Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Are you alright?" Ronan asked with concern, noting that she was no longer a married woman.

Falek hesitated for a moment, "Stop, you're too big, it'll hurt a little."

“Uh.” Ronan was a little surprised.

A long, long time ago, Ronan also thought he was quite big, but then he thought that all magicians should be quite big and very strong, and that he was nothing special.

Moreover, over the years, he had been with so many women, and none of them had reacted strongly. Only Zhao Yingqi cried out in pain, but Zhao Yingqi was not strong enough back then.

Falek is quite strong, and she's also a married woman.

Farek, with her back to Ronan, remained silent with a sullen face. Ambrina had told her that Ronan was a bit big, but she hadn't taken it seriously. After all, the old Sultan wasn't small either, at least bigger than those statues.

She hadn't considered that Ambrina and the others only had Ronan as a man, and without comparing them, she assumed Ronan wasn't much older than the others.

Is this a little big? This could kill someone.

Ronan also didn't realize that the women he had slept with before were all virgins. They had never even seen or experienced another man's penis, let alone felt it. So they assumed that male magicians were only as big as Ronan, or if they were small, they wouldn't be much smaller. They thought that being penetrated was just as painful for them, and that all women were like that. And over time, they got used to it and that was their mindset.

Falek was different; she had expectations, and this clearly exceeded them, which is why she couldn't adapt immediately.

"It'll be over in a minute," Ronan said, gently kissing and caressing her while slowly thrusting in and out.

But this gentle rhythm only lasted a short while before it became unbearable. Her extremely voluptuous body made it impossible to resist the urge to treat her roughly.

Ronan picked Falek up and placed her on the carpet. He lifted her skirt, ripped her panties, and put her stockings back on, letting the shimmering black stockings cover her large, round, and plump buttocks. He inserted himself through the thin black stockings. With the stockings, even if Ronan used a lot of force, he could only push in halfway, allowing him to release freely without pushing all the way in at once and making Falek feel uncomfortable.

Falek's mind went blank for a moment, and she could only cover her mouth and sob. She thought Ronan was at most more violent than the dead old Sultan, but she did not expect him to be so violent, so violent that she could hardly bear it.

Ronan never expected that having sex with such a voluptuous and mature married woman as Falek would feel somewhat like having sex with Alice.

Gradually, Falek drank more and more water, stopped covering her mouth, and even made slight gestures to accommodate her.

"Looks like that old guy never turned on your switch." Ronan slapped Falek's thick, fleshy belly, tearing a hole in it, then thrusting hard until it was completely inside.

Instantly, Falek let out a shrill yet exhilarating cry.

But just as she was expecting further action, Ronan stopped and remained motionless. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't move. Finally, Falek couldn't help but start moving on her own.

Chapter 656 This is what a married woman should be like. No comparison, no harm. Still want more?

Falek has begun to demand.

“Right? That’s it. You’re a married woman, and this is the kind of movement that suits this body.” Ronan said, and started moving again.

The impact of those mature, married woman's large, fat buttocks was pure carnal pleasure. Even though the buttocks were wrapped in tight black stockings, each impact still created waves. Ronan could no longer restrain himself and completely ripped off Falek's dress and underwear. Instantly, her exaggeratedly large, white, fat breasts swayed and bounced out.

Ronan grabbed the plump breasts with both hands, and with each grab, he felt an irresistible urge to burst them. "Alright, let's get serious."

Falek was startled. Was it for real? Wasn't it just now? Just as this doubt flashed through her mind, Ronan entered his true rhythm, and instantly, Falek felt as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart and turn into a pile of minced meat.

After a series of fierce thrusts, Ronan continued to grasp the large, white, plump breasts, saying, "Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you much better than the old Sultan?"

Falek was unable to speak; her consciousness was beginning to dissipate.

Although her consciousness was confused, her movements did not stop; instead, they became more intense and lewd, and she began to sway from side to side, not just back and forth.

It wasn't just that Ronan ignited her dormant desires and turned on a switch that had never been turned on before.

It was also an outlet for her own emotions, a way to vent her disappointment, resentment, anger, regret, jealousy, and confusion.

A teenage girl accompanied her parents south to visit relatives and meet her fiancé to see if he was worthy of her lofty aspirations. However, war broke out, and her parents, relatives, and fiancé were all killed. She was forced into slavery and left alone in the deep palace. To avoid being bullied, she could only constantly please an old man and climb the ranks step by step, fighting against those she looked down upon. Only her ideals sustained her and prevented her from turning into a beast controlled by power.

However, when the time came to realize her ideals, she realized that they were impossible. No, she should say that she had long understood that a woman in a foreign country, in a country that was already incredibly corrupt, could never realize her ideals. Twenty years of this had been nothing but self-deception.

In the end, nothing was gained.

But in the same world, in the same era, there was another woman who achieved things beyond her ideals, and she also had a man who loved her.

Choosing to leave the past behind, but not knowing whether one can grasp the future.

Farek, who had been accumulating far too much negative emotion, was now venting it out, and this venting brought her immense joy, both physically and emotionally.

