Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The three of them couldn't open their mouths wide enough to fully swallow the semen, so they immediately opened their hands to support their chins, catching the thick semen dripping from their mouths and cheeks, then licking and savoring it clean in a blissful state. Ronan collapsed onto the bed, not because he was physically exhausted, but because he had just struggled to maintain his composure, adjust his rhythm, and suppress his ejaculation urges to satisfy the three lewd and frenzied men, which left him exhausted.

Having achieved their initial satisfaction, the three exchanged a smile and regained some of their composure.

“Little Fa, you were just being incredibly lewd,” Canaan said.

Falek, in a joking gesture, pinched Canaan's waist and said, "How dare you say that to me, you slut."

Canaan pursed his lips and looked at Faith, "Faith, you're really something." "That's right, Faith, you're too..." Falek chimed in.

Faith looked at the two of them. "Really? No, I didn't yell and say anything extremely vulgar like you two."

"hehe.

Chapter 1104 Talking about Married Women, Secretly Delighted Married Women, Black Stockings and Thick Legs

In the large indoor bath, Ronan, Falek, and another person took a bath together.

Ronan leaned against Falek, the most voluptuous of the three, enjoying Falek's breast pillow and massage. Faith rubbed Canaan's back beside him.

Canaan, looking quite content, closed his eyes and said, "Speaking of that Lavana, she really doesn't look like a grassland person at all."

They traveled the world and saw people from all over the world. Grassland people are generally not tall. Although agriculture and animal husbandry are much more developed than in the past, grassland people still suffer from food shortages. Those who eat better are short and stocky, while the lower-class herders are short and thin. Women like Lavana, who are almost 1.8 meters tall and have low body fat, are really rare.

“She’s not a real human, she’s a hybrid demon,” Falek said. “Even a gorilla would be muscular without exercising.”

Canaan opened his eyes. "But she's mainly known for her muscular legs." "Because she's more of a person," Falek added.

“Ha, that’s true.” Canaan said, then suddenly looked at Ronan. “By the way, Ronan, when did you get this woman? Although she’s not very pretty, and her features aren’t particularly eye-catching, she’s still quite nice, and rather pleasing to the eye. Besides, those legs are something none of us have. Don’t tell me you don’t want to give it a try.”

Falek chimed in, "Just look at her thick fur. Once our Ronan's huge thing goes in, he'll definitely conquer her in no time."

“Indeed,” Faith coldly echoed.

"Can you guys be serious for once?" Ronan was both amused and exasperated. "She just lost her husband."

“Didn’t I also just lose my husband back then?” Falek retorted.

Ronan laughed, "You used the word 'just' well. When I met you, the old Sultan had been dead for over a year, and the War of Succession was already over."

"Don't change the subject, Ronan, just tell me if you're interested or not!" Canaan demanded loudly.

"Could you please keep your voice down? Her room isn't far from here, and her aura is unique. It's not convenient to sense her from a distance if you're not familiar with her. It's not good if someone hears what you're saying," Ronan said.

Faith suddenly interjected, "Want me to help you sense it? My senses aren't about auras." She possessed a subtle, diffused power that could sense any physical entity.

As soon as she said this, Ravana, who had been eavesdropping in the distance, immediately ran back to her room.

Faith's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"What's going on?" Canaan asked Fies.

“It’s nothing, there are just too many wild animals around here,” Faith replied, though her senses had already detected Lavana.

Meanwhile, back in her room, Ravana was panting heavily, as if she had just returned home.

It's like having just finished a long-distance sprint at full speed.

After the fear that had soaked her back with sweat subsided, a sudden surge of joy welled up inside her, because a man like Ronan was interested in her.

The next moment, a strong sense of shame replaced her secret joy, and she slapped herself in the face.

She had no problem repaying Ronan, and she was willing to pay any price, but how could she be secretly pleased just because Ronan was interested in her? She absolutely couldn't do that, she warned herself in her heart.

Ravana took another few rapid breaths before calming down.

She collapsed onto the bed, trying to distract herself from the unhealthy thoughts by recalling some of the good times she had with her deceased husband.

However, such details simply do not exist.

She was never an ignorant and naive grassland girl from the beginning. The harmony between the two in their marriage was because she deliberately imitated the exemplary wives and mothers of Seres that her adoptive father had told her about during her teenage years. However, her adoptive father not only taught her these things, but also shared a lot of knowledge and philosophy with her. This knowledge and philosophy completely separated her spiritual world from her husband's spiritual world.

