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The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. It must be said that although the youngest son is unreliable, he is not stupid.

Ronan was somewhat relieved. "It's good that you understand. In any case, don't do those things again, so as not to hurt those girls."

"Sad? Dad, do you think they're all good girls like Mom? Don't let their age fool you, they're not just ordinary bad girls, they're all experts." Louis forced a sentimental expression.

"Since you're an expert, how did you know?" Ronan asked with a smile.

“Of course I’m taller,” Louis proudly declared.

"Alright, alright, you little rascal," Ambrina said, pinching her son's cheek. "Go find your little rascal."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Louis shouted, then turned and ran.

Chapter 604 A group of four, an exam, a group of four?

In May, the Kingdom of Fass, under the pretext of assisting the legitimate heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Belgium, sent its army into the territory of the newly established Kingdom of Belgium.

Countries across the Western continent strongly condemned this.

What else can we do?

Nighttime, Isabelle's residence, in bed.

Ashley was dressed as a female dance practitioner, wearing a tight-fitting light gray bodysuit that perfectly outlined her figure. The lower half only covered her crotch, and she wore tight, medium-thickness, opaque white pantyhose. There were no special dance stockings at this time.

At this moment, Ashley was lying on top of Ronan, the lower part of her bodysuit was pulled open, her white stockings were torn open, and her lower body was tightly connected with Ronan's. Her small, perky buttocks kept moving up and down and swaying from side to side, while her mouth was sucking and licking Ronan's pectoral muscles.

Behind Ashley, Golan was wearing purple open-crotch pantyhose, with a double-headed dildo inserted into her genitals. The larger half was inserted into her own body, while the smaller half was inserted into Ashley's anus. She held Ashley's waist with both hands and thrust her hips. Rather than saying she was having sex with Ashley, it would be more accurate to say that she was using Ashley to have sex with herself.

Isabel, wearing a bright red pantyhose with nothing underneath, sat with her legs spread apart on Ronan's face, enjoying his oral service through the pantyhose.

After a while, the three switched places.

Ashley sat on Ronan's face, Golan enjoyed Ronan's thick, hard member, and Isabel put on the double-headed dragon.

For a while, they switched positions again.

In turn, the three of them lay side by side on the bed, their backs raised, facing away from Ronan. Ronan thrust into Isabel in the middle, his left and right hands spread apart, one in each hand.

As before, after working for a while, I changed positions.

Ashley's bodysuit and white stockings perfectly showcased her powerful and beautiful figure; the coordinated movements of her waist, hips, and legs made her practically a perfect, automated human masturbator. But she also had another identity: a former head of the secret service. Grandine's open mage robes and purple stockings, along with her sister's face carrying a hint of disgust yet displaying an incredibly lewd expression, already exuded a sense of breaking taboos. And being the "daughter of a top student" only amplified this feeling. Isabel's red stockings—a powerful princess wearing such dazzlingly bright stockings, their purity arousing desire.

After taking turns with the three men, Ronan finally got into the swing of things, slapping each of them on the buttocks before standing up.

The three understood, turned around, lay down, raised their heads, and opened their mouths.

Ronan quickly masturbated a few times, shooting more than ten streams of thick, yellowish-white semen into the mouths of the three men.

Ashley pursed her lips and slowly swallowed. Golan swallowed it in one gulp, licked his lips with a lingering smug look, and Isabel spat it out.

"Was the test you gave Xiao Lü Xi'an a little too difficult?"

"Isabel said."

Ronan chuckled. "Is that difficult? Our army fighting the Belgian army is no different from a father fighting his son."

“Resistance that doesn’t manifest itself in open violence is the most difficult to deal with,” Ashley interjected. Having worked in the Rhine region, she knew this very well. Open resistance can be eliminated, covert resistance can be suppressed, but those struggles without bloodshed are the truly troublesome.

The Rhine region has been under surveillance for many years, and its infiltration began as early as after the coal supply agreement was reached. There are many collaborators there, but the Kingdom of Belgium is different; there aren't as many collaborators there.

The person supported by the Kingdom of Fas, the younger brother of the late old king, was a man with great ambition, but whose abilities and popularity were not very good.

It's not that simple for Xiao Lüxian to deliver a satisfactory answer.

“Anyway, if something goes wrong, someone will bail him out,” Golan said. “Besides, the point isn’t how he did on the exam, but that he took it, and he took it with the woman he chose.”

“Yes.” Isabel nodded in agreement.

"I suddenly thought of something interesting. What do you think our prince is doing right now?" Ashley asked with a meaningful smile; she wasn't exactly a serious person either.

Upon hearing this, Gelan also revealed that smile, "What else can he do? Do the same thing as his father. He's a sixteen-year-old boy, and his desires are constantly running rampant."

"So, how many?" Ashley asked again.

Golan adopted a thoughtful expression, "That depends on those three."

