been ten minutes," Dinia said, panting, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ronan braced himself on the ground with both hands. "You're not normal." What woman's cervix can be open and movable? But then he thought, this is too exciting.

“Again, this time, I’ll kill you,” Ronan said.

“If you don’t come, you lose,” Dinia said. “Don’t cheat like a child.”

Chapter 294 Writing a Book, Black Stockings, Wrestling

“You’re the one who’s a kid, running away after winning,” Ronan said.

Dinia staggered to her feet, and slowly, a cloudy white fluid flowed out, running from her thighs down to her calves. She stretched out her right foot and said, "Kneel down and lick my foot, and I'll give you another chance."

Ronan grabbed Dinia's right leg, startling her so much that she quickly pulled her leg back. "Are you crazy? Are you serious?"

She just wanted Ronan to back down, but who knew he would actually dare to flatter her.

"Heh, you're not getting any sleep tonight, no, you won't even be eating breakfast tomorrow." Ronan's gaze was resolute; he wouldn't stop until he'd rendered her paralyzed.

"Fine, I admit defeat?" Dinia finally relented. "You should rest for a while too."

Seeing that Dinia's voice softened, Ronan didn't press the matter further. "Okay, let's rest for a while and take a shower."

"I'm not going with you." With that, Dinia opened the closet, grabbed a bathrobe, and walked unsteadily to the bathroom.

Dinia came out after taking a shower, wearing a pair of wicker slippers. The skin on her calves was soft, moist, and so white it seemed to glow. She was only wearing a long, purple, belted bathrobe with nothing underneath, and her chest jiggled with every step she took.

Ronan caught a towel that Dinia threw to him, then went into the bathroom to take a shower, and came out wrapped in a towel.

Ronan walked to the bar, finished the drink he hadn't finished, and said, "I have something serious to tell you."

"What is it?" Dinia asked, while dipping a ladyfingers into the blueberry jam in the jar. It was June, the season for blueberries to ripen.

"We've been in the New World for a year now, and we've basically done what we needed to do. Everything is basically on track. Next, I'm going to write a book. You can handle the government affairs of the Governor's Office yourself."

Ronan expressed his idea of ​​writing a book.