Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Zhao Yingqi was also getting impatient. Her sex drive wasn't that strong, but she hadn't done it for a long time and was starting to feel itchy. She stood up on the bed and quickly took off a group of clothes.

The pinkish-red embroidered bodice, the same pinkish-red underpants, and the delicately embroidered white stockings with subtle patterns were suspenders, not pantyhose.

"It's a tank top, isn't it?" Ronan muttered.

Zhao Yingqi didn't take off his bodice, but only his underpants. "Of course, Seris's underwear is boxer briefs, so it would look weird to wear pantyhose with it on."

Indeed, the underwear worn by women like Seris is boxer briefs, which look like safety shorts and are not form-fitting enough, making them unsuitable for wearing inside pantyhose.

After undressing, Zhao Yingqi lay down. Luo Nan leaned over, parted Zhao Yingqi's legs, and began to lick her.

Zhao Yingqi bit her lip lightly, closed her eyes halfway, and gradually squeezed Ronan's head between her legs. She pressed Ronan's head with both hands, sometimes pushing it out and sometimes pressing it in, seemingly resisting while welcoming it.

Gradually, her long-unmoistened vagina adapted to this long-lost tenderness.

“She hasn’t been licked,” Zhao Yingqi suddenly said.

"Huh?" Ronan was surprised and didn't react for a moment.

Zhao Yingqi raised his voice, "I said she has never been licked, and she hasn't even tried many positions."

“That’s normal,” Ronan replied.

In this era, there aren't many men who would lick a woman's boots.

Zhao Yingqi snorted coldly, "Someone as capable as you is fawning over me, while that Liu guy thinks he's nothing."

Ronan looked up. "Then I won't add any more?"

"No, dear brother, I want you to lick me, to lick my tongue inside," Zhao Yingqi said in a coquettish tone.

Ronan reached out and patted Zhao Yingqi on the back, "Thank goodness, brother. The generations are all mixed up. You and Lily are best friends."

“That’s still a good brother.” Zhao Yingqi smiled sweetly, looking completely unquestionable.

After a while, Zhao Yingqi's hairless, tender vulva was already wet, and she couldn't help but want to be penetrated.

“Slow down, yours is too big,” Zhao Yingqi said.

Ronan just smiled without saying a word, first squeezing in his head, then gradually penetrating deeper. After he was mostly inside, he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, while playing with her small breasts with his hands.

"Am I very young?" Zhao Yingqi suddenly asked.

“It’s not small anymore, really,” Ronan replied. Zhao Yingqi was slightly larger than Alice, who was probably only a B cup, and was almost a C cup.

Zhao Yingqi gave a meaningful smile. "She's much older than me, and she's still breastfeeding, uh ah." The sudden moan at the end of her sentence wasn't because Ronan suddenly sped up, but because Ronan's thing inside her suddenly swelled up a few times.

"Hehe, see? You can't stand hearing this." Zhao Yingqi said with a little smugness. She knew that Ronan would be very excited to hear that another version of her still had breast milk.

"You little rascal," Ronan said, grinding his fingers against Zhao Yingqi's erect nipple as a small punishment.

Zhao Yingqi couldn't help but groan, "Ugh, stop pinching me, how can I be the bad one? It's clearly you who's bad."

"I think I shouldn't have given you a chance to speak," Ronan said, feigning anger. He grabbed Zhao Yingqi's white-stockinged feet, placed them on his shoulders, and then began to thrust rapidly inside her.

At first, Ronan didn't use any techniques and wasn't very fast, but as he gradually sped up and began to thrust in a stirring motion, Zhao Yingqi's hands began to grip the sheets tightly. The pair of white-stockinged feet that were originally just resting on Ronan's shoulders couldn't help but intertwine, their toes digging into each other, tightly locking onto the back of Ronan's neck, pressing Ronan's entire body down.

Zhao Yingqi's shouts grew louder and louder.

The maids and cooks, whose rooms were quite far from the guest rooms, could hear it all. Both women were ordinary women in their thirties, with husbands and children. They did the same work every day, taking turns to go home every three to five days. Even they, with their married lives, found it hard to bear. They couldn't help but wonder how the widowed Madam Zhao could endure this.

Madam Zhao's younger sister is really too indecent.

In their eyes, Zhao Yingqi was Mrs. Zhao's twin sister. It was already inappropriate for her to hang out with a foreigner, let alone shout so loudly late at night.

