Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Of course, I will satisfy my princess,” Ronan replied.

Ambrina broke free from Ronan's embrace, turned to face him, poked his chest, and asked meaningfully, "Are you alright?"

Ronan couldn't stand these words. "Anli, this is a serious provocation." As he spoke, Ronan went over and put his arm around Ambrina, lifting up her long skirt.

Still wearing white stockings.

Ambrina also reached out and grasped Ronan's lump; it was still as hot as ever, and it was still slowly expanding in her hand as ever.

That gradually expanding behemoth was the best expression of Ronan's love for her.

After a passionate encounter, Ronan quickly picked up Ambrina and carried her into the house, then placed her on the bed and pressed himself against her.

Like other women, Ambrina hadn't been close to Ronan for quite some time, and each of them was a different type. Ambrina was a slightly chubby, sweet girl. It was precisely because of the long intervals between each relationship and the different types that Ronan was able to maintain his interest in his women for so long.

"Stop with foreplay, let's get started." Ambrina couldn't wait any longer.

"it is good."

Chapter 985 White Stockings, Forced Penetration, Hanging Upside Down (69), An Unexpected Pimping

After undressing, Ambrina put her white pantyhose back on.

The white stockings were slightly thick, but they still couldn't cover the large patch of thick, glossy black pubic hair on her lower body. It just looked like a large, grayish patch. This abundant pubic hair highlighted the strong, overflowing lust, which contrasted sharply with the pure white stockings and Ambrina's sweet face.

Ambrina, on the other hand, is a person with a very contrasting personality. Passionate about art and yearning for a pastoral life, she shows absolutely no mercy in the power struggles. On the contrary, she can be described as ruthless.

He's usually a bit silly, like a child, but when it comes to bed, he's incredibly proactive.

“Anli, your pubic hair is so sexy and cute.” Ronan touched Ambrina’s pubic hair through her stockings.

"Hurry up and insert it," Ambrina urged, not wanting any foreplay.

Without licking or kneading, Ronan thrust himself into Ambrina through her white stockings, instantly creating a large hole in her lower body. Her labia were tightly bound by the stockings; the thicker the stockings, the tighter they constricted her flesh. Ronan's penis was so thick and long that the insertion caused her full labia to sink in. This sensation of her labia sinking in brought intense stimulation, causing Ambrina to grip Ronan's shoulders and neck muscles tightly with both hands. Her white-stockinged legs were bent at the knees and spread apart, and her fleshy, round toes gripped the sheets tightly, causing spiral wrinkles to form on the sheets beneath her feet.

Ronan inserted it all the way in at once, and then pulled it all the way out. The white stockings and labia began to spring back to their original positions after being pulled out, but before they were fully back in place, Ronan inserted it deeply again. The white stockings, which were imbued with magic and had super elasticity, wrapped around Ronan's huge penis and reached the cervix.

Ambrina also let out a long moan.

The vigorous insertion ended.

Ambrina lay face down, her plump, white-stockinged buttocks sticking out. She drew a circle on her anus with her finger. "Ronan, come on, like you're raping me."

"Here you are, my princess."

Ronan immediately began anal sex with Ambrina. Without any lubrication, he inserted his penis into her anus through her white stockings. The spiral folds around her anus were smoothed out, and the folds inside were further flattened by the concave white stockings.

The spicy, painful stimulation caused Ambrina to become extremely excited.

After another round of vigorous and forceful thrusting, the two finally returned to a normal rhythm and began playing 69.

But it wasn't the usual 69. Ambrina was lifted up by Ronan, her legs clamping Ronan's head, and Ronan could directly open his mouth and stick out his tongue to suck and lick her wet, erotic vulva, which was soaked with pantyhose.

Ambrina, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around Ronan's lower body and opened her mouth to swallow his massive penis.

In this position, she couldn't properly and actively suck and lick Ronan's huge penis, so Ronan moved on his own, sucking and licking her vagina while thrusting his waist, fucking her mouth like he was fucking a cunt. She already felt a bit oxygen-deprived while lying down, and being fucked in the mouth like this made it even harder for her to breathe. After a few thrusts, she suffocated as if she were drowning.

At first, Ambrina could still make a couple of whimpering sounds, but soon she stopped making any noise at all.

But it was precisely this suffocating, torture-like feeling that made Ambrina extremely addicted to it.

While even the most conventional missionary style can be arousing, a little stimulation is ultimately needed to truly ignite the passion and desire between two people.

