Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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At this moment, Alice was only wearing a pair of white open-crotch pantyhose. Her slender and straight legs and delicate little feet were full of girlish charm under the white stockings. A fluffy white cat tail was stuck in the back. She was lying on the bed, her whole body straight, her face buried in the pillow, determined not to raise her head, her legs together, just like the shyness of the first time.

Grandine was also wearing open-crotch pantyhose, but in black, with a black cat tail attached to the back. Her legs were slightly longer and a little fleshier than her sister Alice's, but with the black pantyhose, they looked almost the same. However, their postures were completely different. Grandine was lying on her side with one leg bent and the other leg extended, her face turned towards Ronan, and she even used magic to control the black cat tail to sway.

Grand raised an eyebrow. "Ronan, you're pulling my cat tail. I'm holding it tight and I won't pull it out."

Upon hearing such lewd words, Alice immediately wanted to reprimand her sister, but she didn't want to look up, so she could only pinch her sister's waist hard.

Golan smiled. "If you don't want to get up, then don't get up." With that, Golan leaned over her sister Alice and pinned her down.

This created a layered effect of black cat and white cat.

Without needing to speak, Ronan was already fully erect, his erect penis pointing straight up, almost touching his abdominal muscles, completely perpendicular to the ground.

Climbing onto the bed, Ronan joined two fingers together and inserted them into both of Alice's vaginas simultaneously, one above the other. For some reason, Alice, who was somewhat unwilling, became wet even faster.

A moment later, Golan wagged its tail again, signaling Ronan to take action.

But Ronan did not. Instead, he turned the two of them over. Alice immediately covered her face with a pillow, while Grand looked somewhat disappointed and resentful. Ronan grabbed one foot from each side, one black and one white stockinged feet, and turned them over to clamp his penis between his soles, and began to masturbate.

The smoothness and slight abrasion of the stockings, the unique feel of the soles of the feet, were no different from any other time.

What truly irritated Ronan was the stark contrast between the two biological sisters' drastically different expressions and stockings, yet their almost identical bodies and faces.

Desire was completely ignited.

Ronan rearranged the two sisters again, turning them into a position where they were side by side, lying face down, arched backs, and with their buttocks sticking out.

While inserting Golan, Ronan played with Alice's tail with his other hand, poking inside her. After a while, he switched back to inserting Alice and playing with Golan.

A short while later, Ronan had the two of them stacked on top of each other again, in a double layer, three times on top, then downhill, each time going all the way down.

The harder Golan tried, the louder he shouted; the harder Alice tried, the more she gritted her teeth and persevered.

After a while, Ronan finally couldn't control himself anymore and pulled out, masturbating as he sprayed his semen all over their buttocks and legs.

Alice immediately sat up, grabbed her clothes from the side, and said, "I'm leaving." After saying that, she quickly dressed, left Ronan's bedroom, and prepared to go home.

Golan looked at her sister, pouted and clicked her tongue, "Mingming is so excited."

Ronan reached out and pinched Grandine's little cheek. "Say less."

Golan came over and pressed herself against Ronan, grabbing his crotch with one hand. "Daddy, it's our turn. Catch my tail and pull hard."

Ronan reached out and flicked the cat's tail behind Golan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Chapter 431 Immigration, a headache, let's do it together tonight.

In July, the riots in the south were quelled.

Twenty-two thousand three hundred and seventy-one people died, three hundred and sixty-two were detained pending trial, and another one hundred and sixty-seven thousand were sent to the New World.

Of the 160,000 people deported, roughly two-thirds were single young men, and of the remaining third, most of those with families were divorced, with few wives willing to go to the New World with them. In addition, there was a small number of women among them.

There's a reason why there are so many single young men. Several important port cities in the south are located on the Mediterranean coast and were once extremely economically developed areas. These cities have a very high degree of urbanization and a large population.

However, after the opening of new sea routes, the economic center gradually shifted to the coastal west, and the economy of the south began to enter a period of slow growth, with many places experiencing negative growth.

In the highly urbanized areas of the south, the manor economy has long since disintegrated, and there is no household registration system, so many people have gone to the west to work.