On the other side, Madam Zhao was in bed, curled up with her legs tightly together, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

On one hand, the voice did indeed provoke her; she was a woman after all. On the other hand, she understood that Zhao Yingqi, the girl who was actually the same person as her, was acting out of "good intentions." And there was another, more complicated aspect: she had lost her husband. She didn't love her deceased husband, but she certainly didn't hate him either. She didn't particularly like Ronan, but she wasn't completely without affection for him. She understood what the Liu family meant before, but she felt that if that were the case, it would be too contemptible.

She really didn't know what to do. Compared to her other self, she seemed to be just an incompetent woman.

Chapter 964 is finally over. After white stockings comes black stockings. (Regarding scientific research)

If Ronan enjoys rear entry when faced with Ronan's voluptuous figure in black stockings, pinching his plump legs in black stockings and watching the waves of flesh created by the constant impact, then Ronan is a different story.

Ronan, whose legs were covered in white stockings, liked to lift them up vertically while he fucked her, admiring them. The white-stockinged feet were right in front of him, and his gaze went down to see the entire pair of straight legs wrapped in white stockings, including the ankles, calves, thighs, the groin, and part of the buttocks, which continuously brought psychological stimulation.

At this moment, Ronan was in this position, holding Zhao Yingqi's ankles with one large hand, making her legs stand upright.

Zhao Yingqi's two white-stockinged legs were pressed together, almost perfectly aligned, forming a single unit.

The already tight vaginal opening becomes even tighter in this position.

In the explosive phase before Ronan's shot, Zhao Yingqi no longer shouted as loudly as before, but instead let out sharp, short moans and gasps.

At the last moment, Ronan pulled out, then straddled Zhao Yingqi, shoving the head of his penis into her mouth. Ronan masturbated, and Zhao Yingqi sucked hard as if she had been thirsty for days. Soon, a burst of ejaculation occurred, and thick white semen slowly washed over her mouth.

After swallowing repeatedly, Zhao Yingqi finally finished swallowing, then licked his lips, making sure it was all clean.

"How does it taste?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Zhao Yingqi lay motionless on the bed, responding in a soft voice, "It doesn't seem that fishy."

Ronan began to gently caress Zhao Yingqi's body. "You don't really like that taste, so I ate vegetarian for two days."

the other side.

Madam Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it had finally stopped. The noise that Ronan and Zhao Yingqi had created was not only physical torture for her, but also psychological. Because of the noise, she couldn't sleep and kept thinking about what to do in the future.

In fact, if the Liu family hadn't said those things, if Zhao Yingqi, the same person at different times, hadn't done such things, and if Ronan had been even more shameless, she felt she might have half-heartedly given in. But now, she couldn't make a decision no matter what. It was too degrading to take the initiative to go along with it.

The next morning, when Zhao Yingqi woke up, Luo Nan was already gone.

In the afternoon, in the Sheikh's quarter, Ronan met Falek after he had finished his prayers.

Falek, a woman who was once a Polish noblewoman and later became a slave of the Sultan, was naturally not a devout Christian. Some of her followers, who had traveled from Suleimania to join her, were not exactly Muslim scholars, but they still had to put on a show.

When she went to the mosque for prayer, she left her shoes outside and walked out wearing black stockings. Her slightly fleshy calves made the thick black stockings slightly see-through, and her ankles were also a little thick, which created a plump and fleshy look with her fleshy calves. The black stockings at the toes were slightly transparent by her toes, and the shape of her toes could be vaguely seen.

Her black-stockinged feet slipped into the low-cut, upturned shoes, her feet lifted and bent backward, a finger slipped into the heel and hooked it on, putting on one shoe, and then the other shoe in the same way.

In the evening, the two ate mutton and drank fermented grape juice together.

"You've worked hard these past six months," Ronan said. The three members of the technical team had truly worked hard, barely taking a break.

“Producing magical weapons is fine; once the people on the production line are skilled, everything becomes simple. It’s just that there are always people trying to pry into the technology bestowed by their talents,” Falek said helplessly, holding his wine glass. “These people are really troublesome.”

Spying is useless; you can't replicate this thing just by looking at it. At best, you can only learn a poor version.

The stability of the large-scale talent-granting technology mastered by Ronan and his group comes from four aspects: Ronan's magical construction, Falek's magical operation, Faith's human research, and Canaan's improvements in magical artifacts.

