Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan took Ambrina and the others to Ross because Ambrina, through her magic and long-distance communication with her friend Ajata, learned that a major upheaval had broken out in St. Petersburg, the capital of Ross. Ambrina was worried about her and wanted to go back.

Ronan couldn't refuse when his wife wanted to go back home.

And so, Ronan, Ambrina, and the other two quickly flew back to Ross.

"Where did he go?" Ravana, who had just finished a demonstration and test and returned to her original form, asked.

“He went to Ross,” Faith answered, then asked, “What’s wrong?” “I just wanted to thank him,” Lavana replied.

Faith maintained her expressionless, cold face. "There's no need for thanks. You are indeed special and useful, so he's willing to invest resources in you. If he's willing, then naturally we are too."

"May I ask you a question?" Lavana asked nervously.

At this moment, Falek walked over and said, "No need to ask, I'll answer directly. First, I can't tell you who we are for the time being. Second, we are lovers with him."

Ravana hesitated again, her two questions answered before she could even finish them. Could this woman read minds?

“Come on, let’s take a good look at your body and put some good stuff inside you. You’re still a long way off,” Canaan shouted. She looked at Ravana like a little boy seeing a building block toy with parts that could be assembled at will, and she was incredibly excited.

Meanwhile, upon arriving in Ross, Ronan and his group quickly obtained more information from Argata.

In the ten days or so that Ronan and his group left Ross, a series of major events occurred.

First, several nobles, and even servants of dukes, took advantage of the time after a ball when everyone was about to return home to cause trouble. They banded together and kidnapped the young masters and ladies of noble families. Instead of demanding a ransom, they requested war and asked the emperor to order troops to be sent to Ukraine.

This kind of thing is absolutely forbidden.

Although Ross is not Russia, a Russian-style rescue still occurred.

What is Russian-style rescue? It's a rescue where the hostages are more afraid than the kidnappers.

The kidnappers were secretly supported by another group. The mastermind made them make a statement requesting to fight and then they ran away. Unfortunately, they encountered a group of elite Greyhounds on the way and were wiped out.

The matter was resolved, but public opinion became even more heated.

The emperor ordered the army to attack, but not to enter other countries' territory. However, the army suddenly became agitated and rebelled halfway through the journey. They shouted that the emperor was too weak and that Ross was going to be defeated by him. The army turned back and joined forces with local rebels. They gathered together, chanting the slogan of deposing the emperor, and marched towards the capital.

The current emperor of Rus' is not a typical Rus'. He is rather introverted and has a good temper. When he learned of this news, he was actually discussing some agricultural matters with others. Upon hearing the news, he was instantly enraged. After all, even a clay figure has some temper. He is not a clay figure, but an extraordinary being.

The emperor immediately began organizing his personal guards in preparation for the suppression.

Despite being outnumbered, the so-called revolutionary army was nothing more than a mob, and within the army, most people were in a state of blind conformity, having been incited.

As long as we concentrate our forces and deliver a heavy blow to the enemy's main force, their initial enthusiasm will be extinguished.

Unexpectedly, some of the thirteen dukes took a portion of the Royal Guard and left, joining forces with the rebels.

That's it, we're doomed. We have no choice but to negotiate.

The emperor's idea was to abdicate; whoever wanted the throne could have it.

Then, the situation changed again, and three voices emerged within the rebel army. The first was to elect a new emperor. The second was to kill the emperor, along with his entire ducal family. The third was to abolish the monarchy and exterminate the treacherous officials among the thirteen dukes. Each voice was more radical than the last.

Unable to reach an agreement, they confronted each other, and each side sent a portion of their forces into the vicinity of the palace.

Right now, the whole of St. Petersburg is in complete chaos, inside and out.

"Have you found any leads about the person who initially ordered those kidnappers?"

Luo Nan asked Zhao Yingqi.

Zhao Yingqi shook his head. "No."

Ronan sighed. He had checked himself, but found nothing.

"Shouldn't we leave?" Alice asked.

Ross is in a state of chaos right now, and they might be forced to intervene at any moment due to an unexpected situation. Intervening now could easily cause trouble, since two of Ross's seventh-tier members would have to arbitrate such a major event.

“I asked her if she would like to go to the New World,” Ambrina said, referring, of course, to Argata.

“Okay.” Ronan nodded.

