Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Help! Murder!" Elena screamed. "Tina, help me!"

Agustina waved her hand, "Oh, no way, the commander's watching me. Take care, my dear sister." She even used her dialect.

The courtyard was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Ronan opened his arms and hugged and kissed each of them.

After hugging and kissing them all, just as he was about to call Isabel and the others, Isabel returned. She seemed to have washed her face; there were still a few drops of water on her forehead and temples.

Ronan opened his arms, and Isabel still came. However, she only intended to hug him and leave to show that she didn't have much affection for Ronan. But Ronan deliberately wouldn't let go and wouldn't let her leave, which made her so angry that she stomped on Ronan's feet several times.

Ashley hugged Ronan for a short while, gently tapped his cheek, and then they separated. Finally, it was Granny's turn. She clung to Ronan like a koala, rubbing her head against him like a puppy, refusing to let go no matter how much others laughed at her.

Finally, Ronan forcibly pried her apart. Unhappy, Golan suddenly slapped Ronan from behind. Ronan twisted her back and grabbed her, saying, "Do you still dare to sneak up on me?" Just then, someone kicked Ronan. Ronan released Golan, turned around, and was then kicked again.

"Great, you're going to rebel!"

As Ronan spoke, he pounced on someone, grabbing and twisting them. Some attacked from behind, some dodged, and some were accidentally injured while sitting. Soon, everyone was drawn in, forced to participate in this childish playful roughhousing.

The atmosphere suddenly became even more joyful.

Dinia also smacked Ronan twice amidst the commotion before stepping aside. Looking at the noisy group, she recalled something from another timeline. Perhaps Ronan's most unique charm was that he allowed women like them, who should have been walking a lonely path, to enjoy the warmth and joy of home.

Of course, without them, Ronan himself would have walked a lonely path.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime, and we ate a rather casual lunch.

Dinner was a table booked at a restaurant, a proper welcome-back dinner.

Not long after dinner, Ambrina grabbed Ronan and dragged him back to the room, insisting on taking Dinya with her.

The nights in late February were still a bit chilly. In Ronan's room, charcoal and spices were burning in a copper incense burner.

Ambrina and Dinia had already changed their clothes.

Both of them are the type to monopolize Ronan, and they've done it with other people too, but the two of them together... that's really something.

Unlike usual, Ambriina wore a black lace-trimmed bodysuit with non-elastic, slightly thick black stockings. Her legs, which were originally of good shape but made slightly thicker by her ankles, looked more proportionate under the black stockings. The slight plumpness of her legs also transformed into a mature and sexy look.

Without underwear, her chubby thighs were pressed together, and between the black stockings and suspenders was a large, thick, shiny clump of pubic hair, strongly expressing her desire.

It makes you want to pick her up, hold her in mid-air, and thrust something thick, long, and hard into her vagina, which is covered by thick, dark, and shiny pubic hair, and pound it hard until she squirts.

Dinia, however, wore a white bodysuit and white stockings, her thighs, calves, and feet encased in white silk, giving her an even more noble and holy goddess-like aura than usual. But Dinia never made anyone, at least Ronan, feel that they dared not defile her, because while she possessed an almost perfect, god-like quality, she also had the ultimate sexiness of large breasts, a slender waist, and large, shapely buttocks. The sense of holiness added to her only made people want to defile and destroy her even more.

Ambrina walked up to Ronan, knelt on the imported handmade Persian carpet with Chinese erotic patterns, pressed Ronan's huge penis against her abdomen with one hand, and stuck out her tongue, licking from his perineum to his testicles, all the way up, and finally to the coronal sulcus. Her intoxicated and enjoyable expression and her serious and careful movements made Ronan feel so good that his two big testicles twitched.

After licking her lips, Ambrina looked at Dinia with a hint of provocation.

Dinia walked over and knelt down, sticking out her tongue. Her oral skills were not as good as Ambrina's, but her tongue could curl and extend like a snake's tongue, circling the glans and then poking at the urethral opening. Ronan, who hadn't released for over a month and had accumulated a lot of semen, had his huge penis jump several times and almost couldn't hold back.

“You’re cheating,” Ambrina shouted.

The usually serious Dinia pouted and made a funny face, "It's natural, Your Majesty."

