Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"You'll feel better soon," Ronan reassured her, continuing his slow, gentle thrusting.

“That’s right, it won’t hurt anymore soon.” Ambrina echoed Ronan, continuing to thrust.

Gradually, Guo Hanlu, who was being penetrated from both ends and attacked from both sides, began to feel an indescribable and strange pleasure. Her vagina and anus were constantly expanding and contracting, and the fluid from her lower body had soaked a large area of ​​her white stockings.

At this moment, Alice sat directly on Ronan's face, letting Ronan's tongue probe into her vaginal muscles, and she even actively swayed to cooperate.

Soon, Guo Hanlu began to moan incessantly as she was penetrated, her moans tinged with sobs, making it difficult to discern whether she felt more pain or pleasure.

After a while, she started to enjoy it, then Ronan let go and pushed her away; it was time to switch.

Let's switch Ambrina to the middle position.

Guo Hanlu staggered as she stood up, her stockinged legs covered in vaginal fluid, her anus still red and unable to close. She couldn't wait to put on the double-headed dragon, and grabbed Ambrina's white-stockinged buttocks with both hands. She inserted it slowly at first, but after it went in, she started to thrust her hips quickly in a little retaliatory way.

However, Ambrina groaned with pleasure. Over the years, Ronan had completely "developed" her. Even if Ronan's big thing were inserted, she would only feel comfortable, let alone a small double-headed dragon.

Guo Hanlu was a little annoyed and couldn't help but speed up her movements again, but her legs were already weak from being fucked so much and her back was still very painful, so she couldn't go any faster.

After a while, it was Alice's turn to enjoy double penetration.

In the end, all three of them were still a little short of climax, feeling unsatisfied, but there was nothing they could do.

Then, Ronan had Zhao Yingqi and his wife embrace each other.

Madam Zhao covered her backside, saying, "Please don't touch my backside."

"No, no, I won't," Ronan quickly assured him.

Madam Zhao had already been thoroughly fucked during the day, so Ronan naturally thrust into Zhao Yingqi even more vigorously. He used his hands to dig at Madam Zhao, who hadn't been fucked in a long time and was burning with desire, but there was a barrier between them. He could only touch and kiss Madam Zhao on his body. Madam Zhao was completely unaware of what was happening, but she could only give in.

"Hurry up!" Zhao Yingqi urged impatiently, spreading her white-stockinged legs even wider.

Ronan sped up.

He thrust hard into Zhao Yingqi's tight passage, and Zhao Yingqi became more and more engrossed in tormenting Madam Zhao on top of him, causing Madam Zhao to involuntarily take the initiative.

Looking at the two identical men beneath him, Ronan's pleasure intensified, and his movements with his waist, legs, and hands became increasingly intense.

After a period of intense thrusting, a burst of ejaculation occurred, shooting inside Zhao Yingqi.

Ronan then sat back down.

Madam Zhao rolled over and lay down, gasping for breath, but she was almost unable to breathe due to the torment from the hands.

Zhao Yingqi stood up, some semen dripping down her white silk thighs and feet. She looked at Luo Nan with a resentful expression. She was still far from reaching orgasm, which left her feeling stuck in a rut.

Chapter 1067 Black Silk Stockings and Flesh Pot, Just a Regular One, She's Quite Cute When She's Asleep

Ronan had just finished resting when Falek, Canaan, and Faith had already changed their positions and posed for a while.

The three of them specially changed into black stockings of the same color and thickness, and then took them off until they were only wearing a layer of black pantyhose. They had already taken off their underwear, and then stacked them together, with the most voluptuous and fleshy Falek at the bottom, the slightly plump Canaan in the middle, and Fisse at the top.

