Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“I estimate they’ll have to split up again,” Ronan said. “However, we’ve already passed on the cultivation method, and with their strength, they’re definitely a regional power, which means we’ve lived up to Lavigne’s expectations.”

“The ship won’t arrive for at least another two months, so there’s no rush. They have time to check out the situation outside. If they change their minds, that’s fine too,” Dinia said. In any case, the people of the Ship Kingdom still have options before they set off.

Dinya then went to inform them of the news and had it spread.

The following night, Ronan went to Dinia's room.

At this moment, Agustina is exercising, raising her legs until her body is almost perpendicular to the ground, her shoulder blades still on the bench. Keeping her body in a straight line, she slowly lowers her legs until they are just off the bench, then raises them again until they are perpendicular to the ground, similar to the dragon flag exercise in fitness.

Elena was humming a little tune as she trimmed her nails with a nail file, looking quite content.

Dinia lay on the chair, a half-empty bottle of wine beside her, a book in her hand, reading.

Chapter 701 is made up; you're just using a trick, aren't you?

The book in Dinia's hand is called "Rights and Representations" by Ronan. Rather than a book, it is more like a collection of drafts, consisting of hundreds of pages of roughly the same size, bound together with oil-waxed multi-stranded hemp thread and bound in a thick tanned leather cover. The pages are covered with various correction marks and symbols.

Dinia had already finished reading the preface. Well, what can I say about the preface? It seemed to be explaining why the book was written and where the material for it came from, but it was mostly self-praise, and it also praised Ambrina and her. If I had to describe the preface, Dinia could only say it was quite funny and good for drinking.

However, once the main text begins, it becomes serious.

Ronan was, after all, the person who first published many books that sparked widespread discussion, and was quite famous in the cultural circles of the kingdom and even the entire Western Continent. So much so that many people did not believe that Ronan was a bureaucrat who was good at playing tricks on people. Instead, they thought that she, as the prime minister, instructed her to write articles and even arrange plays to satirize her.

She was furious at the time, but now it's a fond memory.

"The transfer of rights is what is known as a contract."

"The act of concluding a contract arises after the formation of society, and the legitimacy of the contract comes from the guarantee of social coercion."

"Public power is not formed from a contract with the people, but from violence and coercion."

"Without a doubt, magicians represent violence and power."

"If law is a declaration of the general will, then legislative power belongs to the people, and the people cannot be represented in legislative power, but they should be represented in executive power. But this does not match reality. In reality, the magician represents legislative power and relinquishes executive power. Therefore, the reality is that law is not based on the general will."

"If might makes right, then the law must also be just. There is no injustice under any legal circumstances, meaning that no contract contains oppression or exploitation."

"But the law is constantly changing and appears to be increasingly in line with the will of the people."

"If we only explain it by the fact that the majority of ordinary people have an increasing ability to fight for their rights, many situations cannot be explained. So, there is something else that is pushing the law toward the general will."

"That is a person's value in the social order. Only value can bring benefits, and only benefits can lead to compromise."

"Individual value is insignificant, as is rights. To influence the law, one needs a representative, and a magician is undoubtedly more efficient as a representative, but this is contrary to the will of the people."

"The people's attempt to demonstrate the will of the people has resulted in a outcome that is not in accordance with the will of the people."

Just as Dinia saw this, Ronan walked over, stood behind her, and muttered, "Nothing to see, just a bunch of made-up nonsense."

“I think it’s well written,” Dinia said. “You only speak like a human being when you’re writing.”

Ronan's hand reached out from behind and slid down toward Dinya's chest, but before it could get close, Dinya waved it away.

However, Ronan didn't back down. Instead, he grabbed Dinia from behind and kissed her earlobe. Dinia pushed Ronan away, turned around and glared at him, "Do you want to get beaten up?"

Ronan leaned his head closer and whispered, "I don't want to get beaten up, I want to fuck you."

"Get out," Dinia said, pushing Ronan away again.

Nearby, Agustina, who was exercising, suddenly sighed, "Sigh, the team leader doesn't want to be with us because she looks down on us since we're here."