Ambrina was so angry she was speechless. She grabbed the huge rod with both hands and swallowed the rest in one gulp, leaving no room for Dinia. Dinia smiled and walked to the side, pulled down her bra, and a pair of large, full, white breasts popped out. Ronan grabbed them with both hands, and the breasts overflowed from between his fingers. Then he began to lick and suck them.

Chapter 862 A month's worth of pent-up desire, but the timing was terrible.

inside the house.

As she continued, Ambrina changed her position, resting her head between Ronan's legs, sucking and licking earnestly and with enjoyment. One hand roamed between Ronan's pectoral and abdominal muscles, feeling that long-lost masculine power, while the other hand moved from behind to her own legs, her fingers constantly playing with her wet vulva. The thick pubic hair became even shinier after being wet.

Even though it was just oral sex, Ambrina was as excited as if she were being penetrated. Her soft, loose legs, encased in black stockings, would occasionally reveal glimpses of muscle definition. The non-elastic black stockings showed many wrinkles under the intense movements, adding to the chaotic and lewd feeling.

On the other side, Dinia's nipples had become erect from Ronan's constant sucking and licking, turning into two large, deep pink nipples. She was itchy and wanted to reach out and touch them, but with Ambrina on her side, she couldn't be so uninhibited for a moment, and just kept her legs tightly closed.

Her white stockings were mostly transparent, with the toes being thickened but only slightly see-through. The toes inside the thickened area sometimes curled inward and sometimes spread out, as if extending the rhythm of her vagina, which was constantly opening and closing slightly beneath her neatly trimmed, snow-white and pale gold pubic hair.

It's been a month since I last did it. I've been in a state of mental tension for the past month, so I didn't feel it. Now that I'm relaxed, all I want is for Ronan to put that thing in me right away.

Ronan was the same; he hadn't had any thoughts about it for the past month, but at this moment, all he wanted to do was unleash it, unleash it to his heart's content.

"Ugh!" With a low growl, Ronan could no longer hold back the torrent that was about to burst, and he ejaculated.

The thick, creamy liquid, resembling a pale yellow pudding, was ejected under high pressure, directly impacting Ambrina's throat. She immediately stood up, staggering back a few steps. She hadn't been choked in a long time, but this time, the first wave alone made her cough and gag. Even after the first wave, Ronan continued shooting. Ambrina, who had retreated a meter away, was covered in the liquid from head to toe; even from a meter away, she could still feel its force.

After more than ten streams, it became much weaker and could only shoot out a little distance. After more than twenty streams, it started to flow out as if it were flowing out.

At this moment, Ambrina was watching Ronan's throbbing member. Thick, yellowish-white fluid dripped from the corner of her mouth and onto her black bra. Combined with the several spurts that had just hit her bra, the black and white contrast made the scene extremely lewd.

Having just ejaculated, Ronan's lust was reignited by the sight. He pounced on Ambrina, pinning her down and thrusting his still-erect penis inside her.

There were no sweet words, no foreplay; it was just lust that took over the body and began to act.

Ambrina was also instantly aroused and kissed Ronan passionately, wanting to kiss him until she was breathless.

This was the feeling she had longed for—the feeling of being oppressed, dominated, and brutally invaded.

No matter how well a dildo is made or how it's used, it can only relieve the itch. Only the complete fusion of two people can bring the enjoyment of being burned by the fire of passion.

Ambrina's thick, slightly wavy long hair was pressed flat on the ground, her hands groping and grabbing Ronan's back muscles, her legs crossed tightly around Ronan's waist, her soft calves squeezed out to the sides, making them look very fleshy, her insteps and toes arched, stretching the non-elastic black stockings without a single wrinkle.

Ronan also put in a lot of effort, almost reaching the bottom every time.

After fucking for a while, Ronan rationally replied, "Did I hurt you, Annie?"

Ambrina was covered in sweat, with many strands of hair sticking to her face, as if she had just given birth. She was panting and said, "No."

Ronan didn't take it seriously. He slowed down his thrusting and started the foreplay that was supposed to be: wet kisses, gentle blowing on the earlobe, pressing against the chest, teasing the nipples, playing with the labia, and stroking the cleft.

Ambrina stretched her neck comfortably, closed her eyes, and relaxed her legs apart.

“Anli, meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me.” Ronan gently stroked Ambrina’s cheek with one hand.

Ambrina opened her eyes. "I should be the luckier one. Although you didn't say much, I know that I would have been terrible in a world without you, right?"

