Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Canaan then realized that although her body aged very slowly because of her extraordinary power, and she still looked like she was in her early twenties, she was actually almost forty years old. With her current third-tier strength, in ten years or when she was fifty, her skin would start to sag, her breasts would start to droop, and she would develop excess fat on her stomach.

She didn't feel much regret or lament about her family's passing, as the familial bond had long since faded with time. Instead, she felt a profound sense of horror at how quickly time had passed and how a person had become nothing more than a skeleton.

Canaan made up her mind to start cultivating properly. She learned the tribal cultivation method, which was different from the cultivation method in India, but similar to the cultivation method of the ruling class in India, who came from Central Asia. So she decided to start from there and came to eastern India.

As the former head of the technology bureau of the Kingdom of Phos, Canaan received an extremely warm welcome.

Afterwards, even though Canaan was unwilling to impart any techniques and only agreed to teach a few students, she still received permission to read various rare materials related to cultivation methods.

"I have come at the Khan's request to invite you to be his guests."

Canaan explained his purpose.

The Khan is the current ruler who controls the Ganges Plain, and is the nominal king of India.

Although there was no "Mongol westward expansion" in this world, those foreign tribes who were incorporated into the Mongol Empire and assimilated into Chinese culture, and who learned the Seris cultivation methods and culture, chose the wrong side in the chaos of the world. They were driven back to the grasslands, unified the grasslands, and launched a westward expansion. Because of that unprecedented "ritual", they caused turmoil throughout Central Asia. The survivors returned east to the grasslands. A hundred years later, some of them organized another westward expansion and established a khanate in Central Asia.

This Khan then considered himself the successor of those people.

"It's mainly because you've made such a big commotion," Canaan said with a smile.

"What, do you want to hold someone accountable?" Dinia retorted.

“Of course not, especially since you’ve returned while that person hasn’t,” Canaan said. “In fact, he has already joined forces with many Brahmin priests to announce that the person has been bewitched by the incarnation of an evil god. You received a commission from the monks and the Khan to eliminate the evil god’s lackey. In other words, you are now an international friend.”

"It seems this Khan is quite pragmatic," Ambrina remarked.

“Then let’s go,” Dinia agreed. “But don’t stay here. Come with us. We’re short of technical personnel here, and we also have an item that can grant immortality. You can use it, after all, you’ve been through a lot.”

Canaan had always felt that something was off about Ronan's group of women. It was one thing for his foster mother, Dinia, to be able to maintain her high cultivation level without showing any signs of aging. But were the others at the same level? No? The most striking one was His Majesty the King, who was over forty years old but only at the fourth level, yet still looked like a young girl.

So there are things like this.

Canaan was overjoyed beyond containment.

Just then, Ambrina suddenly said, "Falek has had a tough time too; we've been very fortunate to have her help along the way."

Falek never expected that Ambrina would suddenly mention him.

“Canaan deserves credit for the Kingdom of Phos’s current state,” Dinia added.

Although the technical department was initially mainly composed of Carl's wife, Reina, who had a formal education, and Caterpillar, the slacker consultant, was more important than Canaan, Canaan was the leader, and a very capable one at that. When it came to awarding credits, she was always at the top of the list.

"Alright then, it's your decision." Ambrina wasn't really trying to advocate for Falek; she was just speaking up for him and reminding him that Dinia's true confidants had arrived and he should know which side to take.

Isabel didn't speak, but only glanced at Faith, who was her colleague.

Faith could only nod, inwardly marveling at how politics was truly everywhere, even in her own home.

With Canaan joining, along with her and Falek, another "techie" has emerged, and the three of them are connected to different factions.

Ambrina turned to Ronan, who was engrossed in eating, and said, "Say something, Ronan."

Ronan, with beef curry rice still in his mouth, said, "Waaah, I have no objection."

Women's palace intrigues, what business is it of a man like him getting involved? Besides, they've always fought without breaking up, there's no need to worry.

Moreover, the crystal skull skeleton is jointly owned by him and Dinia, and over the years, it has always been Ronan who decides who gets it, with Dinia never having any objections.

After Ronan finished eating, the last crystal skull skeleton was transplanted to Canaan.

In the evening, after dinner...

Ambrina asked Ronan to accompany her for a walk, along with Falek.