However, it's difficult for migrant men to marry local women, while it's easy for local men to marry women from other places.

For men who remain in the city, finding employment is becoming increasingly difficult, and salary increases are not keeping pace with rising prices. Meanwhile, women of marriageable age, facing this unfavorable economic situation, are raising their expectations for marriage, further complicating the task of finding wives for young urban men.

This riot, which was carried out in the name of religion, was driven by various calculations for both the church and the nobility. However, for many fanatical young male Catholics, the underlying reason was actually their inability to find wives.

Ronan had no better options; urbanization was the best "contraceptive," there was no cure, so he could only send them to the New World.

Fortunately, during the two years that Ronan and Dinia ruled the colony, they did not commit any atrocities. Instead, they gave the indigenous people a chance to breathe and established their own "nation," although it was a caste-based country with compradors as the highest caste.

But once these exiled people got there, as long as they wanted, they could still become high-ranking officials. And once they were high-ranking officials, finding a local wife wouldn't be a problem.

In mid-July, Elena and Agustina gave birth.

Elena gave birth to a daughter, and Agustina gave birth to a son. After giving birth, Agustina left her son with his grandfather and returned to work.

Elena doted on her daughter, especially her fair-haired blonde hair, and named her Astrid.

In late July, two things happened that gave Ronan a headache.

First, his son with Ambrina fell seriously ill. Fortunately, Ronan firmly stopped all the doctors from coming to treat him. These well-trained doctors who would bleed and give enemas whenever they came were better off harming other people.

Ronan had Noah come and take a look, but Noah was just a doctor who only knew how to operate on people. His medical skills mainly involved changing things wherever they were wrong. Little Lucien, who shared the same name and surname as his grandfather, couldn't withstand his tinkering.

But in this era, not treating might be the best treatment. Fortunately, Lucien was a born magician and managed to pull through.

Later, Ronan's daughter Ina awakened. She was a transmuter, but at only six months old, her consciousness was not yet fully developed, and she could not control her magic at all. Swords of different sizes and lengths spewed out from her body, making her look like a hedgehog.

Ronan didn't really want his daughter to be a magician, especially one with such high talent, as it could easily lead many people to have inappropriate thoughts.

There are countless male magicians who are talented but unappreciated; who wouldn't want to be the next Ronan?

"Forget it, we'll deal with it as it comes," Ronan decided to put the problem aside for the time being.

At this very moment, in Ronan's daughter Ina's private room.

Her parents, Ronan and Ambrina, and her aunt were watching her, the little hedgehog covered in swords.

Ambrina had just managed to feed the little guy once by using a long stick to tie the bottle through the "thorns".

Suddenly, Ina cried out, and the long and short swords on her body, with their tips pointing outwards, burst forth like a rain of swords. As soon as the rain stopped, she cried even louder, and another bunch of swords appeared and burst forth.

Ronan instantly grabbed Ambrina, raised a large shield to protect her, and countless long and short swords clattered against the shield. Isabel hid inside her own spherical space, and all the flying swords passed through her virtual space.

After a long while, the rain of swords finally stopped.

"That little bastard," Ronan cursed under his breath.

When Ina first suddenly erupted, a nanny who was taking care of her was riddled with arrows and died. On another occasion, Ambrina was feeding her alone and almost got injured. Fortunately, Ambrina reacted quickly and used magic in an instant. Her magic directly eliminated the rain of swords and temporarily suppressed Ina's magic.

“This child is good, just like me,” Isabel said, putting down the specially made baby bottle and looking at Ina in the special cradle.

“Like you?” Ambrina clicked her tongue. “If someone is like you, it would be a misfortune for the country and the family. We’d have to call a priest to exorcise the demon.”

Ronan stood by expressionlessly. Ambrina was mostly gentle and quiet, occasionally a little playful like a girl next door, and when she got angry she was very straightforward. She would only be sarcastic when she was targeting her sister Isabel.

However, in retrospect, Ina's appearance is a blend of Ronan and Ambrina, and she doesn't have the sweet and innocent look of her mother Ambrina at all. She does resemble her aunt Isabelle more, with a slightly fierce and endearing appearance.

