Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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There was a hint of reluctance in his expression, and he would occasionally press down gently with his teeth, but he also held it very deep in his mouth, and his tongue would move as well.

Just like Isabel's feelings for Ronan, there was both resentment and love.

After a while, Ronan's thing became fully erect again, and Isabel vomited. Just as she was about to lie down, Ronan picked her up.

"Don't..." Before Isabel could finish speaking, Ronan thrust his hips in, all the way in. With a cry of "Ugh!", Isabel instinctively wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist, crossing them behind his back, and put her arms around his neck.

Ronan, with his hands supporting Isabel's firm, fleshy thighs, began thrusting wildly upwards at an angle.

Soon, Isabelle's legs began to weaken, no longer clamping tightly around Ronan's waist, but spreading wide apart, her feet, encased in brown and black stockings, swaying wildly in the air with Ronan's thrusting movements.

The toes inside the stockings sometimes curl inwards and sometimes spread out, stretched thin by the stockings.

After working in that position for a few minutes, Ronan put Isabel down and turned his back to him.

Ronan nudged Isabel's back door.

Isabel quickly dodged, covered the back door with her hands, and glared angrily at Ronan.

“Just kidding, Isabel,” Ronan said, pressing his hands on Isabel’s waist and thrusting into her.

Isabel buried her face in the pillow instantly.

Ronan started tormenting her, sometimes lifting one of Isabel's legs and nibbling on her stockinged foot while thrusting into her, sometimes turning around and grabbing both of Isabel's legs and pounding into her from above, and sometimes inserting a finger into her anus when she wasn't looking, opening both holes at the same time.

After changing positions and going back and forth for almost half an hour, Isabel had already gone limp. At the last moment, Ronan pulled out and ejaculated all over her already sloughed-out thighs.

After the round ended, Ronan didn't leave immediately. Instead, he lay down, hugged Isabel, and gently caressed her while talking about work.

“There won’t be any more high-intensity wars for now, but we still need to provide support to those Protestant princes. The emperor won’t just let it go like that, and he will definitely secretly support the people of the Rhine region to rise up in rebellion. Are you planning to go back to the capital and have Ashley come and take over your current job, or stay in the Rhine region?”

Ronan asked.

"Let her come. There are still too many people in the military system who are in their forties and have connections with me."

"Isabel said."

"Hmm." Ronan responded. Some things are better left unsaid.

In short, a group of young officers did something that made Ambrina very uncomfortable at this moment of victory.

They proactively requested that the Security Bureau, the intelligence agency of the Ministry of the Interior, be stationed in the army. It sounded like they were asking for someone to supervise them, but their words implied that some people in the army were out of touch with the times in terms of strategic and tactical thinking, and had serious problems with their personal conduct, which not only affected combat effectiveness but also damaged the relationship between the military and the people.

Who are these people? Some of them are just that group of old fogies.

But these old fogies are all Ambrina's people.

Ambrina was furious. She felt that this was a group of people banding together and pushing Isabel to cause trouble. Usually, in such cases, regardless of whether the person being pushed has the intention to do so, they must be the first to be dealt with.

Ronan didn't try to reason with Ambrina; he simply said that sisterly bonds are not easy to maintain, which was enough to persuade Ambrina.

“You go back with Anri,” Ronan added. “You two sisters should have a good talk with her.”

"Aren't you coming along?" Isabel asked.

“I need to establish the grassroots system of the Duchy of Rhine. Elena and Agustina will also need to be transferred here. The ruling class here will never be of one mind with us, even if they are willing to be dogs now. In Seris’s words, it’s better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, and a poor town mayor is better than a rich department head. We need to make the ruled people of one mind with us. Therefore, the labor union and farmers’ association systems must be brought here.”

Ronan explained.

The feudal-style capitalist trade unions and peasant associations he established were certainly not organizations that worked for the welfare of workers and peasants. The trade unions were more like intermediary companies and commercial insurance companies, while the peasant associations were more like agricultural cooperatives in some island country in another time and space.

For the Rhine region of this world and this era, these two organizations can be considered very progressive.

While it cannot provide benefits to workers and farmers, it can offer some convenience and protection.

At the same time, the capital was unusually bustling.

News of the previous minor victories has arrived, but news of the Empire's withdrawal has yet to come. In the past two days, the capital has been bustling with various activities.

Of course, the ball that was still going strong at this point was the nobles' ball.

One of the events was organized by the youngest daughter of the Duke of Loire, and Ine also participated in it.

In Phos, dancing is a compulsory course for noble ladies, and Princess Ina is no exception. Although her dancing skills are really not good, and her dance partner is Astrid dressed in men's clothing, every noble lady and gentleman present applauded after the song and dance ended.

