Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Alice, who is a little over 1.6 meters tall and quite slender, is much smaller than Ronan, and is almost completely covered by him.

Ronan thrust in and out with large, slow movements, and Alice swayed dramatically with each thrust. Soon, her hands involuntarily wrapped around the back of Ronan's neck, her legs clamped around his waist, her feet arched, and her toes pressed firmly against the thick white toes of her white lace-striped stockings.

"Are you comfortable now?" Ronan asked as he continued thrusting.

"Hmm," Alice simply hummed in response.

Ronan whispered in Alice's ear, "Can't you just admit it?"

Alice muttered, "Aren't you annoying?"

Ronan grinned wickedly, "I think you're just deliberately acting rebellious to provoke me into fucking you hard."

"You..." Alice was speechless for a moment. To say yes was of course not, but to say no would be to rebel, which would be tantamount to admitting it.

"Sigh, never mind, I won't tease you anymore." Ronan said in a deliberately affected manner, as if Alice was a little woman who couldn't be teased and was easily angered, and that he, Ronan, had to give in to the child.

Alice gave Ronan a hard scratch on the back. She didn't say anything. Over the years, she had never been able to win an argument with that rascal Ronan.

"Well, you really want to rebel, huh?" Ronan said with a grin, then straightened up, grabbed Alice's legs with both hands, spread them wide apart, almost into a split, and began a new round of intense penetration.

After a series of intense thrusts, he changed positions, holding Alice's ankles with one hand, making her long, slender legs stand vertically with her thighs tightly clamped together, and continued thrusting.

Time and time again, Ronan reached the palace gate.

After a while, Ronan calmed down again. "My Alice, your favorite is coming."

“I don’t like it,” Alice firmly retorted, her expression becoming tense.

Then, Ronan picked Alice up, stood on the bed, lifted Alice's round little breasts, and with a lift and a release, he forcefully thrust in, opening the cervix and inserting inside.

This time, it really went straight to the stomach.

Alice grabbed Ronan tightly, closed her eyes, and bit down on his shoulder.

Ronan didn't move, he just kept the insertion in place, and after a while, he started thrusting in and out.

Alice went limp and let Ronan hold her and do whatever he wanted, like a giant human masturbation cup. Her legs seemed boneless, swaying wildly in the air with Ronan's thrusts. Her white lace striped stockings were loose and crumpled at the top and toes.

After tossing her around for a while, Ronan put her down. By then, Alice was already dizzy. She wasn't dizzy from the pain, but rather from having a complete orgasm, which was always the case for her.

Ronan, who was still a little short of ejaculation, had no choice but to pull out, grab Alice's limp little feet, and start playing with them.

After playing with her feet for a while, Alice came to her senses, but she didn't want to move, so she simply let Ronan play with her feet, since it wasn't the first time.

Ronan put her feet down, crawled a few steps, and knelt on the pillow, his penis facing Alice's cheek. Alice, lying there, lazily turned her head and took Ronan's glans into her mouth, just like a pampered noblewoman. She didn't even want to reach out and stroke it; Ronan had to do it himself.

A moment later, the penis began to throb, followed by a burst of ejaculation. Alice gulped it down, swallowing it all, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

"You seem to be having a pretty good time," Ronan joked.

Alice pouted and retorted, "You make it sound like you weren't feeling well."

“I’ve never seen a maid like you before,” Ronan retorted.

Alice lay there, looking up at the ceiling. "Ha, maids don't have to work as hard as I do. It's so much easier for them."

Ronan chuckled. "You're looking down on the working class. How can you talk about the rule of law with someone like you?"

"You... never mind, I'm not going to argue with you." Alice didn't want to argue.

Ronan stopped joking and sat on the edge of the bed, becoming serious. "Your task is actually very important. The prosecutor's office is not an appendage of the committee. It is responsible for ensuring that the government, the official farmers' associations and trade unions, and the people can continue to fight and cooperate with each other."

"In any case, labor unions and farmers' associations should certainly be able to influence politics, but they should not be allowed to use the economy to manipulate politics, nor should the government be allowed to use its authority to engage in underhanded tactics, causing the farmers' associations and labor unions to lose power. However, the government should still have power. Also, it should not be too impartial. It should give litigants enough space, but it should not allow them to use the people to their advantage and become really arrogant."