They were all of similar thickness, only slightly sheer, with a hint of silky sheen, like velvet-textured black pantyhose. On Falek's legs, the black pantyhose at the thighs was especially translucent because of her plump, fleshy thighs that were being squeezed. It gradually darkened towards the knees, and the calves were also sheer. It gradually darkened towards the ankles, while the heels and toes were stretched to be semi-transparent. The black pantyhose did not diminish the fleshy feel; on the contrary, it made it look as if it was about to burst at any moment.

The same pair of black pantyhose on Canaan's legs showed much less variation in color intensity and shade, even though she had a rather voluptuous figure.

Then there's Faith, who has a slender figure but a curvy, shapely body. The black pantyhose on her legs have a more even color variation, but her upturned buttocks clearly stretch the pantyhose to the point of being semi-transparent.

Three pairs of black pantyhose, with varying degrees of sheerness and fleshiness, are layered together as a single, unified whole, igniting intense desire.

Ronan didn't want to ruin the three-person "black silk stockings" that formed a large, fleshy vulva. He pounced on it uncontrollably, thrusting and pounding between the three women's legs and crotches, grabbing and squeezing here and there, and occasionally biting them. His movements were rough and clumsy, like an inexperienced but sexually aroused teenager, as if he wanted to plunge his whole body into this large, black silk stocking vulva.

The three women, intertwined, had been tormented by Ronan for quite some time, and their private parts were itching unbearably. Not only were they starting to leak fluid, but their anuses were also twitching, eagerly awaiting Ronan's thick, hard, and long penis to penetrate and fill them, satisfying their aroused and increasingly intense desires.

"Stop playing around," Falek said softly, with a hint of reproach in his voice.

"What are you doing, pushing and shoving here? Hurry up!" Canaan was also impatient.

“This isn’t like you.” Faith’s tone was flat, but it conveyed the same meaning.

Ronan looked up. "Can't wait? Then let's start from the bottom." With that, he thrust forcefully through the thick black stockings, penetrating Falek's already wet vagina. The stockings pressed Ronan's penis tightly against it, each step forward creating a strong pressure feedback, which also tightened Falek's vaginal walls, as if expanding them. The pressure grew stronger and stronger, even causing Falek's bulging, thick labia to sink in.

Falek gripped the carpet tightly with both hands and stomped her feet on the ground. The stimulating and pleasurable sensation made her eyes roll back and she panted rapidly like a dog.

As soon as Ronan increased the speed of his thrusting, Falek immediately began moaning and groaning.

Hearing Falek's moans and feeling her body tremble, Canaan's lust grew even stronger. He couldn't help but reach out from both sides and grab Falek's plump breasts tightly, which stimulated Falek to moan even louder.

After a while of thrusting, Ronan pulled out. Before the black stockings that had been attached to the flesh inside Falek could spring back into place, Ronan had already inserted himself into Canaan. Canaan, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately let out a long, satisfied moan. Her toes in the black stockings first curled inward tightly, and then spread out, as if to show how much she was enjoying being opened, stretching the stockings at the toes until they were transparent.

During the thrusting, Falek could clearly feel the vibration, which caused her large breasts, pressed against the ground, to deform continuously.

She deliberately swayed her body from side to side, and Canaan's erect nipples, which were pressed against her back, were constantly rubbed, causing Canaan to scream repeatedly.

After a while, Ronan pulled out his phone again and switched to Faith's side.

Because of her unique physiological structure, Faith doesn't have much of a reaction before she reaches orgasm. However, she is not without feeling or reaction. When she is enjoying herself, her anus will open and close slightly, like a Kegel exercise.

The three women remained in this overlapping position as Ronan penetrated them one by one for a while. Then Ronan made them separate and stand side by side. He then pulled up the waistbands of their pantyhose, took a vibrator, and inserted it directly into their anuses. In an instant, the protruding part of the vibrator pushed up the black stockings, and the crotch of the pantyhose became wet, making it look particularly lewd.

Then, Ronan began to take turns frantically penetrating her from behind.

For a moment, Ronan was driven by impulse.

He only regained his senses after he ejaculated on Canaan in a daze, and collapsed to the ground.