It can only be said that shamelessness is a required course for the aristocracy.

As Ina returned to her seat after leaving the stage, she whispered to Astrid, "Lily, when did you learn that?"

"Is dancing something that you can't just do with feet?" Astrid retorted.

"Hehe." Ina narrowed her eyes and then said, "Speaking of which, you're so charming, so many girls are eyeing you, and of course, quite a few guys too."

Astrid replied coldly, "No interest. Romance only slows down my thinking and reaction speed."

Ina had no desire to talk to her anymore. She returned to her seat and looked at Zhao Yingqi, who had been sitting there the whole time. "Yingqi, why don't you go dance?"

Zhao Yingqi shook her head violently. Although she had lived in the Kingdom of Fas for so many years, she was still a Seresian at heart and could not accept such a thing.

“You can have Lily as your dance partner, just like I did,” Ina said.

Zhao Yingqi shook his head vigorously.

Ina sighed in disappointment. She had been invited to the ball to see if Zhao Yingqi had anyone she found acceptable, because she always felt that there was something wrong with this good friend, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Chapter 566 It's normal, I support you, quench your thirst.

After the ball, Ina took a carriage back to her own residence, the small manor where Ambrina used to live when she was a princess.

Astrid and Zhao Yingqi returned to the Marquis's small estate in Ronan together.

Inside the carriage, Astrid suddenly said, "In a few days, my mother and godmother should leave the capital for North Rhine-Westphalia. You can go with them."

Zhao Yingqi turned his head and looked at Astrid with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm as clueless as Ina?" Astrid rarely showed that kind of meaningful smile.

Zhao Yingqi frowned slightly, but dared not speak easily.

"Let's talk about it when we get home," Astrid said, not intending to continue the conversation in the carriage.

After a long while, they arrived at the Marquis's Manor.

The two got out of the car and went into the villa. Astrid invited Zhao Yingqi to her room.

This place is less like a young girl's bedroom and more like a scholar's study.

“To be honest, I was a little hesitant to believe it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems reasonable.” Astrid said while making tea, “The old man, although he is quite old, is very young, not only in appearance and physique, but also in mentality. It is hard to imagine that someone who is involved in politics all day long is not serious at all in life, and sometimes he will even joke around with you.”

"His abilities and knowledge are both top-notch."

“In the capital, there are far too many women who like him. One more of you won’t make a difference.”

The more Zhao Yingqi spoke, the more nervous he became.

When Astrid uttered those words, Zhao Yingqi was completely stunned.

Zhao Yingqi wanted to deny it immediately, but she remained silent until the tea was ready before she slowly spoke, "To me, Mr. Ronan is a respectable elder."

Astrid responded in Chinese, "This old man can be anything, but he can't be your so-called elder."

"Would you like some sugar?" Astrid asked as she poured the tea.

"No need," Zhao Yingqi replied blankly.

Astrid sat down. "If someone else wanted to join our somewhat special family, I definitely wouldn't support it, but Yingqi, I can support you."

Although Ronan nominally only had one wife, Ambrina, and three children—Lucien, Inès, and Louis—with the others being mistresses and illegitimate children, in reality, they were all one family.

"I..." Zhao Yingqi didn't know what to say for a moment.

“If you like her, go for it! Don’t think that just because the old man always avoids women who come close, he’ll never accept anyone again,” Astrid said with a smile. “There are just two hurdles to overcome. First, she has to be useful. He doesn’t like pretty faces, and you have no problem with that. Second, our King has to approve. After all, his lover is a little different from other people’s lovers.”

Zhao Yingqi could actually understand this very well.

Isn't this just like a concubine needing the wife's approval?

“Secondly, you’re not really in a bad position. His Majesty the King likes you quite a bit, doesn’t he?” Astrid added. “Actually, there’s no point in saying all this. Why don’t you just give it a try? It won’t hurt you to try.”

Zhao Yingqi was at a loss for words when it came to Astrid's response.

Two days later, Elena and Agustina received a decree in the name of Ambrina, ordering them to leave the capital for the Rhine, taking Zhao Yingqi with them.

A few days later, they arrived at their destination in the afternoon. The three of them took a shower, settled in, and had a simple dinner.

Before it was completely dark, Elena and Agustina slipped into Ronan's room.

The moment they entered, there was a burst of passion, roughness, accompanied by intense kissing, grabbing, and pulling foreplay.

The foreplay didn't last long. Ronan, who was standing, was now only wearing his shirt. Elena and Agustina, who were disheveled, squatted down, each holding one of Ronan's legs, opening their mouths and sticking out their tongues, their faces close together, each sharing Ronan's still half-erect penis.

