Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Oh oh ah ah ah." The unprecedented experience made Ambrina let out wanton moans.

Ronan paused, looking at the panting Ambrina, "How are you, Your Majesty?"

Ambrina took a few more breaths, and after recovering, she looked at Ronan with a smile and ran her foot across Ronan's leg a few times.

Ronan understood, and inserted his hand again, activating his ability once more.

Ambrina's thighs clamped tightly around Ronan's left hand, and her hands gripped Ronan's arms, as if she were both pushing Ronan's hand outwards and pulling it inwards.

Ronan's fingers exerted suction while simultaneously thrusting and probing.

Before long, Ambrina was already delirious, her legs wide open, her magic no longer steadily absorbing the stockings. "It's coming, it's coming, ugh!" With a shout, a stream of vaginal fluid pierced through the white stockings and gushed out powerfully, followed by a large amount of vaginal fluid overflowing, soaking the crotch of the stockings and even the inside of her thighs.

She had an orgasm.

Seeing his lovely wife's wanton appearance, Ronan's manhood became erect with excitement.

After a while, Ambrina tore her expensive, luxurious but incredibly cumbersome dress to shreds, threw it aside, and opened her arms. Ronan leaned forward, letting Ambrina hug him, and at the same time, he lifted Ambrina up.

Then, he lifted Ambrina up with both hands, quickly switched positions, and lifted Ambrina's soft, fleshy buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in white stockings. He leaned back slightly, then thrust his waist forward, inserting his huge penis all the way into Ambrina's already muddy and overflowing vagina from below.

"Uh oh."

Ambrina let out a long, satisfied groan.

Ronan paused briefly, waiting for a resentful look from Ambrina, before increasing his intensity and beginning to thrust.

Ambrina instantly felt that long-lost pleasure.

A woman may not feel anything particularly noticeable inside, and it might even hurt if it goes too far inside. However, the feeling of being completely filled by something thick, hard, and long, painful yet incredibly fulfilling, is a kind of pleasure that most women have never experienced. In addition, the feeling of being violently thrust into, as if the body is about to fall apart, is even more intoxicating.

Ronan gripped Ambrina's buttocks so hard that the soft flesh covered by her white stockings spilled out from between his fingers.

The thrusting was rapid and fierce, each stroke reaching the deepest point, causing Ambrina's vaginal muscles to turn outwards, and the opening was already full of foamy white semen.

Ambrina was also extremely engrossed, tearing off her bra and constantly twisting her body, causing her breasts to sway and her slightly erect nipples to rub against Ronan's firm pectoral muscles. Her slightly chubby legs were crossed and wrapped around Ronan's waist, hooking tightly, using the force to move her hips up and down and left and right to meet Ronan's thrusts, making a slapping sound with each impact.

By this time, the crown had already fallen off their heads due to the movement and rolled onto the carpet, but the couple, lost in their passion, paid no attention to it and continued their frenzied intercourse.

Soon, the two moved to the bed. Ronan grabbed Ambrina's not-so-slender ankles with both hands, spread her legs wide apart, pressed her back, tore open her white stockings, revealing the thick black hair that showed her vigorous sexual desire, and made her vulva face upwards, pressing down on her and thrusting downwards.

Rounded feet, not-so-slender ankles, slightly loose and fleshy calves, plump thighs and buttocks from this angle, no excess fat, but a waist and abdomen that could be pinched, and thick, lush, and shiny black hair, all wrapped in a layer of slightly sheer milky white pantyhose, forming a unified whole.

Her breasts weren't that big, but even when she was lying flat, they still looked quite plump and tender.

Ambrina, who is over forty, still has the face of a girl who is slightly more mature than a teenager, with a touch of sweetness and cuteness, but her body is a plump boob, full of the charm of a voluptuous young wife.

The appearance of a girl, the body of a young woman, the desires of a mature woman—this was his wife, Ambrina, a woman who could still arouse his desire even after twenty years.

Before he knew it, Ronan had pressed himself against her, holding Ambrina in his arms and kissing her. Only his waist and legs continued to thrust forcefully. Ambrina's legs were no longer spread apart, but crossed behind Ronan's waist, with her insteps arched and her big toes slightly upturned.

The two returned to their most ordinary missionary posture.

"Anli, Anli, uh..." With a low growl, Ronan's huge penis began to swell and throb.

Ambrina gripped Ronan's back muscles tightly with both hands, "Give it to me, give it to me..."

Following a series of violent thrusts, more than twenty streams of thick, viscous white fluid gushed out and sprayed into Ambrina's body.