But soon, these cathartic thoughts disappeared, leaving only physical pleasure.

She couldn't bear to see how wanton her expression was at that moment.

"That's right, this is what relaxation is all about."

As he spoke, Ronan grabbed one of Falek's legs with both hands, turned her to the side, and began to nibble and lick her fleshy little leg while thrusting into her.

Falek, who had completely let go, gradually began to groan, and the sound grew louder and louder.

At this moment, Ronan turned Falek over so that she was facing him. He grabbed her somewhat thick and rounded ankles with both hands and began a new round of frenzied thrusting. Watching her large, plump breasts sway with each thrust, almost creating a blur, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

That muscular physique makes you want to shoot your brains into it.

Finally, Ronan pressed down on her, grabbing her extremely plump thighs with both hands, pressing her down so that Falek's waist was off the ground, her anus almost facing upwards. Then, he injected her with a series of downward thrusts, and then his huge member swelled and throbbed, pressing against the cervix and beginning to burst and ejaculate.

When Ronan pulled out and stood up, Falek lay panting on his back, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His ribs contracted and expanded like a blower, causing his chest to twitch. The crotch of his glittery black pantyhose was already soaked, with white fluid constantly flowing from his lower body. His thigh muscles were twitching, and his toes were limp and powerless inside the black pantyhose.

After stretching out while standing, Ronan sat down and began to gently caress her, asking tenderly, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Hmph." Falek snorted, it was hard to tell whether he was scolding or laughing.

“Fine, don’t tell me then,” Ronan said.

“I don’t think I’ve told you about my magic yet,” Falek said, beginning to recount her magic.

She's now truly a member, and there's nothing left to hide.

First-tier marking. Second-tier seeing through the magic core. Third-tier allowing one's own magic to deceive others' magic defense membranes and penetrate their magic core. Fourth-tier allowing one's own magic to materialize and leave the body, remaining active for a long time and being controllable.

"No wonder you were able to make breakthroughs in your research on magic," Ronan remarked.

The demonic entity, or soul, exists, but it is invisible and intangible. Falek, however, can see it, and in a sense, she can even touch it. Others who conduct experiments in this area can only observe and verify the results, but she can see the process.

Because of her magic, the "Stabilizer" possesses a superior understanding of the physical body, while Falek's talent is even rarer—she possesses a superior understanding of the soul.

“Perhaps you are the one who can change the world,” Ronan said.

"Perhaps it's just that I haven't been able to spend enough time on this in the past, and I haven't studied it much," Falek remarked.

“It’s alright, it’s not too late to start now, you’re still young,” Ronan said with a smile.

Despite her mature and charming appearance, Faleke was actually only older than Zhao Yingqi and nearly twenty years younger than Ronan among this group of women.

Completely relaxed, Falek felt much younger, as if the past twenty years had been taken away and she had returned to the time when she had just entered her teenage years. She also spoke very casually, "Suddenly I realized that it's true, you are an old man too."

"Well then, the old man is going to sleep." With that, Ronan got up and prepared to leave.

Falek grabbed Ronan's leg and looked up at him.

Ronan immediately understood that look in his eyes. He smiled slightly, stepped forward, and pointed the object at Falek's face.

Being a married woman, Falek understood. "Well, I'm not very good at that."

Ronan touched Falek's face. "It's okay, take your time."

Falek moved closer, grasped the base with one hand, and began to lick it. She wasn't very good at it, only relatively well-versed compared to others.

Soon, Ronan became erect again. Although he had already experienced it, Falek was still surprised to see it so close up. The old Sultan was indeed not small, but at most only two-thirds the size of Ronan's, and the thickness and hardness were incomparable.

Ronan's gaze drifted downwards to the enormous pair of breasts, which, encased in black stockings, made her already voluptuous figure appear even more voluptuous as she squatted with her legs spread apart.

"Cage it between your breasts and lower your head to suck and lick it," Ronan commanded.

Falek was very compliant. He spat it out first, then squeezed his breasts together with both hands, lowered his head and took Ronan's glans into his mouth, while Ronan himself started moving as well, beginning to fuck his breasts.

Indeed, married women are wonderful.

Chapter 657 Civilization or not, it's too hot to bear, I don't know either.

Leaving the capital Constantinople and heading southeast, we arrived in Anatolia. According to Ketterbeller, the entrance to the ruins was on the edge of the Persian Gulf, at the easternmost point of Suleiman's territory, a very long distance from where we were.

After traveling at a leisurely pace, taking almost half a month, the group finally arrived in Baghdad.

The journey wasn't very pleasant. Suleiman was a large feudal country, and Constantine was very open-minded. As a white person from the Western Continent, I could stroll around the streets without attracting any attention. However, heading southeast was a different story.

This place, one of the cradles of human civilization, is now truly uncivilized.

If people are uncivilized, then it's even less likely that things will open up.

The religious atmosphere here is much stronger than in Constantinople.

To avoid trouble, Ronan and his group all changed into long robes, with the women wearing headscarves and veils.