“In that case, they might be like us, four people sharing one bed.” Ashley analyzed seriously. “Those three girls are not simple.”

“Alas, I wonder if our prince can be like his father,” said Golan. “I think it’s unlikely.”

"You two, you're going too far! Shut up!" Isabel snapped.

At the same time, in a small border town in Belgium, in a baron's manor that was somewhat simple but spacious, young Lucien lay on his bed, holding a book, but he couldn't concentrate on reading at all; his heart was pounding in his chest.

Because he had already sensed that there were three people standing outside the door of the house.

Velma, Charlotte, and Erica.

Lucien didn't really like Velma, and he lacked feelings for Erica, but he was slightly nicer to Charlotte, since she was really beautiful.

However, he still chose these three.

Velma is a Dutchman, half-native. Charlotte is not only beautiful, but her father is also Ronan's old subordinate and is now the Minister of Agriculture, holding a high position in the bureaucracy. As for Erica, her father is a rising general and one of the commanders of this military operation.

Outside the door, three girls dressed in lace silk nightgowns and stockings were staring at each other, having been locked in a stalemate for quite some time.

From the moment they met in the examination hall until now, whether at school or in the secretariat, they have always been close sisters who have stood together through thick and thin, and perhaps they will be in the future as well, but not now, because that position is unique.

Velma broke the silence first, "I have some information about the local area that I would like to tell the prince. I will leave after I finish speaking."

“I have a plan I want to tell him, and then I’ll leave without stopping,” Charlotte added, making a special promise that she would not stay.

“I have military intelligence. I won’t say anything. I’ll just hand it over and leave.” Erica was even more decisive, and even promised not to speak.

But anyone who believes that is a fool.

Ashley has a good eye for people; all three girls are quite remarkable.

“We can’t just stand here all night, can we?” Velma asked.

“I don’t care,” Charlotte said through gritted teeth.

“I have insomnia, I can’t sleep, so I’ll just stand.” Erica remained as tough as ever.

"Shall we go in together?" Velma asked again.

"Huh?" Charlotte was taken aback. Wasn't this a bit too much?

Erica steeled her resolve and replied, "Let's go together then."

Velma sighed and raised her hand to knock on the door, but to her surprise, Erica kicked the unlocked door open and shouted, "Your Highness, there's military intelligence to report!" She then rushed in first, plopped down on the edge of the bed, and blocked the way.

Velma and Charlotte were both stunned, never expecting that Erica, who usually acted like a fiery little pepper, would have this trick up her sleeve.

Velma immediately took a step forward and walked in front of Charlotte.

Chapter 605 Unable to break the move, everyone's a top-ranked player, the road ahead is long.

Generally speaking, when reporting military intelligence, one should focus on the key points and use simple and clear language to make the other party understand the current situation. However, Erica's attitude was as if she wanted to tell Little Lucien about the amount of food consumed by every mule in the logistics transportation, thus prolonging her reporting time.

It must be admitted that Erica was rigorously trained by an aristocratic family, a true young lady of an aristocratic family, and one of the most outstanding young girls in the entire country. Ordinary people simply could not memorize so much information and then report it to others without notes.

However, the report wasn't the main point. The main point was that she would occasionally pull down her nightgown, which didn't reach her knees, and then pull it back up, letting her thighs peek out from under the stockings. The way the stockings were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, and how her whole body leaned forward slightly and swayed gently, made her cleavage appear and disappear.

How could a sixteen-year-old boy like Xiao Lüxian stand this? Even though he didn't like Erica because her personality was somewhat like his sister Ina's, personality preference is personality preference, and physical desire is physical desire.

Not only Erica, but Charlotte, who was standing behind her, was also making small moves. Her appearance was the one that best matched Lucien's aesthetic among the three.

Verma was also making her own moves. She was making black tea, and her movements were quite elaborate. She would bend over and stick out her buttocks from time to time. Little Lucien didn't like her very much because she was tall, had long legs, fair skin, and blonde hair. She always reminded him of his half-sister Astrid, who was lawless but whom his father especially liked.

My heart didn't quite like it, but my body was very honest. Velma's legs were really long, her breasts were really big, and her buttocks were really perky.

After Erica finished her report over ten minutes, she finally ran out of things to say. At that moment, Velma brought over some tea, and Erica felt she couldn't refuse, so she took the teacup and sat down to the side.

Charlotte quickly sat down in Erica's original seat.

At this moment, Lucien felt extremely tormented. He could no longer hear what Charlotte was saying. His penis was so swollen that it felt like it was going to explode. If it weren't for the three people in front of him, but just one person, he would never still be lying in bed.

But there were three people on the other side, and he always felt that it wasn't good to have so many people together.

Xiao Lü Xi'an finally couldn't take it anymore. He sat up, got out of bed, and said, "I have something to do, don't follow me." With that, he rushed out the door and disappeared.

The three of them were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Sigh, let's go back."

"Yes."