After it was over, Ronan did not withdraw; the two caressed each other for a long time before finally separating.

Ambrina sat up, stretched out her hands, spread her fingers, and then bent three fingers down. "Ten times, seven more times."

Ronan smiled wryly, "Anli, are you out of your mind?"

“No,” Ambrina replied, behaving like a spoiled little princess.

“Then I have no choice but to risk my life to satisfy my wife, my Majesty,” Ronan said.

"How about you take some medicine?" Ambrina asked. Noah had recently developed a magical potion.

"Pah! I need to take medicine?" Ronan roared. "You're dead, Ambrina. Even God the Father can't save you."

Chapter 620 Ten Times, Battle Losses, Future Plans

The next day at noon, Ronan and Ambrina were still sleeping. They didn't fall asleep until dawn this morning. They took a bath and had a late-night snack as a break throughout the night.

In the bedroom, besides the silver-gray high heels and white pantyhose that were there at the beginning, as well as the ripped gorgeous dress, there were many other different shoes and socks.

The military boots were made of camel-colored suede and soft antelope leather. Inside the boot shaft was a lump of thick, half-dried white semen. A pair of flesh-colored pantyhose hung limply on the boot shaft, next to a pair of capri pants. There was also an officer's uniform, which was the set Ambrina wore when she marched. This was the product of her fourth encounter. At the end, Ronan inserted his penis into the gap between the soft leather boots and the stockinged legs and ejaculated violently.

On the chair was a silk slip dress, wrinkled beyond recognition and covered in hard lumps. Next to it was a pair of non-elastic, light brown silk stockings, the product of the fifth time. At the last moment, Ronan squeezed Ambrina's breasts with both hands and ejaculated onto the slip dress.

On the carpet, there was a pair of matte, opaque black pantyhose. Only the thickened area behind her buttocks had a hard, dry patch, which was the product of Ronan inserting the pantyhose along with Ambu Anlina's anus and ejaculating at the end.

Beside the bed, a white shirt, a vest, a dark blue-purple long skirt, and matching dark blue-purple silk-cotton blend stockings with a silky sheen, along with small leather shoes. This was the uniform of the girls' academy, designed by Ronan himself and perfected by several tailors in the capital. The stockings had many white spots on them. This was the sixth time Ronan had pulled out after a vigorous session with Ambrina, and grabbed the foot fetish Ambrina had brought.

In the corner was a wedding dress, the one Ambrina and Ronan wore when they got married. The dress was only a little wrinkled, but the white stockings were torn to shreds. By the seventh time, Ambrina had gone a little crazy. She made Ronan rape her, not just to vent her anger, but to beat and abuse her.

After they finished having fun, the two took a shower and then had a late-night snack.

After finishing her meal, Ambrina, still bearing numerous bruises, made Ronan act as a slave, intending to punish him as the empress.

Ambrina was quite ruthless, slapping hard across the face, kicking and stomping with stockings and high heels, strangling with a rope, whipping wildly, and even using a hammer and a short knife. If it weren't for the inconvenience of the room, she could have used a branding iron as well. But for Ronan, who had regenerative abilities, these were only temporary pain and torment. And Ambrina didn't really like it. She used the time to curse during the abuse, cursing incessantly, venting the negative emotions she had accumulated over the years.

Deep down, she never wanted to share Ronan with anyone. Like all women, she wanted a man to belong only to her. She didn't love the throne or the crown; she just wanted to live a leisurely, idyllic life with Ronan.

But, she can't.

Therefore, she was furious.

She wasn't angry at Ronan, but at herself. Her birth was something she couldn't choose, yet it was precisely because of this birth that she was able to be with Ronan. She didn't possess Dinia's unparalleled beauty or extraordinary strength, nor did she have the ability to handle Ronan's affairs like anyone else. In terms of appearance, she was perhaps the least outstanding among Ronan's many women, and even in terms of ability, she seemed to be the least outstanding.

Finally, Ambrina threw herself into the arms of the battered Ronan and burst into tears.

Ronan gently comforted his wife, "It's okay, don't cry, Anri, don't cry, you're the best."

Ambrina stopped crying, but was still sobbing.

Afterwards, the two made love very gently and for a very long time.

This is the eighth time.

The ninth time, Ronan took Ambrina to the top of the kingdom's tallest tower, overlooking the entire capital, and they made love. Ronan then tied the stockings stained with his semen to a steel needle at the top of the tower.

The tenth time, it was almost dawn. The two used the same position they had used the first time, six-nine. Ambrina also changed into her most frequently worn slightly sheer pink and white pantyhose.

