Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The past year wasn't actually that difficult for Ronan, because leading a few thousand men in guerrilla warfare against tens of thousands was a physically and mentally exhausting task. Ronan not only had to give orders but also act as a reconnaissance captain. To be honest, he had no sex drive at all when fighting as a guerrilla.

Moreover, he could occasionally have a small get-together with Ambrina in a special space.

Once he relaxed, it was like a volcanic eruption; Ronan ejaculated in less than ten minutes.

I ejaculated a lot, at least twenty or more times, but the feeling was like a bottle that was full, and only a little bit was squeezed out, and I still felt uncomfortable and bloated.

Ambrina, whose lower body was constantly leaking yellowish-white sticky fluid, withdrew from Ronan's body immediately. She was like someone who had been thirsty for a long time, who had finally eaten a little bit, and after taking a sip, she was even more thirsty.

Without hesitation, she lowered her head, grabbed Ronan's limp member, and began to suckle desperately. Her movements were so exaggerated that not only her head but her entire body was swaying back and forth. She wouldn't allow it to go soft; she wanted it to get hard again to fill her emptiness and hunger once more.

While Ambrina was frantically giving Ronan oral sex, Ronan's hands were also constantly kneading Ambrina's buttocks and legs, which were covered by stockings. This long-lost smooth touch, this long-lost soft and white flesh, was like injecting aphrodisiac into his blood.

Soon, it got hard again.

Ambrina embraced Ronan with both hands and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly. After more than ten years of marriage, she didn't need to find a position; with a slight movement of her hips, he entered her.

Ronan braced himself on the bed with both hands, using his waist and legs to thrust in and out with a steady and powerful rhythm. Ambrina's vagina was still full of vaginal fluid and semen, and with each thrust, there were smacking and squelching sounds.

After a while of thrusting, Ronan stopped supporting himself with his hands and pressed his whole body against Ambrina, kissing her. Ambrina closed her eyes and kissed Ronan, while Ronan's hands continued to vigorously grab and knead Ambrina's body.

After a long while, Ronan raised his head, turned Ambrina to the side, lifted one of her legs, and began to thrust rapidly. Instantly, Ambrina gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, screaming "Oh oh oh ah ah ah ah!"

Ambrina wasn't fat, but she was slender and soft-fleshed. Under the rapid impact, her white flesh trembled slightly, her buttocks undulating and her breasts swaying.

After a quick thrusting session, Ronan turned Ambrina over so she was face up with her legs together and raised high, the tightest position she could squeeze. At the same time, Ronan could suck on her toes through her stockings.

Ronan slowed down slightly, but increased the intensity.

Several more minutes passed before Ronan finally got the hang of it, unleashing a furious burst of energy and spurting out more than a dozen jets of fluid.

This time, after the incident, the two did not immediately begin. Ambrina climbed on top of Ronan, lay face down, and slowly licked and cleaned the area where Ronan had just ejaculated.

Ronan also reached out and dug at Ambrina. After digging for a while, he grasped Ambrina's little fleshy nipples with both hands, pressed his mouth against them, and began to lick them with his tongue.

After a while, Ronan got up again, "Anli, I want to do your backdoor."

"Mm," Ambrina responded.

Ronan quickly applied lubricant and then began to penetrate. The anus, which hadn't been penetrated in a long time, was unusually tight and hot.

Ambrina's eyes involuntarily rolled upwards due to the intense stimulation.

After getting used to it for a while, Ronan began thrusting.

The feeling of being squeezed from all sides, the constant heat, was incredibly exhilarating.

After a six or seven-minute delay in the rear-entry position, Ronan pulled out, re-inserted from the front, then hugged Ambrina, stood up, and jumped off the bed.

The two of them immediately found themselves in one of Ambrina's favorite positions, a position that resembled an adult holding a child while they urinated.

Soon, Ambrina became so limp that she seemed to have no bones. Ronan put her back on the bed and began a new round of intense penetration.

"Ugh, Ronan, I can't take it anymore," Ambrina gasped.

"I'll shoot it into you right now, you lewd king." Ronan could no longer hold back and thrust in and out.

Finally, Ronan shot again.

After ejaculating and resting for a while, Ronan carried Ambrina to the bathroom. Ambrina's body was still limp, so she simply lay down on the edge of the tub and let Ronan massage and clean her body at the same time.

It must be said that the former owner of this manor, that baron, was also a person who loved to bathe. His bedroom was not large, but the bathtub was very large. Moreover, such a luxuriously decorated bathtub with a hot water system would not have been cheap to build in this era.

Gradually, Ambrina began to close her eyes and enjoy it.

As a queen, she never lacked dedicated maids to bathe her, but she always preferred Ronan to bathe her the most.

At this moment, through the glass window in the bathroom, you can see that it has already gotten dark.

After a while, when it was almost time, Ronan released Ambrina. "Get up later and go get something to eat."

"Ronan," Ambrina called Ronan's name softly.

"What's wrong, Annie?" Ronan asked.

Ambrina turned her head to the side. "I want it again."

“Then let’s go,” Ronan replied.