Chapter 1102 Conversation, Dilemma, Long-Awaited Black Stockings and Big Fat Buttocks

Argata agreed to Ambrina's suggestion and boarded Ronan's plane to travel to the New World.

Although the colonies are not yet independent, they will be soon.

During the World War forty years ago, both Britain and France exploited their colonies and indigenous comprador states to the extreme, forcing their own watchdogs and fat pigs to rebel and seek independence. However, Britain and France in this world colluded and did not support each other's colonial rebellions. Instead, they joined forces to carry out military operations and constantly sowed discord among the united indigenous compradors and colonists, which suppressed the massive independence movement.

Forty years have passed, and the former comprador states have become increasingly intertwined with their former colonies. Meanwhile, Britain and France are rife with contradictions, and the major powers on the New World are beginning to take the form of nations.

They are currently trying their best to recruit people with extraordinary abilities.

Ajata isn't particularly capable; he's just a young, first-tier transcendent, but he's managed to get by here. If he left Ross and went to other parts of the Western Continent, he'd probably only be a high-level laborer.

As a duke's daughter, she seemed to spend a lot of money on food, clothing, and daily necessities, but in reality, she had very little personal wealth. She would only receive a dowry when she got married, which would serve as her financial security in her husband's family.

Ambrina gave him a villa, a piece of land, a few servants, and a sum of money—not much, because Ajata couldn't hold onto more; after all, she was just a lone, powerless first-rank official. As for Falek and the other two, they were going to leave with Ronan and the others.

Not long after Argata arrived, he met Lavana.

“You’re different now,” Ajata said to Lavana.

She didn't greet him or reminisce, because the two of them didn't really have any close or enthusiastic relationship.

Lavana was hired by her family and sent to her place. Unlike a maid, she didn't belong to her or have any close relationship with her. And since Ajata didn't go out often, Lavana and another guard mostly kept watch at a distance. Lavana herself was also taciturn and far less talkative than her other colleague.

When faced with Ajata, Lavana was silent for a moment. She was unsure how to speak to her former employer. After hesitating for a while, she finally said in an awkward and flat tone, "Yes, thanks to their grace, my strength has increased a lot."

Seeing Lavana's appearance, Ajata couldn't help but laugh, "It's not just your strength, your whole demeanor is different."

Lavana was somewhat puzzled.

“At least you’re willing to talk to people now,” Ajata said.

“This…” Lavana wanted to explain, but then swallowed her words.

“You’re going to be following them now, right?” Ajata asked again.

Lavana nodded. "Yes."

Ajata looked at Lavana and casually asked, "Are you planning to become his lover?"

Before Lavana could respond, Ajata continued, "This guy has a bunch of women, well, actually not that many. Some people have far more lovers than him. The key is that he's also very good to the women's children. He has children with several women, and he's especially good to all of them. That's what Anri told me, and I believe her."

“I don’t have that idea,” Lavana said.

"Uh, sorry." Ajata apologized. She still held a stereotype of Lavana as a steppe woman. In her common sense, it was perfectly normal for a steppe woman to rely on a strong man after her husband died.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and the conversation stalled. Lavana nodded to Ajata and then left.

Lavana was also conflicted.

She had no feelings for her deceased husband and was forced into marriage. After the marriage, they were often separated, and in the past two years, her husband only brought her mental torment. Their relationship was extremely bad. However, in the end, in order to resolve the trouble he had gotten into, her husband resolutely chose to die. Whether it was for his dignity as the head of the family or for the sake of the family, he gave his life.

Does she really intend to live a new life with a clear conscience?

Ronan, whom she had just met, was a wise and powerful man, like a foster father. In any case, Ronan had given her a new life, which was an immense favor. Shouldn't she give something in return?

While Lavana was struggling with her dilemma, Ronan was having a good time.

In a room inside a villa, Ronan knelt on the bed, penetrating Falek's large, fat, black-stockinged buttocks from behind. At the same time, he turned his head to the side, wrapped one arm around Canaan, and kissed him. Meanwhile, Faith rubbed against Ronan from behind, while Ronan's other hand kept grabbing and kneading Faith's stockinged legs.

It had been far too long since they had been intimate. Just kissing Ronan was enough to make Canaan wet. The crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose, which had no underwear underneath, was soaked with her juices and turned a dark brown and transparent. Her labia and pubic hair were clearly visible.

"I've missed your big fat belly so much, Fanny." Ronan said comfortably.

He called softly, speaking to Falek beneath him.