Her son, on the other hand, looks a lot like Ambrina, especially his hair and eyebrows—a head of dark brown curly hair and thick, dark eyebrows.

“Say what you will.” Isabel didn’t want to argue with Ambrina in front of Ronan.

Isabel didn't respond, and Ambrina lost interest in teasing her good sister. She disliked arguing with people, except with Isabel.

“Oh, by the way, you’re staying tonight,” Ambrina suddenly said.

"What are you doing?" Isabel asked.

Ambrina raised an eyebrow and said, "My husband fucked me until I begged him to stop."

"You...I..." Isabel was choked and couldn't speak.

The story begins a month ago.

At the time, there was a riot in the south. Ronan dragged Isabel to the palace to do "that." In the bedroom of the royal bedchamber, in front of the huge wedding portrait of Ronan and Ambrina, Isabel reluctantly agreed.

Little did anyone expect that this was actually Ambrina's prank from the very beginning. When she was being fucked by Ronan until she was in a daze, Isabel was so anxious that she pounded the bed and begged for mercy. Ambrina came in and laughed so hard that she squatted down, clutching her stomach and laughing hysterically.

“I am not the same person I used to be,” Isabel emphasized.

She had always been puzzled. Although Ambrina was a rank higher than her, at rank three, while she was only rank two, Ambrina only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. She loved sports so much, how could she not be as hardworking as Ambrina?

“Really? Then let’s go together tonight,” Ambrina said.

"What, what are you saying? This, this is lewd..." Isabel wanted to say that this was lewd court, although she was a radical person in some ways, she was a very conservative person in others.

"Fine, don't come then." Ambrina gave her a disdainful look.

Chapter 432 Flaws, Chaos, Between Sisters

In July, the coldest time of night in the capital city is around 16 or 17 degrees Celsius.

Late at night, in the royal palace.

Ambrina was dressed in her usual minimalist style, her hair loose, not long after she had showered and still damp. She wore a white dress with lace trim and gold embroidery, pink and white stockings, and white soft lambskin square-toed flat shoes with buckles.

Isabelle's style is very professional, designed by Ronan. She wears a fitted white women's blouse with a golden eagle embroidery on the chest pocket, a dark gray silk cotton knee-length skirt, light gray soft-textured stockings, and a pair of soft lambskin black low-heeled shoes.

She had taken a shower, but precisely because she had, she couldn't understand why she was wearing the same clothes she usually wore for work.

While she was still cursing Ronan for being crazy in her heart.

Ronan was already sitting on the edge of Ambrina's large bed. Ambrina took off her dress and squatted down, skillfully unbuckling Ronan's belt and taking off his silk-linen blend trousers, and began to give him oral sex.

Isabel was so shocked that her eyes widened. She had thought that Ronan and Ambrina would be quite daring in this regard, but she hadn't expected it to be this extreme.

A moment later, Ronan gently lifted Ambrina's cheek, pulling her mouth away from his incredibly wet and hard penis.

Then, Ronan lifted Ambrina onto the bed and laid her flat, then spread her legs apart.

After giving birth, Ambrina's thighs were fuller than before, her leg flesh still soft. The thickened band of her white stockings was slightly digging into her flesh. Ronan took off Ambrina's panties, buried his head between her legs, and stuck out his tongue. Compared to before giving birth, Ambrina was also wetter.

Isabel watched as Ronan sucked and licked that thick patch of dark hair, finding it hard to reconcile the man before her with the man who had once dominated the political arena.

After a short while, the two changed positions.

Ronan held Ambrina's white-stockinged calf with one hand, and took her toes into his mouth with a look of enjoyment. Ambrina's other leg was bent and kicked against Ronan's sturdy breastplate. While Ronan was fucking her, he held Ambrina's breast with his other hand, and his thumb would occasionally flick her nipple.

Ambrina's milk was leaking out, and she kept moaning.

"Love me, love me hard, uh, ah, I love you, darling, all, all in..."

It's as if she doesn't exist at all.