The reason for this is that in the past thousand years, the rulers changed too frequently, it was truly a case of one after another taking the stage.

Although this world did not have the Mongol conquests, and the magic level of the nomadic peoples was not very high, not high does not mean low.

Since the birth of magic, although it has only started to develop rapidly in the last one or two hundred years, magic has been updated and replaced three to five times in the past few thousand years.

Those coming from the north, east, and south are second-tier nomads who were eliminated by the first tier. They are a group that has undergone "elimination-style education" and are generationally behind the first-tier level. However, they are not weak. If they were sent to the New World or the Southern Continent, they could still easily defeat the natives just like the colonists of the Western Continent.

Besides, Suleiman was originally from a nomadic tribe before he rose to power.

After spending a few days in Baghdad, the original plan was to take a spaceship directly to the destination after leaving the city. However, the spaceship malfunctioned and, according to Kate Peter, it would take two days to repair. Ambrina then suggested riding horses or camels.

As I said before, since we're already here, let's experience the local customs and culture.

Ronan hadn't expected to be able to ride camels here; in his memory, this was a fertile plain.

However, in reality, the once-prosperous Fertile Crescent has long lost its former glory. Many areas are no longer suitable for cultivation, and some areas have even become desertified. With desertification and some hilly areas, it is certainly possible to ride camels.

Perhaps this is the root cause of the decline of this land.

If this place had remained a paradise, maintaining its potential to nurture civilization, then "barbarism" would never have been able to defeat civilization. Unfortunately, it was developed too early, and its ecosystem was fragile. Overuse has transformed it from fertile land into what it is today.

Of course, horseback riding is the main activity here. Camel riding is purely for fun. There's very little desert here. If you really want to ride a camel, you can go to Arabia to the south.

It's late August now, and the daytime high is 40 degrees Celsius, while the nighttime temperature is less than 20 degrees Celsius.

The first day was still quite novel.

The next day, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Ugh, Ronan, I feel like I'm turning into jerky." Ambrina muttered weakly, head down, as she rode her horse. She had just gulped down water and poured it all over her head, and now it was happening again.

Isabel scolded, "Didn't you say you wanted to ride a horse?" But she didn't have her usual strength, and she was hot.

Dinia didn't speak, she just drank water. Ambrina had plenty of water in her "stomach," so they didn't need to worry about the water.

The others, including Ronan, couldn't stand it either. Most of the group were French, and France is at a similar latitude to Northeast China, so wearing stockings in the summer is no problem. But here, you can't wear stockings for more than half a day.

Even the human puppet, Faith, was having trouble handling it.

As evening fell, the group arrived at a village and decided to stay there. This small village, not located on a main road, had no inns. The only place they could stay was the village chief's house. The village chief was not very welcoming to Ronan and his group at first. After all, they were heretics, and they didn't look like law-abiding citizens. In this day and age, how could a group of women dare to travel outside be law-abiding citizens?

But after the gold appeared, the village chief said Ronan and his friends could stay as long as they wanted.

Clearly, God is not as good as gold.

After staying for two days, Caterpillar repaired the spaceship. The group left the village chief, found a secluded place, unfolded the spaceship, and rushed into it. Once inside, they quickly started the ship and flew towards their destination.

As for the horse, we simply don't need it anymore. We're rich, that's how capricious we are.

In the dormitory, Ambriina lay sprawled on her bed, thinking, "It's finally over."

After resting for a while, she first went to Dinia's room and took out the ice cream that Suleiman had put in and distributed it to everyone. Then she came back and continued to distribute it.

After serving everyone, Ambrina started eating herself, taking a big bite of both the crispy shell and the ice cream, and exclaiming with delight, "Wow, I'm alive again!"

Falek ate in small bites, feeling a sense of vitality returning to her. She was originally from the north and had a lot of meat on her bones, so she was always afraid of the heat.

“You brought this on yourself,” Isabel retorted to Ambrina with a sidelong glance.

Ambrina, who hadn't argued with her sister for a few days, relapsed into her old habit: "Give me back my ice cream!"

Isabel ignored her, but still replied, "I bought this with my own money."

“Then you have to pay me a refrigeration fee,” Ambrina insisted.

“No.” Isabel said directly.

“Stingy,” Ambrina muttered.

Isabel suddenly sped up, finished her ice cream in a few bites, and rolled up her sleeves.

Seeing that Isabel was about to throw a tantrum and get physical, Ashley quickly tried to calm her down, "Calm down, calm down, Isabel, I was just joking with you."

"Anli, take a rest," Alice also advised Ambrina.

These two sisters, one a king and the other the head of a secret service, are a nightmare for many people, yet when they are together, they are as childish as two children.

The two didn't end up arguing. After finishing their ice cream, everyone in the room lay down on their beds and fell asleep in no time. The heat had been so bad these past few days that they hadn't been able to sleep well and had a poor appetite. After finishing an ice cream, they really didn't want to do anything but sleep.

The other room was similar; everyone ate ice cream and then went straight to bed.