Without these four fundamental elements, the bestowal of talent lacks stability and security. For a long time, unless Ronan teaches it, no one else can possess this technology. Even for most extraordinary individuals, even if Ronan gave them the complete technical information, they might not be able to understand it.

But precisely because of this, there is a fear that some people, having learned only a little bit, might act recklessly based on their own wild ideas and cause trouble.

After all, there are far too many people who don't value human life.

That's why Falek found it troublesome.

"Fortunately, Faith is good at sensing and controlling things," Falek sighed. Faith could arrange her puppets around to avoid outside spying, but flies would always come, and some of these flies were closely related to some members of the committee, so they couldn't just kill them directly.

Ronan also sighed, "Anyway, you've worked hard."

Farek picked up a piece of mutton with his fork and said, "You say it's hard work, but it's meaningless."

"Oh? What do you want?" Ronan asked, raising his glass.

Falek took a big bite of mutton, chewed it thoroughly, and then swallowed. "You know, I'm not pursuing anything anymore. It's just that some researchers here, some Seresians, want to join the committee, not as insignificant technocrats, but to be involved in resource allocation. I'm just passing on their message."

Simply put, researchers are dissatisfied with the status quo, feeling that research funding is far too low, and the reason for this is the lack of a department staffed by their own people that can secure sufficient resources.

Ronan shook his head. "Not for now."

He knew these academics well. Once they had access to a lot of resources, they would use them to verify some of the questions that puzzled them, rather than focusing on military applications. They also wanted to get rid of political interference. Besides not wanting to get involved in political struggles, another important reason why Canaan left France was that she no longer wanted to be an applied researcher. She wanted to do more research on basic theories.

In any case, conducting basic research is certainly necessary, but the current goal is to win this war that will determine who is the Lord of Seris, so for the time being, we can only spend our money where it matters most.

“I knew it.” Falek was not surprised by Ronan’s answer at all. After all, if she were in Ronan’s position, she would have given the same answer.

Guangdong's strength is still too weak.

At this point, Ronan changed the subject, "However, it's perfectly feasible to get a few people into the committee, establish relevant departments, and also set up a university. We won't give them specific authority yet, but we can build the framework."

Falek breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, I've given those Seres an explanation. Being a leader for alien races is indeed incredibly troublesome."

"Aren't you quite experienced in this area?" Ronan joked.

When Falek was still Queen Mother, she was a leader of a foreign race. Even though she converted to Islam, she was still not considered one of their own by the Muslims. But that didn't matter, since the Sultan's royal guard was almost entirely composed of infidels.

"Sigh, I'm so tired anyway," Falek couldn't help but sigh again.

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "So, my dear Fabregas, how about you relax after you've finished eating?"

“Of course,” Falek replied. “But would you like to have a few more lamb kidneys?”

Chapter 965 Black Stockings, Big White Lai, Look at Yourself in the Mirror

Inside the room, on the low bed covered with a thin blanket, Ronan and Falek, who had been passionately kissing for several minutes, quickly removed each other's clothes after their lips parted. Falek had intended to give Ronan oral sex, but Ronan was already incredibly hard from grabbing and kneading her plump, black-stockinged buttocks during the kiss and didn't want her to do it anymore. He made her turn her back, pressed down on her waist, making her buttocks stick up, and tore through her slightly sheer, thick black pantyhose.

It seemed that the pantyhose themselves were stretched so much by that plump, big buttocks that they looked like they were about to burst. Just by prying open a small hole, the small hole was quickly torn open by the fat flesh and turned into a big hole.

Falek's buttocks were sticking out high, and you could see her pubic hair through her black, semi-transparent lace panties; her pubic hair was also a dense, thick black forest. This further accentuated her mature, sexually charged aura.

Ronan pulled his semi-transparent black lace panties aside, grabbed the plump black stockings with both hands, and thrust his hips in, squeezing out a glans. "You still get wet so quickly." Seeing how much water there was, Ronan pulled out instead, grasped his huge member and teased it between Falek's labia, but didn't go in.

"Uh...ah." After two comfortable groans, Falek became impatient. "Put it in, don't do this, hurry up, put it in quickly." In urging, he even started to sway his black-stockinged, plump buttocks from side to side, seductively enticing Ronan to insert it quickly.