Ronan's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly let it go. That was something from another world; what did it have to do with him?

Ronan pinched Ambrina's soft, round breasts and grinned lewdly, "Besides me, who else could satisfy you, this wanton queen?"

Ambrina reached out and poked Ronan's pectoral muscles. "So, that's all?"

"Here I come!" Ronan said, not only speeding up but also increasing his intensity.

The cervix was constantly being invaded and pushed against, and finally, with a final thrust, the cervix opened. Ambrina hadn't felt this way in a long time. Her lower abdomen and thighs convulsed, and she immediately climaxed, with fluid gushing out.

Ronan paused for a while, and finally pulled out the penis with a pop, like pulling out a plug. At this moment, Dinia on the other side was already impatient.

Just then, Lu Jianling knocked on the door outside, requesting to see him.

It wasn't late at night yet, it was still a little before nine o'clock, but it was still inappropriate to visit at this time. However, the impatient Lu Jianling still came, not because of her son, but because she had just received an imperial decree to transfer her position. She wanted to take advantage of the fact that Ronan and Dinia were still awake to ask Ronan's opinion.

If it weren't for her youngest son's affair, she would definitely have defied the imperial decree. But her youngest son was, after all, the murderer who killed Liu Menglong, and Liu Menglong's wife was here. Although Madam Zhao expressed her understanding, how could things just end like that?

She is conflicted. On the one hand, she wants to stay here and make something of herself, but on the other hand, she also has the idea of ​​resigning from her official post after picking up her youngest son's lover, and having the whole family find a place to live in seclusion, away from trouble.

Contradictory people always want to hear other people's opinions.

They were led in by the servant who lived at the gate and brought to the courtyard, where a group of women were chatting around a stove.

Before Isabel could speak, Ashley stomped on her foot and said, "You've been to our house before. He's in the room. Just go find him."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingqi wanted to say something, but Alice pinched him, preventing him from speaking.

The others only started to chuckle after Lu Jianling left. They all knew that Ronan was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Ambrina and Dinia.

Moreover, Ronan had a habit of always having the lights on.

As Lu Jianling passed through a courtyard, before he even got very close to Ronan's residence, he heard an extremely loud cry.

Although she had never called it that way herself, she knew what that sounded like.

She should have turned and left, but she couldn't. Instead, after surveying and sensing her surroundings, she inexplicably moved forward.

After walking for a while, she saw a dark shadow through the paper window. The man lifted the legs of the woman who was bracing herself on the bed by the window with her hands and feet. The woman's body was suspended in the air. Then the man thrust his erect and frighteningly large thing into her. A long moan echoed through the courtyard.

Lu Jianling felt a sharp pain in her lower body, and her legs went weak.

Chapter 863 The old man pushing the cart, he could "keep busy" until dawn, so he took his leave first.

Meanwhile, inside the house.

After a period of flirtatious, slow thrusting, the two changed positions on the bed.

Dinya first braced herself on the bed with her hands and feet, her buttocks sticking out. Then Ronan grabbed Dinya's twin swords, which were covered by smooth but not tight white silk. At the same time, Dinya braced herself on the bed with her hands, her body suspended in the air.

Then, Ronan began to make large movements, thrusting forward with great force while pulling Dinia's legs back as if he wanted to split her hips open. When he pulled out, he did so slowly, letting his erect penis scrape against every fold, until only the head was still inside and her labia were turned outwards. He paused for a moment, then thrust forward with great force again.

Regular rear entry doesn't qualify as "old man pushing a cart" at all; this position and movement is the real "old man pushing a cart."

This position would be torture for an ordinary woman, but for Dinia, an extraordinary being among extraordinary beings, it was just a stimulating yet somewhat comfortable appetizer.

Within a minute or two, Dinia felt Ronan's thing throbbing slightly, ready to ejaculate.

In the past, she would have teased Ronan at this point, saying that he had already ejaculated once and still couldn't control himself, and then asked Ronan if he needed to take a break.

But now, Dinia is much gentler and more mature than before. She said nothing, took the initiative to pull away, then turned around, knelt on the bed, and held Ronan's mouth gently with one hand, making him relax a little.

"Didi, you're becoming more and more feminine," Ronan said with a smile.