At this moment, Agustina was squatting on a carpet, wearing only a bra on her upper body and a pair of slightly thick, semi-transparent pantyhose on her lower body, with nothing underneath. As she squatted down, the black stockings became more and more transparent, until they were almost transparent when she squatted down the lowest point. Her nipples, cleft, and vulva were all clearly visible. The black stockings on her thighs and calves also changed in light and dark color as her muscles stretched and contracted.

On the other side, Elena, who was already lying in bed reading a collection of Arabic stories translated by Falek, couldn't help but sigh, "So that's how it is. Boss Di looks down on us and would never want to share a bed with us."

Elena reclined against the pillows, her left knee bent and resting on the bed, her right leg crossed over her left knee, her right foot swinging comfortably. At 175cm tall, Elena had long, muscular legs; her thighs were thick, her calves firm and well-proportioned, perfectly proportioned to her thighs. Her feet were large, but not fat. The black stockings covering her legs exhibited distinct color variations: semi-sheer on her thighs, very sheer at the knees, black on the front of her calves, slightly translucent at the calves, matte black at her ankles, and translucent at her heels and toes.

"Are you guys crazy?" Dinia said, somewhat annoyed.

Agustina stopped what she was doing. "Haha, I was right, Captain. You just don't want to be with us and you look down on us."

Elena put down her storybook and chimed in, "Exactly, exactly."

Dinia was even more annoyed. Of course, she wasn't like that. If she were normal, she wouldn't refuse if Ronan asked her to be with others. But she was so engrossed in that moment that she really didn't want others to see that side of her, not even Elena and Agustina.

Ronan understood Dinia's feelings perfectly well. "Dinia, it's nothing. Actually, they both know about your little secret."

Dinia's expression changed instantly. She put down the book, grabbed Ronan, and choked him, throwing him to the ground before unleashing a barrage of left and right hooks. Without his regenerative abilities, Ronan's handsome face would have been disfigured.

"What little secret?" Elena asked, puzzled.

"Captain, you actually have a little secret!" Agustina exclaimed in surprise.

They had no idea. They just saw Ronan acting like she wanted everyone to be together, and they knew that Dinya never hung out with others, so they deliberately provoked her like that.

Upon hearing this, Dinia realized that she had been tricked by Ronan. She had already stopped fighting, but now she grabbed Ronan again and punched him hard a few times.

“Even if God the Father came today, I wouldn’t leave,” Agustina said.

“Me too,” Elena agreed.

Dinia, riding on Ronan's back, pressed one hand to her eyes and forehead, looking extremely agitated and helpless.

Just as Dinia was wondering what to do, Ronan suddenly arched up and pushed her, pinning her down. Elena and Agustina also rushed over and pinned her down on either side. Dinia struggled a couple of times, then stopped.

Of course, it wasn't that she couldn't break free. Even without magic, Ronan and the other two couldn't hold her down at all. It was just that she had been tricked by these three shameless bastards and had given up on struggling.

Dinia stopped struggling, and Ronan let go of her, smiled, and leaned down to kiss her, but before he could kiss her, he was slapped.

"Why did you hit someone again?" Ronan was speechless.

"So what if I hit you? You're not happy about it?" Dinia glared at Ronan with her red eyes. "Come on then, don't act like we're a couple."

Ronan couldn't help but laugh and asked in return, "Isn't that right?"

Chapter 702 I can't hold it in anymore, let's go, let's change our wishes

Dinia was getting impatient. One was already the limit of her tolerance. Letting Elena and Agustina see her and Ronan acting like they loved each other was going too far. "I said no, and that's final. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw all three of you filthy things out."

"If you say no, then no." Ronan admitted helplessly.

“Yes, that’s right.” Elena nodded in agreement, but a smile was on her face.

“Indeed.” Agustina couldn’t help but laugh.

Dinia clenched her fist; she was furious, but if she got really angry, she would lose.

