Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Why are you the only fork in the road?"

Dinia raised a series of questions.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that question either,” Ronan said, not knowing why.

“That question isn’t important. What’s important is that the world is like a shadow.” Dinia said, and with a wave of her hand, a flask of wine on a plate in a flask by the campfire on the snow flew over and landed in her hand. “Have you ever thought that some things are also like shadows?”

"You mean the soul?"

Ronan asked, "The soul is the foundation of the demon, a mysterious entity that carries consciousness and extraordinary power, existing yet not existing."

Dinia took a sip of warm wine and handed it to Ronan. "It's not my opinion, but their guess. This 'shadow' is no ordinary shadow. It's the same as the original body. Once the original body changes, it will forcefully exert its power to make the original body conform to itself. This is why plastic surgery brings serious backlash. On the contrary, if they are destroyed together, or even destroyed, there will be no serious consequences."

Ronan took a swig of his drink and handed it back to Dinia. "Are you trying to say that the other world is a shadow of this world, which is why it can put all sorts of strange and unusual props on it?"

"This doesn't make sense. If that world is a shadow world, it would have been cyberpunk long ago, uh, that is, randomly sticking things into your body. If it was caused by another 'me', that's not right either. He ruined the already aging magic system of the celestial realm. It shouldn't have caused this kind of effect no matter how you look at it."

Ronan said.

Dinia tilted her head back and drank again. "It's unreasonable. If it were reasonable, I wouldn't be using the word 'guess,' I would just tell you the conclusion directly."

Ronan exhaled a breath of steam. "However, the idea that the Demonic Matrix is ​​a shadow that forces the original body to conform is a very valuable hypothesis. Perhaps by following this direction, we are one step closer to deciphering the origin of this world."

"Moreover, let the superhumans in that world insert things into themselves as they please. At least this way, the superhumans won't be so irritable, and the world can return to order."

"Hahahaha." Dinia laughed out loud, a rare occurrence for her, and her laughter was quite unladylike. "You can be naive sometimes, you know. Those things that can be inserted into people aren't something that just anyone can manufacture. Besides, it seems that ordinary people can also wear them. And another thing is, even if a superhuman wears one, their mind will be affected."

Ronan was stunned for a moment.

Is this going to be cyberpunk? No, that's not right, technology is far from that stage.

Steampunk? No, that's not quite right either; steam engines don't go that far.

Magical steampunk? Damn, that's weird.

“That world seems to be heading down a completely different path from this one,” Ronan sighed.

"However, there is some good news." Dinia took another big gulp.

Ronan turned to Dinia, "What good news?"

“I probably don’t need to replace another me anymore, because in that world, the magic power entered a chaotic state after the system malfunctioned, making it difficult for superhumans to maintain themselves. The total magic power did not decrease, but now, as individuals plant those things, the operation of magic power will return to stability, at least until the day that system completely collapses,” Dinia said.

Ronan hugged Dinia tightly. "You should have told me this good news a long time ago."

"I already told you, how could someone as busy as you possibly spare two days?" Dinia retorted.

Ronan's hands began to roam over Dinia's body. "Dinia, when did you start having those little schemes that women have?"

Dinia's ruby-like eyes locked onto Ronan, and she demanded, "I can have it if I want it, what's wrong with that?"

“How can a subordinate have a problem with their superior if they have no objections?” Ronan joked.

"Heh, you've been disrespectful to your superiors far too often." Dinia smiled and leaned closer to Ronan.

“Isn’t that what you like too?” Ronan said, preparing to move forward.

Chapter 1049 Not enough, white stockings, mutual rape

The two made love in the hot spring.

Dinya's skin appeared even smoother and whiter in the hot spring water.

Even without the lifting effect of pantyhose, even when a person stands up straight, their buttocks are still so perky, thick and elastic to the touch, with a unique attraction that pulls a person's penis towards the cleft between their buttocks.

Her legs were long, straight, and shapely, without the slightest flaw. This perfection gave one the feeling of admiring a white jade sculpture, yet it also aroused an urgent urge to touch and play with them.

Her large, round breasts, which showed no signs of sagging, were even more mesmerizing, especially on her slightly slender body. One wanted to see them sway and deform in one's hands.

After several months, for the first time in a long time, Ronan didn't care about any particular position; he just wanted to release his desire for Dinia.

He grabbed her breasts with both hands, and standing with his knees slightly bent, he continued to thrust wildly into her from behind until he ejaculated. He kept thrusting and pumping until he finished and started to go limp, at which point he stopped.

After their visit to the hot springs, the two went to a small cabin not far from the hot springs.

After drying themselves off, Dinia and Ronan put on clothes, shoes, and socks, and donned a bearskin coat. They then sat there by the fire, roasting potatoes.

Once grilled, drizzle with a savory, slightly spicy, and sweet beef sauce, and pair with a slightly sweet and sour fruit wine for a wonderful late-night snack.

After you're done, wash your hands and face, and rinse your mouth.

At this moment, the house warmed up, and Ronan, overcome with lust once again, pounced on Dinia.