This time, Ronan didn't shoot.

Ambrina grew increasingly sleepy and fell asleep on her side against Ronan, one hand still weakly holding his manhood.

Ronan simply went to sleep as well.

They slept through the afternoon, past noon, before waking up groggily.

The two woke up, changed their clothes, and then prepared to go out for lunch.

The pile of things in the bedroom was left to be cleaned up by special people, namely Nora, the head maid of the inner court whom Ambrina trusted the most, who claimed to have the bedroom, and Camille, the deputy secretary of the inner court who already knew many secrets and didn't care about knowing a little more.

Looking at the things in the bedroom and the smell that filled the room, even Nora, who had a lot of experience, quickly shook her head to dispel the images in her mind. All she could say was that His Majesty and the King Consort were really too crazy.

Camille was once again amazed; she never imagined that the two, who had been married for nearly twenty years, could still be so loving.

Unfortunately, Ronan still doesn't want to look at her more than a few times.

By this time, Ronan and Ambrina had arrived outside the palace, and Ronan began to talk about his plans for the next few years.

Some new laws and regulations, some new policies, and various measures to help the son remove obstacles.

Ambrina listened, occasionally interjecting with her own opinion.

During their casual stroll and conversation, the two men decided on the future direction of a nation.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at a restaurant.

This restaurant is one of the few in the capital that specializes in seafood. The seafood from the west is transported to the capital via the river as quickly as possible after being caught, and the prices are really high.

But Ronan and Ambrina can still afford it.

After a seafood meal, the two returned to the palace to handle official business.

There's been a lot going on lately. Besides Ambrina's coronation ceremony, there's also the medal awarding ceremony. After that, there are arrangements for her son. Lucien has already made some achievements, and Ambrina plans to retire in a few years, so her son needs to gradually take over the political affairs.

Inside the carriage, Ambrina couldn't help but complain, "Ugh, what a hassle."

As Ronan massaged Ambrina's feet and legs, which were still a little weak, he comforted her, saying, "Just a little more hardship for now. After you abdicate, it'll be time for us to live a carefree life. We'll travel all over the world, heading east to Seres."

Ambrina suddenly felt a little worried. "I have a feeling that things might not be peaceful in Seris. My uncle and his purple-clad men, the people behind him, and that traitor Heath who is still on the run, the other you who dragged Yingqi here last time, and the people who were with him. Besides, according to Kate Peter, there are two 'ruins' in Seris. Seris is practically the center of the vortex."

Ronan smiled. "Then it's even more worthwhile, isn't it? Have you forgotten how we fell in love? When we were adventuring together in another dimension."

"Tch, I fell in love with you at first sight, you bad man." Ambrina pinched Ronan's cheek in dissatisfaction.

Chapter 621 A Covenant, Workers and Peasants, Anti-Corruption and Evil Removal

June of 1605 passed in celebration, beginning with the coronation ceremony and followed by the investiture ceremony.

Hidden beneath these two major events are the second phase of the Rhineland construction plan, the Belgian aid plan, the Catalan aid plan, and adjustments to military districts and ranks.

Although the whole country was celebrating the king's ascension to the throne and the triumphant return of the soldiers, in reality, the vast majority of citizens felt nothing but pride. The only ones who truly benefited were the country's upper class, nobles, high-ranking officials, senior religious figures, mid-to-high-ranking military officers, and high-ranking magicians.

However, the big one arrived in July.

The first thing to arrive was the "King's Covenant." In this covenant, Ambrina, on behalf of the entire royal family, declared that the country belonged to all the citizens, not to the royal family. The Kingdom of Fas would legally abolish all feudal systems. From now on, all nobles, including members of the royal family, would not enjoy any special allowances from taxes. The king would only receive a salary, which would be twenty times the average income in the capital.

However, the royal family is entitled to retain all private property by law. This property includes many aspects, one of which is the throne. This throne was won through the continuous struggle of the Freigo family ancestors Oran, the Holy King Lawrence, and the Empress Ambrina. It was not based on bloodline, but on hard work, creation, revival, and resurgence. Therefore, the throne is private property, and private property is sacred and inviolable. Unless there is merit in rebuilding the country, anyone who attempts to depose the Freigo family's throne in any form is a traitor to the country, and everyone has the right and the obligation to kill the traitor.

Members of the royal family, like other citizens, have the legal right to engage in business operations.

Having discussed the royal family, let's move on to the citizens.