That's too lewd.

Isabel thought she was being fucked from behind like a dog that day, and even cried out a few times, which made her seem very lewd, but she never expected...

Unconsciously, Isabelle's toes curled inward inside her shoes, and the muscles in her calves tensed up, even changing the light and dark of her gray stockings. Almost unconsciously, her hand reached down, but the moment it touched her, Isabelle pulled it back as if she had been electrocuted.

After a while, Ronan stopped and licked the milk that had seeped out of Ambrina's vagina clean. Ambrina looked at Isabel and waved.

Isabel didn't move.

Ambrina gave Ronan a look, and Ronan nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty." After saying that, Ronan went over and picked up Isabel, pulling her onto the bed. At that moment, Ambrina produced an ivory dildo from somewhere and prepared to move it towards Isabel.

"What are you doing!" Isabel exclaimed in surprise.

Ambrina looked puzzled. "What are you afraid of? This one isn't even as big as his. It's not like you've never been fucked before."

Ambrina grabbed another jar from the bedside table, poured some honey on the ivory dildo, pulled up Isabel's skirt, tore open her stockings, pulled down her panties, and thrust it inside.

Seeing Isabel's twitching eyelids, Ambrina let go; she had intended to poke her a few more times.

Ambrina has little interest in power, even now that she is queen, but it's impossible for her to feel no resentment or jealousy towards her sister who once put a lot of pressure on her.

After a few tries, Ambrina pulled out and pushed Ronan inside.

Isabel didn't want to make a sound. She wrapped her arms around her thighs, which were almost touching, and her gray silk feet were pressed against Ronan's chest muscles.

Ronan stood near the bed, his hands outstretched, supporting Isabel's buttocks, and thrusting forcefully.

A moment later, Ronan lifted Isabel's legs up, so that her legs, encased in gray stockings, were straight and perpendicular to the bed. In this position, one could admire her long legs from below, and also see the small waves of flesh bouncing under the impact of the stockings. Moreover, her vagina was tightly clenched, allowing for deep penetration.

Ronan held Isabel's ankles with one hand and stroked her stockinged legs up and down with the other. The more he felt the touch of the stockings, the more he couldn't help but squeeze harder.

Isabel covered her face with her hands, not wanting Ambrina to see her disheveled expression.

After a few minutes, Isabelle finally couldn't hold back any longer. Ronan left her body, lifted Ambrina into the air, inserted himself inside her, and began to move up and down, causing Ambrina's white-stockinged feet to bounce up and down in response.

Finally, Ronan shot.

Ronan, who had ejaculated, quickly recovered. Isabel gritted her teeth and told Ronan to get off her so she could sit on top. She wanted to show Ronan and Ambrina what she was made of. But after she had only moved a few times, Ambrina gave Ronan a look, and Ronan grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spread them apart, and then began thrusting upwards wildly. Isabel trembled all over, as if she was about to be thrown into the air. In the blink of an eye, Isabel could no longer sit up and ended up lying on top of Ronan, with her eyes closed, letting Ronan do as he pleased.

Almost in a daze, Isabel didn't realize that at this moment, Ambrina had already put on the double-headed dragon, of course, a modified one, with a very thick part inserted into her and a very thin and short part outside. Ambrina had some ointment on her fingers, and then she aimed it at Isabel's completely exposed anus and inserted it in one go.

Isabel's pupils trembled, and she opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again.

Ambrina lingered inside for a moment before pulling her finger out, but then bent down to hug Isabel and thrust her hips in, inserting what wasn't much thicker than her finger.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Isabel quickly became completely disoriented and lost her senses.

When she was fully awake, Ronan was gone, and her pantyhose crotch was completely soaked, the edges filled with white fluid, and the inside was muddy.

Ambrina sat beside her and handed her a cup of warm honey water. "Isa, I forgive you."

Isabel took the honey water and drank it all in one gulp. "You are the king, you are amazing."

"What, you're not convinced?" Ambrina said with a smile. "Besides, you ended up... well, never mind." She wanted to say that Isabel looked quite pleased with herself at the end.