Falek braced himself on the bed, groaning, "Oh, ah, I miss your big cock so much, Ronan."

Ronan withdrew his hand from caressing Faith and slapped Falek's soft, plump buttocks, which were covered in black stockings, so hard that the stockings trembled violently. At the same time, he thrust hard, creating a wave of waves. "If you want it, then hurry up and move yourself. Do you still want me to serve you? You lewd fat sow."

“Oh, yes,” Falek replied.

She gripped the mattress tightly through the sheets with both hands, braced her toes against the sheets, and then vigorously shook and twisted her waist, trying to make Ronan's large penis, which filled her vagina, further scrape and smooth out every fold inside her cavity, bringing her more pleasure.

But if Ronan didn't move, it would always be just a little bit off; the more she moved, the more itchy she felt.

A moment later, Canaan and Ronan parted their lips, and Canaan looked at Ronan, saying, "I want it."

Ronan pressed his hands against Falek's large, fat buttocks in black stockings, preparing to pull away. Falek immediately leaned back, thrusting his buttocks backward, and tried to grab Ronan's legs with both hands to prevent him from leaving.

"Little Fa, what are you doing!" Canaan shouted angrily.

Falek turned around and said, "Little Jia, can't you let me have some pleasure first? I haven't been fucked in twenty years."

“Isn’t it twenty years? You harlot, how dare you say that? You’ve ruined the cannon I made three times.” Canaan said, forcibly removing Falek’s hand, pouncing on Ronan, grabbing his hard, wet, and sticky penis, and sitting down on it with a thud. “Oh, ah,” came a long groan.

As a researcher, Canaan couldn't understand why, no matter how hard, thicker, longer, or hotter the dildo was made than Ronan's, or how it was made to completely simulate the state of Ronan's penis, or how it was mounted on a sex machine to imitate Ronan's movements, it couldn't bring the pleasure of being penetrated by Ronan.

Falek, who had just begun to feel something, was almost driven mad by the sudden loss of his full pleasure. He immediately used his magic to pull the dildo over and insert it into his lower body to fill the emptiness. He then crawled over and buried his head between Ronan's legs, greedily licking and sucking the two testicles that were constantly shaking during the thrusting, inhaling the lewd scent through his nose.

Only in this way could she return to this world of lust that she never wanted to leave for even a moment.

Seeing the two men's lewd behavior, Ronan also became wild.

Chapter 1103 Lustful Desires Abound, Buttocks Tremble, Three People Speak in Unison

Canaan gripped Ronan's firm pectoral muscles with both hands, spread her legs apart, and thrust her hips forward forcefully. Her usually loose leg muscles were taut and defined through her flesh-colored stockings, accompanied by twisting and sitting up and down movements, striving to penetrate to the deepest point with each thrust. It was no longer Ronan grinding against Canaan's flower core, but rather Canaan trying to swallow the head of Ronan's penis with her womb.

Having released twenty years of pent-up lust, she was now an extremely wanton female beast.

Her buttocks, which seemed to have accumulated a lot of fat due to prolonged staying at home, appeared somewhat loose and sagging even with the restraint of pantyhose. They trembled at a high frequency with the sounds of slapping and the squelching of her vaginal muscles, just like her breasts, which had become much larger and slightly sagging after giving birth, and were now swinging wildly.

"Whoa!" As the cervix opened, Canaan let out a shrill yet excited cry.

"You slutty homebody," Ronan cursed in a low voice, taking advantage of the momentum to thrust upwards at high speed, "I'll tear your filthy womb apart."

"Harder, ah, oh ho ho ho, ah," Canaan cried out lewdly, "Ah, flying, flying!"

Overwhelmed by lust yet unable to find satisfaction, Falek was not only sucking on Ronan's balls, but also digging and probing into his anus with one hand and fingers, while occasionally lowering her head, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to push against Ronan's back door.

Falek's toes, encased in black stockings, clenched and stretched repeatedly, pulling the stockings tight and wide at the toes, as if expressing her intense desire in place of her unspeakable mouth.

Under intense stimulation, Canaan involuntarily ejaculated before even reaching orgasm, directly hitting Falek's face.

Even Faith, who was usually quite indifferent before being penetrated, couldn't sit still. After a while of self-touching, she tore open the crotch of her dark brown pantyhose, sat down on Ronan's face, and kept rubbing her large breasts.