"In short, we should help the weak and punish the strong, and if anyone stands out, we should find a way to crack a big case to suppress them."

“You understand the principles and methods, and you are capable. The only thing I want to remind you is that you'd better not take your friends’ words to heart.”

Ronan gave his final words of advice.

Alice has an incurable habit: she enjoys befriending intellectuals who are out of the public eye and like to speak out for justice. She doesn't blur the lines between public and private matters, but she has unwarranted expectations of public opinion oversight.

“Okay,” Alice said.

Seeing that Ellie agreed without hesitation, Ronan sighed instead, "It seems you don't know. Never mind, let your sister come and help you."

Alice sat up abruptly. "She's a cruel official. If you let her in, how many wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice will she create?"

What does her sister, Golan, do? She's a torturer. Everyone who entered the "Safety Education Institute" and underwent Golan's "hydrotherapy" either regained important memories or completely lost their memories and were sent to the neighboring Isabel Mental Hospital to sacrifice themselves for the great cause of human medicine.

“She’s not your average cruel official; she’s a cruel official with a sense of proportion,” Ronan said.

The Golan principle is to stop when the matter is settled; once the target has been implicated, they will not pursue further escalation or involve collateral damage.

Ronan planned to assign some of the "filial sons and daughters" and some "Guangxi natives" who had come from the battlefield to work as prosecutors under Golan. The filial sons and daughters were originally illegitimate sons of wealthy families, familiar with the local social network, and also knowledgeable about the law. The Guangxi natives, on the other hand, had experienced the war and were outsiders, so they had no scruples when doing things. It would be perfect if these two were prosecutors working together on cases.

Chapter 954 "Have Ranks but No Classes," the Coal Problem, Doing It at Sea

Alice is the supervisor and the coordinator for all parties.

And Golan is responsible for taking strong measures against those who are no longer ordinary people, including but not limited to the members of the committee.

After the reorganization and expansion, Ronan will not immediately lay off anyone. He wants the prosecutor's office to handle this matter. First, directly removing people would make it seem like a political struggle, which is not a good idea. Legal means are the only legitimate way. Second, handling some major cases at the beginning will establish the authority of the prosecutor's office and facilitate the subsequent work.

The next day, Ronan left Maoming and returned to Foshan, arriving at the factory area.

In the fifth-level canteen of what is now the largest steel plant, Ronan met Agustina.

The canteen is divided into five levels. The lowest level is for temporary workers; the food is very poor and they're often hungry. With their meager wages, they can barely feed themselves. Level two is for permanent workers; the food is still poor, but they're full, and with their wages, they can easily support another person. Level three is for senior employees and junior skilled workers. These two levels now offer meat and oily food. Senior employees need to have worked long enough, while skilled workers only need to have good skills. However, skilled workers are assessed not by the factory's internal evaluation but by a union-affiliated assessment body. Level four is for excellent workers and intermediate skilled workers. Here, the canteen offers plenty of meat. Excellent workers are selected by the factory quarterly; only the best of the best are chosen. Skilled workers are again selected by the union, requiring truly good skills. Level five is for model workers and senior skilled workers. The food here is quite good, and they can even take some home. Model workers are those who have consistently been excellent, and senior skilled workers are hardly considered workers anymore.

Production workshop management must go to the third level, department management must go to the fourth level, and management level must go to the fifth level.

Of course, the salaries for each level are different, with skilled workers earning higher salaries and receiving distinctly different work uniforms.

Everything was done to implement the principle of "hierarchy without class," allowing workers room to climb the social ladder and rise in rank, while also allowing those of higher rank to look down on those of lower rank and gain psychological pleasure.

This is the case for all major factories, as demanded by the labor union.

Of course, to truly believe there are no social classes is to be a fool. Have you ever seen a boss eat in the cafeteria? Managers just come for lunch too.

"Tina, you're quite popular," Ronan said to Ascutina, noting that many people had greeted her earlier.

“I suggested paying overtime, of course I’m popular,” Agustina replied while eating heartily. “All the union members know about it.”

During the war, factories worked overtime like crazy, starting at dawn and not finishing until it was completely dark.