Ambrina got up and grabbed a towel. "Wait a minute, I'm going to change into a pair of stockings."

Soon, Ambrina dried herself off, changed into a pair of white stockings with small rose lace patterns, and put on a matching white dress and a pair of ivory-white round-toed leather shoes.

She knew that Ronan liked to do things with his clothes on.

Back in the room, she knelt down and gave Ronan oral sex. Ambrina couldn't wait to get up, turn her back to Ronan, and pry open her vagina.

Ronan immediately pinned Ambrina against the wall and inserted himself into her.

Within two minutes, footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a loud knocking.

Ambrina stopped responding to the thrusting and looked to the side.

“It’s Isa,” Ronan said. He was very familiar with the footsteps of the women and knew who they were just by listening.

"Oh," Ambrina responded, sensing that it was Isabel.

After knocking a few more times, Isabel pushed the door open and entered. She then saw Ronan supporting Ambrina's waist, thrusting and pumping, while her sister Ambrina looked on with a look of utter ecstasy and enjoyment.

Isabel frowned and covered her nose; the lewd, fishy smell in the room was just too strong.

I don't know how much I have to shoot or spray to get this taste. These two people are really disgusting, in broad daylight.

"Should we come? Ronan still has quite a few left," Ambrina said to her sister Isabelle.

"Take it yourself, and make sure he shoots his filth into your brain," Isabel said angrily, then threw down a thick bag of documents. "It contains economic reports from various parts of the Rhine. Read it yourself, and don't doze off at the meeting tomorrow, Your Majesty."

After saying that, Isabelle didn't turn around. Before she could even leave, Ronan and Ambrina started again.

As she stepped outside, Isabelle felt something seeping out. Instinctively, she squeezed her legs together, and annoyed that she had aroused herself, she punched the wall.

"Damn filthy thing."

Chapter 558 Eight Times, The Ordinary Within the Extraordinary, the Victory of the Engineer's Shovel

night.

On the bed, Ambrina lay face down, her lower body on the bed and her upper body sticking out of the edge. Her high-waisted black stockings had a large tear in the crotch, with both holes in the front and back that were bright red and could not be closed. Her thick, dark pubic hair was covered with too much thick sap and had clumped together.

Several strands of cloudy white liquid were hanging from the back of the black pantyhose. The pantyhose on the thighs had run, and some areas on the calves had dried and hardened into thin shells. The left pantyhose was soaked with saliva, and the right pantyhose had a hole torn in it, with a thick white liquid hanging inside that was about to dry.

Ronan grabbed Ambrina's long hair with one hand and held her head in the other, thrusting his hips to kiss her.

Ambrina was completely exhausted, like a lump of mud, only able to make soft, continuous "ooh ooh ooh" sounds.

Finally, Ronan fired his eighth shot of the day. With this shot, he felt his testicles and kidneys shrink, and only five or six somewhat thin streams of white fluid came out.

He didn't even have the strength to swallow, and the last bit of liquid just flowed down with his saliva.

After he finished ejaculating, Ronan helped Ambrina up and put her on the bed, then lay down himself.

On the bed, there were parts that were dry and hard, and parts that were still wet.

Beside the bed, besides a pile of clothes, bras and underwear, there were the flesh-colored stockings from the beginning, the white stockings with rose patterns that followed, and the torn reddish-brown garter stockings. Under the bed, there were the dark brown flat shoes from the beginning, the ivory white lace-up princess shoes that followed, the red high heels, and the black boots that had been taken off not long ago.

Four sets of clothes and shoes, working from afternoon until night.

Ambrina was in such a state that if you didn't check her breathing, you would suspect she was already dead, and Ronan could only lie there.

After a long while, when Ronan came to his senses and was about to wake Ambrina up to eat something, he found that she had already fallen asleep. Her sleeping face was peaceful and serene, as if she hadn't had a good night's sleep in a very long time and was finally able to fall asleep easily.

Seeing Ambrina like this, Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

Although Ambrina hadn't said anything about worrying, missing him, or being concerned, whether it was during the past year or at their recent reunion, Ronan understood from her relaxed demeanor that she had been worrying, missing, and longing for him all year.

They are an extraordinary couple, yet they possess an ordinary affection that is rare among extraordinary couples.

Ronan turned and leaned down to gently kiss Ambrina's cheek, then got up, put on a large bathrobe, and left the room.

In the middle of the night, her stomach growled, and Ambrina suddenly woke up, sat up, and immediately smelled a fragrance.

Ronan then pushed open the door and entered, carrying a large tray. "Anli, you're awake. I was just about to wake you up, but this is perfect."

He had expected Ambrina to be hungry, but he didn't expect her to wake up from hunger.

On the tray were fried chicken and fries, along with lemonade. Where Ambrina lived, there was naturally oil and a fryer for making fried chicken. The chicken was caught and slaughtered by Ronan from the henhouse. Potatoes were readily available, and lemonade was simple too.

The couple ate together.