At first, they just chatted while taking a walk. Both of them had once led a country, so they had a lot to talk about. Soon, Ambrina brought up the matter of having Kate and Astrid teach her the secret to longevity.

Ronan, of course, had no objections.

Falek naturally expressed her gratitude. Besides being tired of the past and wanting to start a new life, wasn't her reason for joining this special family to achieve immortality? For normal people to practice the art of immortality, they must have exceptional talent, like Astrid or Katepiler. But she had the ability to directly observe the magical body, and those mysterious changes were directly visible to her.

Chapter 733 Don't be shy, relax, take a shower!

At night, by the river, scattered moonlight spread across the surface of the water.

Ambrina casually sat down on a large rock that wasn't very flat or clean, and then gestured for Falek to sit next to her.

Falek subconsciously prepared to gather magic to smooth and clean the place where he was going to sit, but then he realized something was wrong and quickly stopped and sat down. Ambrina didn't mind the dirt, but Falek did. What did it mean that Falek thought it was dirty?

Ambrina chuckled softly, leaned closer, and put a hand on Falek's shoulder. "We're family now, why are you being so reserved?"

"Uh, ha." Falek gave a slightly awkward but polite smile.

Ambrina leaned closer and sighed, "You've had a tough time in the past, but now you don't need to please anyone or be wary of anyone."

"Mm," Falek responded.

She knew very well that Ambrina had said a few kind words to her specifically because of what had happened during the day. At the same time, she was also telling her that they were all family and that she didn't need to bow down to anyone, but she shouldn't do anything underhanded either.

Ronan, who had been standing, suddenly sat down to Falek's right. "Don't overthink it. Just be yourself. Anri has been on the throne for too long; she has occupational hazard."

“Hmph.” Ambrina snorted at Ronan, seemingly dissatisfied, and then said to Falek, “Our journey in Seres won’t be as smooth as it was in India, where we could just get some certificates from a few chieftains and travel around. Seres is a huge country with a unified government, and its people can’t move freely, let alone conspicuous foreigners like us. We can’t use our real identities either; we can only use the name of merchants. Seres doesn’t have good relations with the countries of the Western Continent, and they check merchants here very strictly. So, we will be an Arab caravan led by you.”

Seres had a good relationship with Arab merchants, mainly because the Davidic dynasty, which had been established for over a hundred years, had not had many conflicts with the Arabs in Southeast Asia; the conflicts occurred in Seres' western regions.

In the South Seas, Seris and the Western Continent had fought many times. On the contrary, some Islamic countries in the South Seas, due to the constant pressure from the Westerners, simply paid tribute and became vassal states of Seris.

There's not much to say, just one sentence: it's my greatest honor to be David's dog.

“I have no problem,” Falek replied.

"Relax, relax, Falek," Ambrina said with a grin. "I'm not assigning you any tasks." As she spoke, Ambrina patted Falek's butt.

"Hmm," Falek could only reply.

“Oh, you have such a big butt,” Ambrina exclaimed in surprise. She not only said it, but also pinched it, causing Falek to involuntarily squeeze his legs together.

Withdrawing her hand, Ambrina looked at Ronan. "Is Elena's bigger, or is Fabregas's bigger?"

Ambrina appears to be more than ten years younger than Falek, but in reality, Ambrina is more than ten years older than Falek.

Ronan shrugged. "I haven't compared them."

Ambrina got up and walked towards the river, and Falek got up and followed, while Ronan stopped where he was.

Standing on the riverbank, Ambrina, who had been standing there for a while, suddenly turned to look at Falek, a slight smile flashing across her face. "From a foreign slave girl to the position of Queen Mother, you have suffered far more than I have. Of course, in this regard, you are far more capable than me. In fact, no one else can compare to you in this respect."

“Those methods can’t compare to the ability to truly lead a country to prosperity.” Falek remained humble. “A person who can play chess is far inferior to someone who can pick up a chessboard and smash someone.”

“Ha.” Ambrina laughed. “Dinia is planning to set up an organization, although I expect that to be a long time from now. But in Seris, she will definitely make some attempts. You know, you, Faith, and the newly arrived Canaan can accomplish something together.”

Falek looked at Ambrina, curiously awaiting her answer.