In the past, Dinia would have punched Ronan in the groin upon hearing this, to teach him a lesson for daring to laugh at her. But now, she slowly uttered the words, tilting her head slightly and raising an eyebrow, "What, you don't like it?"

“I love you, the past, the present, and the future,” Ronan said.

"Forget it, I'm not going to say anything more." Dinia released Ronan's massive member and turned away.

Meanwhile, outside, Lu Jianling had already turned and left.

Then she ran into Isabel.

“Come again tomorrow,” Isabel said.

Lu Jianling acted as if she hadn't seen anything before, only saying, "He should be done with his work soon."

Superhumans have great physical strength and don't have the same physical limitations as ordinary people, but that doesn't mean their "tools" are large, nor does it mean they can last very long during sex.

When she was young, she worked as a clerk in a lowly government office that managed documents. She had dealt with many ladies who, like her, were extraordinary women who married into high-ranking families and then entered the government as officials through their husbands' connections. In private, a few of her close friends would talk about such things, and they all said the same thing.

Even Isabel, who isn't usually one to laugh, couldn't help but chuckle and said, "He might be busy until dawn."

Lu Jianling's face froze for a moment.

She was truly shocked. Her late husband had come three times on their wedding night, each time lasting about fifteen minutes. Later, after their relationship became distant and strained, he would come once every now and then, each time lasting only about ten minutes.

At that time, she had a friend who boasted about her husband, saying that he could last for half an hour at a time and come two or three times a night.

How could Ronan stay up from nine o'clock the night before until dawn the next day?

Seeing that Lu Jianling didn't quite believe her, Isabel added, "I'm serious, otherwise how could he satisfy all these women? By the way, I apologize on their behalf; they shouldn't have deliberately teased you."

She didn't know that Ronan was actually exceptionally gifted in this area, and that Lu Jianling's deceased husband was one of the less capable superhumans in that regard.

"It's nothing." Lu Jianling didn't take being teased too seriously.

Lu Jianling didn't want to talk about that topic anymore, so she deliberately changed the subject, saying, "You guys have a really good relationship."

This was a compliment, but also the truth. Lu Jianling knew that many men with multiple wives and concubines never had a peaceful home.

As Isabel walked down the corridor toward the door, she said, “No one except my sister Ambrina has entered into a sacred marriage with him. We are lovers and partners. What we have is earned by ourselves, not by his. So we get along quite well. However, it’s not as good as you see. We have some disagreements and conflicts. If you stay, you will see soon enough.”

"You know?" Lu Jianling asked. When she came, she only said that she had something to discuss with Ronan, without specifying what it was.

“I only know that someone from above came looking for you, but as for the specifics, I’m just guessing,” Isabel said honestly.

Although she was a veteran spy, she had only been here a short time and was a foreigner who was naturally ostracized, so she could only spend money to bribe one or two informants. After all, foreigners' money is still money, right? But the people who spent the money were not so reliable, while the little girls she had bought before were reliable, but they were still in training.

"Sigh, it's not good for Madam Zhao to stay here with me and my third son."

Lu Jianling said.

Her youngest son, Liu Chongyu, still retains his own memories, but at the same time, he has inherited the power and memories of that demon spirit. Therefore, the demon spirit still regarded him as one of their own, and after Lu Jianling learned about him, she still felt that he was her son.

“She has no value, but you and your son do,” Isabel said.

Lu Jianling hadn't expected Isabel to be so direct, and for a moment he was speechless.

Isabel continued, "You also have two sons, both of whom are quite talented. You should also consider their opinions."

"That's right. I'll take my leave now and visit again tomorrow." With that, Lu Jianling left.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Ronan was gripping Dinia's slender yet incredibly strong waist with one hand, thrusting in and out repeatedly, while his other hand was slapping her thick, perky buttocks, creating waves of flesh.

The straps of the garter stockings had broken due to the previous vigorous movements, and the thick tops of the long white stockings, which had little elasticity, had slipped down from the thighs to below the knees. The stockings were wrinkled all over, and the toe area was even looser.

Soon, Ronan spread his arms wide, straightened his back, and raised his head and chest, while thrusting in and out with small amplitude and fast frequency. Dinya also began to look dazed, gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, and kicked hard with her feet, twisting and swaying her big buttocks from side to side and back to back, gradually entering a state of daze.

Inside her, it was rapidly expanding and contracting, as if trying to squeeze out Ronan's thick slurry with each contraction.