They came almost three times in a row, and each time lasted for a considerable period of time, with multiple people to deal with at the same time. Even Ronan needed to rest for a while to recover his condition and continue fighting.

After all, he himself was extraordinary enough, but that thing wasn't.

Elena handed Ronan his warm honey water, which he gulped down in one go.

After resting for a while, Ronan stood up again.

There were only Dinia and the other two left, and Ronan had no idea what to do next.

At this point, Dinia said, "We're not going to play any tricks."

“Five minutes per person, just like a regular missionary,” Elena added.

“I agree,” Agustina echoed.

Ronan smiled. "Then, come on."

Dinia, Elena, and Agustina took turns performing a very ordinary missionary position. Ronan's movements were not intense, just like a couple who had been lovers for many years, waking up on a night shift and suddenly feeling like doing it briefly. It was intimate, but there were no fancy moves.

The walk took fifteen minutes and it was over.

Ronan went around in circles, and everyone went through the process.

The night wasn't over yet, but it had to be paused for a while. Ronan rested his head on Dinia's lap and chatted with everyone. Before he knew it, Ronan closed his eyes.

Dinia suddenly hissed, and everyone fell silent.

“He’s asleep,” Dinia said.

"Huh?" Ambrina was slightly surprised.

"Tch." Isabel scoffed.

Falek looked at Ronan. As someone who had been deeply involved in the Sultanate succession war, she understood the pressure Ronan had been under recently. "It's not because he was tired from that, but because he was released and completely relaxed, so he naturally fell asleep. In the past few months, he had to manage the governor's logistics, suppress some internal disturbances, and he couldn't completely ignore the front lines. The pressure was just too great."

Lu Jianling pulled up his robe and put it on. "Then let him get a good night's sleep."

In an instant, the lustful desires of the crowd were extinguished.

"I must say, he's actually quite likable like this." Guo Hanlu suddenly said. Since she met Ronan, she had only ever seen the strong, wise, and decisive Ronan, never this kind of Ronan.

“Of course.” Ambrina said proudly.

“This guy only stops causing trouble when he’s asleep,” Isabel remarked.

Falek smiled, pursing his lips. "That's fine too, isn't it?"

Chapter 1068 An old air force veteran, wealth doesn't last three generations, the more you win, the longer you have time.

The next morning, after a simple breakfast, Ronan and his friends went fishing in the lake.

"Perhaps hundreds of years from now, during this season, tens of thousands of people will come here to visit," Ronan remarked.

Dinia, who was baiting the hook, replied, "That's definitely a good thing."

In this day and age, besides extraordinary individuals like them, who else would come to such remote and impoverished places to travel? If one day, tens of thousands of people come to travel to such places, then the prosperity and wealth of society will far exceed what it is now, giving rise to a large class with some spare money and leisure time, and that is precisely the ideal she strives for.

“I hope so,” Ronan replied.

He knew very well that in that era, people were not considered human when they were working, and were only considered individuals when they were not working.

For most people, traveling is just a temporary escape; there's hardly any real enjoyment in it.

The joy of travel still belongs only to a small group of people.

“If that’s not the case, then let it be,” Dinia said firmly.

Over the decades, although she has become much more tactful and composed in her dealings with people and in governing affairs, her core nature has not changed at all. She will insist on doing what she doesn't like.

Elena, Isabel, and Faith were the only three people accompanying them fishing.

Ronan's group of women, even though they're all in their fifties or sixties, are young not only physically but also mentally. Not many of them have the patience to sit here and fish leisurely.

Agustina, Golan, Canaan, and Lu Jianling are all fifth-tier superhumans, yet they're all just wasting their time.

They compete there, without using magic or spiritual power, to see who can skip the most stones on the water.

That's incredibly childish.

Even Ronan didn't realize that Lu Jianling had this side to her.