However, there was no violent movement. Instead, he stepped back, grabbed Dinya's foot, took off her ankle boot, pulled her foot, which was covered in thick white stockings, over his shoulder, rubbed it with his face, and kissed it. After a while, he began to lick it, then put her toes in his mouth and gently nibbled on them. At the same time, he pulled off the boot on Dinya's other foot and kept stroking and kneading it, feeling the white stockings under the thick white stockings, and the soft and smooth texture of the stockings.

Dinia was starting to get a little anxious. During that time in the hot spring, Ronan had only been focused on venting and hadn't held back at all. It ended before she even had a climax, leaving her feeling uneasy. This time, he had been fiddling with her feet and hadn't come over yet, making her even more itchy.

"How much longer are you going to do this?" Dinia asked, sounding a little impatient.

Ronan didn't answer. His vision was focused on the magnified white silk-stockinged feet in front of him, the rather fleshy white silk-stockinged thighs further away, and the thick white silk-stockinged camel toes between the legs. His tongue began to trace upwards along the instep, seemingly intending to continue all the way to the thigh.

Dinia gently kicked Ronan twice with her other foot, signaling to him that she couldn't continue this foreplay.

However, Ronan ignored him.

“Give it to me,” Dinia said curtly.

Ronan looked up and asked deliberately, "Give me what?"

Dinia stood up and punched Ronan in the face. "You bastard, how boring!" she said, then pushed Ronan down, ripped off his pants, tore open his stockings, grabbed his thick, hot member, and sat down on it.

"Help! It's rape!" Ronan cried out in a mocking manner, even struggling a couple of times.

Dinia was both angry and amused, and glared at Ronan fiercely, "Rape, is that it? I'll rape you right now."

As she spoke, Dinia grabbed Ronan's ankles with both hands, spread them wide, and straddled Ronan, leaning back slightly. She began to thrust her hips and twist her body violently, her breasts swaying wildly with her intense movements. The action resembled a lustful woman exploiting a shy young man.

Ronan lay still, just watching Didi's infatuated expression.

During intense movements, the muscular lines of the thighs, partially obscured by white stockings, are particularly exciting.

Ronan couldn't resist touching the white-stockinged legs, but Dinia immediately slapped her hand away, saying fiercely, "Who gave you permission to touch me? You're just a sex toy now. Touch me again and I'll beat you to death."

Soon after, Dinia began to moan with pleasure, "Oh ho, oh ee," accompanied by short curses.

After a long while, Dinia finally reached her climax and gushed out. The crotch of her white stockings, which only had a hole in them, was soaked and became transparent, and even her tuft of light golden pubic hair was faintly visible. There were also many wet stains on the inside of her stockings.

Upon reaching her climax, Dinia lost control of her body, and after a series of even more intense movements, she collapsed limply onto Ronan.

Ronan had one arm around her slender yet strong waist and the other hand stroking her snow-white, pale gold hair.

After a while, Dinia regained consciousness.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ronan asked.

"Hmph." Dinia merely snorted coldly, offering no reply.

“I haven’t ejaculated yet,” Ronan said.

"Huh?" Dinia was slightly surprised.

"What? My turn." Ronan lifted Dinia up and then pinned her down beneath him. His penis was still inside Dinia, though it was half-soft. After a few dozen hard thrusts, it hardened again. "Isn't it my turn?"

"Mmm," Dinia responded, tacitly allowing Ronan to do whatever he wanted to her.

"It's been a long time since I've fucked your ass." Ronan pulled out his hard and slippery member, and thrust it halfway into Dinia's anus along with her white stockings. Dinia, who hadn't been fucked in her anus for a long time, couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure, and her face contorted in shock.

Ronan showed no intention of being gentle and immediately began to penetrate her violently; he wanted to commit anal rape.

Dinia grabbed the pillow, gripped it with both hands, and bit it with her mouth, enduring the burning pain of her back door being invaded by the huge object.

After a while, she finally began to feel that strange pleasure, and her hands gradually loosened their grip on the pillow.

Instead of gripping the sheets with her toes curled inward, she raised her white-stockinged legs and wrapped them around Ronan's waist.

A moment later, she changed positions again, lying face down with her back to Ronan, allowing Ronan to penetrate her from behind with greater force and range, while simultaneously slapping her buttocks hard with both hands.

Finally, Ronan ejaculated violently, continuously injecting himself, and collapsed onto her back, somewhat exhausted.

“Ronan,” Dinia called Ronan’s name softly.

"What?" Ronan asked.

"Do you think there will come a day when we get tired of each other?" Dinia asked.

“How could that be? There will be many clothes, shoes and cars that don’t exist now, and in the windows of tall buildings in the future…” Ronan was getting into it when Dinia twisted his arm and interrupted him.

Dinia turned over to face Ronan. "Seriously, that's not what I meant."

“That’s even more impossible. Your dream is fairness, which is something that will never be achieved. You’re always on the road,” Ronan said with a smile. “As for me, I’m a fun-loving person who’s into political games. I’m also always on the road. We can’t possibly get tired of each other. We’ll only love and hate each other.”

Dinya's seriousness crumbled instantly, and she laughed.