The very first sentence is: "The following agreement shall be made so that any monarch of the Freigo family who violates it shall be an illegitimate king."

Freedom, property, security, and resistance to oppression are inalienable human rights for all lawful citizens, but national sovereignty is above all human rights.

Everyone is equal before the law, and no form of preferential treatment shall be permitted in the law for nobles, priests, or magicians.

Next came a long speech explaining what freedom, property, security, and resistance are.

Simply put, the "Covenant" is an agreement made by the kings of Ambrina's descendants with everyone: the king will first reduce his own power and return power to you, but you cannot rebel. If you rebel, you may not be able to enjoy the benefits of the Covenant, and society will enter a state of law of the jungle for a period of time. Think it over carefully.

On the other hand, although the Constitution is all about freedom and equality, it is actually neither free nor equal.

It's not considered free because the definition of freedom is extremely strict, while the definition of sovereignty is very vague, yet sovereignty overrides all human rights. Simply put, if a king has the ability to command the state apparatus and wants to wield an iron fist against any individual or organization, that's perfectly acceptable.

That's normal. Without an iron fist and without despotism, what kind of king would he be?

As for inequality, that's too obvious. Although it stipulates that everyone is equal in legal status, it's useless. Mages are definitely stronger than ordinary people. Such equality is actually a disguised admission that mages, as the powerful, exploit ordinary people who are the weaker party.

But magicians are part of nature, there's nothing we can do about it.

In August, the new Farmers' Association Law and Trade Union Law came into effect.

The two points are simple: First, the farmers' association must invest 50% of its income in agricultural development, farmers' welfare, and other related causes.

The farmers' association in the Kingdom of Fas is becoming more and more like the farmers' association in a certain island country in East Asia in another timeline, except that it cannot interfere in politics.

Second, the trade union will no longer involve public officials and will become a non-governmental social organization.

Now that external threats have diminished and the era of concentrating all efforts on development is almost over, it's time to loosen the reins on workers a bit.

In September, all restrictions on migration were lifted, and from the time the new regulations took effect, farmers were free to move to cities to work.

With the war over and a new order established, Ronan no longer needed to consider the administrative costs and financial pressures brought about by rapid urbanization. Therefore, based on the culture of the Western Continent and the kingdom's own national conditions, he abolished the dualistic policy.

With the labor force that Ronan had been forcibly suppressing released, and the market expanding significantly after the war, the kingdom's economy was bound to experience a sustained upward trend over the next decade or so. His son, Lucien, could enjoy himself, but after he finished eating, it would be his turn to have a headache.

But if he can't even use the food that Kaixin has accumulated over more than ten years to make some adjustments, then he deserves all the subsequent bad consequences.

In October, something even bigger happened. Queen Ambrina publicly announced that she would abdicate in favor of her son within five years, and then handed over the reins of government to Crown Prince Lucien II. She then personally led a nationwide anti-corruption and anti-evil campaign.

It's not just her; there's also Ronan, the Secretary General of the Inner Court, and Dinia, the Special Advisor.

While the fight against corruption and the elimination of evil certainly involved paving the way for his son Lucien by purging a group of people, the main reason was genuinely to eradicate corruption.

Some people think that official corruption is nothing serious, and that the existence of some organized crime is justifiable. In Ronan's view, this is completely wrong. In terms of corruption, for every dollar that an official embezzles, the country loses five dollars. And organized crime has an even more serious impact on the economic environment.

Basically, when I go to a new place, I eat skewers, like I'm going to eat a whole skewer.

More than a decade of rapid economic development has truly fattened up far too many parasites. And these parasites basically all have one thing in common: they were all very capable officials at the beginning. No joke, when Dinia was in power and Ronan was assisting, there were reforms every few days. Those who were not capable would have been sidelined long ago. After they took power, they unsurprisingly began to embezzle and engage in corruption. At first, they were quite careful and quite resourceful, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was completely reasonable and legal.

But power and money are far too easy to make a person arrogant and conceited. These people who were originally shrewd, capable, and cautious begin to become unrestrained and absurd, and begin to prefer simpler and more brutal ways of embezzlement and corruption, to the point that even the small vendors in the tavern know who in this place is a big corrupt official.

This nationwide anti-corruption and anti-crime campaign lasted for a full six months.

It wasn't until May of the following year, 1606, that it stopped.

For the past six months, Ronan and Ambrina have been away from the capital. Even the former prime minister, Dinia, has been taken away. This is another test for Lucien and a probe of the kingdom's higher-ups. Their delay in returning to the capital and their lack of remote control are giving them the opportunity to cause trouble.