Of course, don't even think about getting more pay for overtime; it's just a little bit of money, and you can't choose not to work overtime.

"You've really worked hard," Ronan said with appreciation.

Asgutina finished the rest of the seafood rice bowl in a few bites. She was the leader, and even when leaders came to the cafeteria, they would get special treatment. "It's just so-so. Most of the time I just look around and check on the progress."

“That’s hard work, too. Someone like you who loves to sleep in must be working hard every day. Look how dark you’ve gotten,” Ronan said with a smile. Actually, Agustina wasn’t dark at all; she was even lighter than wheat-colored, which was the normal skin tone for a Belial.

Asgutina took a sip of pigeon soup. "By the way, there's something I need to tell you. Production capacity has increased significantly in the past six months, and coal supply is running out. If we need to reduce production, we'll have to lay off a large number of temporary workers."

"Don't worry about this place. I went back to France recently and recruited some elemental mages. The road construction in Liupanshui, Guizhou is almost finished, and the mines have been built. We'll have plenty of coal." How could Ronan not have some plans?

To be honest, Seris has a lot of coal in the north, northwest, central plains and even northeast, but less in the south, with only Liupanshui being relatively close.

As for the elemental mages used as "large-scale engineering machinery," it's because in recent decades, Ronan vigorously promoted educational reforms in France, tapping into the original potential and resulting in a large number of rank-one mages. During the war, these people contributed greatly, but after the war, they became quite troublesome.

The number of positions for the elite in a country is limited. Even if the productivity of cattle and horses in the Kingdom of Phos increases and its territory expands, there still isn't enough to accommodate them all. It's certainly not acceptable to demote those who are currently in positions of power, but if you prevent these people from taking their place, the resulting unrest would be extremely destructive. The value of mages in uniting the people is simply outrageous.

Ronan hired these people at high salaries this time; otherwise, he would have had to send them to the colonies.

These people went to the colonies; sooner or later they'll rebel.

So, Ronan is essentially putting out a fire this time.

Agustina nodded. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, I'd like to go to Qiongzhou to rest for a couple of days." Qiongzhou is Hainan, and she quite likes that place.

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Then go home and get some clothes, and I'll fly you there."

In the afternoon, the two flew to Qiongzhou, which is Hainan Island.

It's late December now, and the temperature in Hainan is only in the twenties, which is very comfortable.

Hainan Island has been inhabited for a long time, but it was only during the previous dynasties that the Central Plains truly began to establish effective rule over it. It was only in the present dynasty that it truly began to be developed. Even today, there are still not many people here, and everywhere you look there are sunny beaches where you can't see a single person.

Ronan was wearing shorts, while Agustina was wearing a specially made two-piece swimsuit.

"I actually have this kind of charm?" Agustina said, looking at Ronan's bulging shorts with great disbelief.

Ronan shrugged. "The facts speak for themselves."

Agustina has a fit and athletic build. Her arms and long legs have subtle muscle definition, and her abdomen has a clear six-pack with a hint of abdominal muscle. Her breasts are not large, but they are definitely not small either. Her buttocks are not very full, but they are firm and perky. They feel smooth to the touch, and if you squeeze them hard, you can feel the hard muscles inside.

Her body, bathed in the sunlight on the beach, was incredibly sexy.

“I want to go to the sea.” With that, Agustina took a few steps, removed her one-eyed blindfold, and then leaped into the sea.

Ronan took a big leap and plunged into the sea. In his previous life, he grew up by the river; in this life, he grew up by the sea.

For a mage of Agustina's caliber, magic power allows them to hold their breath for a very long time. Ronan is even more so; at his level, he can go without breathing at all.

Near the coast, the water is shallow and clear, and you can see various creatures on the seabed under the sunlight.

Ronan wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He pulled aside Agustina's panties and inserted his thick, long penis. Insertion was smooth in the water, but without support and surrounded by water, there was some resistance when thrusting, making it less smooth.

Not long after, the two surfaced, and Ronan asked, "How was it?"

"Aside from being a little novel at first, there's nothing particularly special about it."