Having not done it for over a month, the sexually aroused Falek could no longer restrain himself at this moment. He put both hands behind his back and spread them apart, opening his huge, black-stockinged, fat buttocks, stretching the two fleshy buttocks to the sides, and opening his thick labia.

But Ronan was still teasing him, refusing to penetrate. Falek, impatient, simply pushed his buttocks back and took the initiative to slip inside, then grabbed Ronan's thighs with both hands, preventing him from pulling out.

"Oh, um." Falek groaned again, that feeling of fulfillment that, once experienced, was unforgettable.

Ronan immediately leaned over and pressed down on her, quickly unhooking her bra. Her large breasts jumped out and swayed continuously. He then grabbed her plump breasts with both hands, twisting his waist and thrusting into her forcefully while kneading and squeezing them. The breasts deformed constantly in Ronan's hands, and the flesh occasionally spilled out from between his fingers.

Only extremely large, plump, and soft breasts can achieve this effect when grasped.

“Your body is so lewd,” Ronan said, increasing the pressure.

Instantly, waves of flesh began to ripple across her plump, black-stockinged buttocks.

There was so much water that it had already soaked the crotch edge of the black stockings, which already had a large hole in them, before we had even done a few thrusts.

“That’s because you haven’t used it in too long,” Falek said, before Ronan jolted him and slammed into him, letting out another howl.

"Is it my fault?" Ronan said, gripping the breast tightly and starting to thrust in and out in a rotating motion, as if trying to smooth out every fold inside the hole.

Under the immense stimulation, Falek's hands, which were originally outstretched and supporting him on the bed, became clenched into fists, and he had to grit his teeth to stay conscious.

Not long after, Ronan and Falek moved their battleground to the carpeted floor under the bed.

Falek braced herself against the wall with her hands, her silk-clad feet on the carpet. Ronan gripped her slightly plump, round waist—a little more flesh would turn into flab—and continued to thrust into her from behind.

Ronan's frequency wasn't fast, but his strength was considerable. Each thrust went all the way in, and each time he entered Falek's body, Falek was pushed forward, his black stockings heels lifted off the ground, leaving only the balls of his feet on the ground, creating a tiptoeing posture as if he were wearing high heels. His fleshy calves and thick thighs also tightened in this posture, causing the black stockings to change color.

Beside the bedside table was a full-length mirror, reflecting the profiles of the two people making love.

Ronan slapped Falex hard across the buttocks. "Look to the right. Look at your fat, juicy, trembling body in the mirror."

“Oh, I won’t look.” Falek refused.

Ronan immediately stopped thrusting. "Want to see?"

Falek did not reply.

But she only held on for a few seconds before looking over.

As soon as she looked over, Ronan suddenly increased his speed and force, and Falek was fucked so hard that only her toes touched the ground. Her black stockings and fat buttocks swayed incessantly, and her pair of huge breasts swung wildly in the air as if they were about to be thrown out. Her nipples also swung around in the air.

Ronan's enormous penis was rapidly moving in and out of her from behind. Even against the backdrop of her large, fleshy buttocks, it still appeared so thick that it seemed to want to separate the two halves of her buttocks.

The mirror reflected such a lewd scene.

Ronan continued fucking without slowing down, asking, "Is it good?"

"It feels so good, so good, I want to be fucked to death by you like this." Falek's consciousness had begun to be affected by lust, and he began to utter lewd words.

Ronan looked at Falek's fat, lewd body in the mirror, and a surge of savagery was aroused within him. "He can still talk, huh? I can't get enough of looking at him." With that, he pulled out and thrust into Falek's anus.

Without any prior lubrication or expansion, Falek was brutally violated in the anus. She let out a loud scream, but immediately afterward, Ronan's left hand was inserted into her incredibly wet vagina, and he started vibrating and sucking. In an instant, vaginal fluids splattered everywhere, covering the inside of her thighs and calves, which were encased in black stockings.

After a violent fucking session, Ronan slammed Falek against the wall, pounding and thrusting into her repeatedly. Falek's extremely full breasts seemed to be flattened against the wall, especially her large breasts, which were squeezed outwards against the wall.

At this point, Falek had already reached his climax.

But Ronan hasn't yet.

Finally, Ronan pulled his massive member out from behind and reinserted it into the hole. He grabbed Falek with both hands and lifted him up, leaving Falek suspended in mid-air against the wall, where Ronan gave him a super-fast and intense fucking.