At this moment, Ronan stood up and sighed, "Forget it, you can go out. It'll just be me, Elena, and Tina together."

Dinia lay on the ground, her usually expressionless face now displaying an unusually blank and dazed expression. She wondered if she had misheard, yet felt she hadn't, but still couldn't believe it, and finally, she was completely dumbfounded.

Ronan told her to leave?

"You want me to leave?" Dinia asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes, I told you to leave,” Ronan replied.

Dinya stood up abruptly. "Fine, I'll leave then," she said, and walked straight out of the room.

Once outside, she didn't look back, but kept walking, taking three steps at a time. Unfortunately, even after walking quite a distance, Ronan didn't catch up.

Inside the room, Ronan was sitting in the chair that Dinia had just been sitting in, enjoying oral sex from Elena and Agustina. Both of them were kneeling on the carpet, one on each side, licking Ronan's penis together.

Agustina took a sip of egg, and before opening her mouth to put it in, she asked, "Aren't you afraid the commander will really get angry if you keep messing with her like this?"

“Didi isn’t the stingy type,” Ronan replied.

Elena scraped her tongue along the glans, then withdrew it and said, "I think Boss Di is quite stingy in some ways, Tina, what do you think?"

"You can't say that, are you out of your mind?" Agustina suppressed a laugh, making an exaggerated expression of horror.

A short while later, the three of them moved to the bed, to Dinia's bed.

The bed wasn't big, and Elena and Agustina were both quite large, so with Ronan added, it felt a bit cramped. But being cramped like that actually created a more intimate atmosphere, like doing it in a carriage.

Elena and Agustina both had their buttocks facing Ronan, so while they were licking Ronan, he was also using his hands to manipulate, thrust, and probe their vaginas inside their black stockings.

On the right, Elena's buttocks were wide and thick, like a short, plump peach, covered in a layer of black pantyhose. They were soft and bouncy to the touch. After rubbing the outside for a while, Ronan tore the pantyhose apart and inserted three fingers. His arm moved back and forth quickly, inserting and hooking, and Elena licked even harder.

On the left, Agustina's thighs and the muscles between her thighs were clearly defined, her thighs firm and taut. After only a few strokes, Ronan couldn't resist tearing open her black stockings, inserting his fingers, and activating his ability. A burst of intense vibration and suction caused Agustina's muscles to twitch.

After a while, both of them produced a lot of fluid, and the crotch area of ​​their pantyhose was wet. Neither of them could concentrate on oral sex anymore, so Ronan stopped.

"Should you go first or me?" Agustina asked Elena, turning to her side.

“Me,” Elena said, turning her back to Ronan and sitting down on him, letting his massive penis, which was five centimeters in diameter and over twenty centimeters long, slide in completely, followed by a groan of intense pleasure.

Agustina came forward and sat on Ronan's face. Despite her perpetually languid and carefree appearance, she was a proud yet insecure person at heart. From many years ago until now, she had always loved this position. The fact that Ronan, a man feared and worshipped by countless people, allowed her to be on top and lick her was not a sense of conquest, but rather a feeling of being an important being.

On the other side, after twisting and turning her buttocks for a while, Elena was a little unhappy. "Young master, use more force, ravage me hard."

Elena just loved Ronan's rough treatment of her, his possession of her, his complete possession of her.

"Received." Ronan bent over, using his waist, abdomen, and legs to thrust upwards, causing Elena's large breasts to jiggle violently.

More than ten minutes later, Elena lay on the bed with her upper body on the other half, her legs suspended in the air. Ronan lifted her up and placed her on his shoulder. Her bones were unusual, and she was quite heavy when he carried her. But it was this weight, along with her legs that moved with the strength of a wild horse, that aroused people's competitive spirit.

A few minutes later, before launching the final sprint, Ronan slowed down and said, "Elena, let's change the wish from before."

Elena stood up, hugged Ronan and pulled him down to her chest, panting as she said, "Then I want to have ten, no, a hundred children."

“We’ll have one every year, once we’ve settled down, for a hundred years,” Ronan agreed.