Chapter 955 Primitive Mating, Leggings, Praising Suffering as an Evil

On a grassy area not far from the beach, under a coconut tree, Agustina, completely naked, held onto the trunk of the coconut tree with both hands, while Ronan held onto her muscular waist with both hands, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

There were no techniques or rhythm involved; it was just a very primitive rear-entry mating action. When Ronan thrust forward, Agustina's firm, perky buttocks trembled slightly from the impact, her body leaned forward, her breasts swayed, and her heels lifted off the ground. When he pulled out a little, Agustina's body returned to its original position, her labia were pulled outward, and her feet touched the ground again.

A short while later, the two changed their mating location and came to the beach.

Agustina knelt facing the sea, while Ronan knelt behind her and entered her from behind. They looked at the blue sea and sky meeting, and at the setting sun, still in that primal position.

For a moment, it seemed that there was nothing else between the sky and the sea except primal sexual intercourse.

After a while, the two began to perform oral sex on each other.

While licking Agustina's tongue, Ronan told an interesting historical anecdote: "Tina, did you know that before the concept of humankind existed, humans had oral sex? But a few hundred years ago, when the church was at its peak, it was declared that oral sex was immoral and should not be performed."

Agustina spat out the erect, wet penis, raised her head, and said, "If we were people from hundreds of years ago, it would definitely be incredibly exciting."

She's always been someone who dares to say anything, and she likes to make fun of the church even more than Ronan.

“That’s not necessarily true. Hundreds of years ago, as a Belial, you should have been a devout believer.” As Ronan spoke, he inserted three fingers into the hole with one hand and a finger into Agustina’s anus with the other.

"Uh," Agustina exclaimed softly, "How so?"

As Ronan spoke, “At that time, you were carrying out a campaign to reclaim lost territory, and many places had been occupied by Arab Muslims.”

“Oh, then I’m more likely to be an Arab bastard, ha, if that’s the case, wouldn’t oral sex be even more exciting?” Agustina retorted. She didn’t know anything about Islam, only that much of Islam was plagiarized and that it was still practicing its doctrines.

"Ha." Ronan couldn't help but chuckle.

Sex and history are truly fascinating.

After doing this for a while, the two changed positions again. Ronan stood while Agustina squatted down to give Ronan oral sex.

Ronan really liked Agustina in this position because, in this position, the muscle lines of her thighs and calves would pop out as if she were squatting, giving her a powerful and athletic look. And when a woman with such power was giving him oral sex, it gave him an overwhelming sense of conquest.

Ronan tilted his head back and closed his eyes. In his imagination, this was not a beach, but a gym hundreds of years in the future. Agustina, with the appearance of a Latin beauty from Southern Europe, had her hair tied in a ponytail. She wore a tight sports bra on top, elastic and tight nude-colored pink leggings on the bottom, and white three-stripe fitness socks and sneakers on her feet.

She gave him oral sex in the same position, and there was a mirror on the side. Ronan could see the outline of the leg muscles under the pink leggings, as well as the leggings that were slightly translucent and had a sheen like stockings, stretched by her firm and perky buttocks.

Snapping out of his reverie, Ronan looked down at Agustina beneath him and asked, "Where do you want to ejaculate?"

Agustina spat it out again, answering casually, "The back door... it just feels like something's missing since it wasn't plugged in."

Ronan almost couldn't help but laugh.

Agustina stood up. "What are you laughing at? It's all your fault. I never even knew you could insert it there."

"So you really like it?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Agustina turned around, pried open her buttocks with both hands, and said, "Maybe fire mages just like the feeling of being hot."

Ronan couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, but that didn't stop him from grabbing Agustina and slowly pushing his thick, hard penis into her from behind.

Uh, ah, hiss, Agustina couldn't help but let out a low moan of pain and pleasure.

After he had fully penetrated her, he held on for a while before Ronan began thrusting. Soon, during the thrusting, Agustina began to moan and groan in short, rapid sounds until Ronan suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, grabbing her breasts so hard they were deformed, and then he ejaculated continuously.

Before they knew it, night had fallen. A pile of seafood caught by hand from the sea was laid out on the beach, and Ronan was starting a fire by rubbing sticks together. Soon, the fire was successfully lit.

“It seems you learned this technique from the captain; I was the one who taught her,” Agustina said as she watched from the side.

"And who did you learn it from?" Ronan asked, skewering the fish and sticking them near the fire.