After a while, Ronan stopped and carried Ambrina back to the bed. His lust was burning, so he pried open the crotch of her white stockings and got back into a normal rhythm. He grabbed her fleshy white stockings with both hands and began to thrust rapidly.

Soon after, Ambrina, who had recovered, sat up on her own and hugged Ronan. The two sat on the bed, embracing each other, kissing and rubbing against each other, their groins constantly colliding, causing Ronan's huge penis to churn inside her as it thrust in and out.

Although they have been married for decades, they are still like lovers who have just gone through a short separation.

While they were having sex, Ronan was also grabbing and kneading her. He especially liked grabbing Ambrina's breasts, buttocks, waist, stomach, and even the flesh on her arms and thighs, which were all soft and fluffy like white cotton candy.

Ambrina also liked to grab Ronan, grabbing his hard, well-defined muscles.

Soon, Ronan picked up Ambrina, supporting her white-stockinged buttocks and inner thighs with both hands. Standing, he thrust upwards at an angle, occasionally tossing her up so she would sit down deeply, completely engulfing his massive penis. With this continuous thrusting into her clitoris, Ronan quickly and successfully opened her cervix. The head of his penis blocked her cervix, and Ambrina's lower abdomen and buttocks twitched. Her anus contracted repeatedly, and soon, a gush of hot, lustful fluid spurted out.

Ronan laid Ambrina down, positioned her in a position that facilitated rear entry, and began his final thrust before her orgasm had completely subsided.

Ambrina's hair was thick and long, reaching her waist. Ronan held her hair in his hands, forming a thick strand, as if pulling on horse reins, and continued thrusting.

After a vigorous thrusting session, Ambrina's soft, white breasts shook violently, like a white cream pudding trembling violently, as if they were about to fly off and fall onto the bed to become a puddle of milk.

Finally, Ronan ejaculated, and Ambrina's breasts stopped jiggling. She lay sprawled on the bed, her long hair spreading out to cover her entire back.

After a while, Ambrina, who had recovered, rested her head on Ronan's lap, holding his now limp, fleshy penis and savoring the aftertaste, while saying, "Ronan, when are you going to take care of that Guo Hanlu?"

"Huh?" Ronan looked puzzled.

Ambrina's expression became more serious. "Although our business in Seris doesn't need anyone to inherit it, some businesses still need someone to take over. I think she's quite good; she's a Seris person."

“Yingqi is also a Seresian,” Ronan said with a hint of helplessness.

Ambrina's tone became more serious, "She is a member of the royal family. In your plans, Seris should not have the position of emperor in the future, right?"

“There’s no emotion in it,” Ronan gave a reason.

"You have feelings for Lu Jianling?" Ambriina asked back.

"Of course I have. My relationship with her is pretty good," Ronan said honestly.

Ambrina raised her voice by two decibels, "I'm talking about the beginning, not the feelings that developed after sleeping together."

Ronan no longer spoke in a casual, perfunctory tone. "Anli, you seem to quite admire this Miss Guo."

“It’s not easy being a divorced woman with a child,” Ambrina replied, her eyes darting around.

“I think it’s her daughter who reminds you of your sister,” Ronan said. This sister, of course, did not refer to Isabel, but to her third sister, Marianna. Marianna was also someone who could turn into a bird and fly in the sky from a young age, and she also had parents with a very bad relationship.

Unable to take care of her younger sister, and later even forced her to leave for the sake of national stability, with no news of her sister to this day, this has become a thorn in Ambrina's heart.

She felt absolutely no sympathy for Guo Hanlu; she only liked his daughter.

"Ronan, just for my sake, go and win her over."

Chapter 986 Extraordinary and Religious, Little Girl Didi, Tsundere's True Feelings

Ronan neither agreed to Ambrina's request nor refused her.

Admittedly, Ronan has always been interested in beautiful women, especially those with nice legs; no breasts are acceptable too. But Ms. Guo's value wasn't high enough for Ronan to invest time in seducing her. Not invest time? Ronan isn't a womanizer, and his woman isn't just a pretty face; she's there to perform certain tasks. Shouldn't he treat her like a key employee and cultivate her carefully? Otherwise, morale would plummet, and the team would be difficult to manage.

The next day, Ronan went to Elena's place to look at the bank's financial statements.

The next day, Ronan arrived at Dinia's private residence.