Over the past year, the two would get together to comfort each other, but that kind of simple physical comfort was not enough to truly quench their thirst.

At this moment, the sensation of the gradually hardening penis and the increasingly strong smell not only failed to quench the thirst, but instead made the thirst even greater.

Elena and Agustina couldn't wait to pull Ronan into bed.

Immediately afterwards, Elena and Agustina supported themselves on their forearms, knelt on the bed, pressed their upper bodies down, and raised their buttocks high, calling out to Ronan's big penis.

They weren't wearing underwear, just a layer of slightly thick black pantyhose.

In Ronan's view, on the left was Elena's broad, thick buttocks and full, firm thighs in black stockings, those two large lumps of flesh like desire bombs about to burst from the black stockings; on the right was Agustina's firm, taut buttocks in black stockings, and thighs tightly wrapped in black stockings, with clear muscle lines and full of power.

Elena's voluptuous figure makes you want to ravage her, and Agustina's fit body makes you want to fuck her until she's weak.

Ronan used both hands simultaneously, his fingers probing and digging into the opening through the stockings, while his hard, erect penis was inserted between Elena's right thigh and Agustina's left thigh.

The two pressed tightly together, gripping Ronan's penis even tighter, and twisted their hips in coordination with the movements of their fingers.

Soon, the crotch area of ​​the black stockings was soaked.

Ronan could no longer hold back. He first inserted Elena, and then inserted four fingers of his other hand into Agustina.

After only about ten thrusts, Ronan pulled out and inserted Agustina, then used his hand to penetrate Elena.

After going back and forth like this more than ten times, Elena and Agustina simply lay on top of each other, one on the bottom and one on top, to make it easier for Ronan to switch positions.

After another half hour, their thirst was finally relieved, and Ronan also felt aroused, his penis began to swell and throb.

Ronan pulled out and stood on the bed. Elena and Agustina got up and crawled over, one on each side, and began to take turns swallowing and licking. Finally, Ronan ejaculated, and the two opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues to receive wave after wave of white fluid.

Elena swallowed it whole, licked away the remaining bits from her lips with her tongue, and revealed a satisfied expression.

Agustina swallowed it down, wiped her mouth, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The emptiness of the past year has finally been somewhat filled.

After the first round, Ronan got down to business. "Some projects here have already started. You know why I called you here, but there are still a few things I need to explain. Simply put, initially, the treatment of the workers and farmers here should be kept as low as possible. Then, find some people to tell them what the treatment of workers and farmers in Fassia is like, incite them to protest. Once they protest, then negotiate, pin the blame on those local traitors and compradors, put pressure on them, and make them bleed a little to improve the treatment of workers and farmers. This treatment should be lower than our own country's, but not too much lower."

"As for how to do it, you are all experienced, so just take charge yourself."

"In short, the focus is not on how much profit we can extract from this place, but on making this place a part of us and integrating it into our economy."

Chapter 567 Inexplicable Thoughts, Peeping, Startling

Ever since leaving the capital, Zhao Yingqi had been organizing his thoughts in his mind.

In fact, she herself didn't understand what her feelings for Ronan were, or even how such strange feelings came about.

Before Prince Lucien hinted at it to her and Ina talked to her about what a partner is like, Zhao Yingqi had never thought about this kind of thing. But after that, the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

All she could be sure of was that she couldn't respect Ronan, the man who had saved her, raised her, and was actually thirty years her senior, as an elder. It wasn't that Ronan wasn't worthy of respect; it was just that she resisted him deep down.

Zhao Yingqi didn't know why this was happening, but it was indeed the case.

Love? It doesn't seem so.

But she herself couldn't provide any evidence to prove otherwise.

In short, she couldn't figure it out.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Yingqi left the room and headed towards Ronan's room. She didn't want to explain anything; she just wanted to ask him some questions.

From the moment she arrived in this unfamiliar country, whenever she encountered troubles or confusion that were difficult to resolve, she would go back to Ronan.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that although everyone was very kind to her, only Ronan could understand her.

After passing through the corridor and courtyard, Zhao Yingqi arrived here and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the light in Luo Nan's room was on.

But after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped because she heard a cry, a woman's cry.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yingqi quietly approached.

After taking two steps, Zhao Yingqi stopped again. She was very scared, afraid of being discovered. She turned around and wanted to leave, but after taking a step back, she shrank back.

Intense curiosity grabbed her and pulled her toward the window.

Time seemed to have been pulled away. When Zhao Yingqi came to her senses, she found that her back and hands were pressed tightly against the wall next to the window, and she was completely still, listening to the sounds inside.