“Transplantation of magical talent.” Ambrina answered herself. “It’s something that’s absolutely attractive. With this, you can make friends with some of the extraordinary beings in Seris.”

With Falek's ability to see through the demonic body, Fisse's familiarity with the human body, and Canaan's ability to concoct tools, the three of them together could perform a talent transplant that only the stitcher Noah could perfectly accomplish in the past. The allure of such a talent transplant surgery is unimaginable for those who are themselves extraordinary, but whose offspring are unlikely to remain extraordinary.

In France, why did Karl and Ronan have such a good relationship, and why was Karl so capable, yet he still posed no threat to his brother's position? It was because Karl had mutated; he was an elemental mage. Although his brother was only a first-tier mage, he was a summoner, making him the undisputed heir.

Whether in the East or the West, only by being summoned can one become a noble family.

Decades ago, a rebellion broke out in the south of the Kingdom of Phos. Why did Ronan's mother, who was physically in his body, run away with his younger siblings instead of him? Because Ronan was no good. He didn't inherit the Summoning skill and was just a seemingly talented novice mage, at most becoming an elemental mage. His younger brother was the family's hope.

But precisely because of this, before Ronan and Ambrina got married, Lucien the Elder had him killed.

Relatives of the mother-in-law are fine, but relatives of the mother-in-law are out of the question.

“However, Dinia is a bit tiring to be around. If you have any problems, you can talk to me. We are family now. Although I can’t control her, I can talk to my husband,” Ambrina added.

At that moment, Falek understood what Ambrina meant.

“Understood,” Falek nodded.

"There's something else I want to tell you," Ambrina said softly.

As Falek approached, Ambrina remarked, "This river is quite clean." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly kicked Falek into the water. Falek instinctively floated to the surface, but Ambrina also jumped into the water with a splash.

Ronan heard the noise and rushed over, only to see Ambrina and Falek playing in the water.

"What are you guys doing?" Ronan said, somewhat speechless.

"Taking a bath? It's only this month and it's already getting hot here. We've been on high alert these past few days, so I can only wipe myself down." Ambrina really enjoys taking baths.

Falek liked it too, but what's the big deal? He was still dressed.

India is hot even before summer. The two women were wearing light silk robes, which were now soaked through and almost transparent, clinging tightly to their bodies. Ambrina was plump and fleshy, while Falek was extremely voluptuous. This sight was even more alluring than if they were naked.

Ronan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his manhood was already erect.

Ronan then jumped into the water as well.

The river water was shallow along the banks, only reaching Ambrina's waist.

After embracing, nuzzling, kissing, and caressing each other for a while, Ronan quickly lost control and began frantically grabbing and kneading their voluptuous bodies through their soaked robes.

The two hadn't done it in a long time, and after Ronan's fingers teased them for a while, they soon began to involuntarily twist their bodies and let out moans of desire.

Chapter 734 Wet and Plump, We're Real Friends Now

The water provided natural lubrication, and Ronan inserted his fingers through the thin layer of stockings without much resistance.

With one hand on each side, Ronan's arms swung slightly, but his fingers were constantly thrusting and probing inside, at an extremely fast pace, causing water to splash and ripple everywhere.

Ambrina and Falek naturally wanted to bend over, but there was nothing on the riverbank to hold onto, so they could only stand. Moreover, the ground was muddy and gravelly, making it impossible to stand steadily. They could only straighten their legs, clamp Ronan's hand between them, and stand upright with their toes clenched.

But this only intensifies the stimulation.

After a while, the two of them couldn't take it anymore. Ronan grabbed them by the arms, jumped up onto the shore, and put them down by a clump of grass.

Ambrina, somewhat impatient, immediately stood up, pulled down Ronan's pants, and seeing that it was only half-erect, grabbed it with one hand, brought her face close, opened her mouth and sucked, preparing to make it thick, long and hard immediately. While she was sucking and licking, Ambrina noticed out of the corner of her eye that Falek was about to come closer, but then retreated, spat it out, and pried open the not-yet-fully-erect penis, pointing her head toward Falek and pursing her lips.

Falek also joined in to share with Ambrina.