Ambrina, Alice, Zhao Yingqi and Mrs. Zhao, along with Guo Hanlu, strolled along the lake, enjoying the scenery and chatting. It was unclear what they were talking about; perhaps they were discussing parenting again? Anyway, it was all about women's stuff.

Ashley and Falek stood to one side, discussing issues related to spiritification, soul, and body.

The two women were fascinated by the idea that people from another world, as Dinia had mentioned before, implanted sharpening tools into their bodies.

Perhaps there is a way to allow people in this world to equip magical devices?

"Hey you guys who're skipping stones, can you please go a little further away? You're scaring all the fish away," Ronan complained after not catching a single fish for ages.

“You have no talent for fishing,” Agustina shouted.

“Exactly,” Canaan echoed.

Nearby, Dinia glanced at Ronan, lifted her fishing rod, caught a small fish, and waved it in front of Ronan a few times. "Why are you paying attention to them?"

"Ha, I'll teach them a lesson tonight," Ronan could only say.

Isabel, who also hadn't caught any fish, stared intently at the water. "They must be so happy."

“Haha, that’s true,” Elena laughed.

The atmosphere brightened instantly because of Ronan's complaint.

As noon approached, having caught not enough fish, Ronan had no choice but to strip naked and jump into the lake to catch fish with his bare hands in preparation for the planned all-fish feast.

This is not difficult at all. Even without using magic, Ronan, as a superhuman of his level, has a reaction speed far exceeding that of the fish here. He can catch them at will.

Before long, they caught more than a dozen big fish, weighing several dozen kilograms in total.

There aren't any rare species in this lake. Luo Nan mainly catches grass carp, silver carp, and bighead carp, but the advantage is that they are wild. In Luo Nan's original timeline, it was difficult to find wild fish even in the countryside. Ninety-nine percent of those people who carry a load and dress up as old farmers to sell wild fish in the city are just swindling people.

Wild game is usually hard to eat, but wild fish seems to be an exception, with firmer flesh and less of the muddy taste of pond fish.

At noon, Ronan took charge of the cooking, with a few people who had some culinary skills helping out. A whole fish feast was almost ready in no time.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still find it incredible that someone like him has such culinary skills," Lu Jianling exclaimed from the side.

Standing nearby, Guo Hanlu felt that this wasn't so abnormal. "Didn't he say that he came from a small fishing village?"

“I also come from a small fishing village, and his background is similar to mine,” Lu Jianling replied.

Lu Jianling is from a small fishing village, that's not a problem. The problem is that the small fishing village and the surrounding area are her family's.

"That old liar," Guo Hanlu cursed at Ronan.

Lu Jianling smiled and said, "This can hardly be called a lie. Don't you know his full name is very long? In the West, only proper nobles have long names. Farmers, like us, just have a lousy name, and it's very common, like bushes, weeds, or fields. City people have a proper surname, but they just use a place name."

Agustina came over to correct her, "Deer, you're wrong about that. In the past, only nobles in our area could use place names, just like the 'clan' used by nobles thousands of years ago here. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. A bunch of people who come to the city also call this castle or that country."

“That’s a good thing,” Guo Hanlu said, then asked, “What does Madam An’s surname mean?”

“Flame Eagle,” Agustina replied. “Don’t let its impressive appearance fool you. A thousand years ago, people with proper territories used their territories as their surnames. Their ancestors were hunters and fishermen in the forest. In the West, it’s not really about bloodline, it’s just about having a proper title.”

How many Western families can survive for two hundred years? For extraordinary individuals, two hundred years is only a few generations, maybe three. As for thousand-year-old families, just listen to their boasting; they've probably changed lineages, relocated, and rebuilt countless times in between.

Wealth and status rarely last beyond three generations; it's the same everywhere.

"Unfortunately, now is not the time to collect inheritance tax." Lu Jianling mentioned that this was something they had discussed before, but now was the time to conquer the world, and they couldn't do this, otherwise it would severely affect their cohesion.