A moment later, Ronan said, "It's Faith's turn."

Canaan bent down and hugged Ronan, "No, give it to me, give it to me, let me climax."

Ronan could only forcefully break free, pushing away Ga, who had no intention of leaving his large penis, and then quickly got up and pinned Faith down, beginning to fuck her.

Just before climax, Canaan, having broken free, frantically clung to Ronan's back, rubbing her erect nipples and muddy lips against him. Just like in the past, when Ronan was having sex with Falek, she would engage in mutual fondling with him. At this moment, her mind was filled with lust, releasing the lust that had continued for twenty years. All she wanted was Ronan, the male she deeply loved, was obsessed with, and regarded as her only male, even though the rubbing motion brought her no physical pleasure, even though she could only greedily inhale his masculine scent through her nose.

"Give it to me!" Canaan cried.

Beneath Ronan, Faith moved intensely, holding Ronan's head in her arms like a human woman to her lover, kissing him passionately and wetly. Her long, slender legs, encased in dark brown stockings, were spread wide apart, her toes rubbing tightly against the sheets, enduring and responding to Ronan's relentless onslaught.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Ronan looked up and said, "Faith, you're becoming more and more like a human being."

“Because I’ve fallen in love with you,” Faith replied.

“Is that so?” Ronan said, continuing his heavy bombardment.

Before Faith could respond, Falek opened his mouth and sucked hard on his testicles, as if he wanted to swallow them whole, causing Ronan to stop what he was doing.

“Oh, Fanny, be gentle,” Ronan said to Falek.

Falek relented, growling resentfully, "No flirting! Nobody! There are only lewd monsters here now." As she spoke, she reached out and jabbed Faith's anus several times.

After fondling Faith for a while, Ronan got up and turned around, pulling Falek over. He grabbed her soft, large breasts with both hands, the flesh overflowing between his fingers. With a thrust, Ronan entered Falek once more.

Falek's plump, black-stockinged legs trembled as if electrocuted. "Oh." She was finally satisfied again. Although only twenty minutes had passed, it felt like twenty years had gone by.

With a groan, Falek clung tightly to Ronan, her legs crossed and locked around his waist. The excessive force caused the fleshy calves of her black-stockinged calves to bulge outwards, further emphasizing the plumpness of her legs. In this position, determined not to let Ronan leave again, she endured his relentless thrusting. Her large, voluptuous buttocks, covered in black stockings, were constantly flattened and enlarged under the pressure, only to spring back again.

"Love me, quickly, love me fiercely," Falek shouted, demanding forcefully, his open uterus directly clamping down on the head of his penis.

Ronan pressed down even harder, squeezing the breasts until they were violently deformed, while simultaneously accelerating rapidly.

Soon, Falek's reopening of the palace brought him to a climax.

Ronan didn't linger to savor the pleasure. Instead, he quickly pulled out, stood up, and pressed Canaan against the wall, thrusting into her hard from behind. Canaan's breasts, pressed against the wall, were flattened, the flesh spilling out. Her stockinged feet, resting on the sheets, remained in a squatting position. As Ronan thrust upwards at an angle, her body moved forward and upward. Her tattered, ripped, and soaked transparent stockings barely covered her buttocks, which had been fucked until they were as soft as dough, and her buttocks continued to sway upwards with each movement.

As the climax arrived, *splash*, vaginal fluids splattered, leaving water droplets on the inside of her stockinged legs, and a wet patch on the sheet between her legs.

Ronan quickly withdrew again, turned to Faith, grabbed Faith's ankles in dark brown stockings with both hands, and spread them wide apart, almost into a split. The brown stockings stretched as her legs were stretched, appearing much thinner and more transparent. Ronan thrust into her with a ferocious force, as if he wanted to tear her hips apart. Faith gripped the top edge of the bed back with both hands, looking like she was about to fall apart.

During this intense, vigorous activity, Faith finally reached orgasm.

Ronan pulled out and slumped down on his buttocks. Despite his best efforts to control himself, he hadn't ejaculated yet, but with a couple more stimulations, he would definitely ejaculate.

Falek, Canaan, and even Faith, who wasn't usually very interested in semen, all pounced on him, wanting to suck it out and swallow it. The three of them were unwilling to back down, so they pressed their faces together, mouths open, cheeks hollowing out. Before any real stimulation could be done, just looking at their lewd faces, Ronan couldn't control himself and ejaculated.