She had never really liked oral sex before, and even found it disgusting and humiliating. But for some reason, she gradually fell in love with the feeling of Ronan's penis swelling and hardening in her mouth. She felt no disgust or humiliation at all; instead, she felt a sense of accomplishment in controlling him.

Ronan looked at the two squatting down and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

Looking down, Falek's plump breasts swayed gently with her sucking and licking movements. Her squatting posture made her already thick thighs and fleshy calves appear even more voluptuous. Her black stockings, soaked and completely transparent with a slight sheen, seemed ready to burst at any moment, revealing her mature, fleshy nature.

Ambrina, who has given birth to three children, still has breasts that show no signs of sagging. For someone who is only a little over 1.6 meters tall, these are quite large. Her legs, encased in wet white stockings, are slightly fleshy, like those of a teenage girl who doesn't exercise much, and they also exude a soft, fleshy feel.

Looking back, Falek's incredibly plump buttocks, covered by a thin layer of black stockings, shone brightly in the moonlight, making one want to immediately and violently thrust into them, causing wave after wave of pleasure to surge through those plump buttocks.

Ambrina's plump, round, white buttocks appeared even whiter under the moonlight, making one want to grab the two soft, fleshy parts with both hands.

Soon, Ronan's enormous member became fully erect and stood almost parallel to his abdomen.

Ambrina gazed at the object with fascination. She had seen it countless times over the years, yet she never grew tired of it; on the contrary, she became increasingly obsessed with it.

Perhaps it was because her desires in this area were growing stronger, while Ronan had more and more women, and the time it took for her to go through one cycle before it was her turn again was getting longer and longer. As a wife, she could certainly break this rule, but she wouldn't, because it was precisely this fairness that was an important factor in maintaining their special family.

Soon, Ambrina could no longer think about these unnecessary things. Ronan spread her buttocks apart with both hands, which were covered by white stockings that had become translucent from being soaked, and used his penis to scrape up and down her labia and cleft.

"Stop it, Ronan, come in," Ambrina called out, her lovely anus opening and closing.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Ronan tore open the crotch of the white stockings and gently squeezed in, inch by inch, until it was all the way in.

The long-lost feeling of fullness filled her completely, and Ambrina's thigh muscles twitched with pleasure.

Ronan inserted two fingers of his left hand into Falek and began to vibrate, thrust, and absorb. In an instant, Falek began to moan.

“Uh, ah, Ronan, slower, oh,” Ambrina said with a groan.

"What's wrong, Annie? Why are you coming so soon today?" Ronan asked, slowing down his pace.

“I’m not the main character today,” Ambrina replied.

After a few minutes, Ronan switched to Falek's side.

Ronan liked to make Ambrina stand up because she wasn't tall enough to be penetrated, so she had to tiptoe. He also liked to pick her up and watch her chubby little white-stockinged feet swing in the air.

As for Falek, she wanted to be penetrated from behind, so that her buttocks would sway and her breasts would shake.

Ronan, who was playing at a slow, rhythmic pace, suddenly lunged forward, causing Falek to let out a long cry, "Ughhhhhhh!" After yelling, he couldn't help but kick Ronan's shin, scolding him, "Why did you have to launch a surprise attack?"

“This is a surprise, Fabre.” Ronan replied with a smile, and then pinched her big butt hard. The feeling of being able to pinch a lump of flesh was like injecting an aphrodisiac into his veins. In an instant, Ronan couldn’t help but enter a frenzied rhythm of fucking.

Before long, Falek didn't even have the strength to support herself with her hands and bend over, so she simply lay down on the grass, and Ronan pressed down on top of her.

In the darkness, under the moonlight, the image was blurry, but the muscle lines were clear. A wild body full of power pressed down on a plump mound of soft flesh, thrusting repeatedly, faster and faster. The fat belly wrapped in torn black stockings swayed constantly, like a soft and tender pudding.

Ronan stood up, pressed his hands on Falek's buttocks, and continued to accelerate as he rode her, "Little Falek, you damn fat thing."

Falek wanted to speak, but couldn't open her mouth. She gripped two clumps of weeds tightly with both hands, and her feet kicked so hard that they created two deep pits in the soil.

Finally, Ronan slowed down, then pulled it out with a pop, and got up to walk towards Ambrina.

He intended to inject his first round of semen into Ambrina's body.