At this moment, the Dinya man was sitting comfortably in a cushioned wooden chair, his legs crossed and stretched out. His feet, encased in white stockings with small polka dots, were resting on the footstool. He was reading a book with ease. Beside him was a tall round stool with a pot of tea and a plate of dried fruit on it.

Ronan arrived, but she made no attempt to greet him and continued reading.

"What are you looking at?" Ronan asked.

Dinia didn't put down her book immediately, and casually replied, "The History Book of Seris."

Ronan walked over, casually picked up a teacup, rinsed it with tea, and poured himself a cup. "Any discoveries?"

"The cultivation method of Seris played a crucial role in the formation of Seris's current national system." After saying this, Dinia put down her book, poured herself a cup of tea, and continued, "The Seris-style fusion magic we talk about is very powerful in one-on-one combat. Generally speaking, most Western elemental mages of the same rank cannot defeat Seris scholars or warriors of the same rank."

The Seris Fusion Cultivation Method strengthens the body, mutates organs, and grants access to spells similar to Western divine arts. Spells often possess strange and bizarre abilities, with higher-level spells often exhibiting rule-based power. Therefore, Seris, as a superhuman, is truly formidable in one-on-one combat.

However, in group battles, there may not be a universally applicable, large-scale attack method, and elemental mages who can transform into elements are excellent.

"Thousands of years ago, the world only had ritual magic. At that time, heritable summoning magic created noble bloodlines, while elemental magic created wizards and priests."

"But interestingly, 2,600 years ago, someone in Seris actually combined summoning magic and elemental magic. As a result, this rudimentary form of combined magic was much less capable of transforming the world than elemental magic, but it was particularly good at killing. The status of wizards and priests was suppressed by the royal family at that time, and Seris's original religion immediately declined. More than 1,800 years ago, otherworldly beings came to this time, and the Heavenly Oath and Destiny Magic were created. The true Seris cultivation method was born, and the religion completely failed from then on."

"Interestingly, in the West during the same period, the Seven Saints Cult quietly emerged, relying on the Heavenly Oath Magic. The Heavenly Oath Magic is particularly good at one-on-one killing. They are not good at changing the world, but they are very good at fighting other superhumans. As a result, the Seven Saints Cult rose to power in a few years. After rising to power, they began to control the education system. They acquired all the achievements of the Republic Empire in elemental magic."

Dinia recounted her discovery.

Seris was the first to develop a cultivation method that was more effective at one-on-one killing, so they eliminated the former religious forces and laid the groundwork for later unification. In the West, after the emergence of the Oath Magic, the Church was the first to master the extraordinary power that was more effective at one-on-one combat, which led to the great prosperity of religion.

"The Seres cannot change their cultivation methods, but some aspects of their cultivation methods are unsuitable for transforming the world."

All that talk about "instantly" is actually just for this one sentence.

“I had already considered this. Those newly converted will naturally learn elemental magic,” Ronan replied.

Dinia looked slightly puzzled. "Uh, would Seris and the other superhumans agree to this now?"

“Didi, you’ve fallen into a misconception. The vested interests aren’t afraid of newcomers being different from them; on the contrary, they’re afraid of those who are the same as them. Those who learn the traditional cultivation methods of Seris have a slight advantage in combat power compared to elemental mages of the same level, which is exactly what they want.”

"In fact, if I were to suggest in secret that people who practice traditional cultivation methods are more suited to be government officials, while those who have learned Western cultivation methods are more suited to be administrative officials, none of these Seris people would disagree."

Ronan said.

Ronan never worried about Dinia's concerns.

Anyway, those who practice the Seris cultivation method all consider themselves virtuous, so let them govern. Elemental magic and morality are not related; in the eyes of the Seris people, it is purely a technique. Those who learn this method should get things done.

In this way, the old forces don't have to worry about a large number of newcomers emerging and taking them away, and the newcomers aren't without a place either. It's a win-win situation.

"I see." Dinia couldn't help but sigh. This was the umpteenth time her worries had been completely unnecessary.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, I miss you, Didi." As he spoke, Ronan's hand was already touching Dinia's leg.

"Mm," Dinia responded.

Just then, Ronan suddenly spoke up, "How about you transform again?" Transform, of course, into Lolita.

Dinia stood up and pinched Ronan's thigh hard. "You bastard, you kept saying you didn't like little girls, and this is what you've got?"