“I want it now,” Elena said, looking at Ronan.

"Okay." Ronan responded, sucking on her nipple, pressing his whole body against hers, and began to thrust vigorously.

After a series of vigorous thrusts, Ronan grabbed Elena's thick legs with both hands, pulling them back repeatedly while arching his neck and thrusting forward.

Finally, with a shudder, Ronan released his full power, and more than twenty streams of thick semen sprayed into her body. After ejaculating, Ronan did not pull out immediately, but thrust in and out a few times every few seconds.

Elena was covered in sweat, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead, and she had a blissful expression that didn't seem like the aftermath of lovemaking, but more like that of a mother after childbirth.

Ronan sat down to rest for a while, and Agustina walked to the side, put her hands on the wall, bent over and stuck out her buttocks. Ronan rubbed his hardness from behind and said, "Tina, you should change your wish. Saying it is the same as not saying it at all."

"Me? That's really, uh, really troublesome." Agustina thought for a moment, still unsure of what her wish was.

Ronan, now hard again, pushed aside Agustina's firm buttocks and squeezed in. "We'll talk about it later. I'll save it for you."

“Hmm,” Agustina answered with a groan, “If I had to say, I quite enjoy adventuring with you guys.”

"Hiss, oh." Ronan suddenly hissed.

Agustina turned around and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

“It’s suddenly so hot inside,” Ronan replied.

"Then let me control it?" Agustina asked gently.

“No need, it’s very comfortable.” As he spoke, Ronan exhaled with the same pleasure as an old smoker who had been holding back for hours and finally took a puff. He playfully pulled up the waistband of the pantyhose, then released it with a snap. He then grasped Agustina’s muscular waist with both hands and began to penetrate her from behind. Each thrust was large and deliberately upward. With each deep thrust, Agustina would naturally rise onto her tiptoes and straighten her muscles. Ronan loved to see the lines of Agustina’s leg muscles taut inside the black stockings, which gave him a feeling of being subdued by her power.

Agustina gradually became immersed in this long-lost pleasure.

Chapter 703 That's it, the Sage Time, it's both capitalist and socially conscious.

In the end, Dinia returned. In the end, she was still in this house, on this bed, and Ronan did it to her. In the end, she still revealed that side of herself under the watchful eyes of Elena and Agustina.

Now, she lies naked on the bed, almost unconscious.

A strange sense of shame gave her a thrill of breaking taboos, much like when she first met Ronan and realized that her body and mind were being controlled by lust.

Elena and Agustina were very indifferent to Dinia's intense physical sensitivity and reactions before and after orgasm, their expressions seeming to say, "That's all?"

Agustina clicked her tongue, "I thought the captain's body would undergo some kind of transformation, like her different modes, similar to the fantasy novels where the female protagonist, transformed from a fantasy creature, suddenly reveals her true form during that time."

Elena munched on the dates she had bought before entering this space. "I thought it would be a crazy demand, like they were going to drain you dry, but it turned out to be just... well, just a show of wanting something but being unable to handle it. They're not that different from us."

As for Didi herself, she hadn't completely recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm; her toes inside her black stockings were still slowly spreading, as if savoring the experience.

Ronan looked at the two of them and said, "Are you two itching for a beating?"

Agustina looked terrified and said, "You can't hit me, I don't have regenerative abilities."

Elena playfully backed down, saying, "I'm afraid of pain."

“Don’t worry, Didi now has the power to regenerate others,” Ronan said.

Dinia, who was lying on the bed, suddenly rolled over and grabbed Ronan's cheek. "You talk too much, don't you? If you say another word, I'll tear your lips off."

For a moment, the atmosphere was very cheerful. Ronan looked embarrassed, but he was secretly relieved.

None of the women in his group were simple and kind. The reason they were able to get along peacefully was that, in private, they were all like little girls, not at all like some so-called mature women.

This is probably one of the benefits of immortality.

"Ronan." Dinia suddenly gave Ronan a light kick and called his name.

"Uh, what?" Ronan asked instinctively.