"It can only be this way."

The three girls remarked.

Xiao Lüxian had already reached the empty courtyard, where the cool night breeze slightly eased his discomfort.

He took a deep breath, threw a punch into the air to vent his anger, and then he dodged! So what if there were three women together? Isn't that how Dad is?

Just then, the three girls who said they were going back met up again, and coincidentally, they were all carrying a coat.

Prince Lucien had just gone out wearing only a thin nightgown. Although it was already May, it was still a bit chilly outside at night.

"I seriously doubt we have the same teacher."

"There's no way to break through their moves."

"Impressed."

The three best friends were really frustrated. Couldn't there be someone who was a bit slow? Even just one would be fine. None of them are slow, so how are they supposed to play?

“I’ll do it,” Velma was the first to speak up. “You know the prince doesn’t actually like me, so I have no hope. I’ll be your scout, and whoever gets the throne in the future can just take care of me.”

“I’ll do it,” Erica said. “You know I have a bad temper, and with my background, the king would definitely not agree to it. Let me go, I’ll give you a try, and then you’ll know what the prince likes.”

“I’ll do it,” Charlotte said. “The Marquis certainly doesn’t want me to take the position, so it won’t make any difference if I go.”

After they finished speaking, the three of them looked at each other, but no one gave in or put down their coats.

After a brief standoff, Lucien returned from the courtyard and saw the three men. His lust, which had only slightly subsided, suddenly flared up again, burning even more intensely than before.

Lucien didn't say anything, walked past the three of them, and went straight back to his room.

The three men, not understanding what was going on, followed him and arrived at Lucien's room once again.

Lucien picked up a cup of tea that he hadn't drunk before and that had gone a little cold, gulped it down, stared intently at the three people in front of him, swallowed hard, and then quickly took off his bathrobe.

The three girls were stunned for a moment, their faces showing the same expression: a hint of surprise, a touch of embarrassment, a dash of relief, and a dash of excitement.

The three girls pulled down their nightgowns, one after the other, until they fell to the ground. Now only wearing underwear and stockings, the three girls moved closer to Xiao Lüxian, their hands reaching for the straps of the stockings on her thighs.

"Don't take off your socks."

A long and absurd night began.

The next day, when the sun was already blinding, Lucien woke up. He looked around and saw that the three girls were no longer there. Just as he was struggling to stand up, he smelled a fragrance coming from outside.

When he went outside, he found that the three girls had already prepared breakfast. He was surprised to find that these three girls, all from wealthy families and candidates for the future queen, all had this skill.

Lucien was no prince without common sense; he knew what it was like to be a young lady from a wealthy and powerful family.

Little did Lucien know how fiercely his candidates for queen were vying for that position.

What does mere culinary skill matter? Because Lucien loved mathematics, mechanics, and researching magical artifacts, each of them did their best to catch up on their studies in private.

As for politics, economics, and military affairs, those are all required courses.

In short, you should know what most women know, and you should also know what most women don't know.

The candidates for Crown Princess are all beautiful and academically gifted women with excellent physical fitness and boundless energy. They study like crazy, never giving up until they die. They believe that only by enduring hardship can one rise above others! As for Velma, Charlotte, and Erica, they are the most hardworking of all.

Lucien arrived at the restaurant, where different dishes were laid out on the table.

Verma made waffles topped with a generous amount of syrup, a local dish from her hometown that hadn't yet become popular, making it quite novel. Charlotte made scrambled eggs with butter; her mother had become Ronan's maid with barely passable scrambled eggs, later meeting Ronan's confidant, who was also her father. Now, Charlotte's scrambled eggs were top-notch. Erica made boiled sausages; the method wasn't technically difficult, but the sausages were her own. Her father was born in the southwestern part of the Kingdom of Fas, near Villa. Her sausages combined the flavors of both countries, with plenty of fat, fragrant lean meat, and a hint of spiciness, spices, and smokiness—a single bite instantly whetting one's appetite.

"How was it?" the three girls asked Lucien almost in unison.

"All is well," Lucien replied somewhat perfunctorily.

The three girls immediately realized that they still had a long way to go before they could win over the prince.

Chapter 606 Rating: Unable to Control Oneself, Even the Ruthless Have Feelings

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's July.

Lucien stood atop the tower of a church, overlooking the surroundings, feeling exceptionally joyful.

The army of the Kingdom of Fas truly lives up to its reputation as the best army in the world. The war has been going very smoothly for the past two months. Bastions are now obsolete with the advent of stronger artillery, trench warfare, and small-scale air force. If it weren't for the fact that we had to train the army of the country we were supporting while we were fighting, lest that country become unsustainable in the future, we probably would have taken over the country by now.

Of course, Lucien's pleasure was not due to this. After all, fighting was not his responsibility. The test that Ronan assigned him was to manage logistics, coordinate relations between the military and civilians, and handle the livelihood and economy of the occupied areas.