Ronan ate even more happily than Ambrina, and his eyes welled up with tears. He had no choice; for the past year, he had shared weal and woe with the soldiers, eating dry rations and canned food all year round. Although it was specially supplied, it was still dry rations and canned food. In the past two weeks, he had been constantly attending various banquets to deal with that group of people. He was either discussing business or drinking, and he had to hold his food properly. He hadn't had a single meal he could enjoy.

At this moment, you can eat fried chicken and fries in big, unrestrained bites, feeling incredibly satisfied. How could you not be moved to tears?

At the same time, Villa's 150,000-strong army suffered successive defeats on both the central and eastern fronts.

The eastern route already had the fewest troops, only 30,000, and was the furthest from the rear. It was an isolated force tasked with containing the enemy, and supplies were difficult. Morale was already low. When faced with the overwhelming force of second-line local troops and third-line militia who had gradually grown stronger over the year of fighting, their morale collapsed instantly.

It broke down after only a couple of hits.

The central force consisted of 70,000 men, the main force tasked with inflicting heavy losses on the Kingdom of Phos and then negotiating peace. However, they never expected that Phos, fighting on their home turf, would retreat again and again, until they reached a defensive line composed of several winding, seemingly endless trenches.

They simply couldn't imagine how such a trench was dug.

Actually, it was nothing much; it was just 80,000 short-handled shovels, working in three shifts, around the clock, dug out by hand.

Thanks to Ronan's advocacy, hundreds of thousands of shovels have been used over the years.

Villa's main force in the middle tried to attack, but that was the end of it; they simply couldn't make a move.

Subsequently, the Kingdom of Phos launched a night raid and counterattack, which completely crushed them.

Without any hesitation, Villa chose to retreat and move westward. As for the eastern route, that was up to them.

The reason why 50,000 men were deployed on the western route was to prepare for this moment, to occupy a place, and to receive the retreating defeated army.

Without any hesitation, Valyrian gave chase.

The following day, before the morning meeting was even over, Wieland's diplomatic envoy arrived.

Their purpose was simple: to mediate.

"We hope for a ceasefire, but this matter still needs to be studied by the central command and discussed with the frontline commanders."

The diplomatic official who made contact relayed Ronan's words to Wieland's envoy.

This statement actually means that mediation is not accepted.

"To demonstrate our commitment to peace, we will withdraw our naval forces." This was the Weylanders' reply.

They never expected the Kingdom of Fass to accept mediation in the first place; they came simply to indicate their intention to withdraw their troops.

It's unrealistic for all of Villa's land forces to escape after invading the Kingdom of Fas, but without sufficient naval cover, they might not even be able to escape.

Wieland did not want any single country in the Western Continent to become dominant, so he had previously agreed to let Fas restrain the naval power of Bilia. Now, they immediately withdrew their troops to ensure that the Bilia navy could cover the army's retreat, so as not to cause too much loss to the Bilia army and make it unable to threaten the Kingdom of Fas.

In June, of the original 150,000 troops, only 90,000 successfully returned to Bilia. Among these 90,000, many were wounded or maimed. Of the remaining 60,000, 20,000 were killed or wounded. In that era, being wounded was practically equivalent to death. 40,000 were captured, most of whom were from the Eastern Route Army.

A little over a month ago, Villa was on the verge of reaching the capital of the Kingdom of Phos, but a month later, it has become this miserable state.

The 40,000 prisoners included over a thousand musketeers and dozens of mages. The state had to pay to ransom these prisoners. As for the others, they had to pay for their own release. If they couldn't pay, they would have to stay in Phos to mine.

In addition to the ransom, there was also reparations, but not much—900,000 billies, roughly one million taels of silver, to be paid in installments over five years.

This caused a huge financial loss for Villa, while the Kingdom of Fas gained a sum of bank reserves.

Upon hearing this news from thousands of miles away, the emperor of the empire nearly fainted on the spot.

After staggering and regaining his balance, he made a decision: to fight and drive the Kingdom of Phos back from the Rhineland.

Not a single one will be spared!

Chapter 559 German Dialectics: Leveraging Allies – We Just Have More People

Inside the Emperor's military camp.

"Your Majesty, is it unwise to go to war at this time?" Chancellor Rudolf advised tactfully.

Emperor Antolo smashed the armrest of his chair, casually tossing the wood chips aside, but there was no anger in his tone. "Villa has lost, and Phos is now completely secure. If we give them some more time to build enough defensive points in the Rhine region and form a solid defensive zone, we may never be able to take back the Rhine region."

He couldn't say he knew everything about the situation in Rhine, but he knew a lot.

He couldn't just watch the situation continue like this.

“Your Majesty, we have just defeated those princes and the barbarians in the north, but we have not truly eliminated their power. In the east, Poland has only barely repelled Suleiman’s offensive in the peninsula region. Suleiman did not exert his full strength; he only sent a governor. If we send troops westward now, our rear will be vulnerable. The Protestant princes, the Swedens, and Suleiman may all launch another offensive.”

Rudolf tried to persuade him again.

"That's precisely why we need to send troops now. We've just won and our morale is high, while those heretics, barbarians, and infidels have just suffered a defeat and need time to lick their wounds. If we drag this out any longer, and they recover, then we really won't be able to send troops."