“Yes, I will probably hate you and love you forever,” Dinia said with emotion.

The two were completely entangled and could not be separated; they could not even die unless the world was destroyed.

“That’s fine, isn’t it?” Ronan asked with a smile.

Chapter 1050 The War Begins: A Foolish Move? A Despicable Move!

In March, the army under the Gongjinhui began its advance into Hunan.

The army numbered 100,000, but half of them were new recruits going into battle for the first time. There were also auxiliary soldiers responsible for logistics and 200,000 civilian laborers. According to the customs of the old days, it could easily be called an army of 300,000.

The 100,000-strong army was divided into three groups. 80,000 of them headed towards Hunan, while the other 20,000 entered southern Jiangxi. If there were any disturbances in Fujian, they could either support the defense line in eastern Guangdong or launch an attack into Fujian to take the offensive instead of the defensive.

At the same time, the navy is ready to attack the Fujian coast at any time.

It can be said that Fujian is now firmly locked in.

The western part of the region occupied by the Gongjinhui (Communist Progressive Association) consists of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan, all of which have already formed alliances. Moreover, apart from Sichuan, the military strength of Yunnan and Guizhou is not strong, so even if they betray their alliance, the impact will not be significant. Only Sichuan is worth worrying about, but Sichuan is separated from Guangxi by Guizhou and from Guangdong by Hunan. At most, it can only interfere with this war operation.

Of course, the possibility of Sichuan interfering with the military operations of the Gongjinhui is extremely small. After all, Sichuan is still relying on Guangdong to sell seeds and to give some of its people talent.

The 80,000 troops that invaded Hunan were divided into two routes. Nominally commanded by Lu Jianling, the main force, which consisted mostly of elite troops, had actually been handed over to Li Jixian.

The force of 30,000 men, after capturing Chenzhou, stopped advancing and instead focused on assimilating the southern part of Hunan.

Taking over Chenzhou wasn't too difficult, as people from Guangdong had already partnered with locals to establish a series of factories there, with canneries being a prime example.

These businessmen's interests are now intertwined with the Gongjinhui (a secret society).

Moreover, these businessmen also like the Guangdong way of doing things.

The Council of the Middle Kingdom levies very high taxes on commerce, arguably the highest in any region of Selis. However, the Council only collects three types of taxes: customs duties, transaction taxes, and business taxes.

Unlike other places in Seris, where every transportation route has checkpoints, whether on land or water, with layers of checkpoints that not only collect taxes but also provide no protection, leaving people constantly threatened by bandits, and where the government charges donations whenever it is short of money, without any regard for reason.

Although the total amount collected by the Gongjin Society was not much less than that of other places, it was stable. The merchants of Seris were not afraid of the government extorting money from them; they had been used to it for thousands of years. What they feared was that the government would not let them do business in peace.

For these two reasons, the merchants of Chenzhou all became guides.

With military advantages and collaborators, how could things not go smoothly?

However, things didn't go so smoothly from there.

Hunan's terrain features a decreasing elevation from west to east. Western Hunan is mountainous, chaotic, and scattered, making it difficult to fight. Therefore, Li Jixian simply ignored it and focused on Yongzhou, Hengyang, and Shaoyang.

These three places are important because they are located beside the waterway.

Only after securing these three locations can we begin the next step.

Throughout history, waterway nodes have always been crucial in warfare, as they are essential for ensuring rapid and efficient logistics. In this era, land-based logistics are too costly and slow.

However, Li Jixian encountered a setback.

The soldiers and generals in Hunan were not very motivated to fight, and the superhumans were also unwilling to exert much effort. However, when defending the city, the enemy's firearms and cannons, as well as the superhumans' methods, made the siege extremely difficult.

After a couple of tentative attacks, Li Jixian led his troops to retreat.

Concentrate forces and firepower for a series of attacks? That would be too costly. What if the enemy surrenders after a while? That would be a loss. If he expends too much energy here and suffers a huge loss, Ronan could rip his head off.

Therefore, Li Jixian made a move that made the people of Hunan call him a fool: he divided his troops, splitting 50,000 men into three groups to sweep through the triangular region formed by Yongzhou, Hengyang, and Shaoyang.

The people of Yongzhou, Hengyang, and Shaoyang were not worried at all. They were just waiting for the reinforcements sent from Changsha to arrive so that they could concentrate their forces to wipe out one of the routes first.

Divide your forces? What an idiot.

But soon they realized they were wrong, because the Guangdong army came too suddenly and too fast. Chenzhou surrendered almost without a fight. They fortified their walls, but did not clear the fields. Many rural areas around the city were still in the midst of spring plowing.

The Guangdong army neither killed nor looted; they simply seized the food and people and moved them south.

The three cities in Hunan have enough troops to defend the cities, but not enough for open field battles.

Capture civilians and their stored grain; they'll be moving slowly. Could they bypass them and outflank them? Don't be ridiculous. In southern Hunan, behind the 50,000 Guangdong troops, there are 30,000 more who can provide support. If they try to infiltrate, they'll be surrounded and annihilated.

So, all we could do was watch.