Ronan hugged Dinia and nuzzled her affectionately, saying, "I don't like little girls, I just like you when you were young and innocent."

"I give up, wait for me." Dinia broke free from the embrace, slipped on her slippers, and went into the inner room.

A short while later, Dinia came out.

Ronan's eyelids twitched.

Because last time Dinia was around ten years old, women develop early, especially Western women, so she was already quite tall and well-endowed. But this time, she looked like she was only six or seven years old. Her front and back were flat, her face was a little chubby, and her legs didn't look as slender as when she was around ten and her height started to increase. Instead, they were a little fleshy.

They're too young, how could he possibly do that to them?

“You should be a few years older,” Ronan said, covering his eyes with one hand.

Dinia walked over. Her originally fitted short nightgown had become a long dress, her polka-dot stockings that were originally calf socks had become loose long socks, and her slippers were several sizes too big for her feet. As for her underwear, she had already taken it off and tossed it aside.

Dinia reached out and grabbed Ronan's crotch, then smiled. "To borrow your words, you say no, but your body says otherwise." With that, Dinia unbuckled Ronan's belt, pulled down his pants, and the tent bulged out of his boxer shorts.

Tiny Dinia delivered a high kick to Ronan's groin, saying, "Do you admit you're a perverted sex maniac?"

"If you say yes, how could I dare say no?" Ronan said helplessly.

Half a minute later, Ronan sat on the bed, and tiny Dinya lay directly between Ronan's legs, her two little hands together grasping his huge penis. "It looks several times bigger." As she spoke, Dinya opened her cherry-like mouth and struggled to swallow the head, her soft little tongue sticking out to tentatively lick it.

There was almost no physical stimulation, but the psychological stimulation almost made Ronan ejaculate immediately.

Chapter 987 Too small, I've already ejaculated. Change into stockings and try again.

At this time, Dinia was less than 1.3 meters tall, and when she stood up, she only reached Ronan's waist. Ronan's huge penis, which was almost touching his abdominal muscles when erect, could be taken into her mouth by her head while she was standing.

Although it looks a little chubby, it weighs less than 50 pounds, which is about the same as a clump of cotton for Ronan, making it very light.

“Why are you standing up?” Dinia said, forced to take two steps back by Ronan’s sudden movement.

Ronan chuckled, gave him a look, and said nothing.

Dinia understood. She took two steps forward, still standing, lowered her head, and opened her mouth to take the huge, fleshy glans of the penis into her mouth. She swallowed and spat it out a few times, then extended her small, soft, pink tongue and began to scrape along the glans.

What was truly stimulating wasn't the little tongue, but the childlike face. And without the chest obstructing his view, Ronan could see, looking down, the restless, round toes wiggling inside the polka-dot white stockings that were perfect for a little girl.

"Good girl, Didi, take it in a little deeper, and Uncle will give you candy later." Ronan stroked the little girl Dinia's cute little head.

*Smack!* Dinia slapped Ronan hard across the thigh, leaving a bruise. She angrily said, "Suck your head my foot! Your rotten thing is so big, and my mouth is so small. If I swallow it, my jaw will dislocate."

"Didi, you look so cute right now." Ronan felt a little dizzy, as if he had been poisoned. Big Didi's anger was the kind of beauty that comes from a cold and beautiful woman's angry rage, but little Didi's anger was even more irresistibly cute.

Tiny Dinia licked the egg a few times, then became impatient. "I'm not doing it anymore, it's too inconvenient."

Ronan nodded, turned Dinya around so her back was to him, and began to caress Dinya's body. Before he knew it, his hand had reached down there. It was so soft and tender. Feeling that touch, Ronan couldn't help but take a deep breath to steady himself.

After touching her for a while, Dinia turned to look at Ronan. "You rotten thing, you're so hard, aren't you going to put it in?" Her tone was really nasty. Even though she had turned into a little girl, her words were even more nasty than in her normal state. But her face and her eyes were just so innocent, naive and cute.

"Is that okay?" Ronan asked softly.

Dinia glared at Ronan. "I've shrunk in appearance, not actually shrunk into a child."

Ronan lifted the tiny Dinya with both hands and placed his penis against her opening. It was so small. Even though Ronan knew that Dinya's body was not human and that he could still insert it, he was still extremely careful and even moved slightly.

Dinia, already off the ground, kicked Ronan, saying, "Come in! Don't just stand there at the door, making me all itchy."