If nothing unexpected had happened, they might have gradually come together after a few years. However, not long after their marriage, they were forcibly sent to Ross, and the two spent little time together afterward. Her colleagues were all sycophants who bullied their superiors and only cared about their own interests, which made her feel increasingly alienated. After her husband was injured and became depressed, she found it even more difficult to find her place in this world.

She could only numb herself with the idea that being a good wife and a good mother meant being a good person.

“No, no, he died because of me. He was good. Yes, that’s it.” Lavana muttered to herself, but she couldn’t truly accept the words in her heart. She didn’t know why. She had endured the worst period of her husband’s life. How could this be?

At this moment, she felt an urgent desire to communicate with Ronan, because since her adoptive father abandoned her, Ronan was the first person who could answer her questions and resolve her doubts.

After a heavy-hearted dinner, Lavana returned to her room. After thinking it over for a long time, she decided to go find Ronan.

Lavana sat on the bed, slowly putting on the slightly brownish black pantyhose. She spread the toes open with her hands, arched her instep, and pulled them up little by little, finishing her calf. Then she put on the other leg, pulling it over her knee. She stood up, pulled the pantyhose over her ankle and waist, then sat down, lifted her leg to adjust the toes, making sure the pantyhose were wrinkle-free. Finally, she stood up again and tightened them.

Instead of putting on her dress, Ravana looked down at her legs.

The black stockings, which should have been opaque, were stretched to a semi-transparent state by her well-defined and developed leg muscles, especially on her thighs, where the darkness was uneven and the muscle outlines could be vaguely seen.

Lavana wiggled her ankles and deliberately bulged her thigh muscles, watching the stockings change light and dark accordingly, and couldn't help but laugh.

She remembered that her husband initially thought it was great, but after they went to Ross, one time when he came home, he told her to stop exercising, and the meaning couldn't have been clearer. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that even without exercise, she wouldn't become slimmer; she would only develop fat, elephant-like legs, which would be even more unsightly.

And now, there are actually people who like her legs.

Suddenly, Lavana realized something was wrong, shook her head to dispel the thought, quickly put on her dress, and then picked up her boots.

She only wore boots because she wanted to cover her calves, which were rather muscular compared to many women.

After dressing and putting on her shoes and socks, Ravana left the room with a mix of trepidation and excitement, heading towards Ronan's room.

Just as she got close, she heard loud groans and moans coming from inside the room, and she stopped abruptly.

If she guessed correctly, Ronan had slept with all three of them during the day, and now he was doing it again?

Are all high-level powerhouses so intense in this regard?

Lavana stood there for about ten seconds before returning to her room.

Back in her room, she sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't help but stroke her breasts, but dared not get close to her inner thighs, much less her genitals. From the time her husband went to war before he was injured until his death not long ago, she hadn't had sex for more than two years.

She knew her desires were strong, and her husband was clearly stronger than the lovers some of the old maids in the Duke's mansion boasted about. Even so, she had to pretend to be satisfied every time, and she would want it again every few days. But she never masturbated, because she firmly believed that would be a bad start. She had endured this for many years.

Chapter 1105 After Satisfaction, Late-Night Q&A Sessions Untangle the Knot in My Heart

Inside Ronan's room.

After satisfying Falek, Canaan, and Faith once again, Ronan put on a beige fitted T-shirt with a peach-point collar, loose canvas trousers, and a pair of straw sandals, and prepared to leave the room for Lavana.

Falek, lying on her back on the bed, lifted her eyelids. Her legs were naturally spread apart, her wet, sticky pubic hair clumped together. Her labia were slightly swollen, and her anus was not yet closed. The semi-transparent, glossy black stockings on her legs, due to the absence of the slinging and pulling and the previous intense exercise, had slipped down from the middle of her thighs to her knees, wrinkled and making her look even more lewd after the act. She looked at Ronan and asked, "You're not going to do it to her in this state, are you?"

Ronan turned and replied, "I'm just going to have a talk. Don't forget, she came to me while we were doing that."

Canaan lay face down, his face pressed against the pillow. His legs, clad in thick, opaque white pantyhose with numerous holes torn in them, had just stopped twitching. His red, throbbing anus was still drawing out thick semen. He weakly murmured, "It's late at night, who knows?"

Ronan shrugged. "I'm going to help your most important experimental subject with his psychological issues."

Faith leaned against the wall, her chest heaving with each deep breath. One leg was bent at the knee and resting on the bed, while the other was long and straight, her flesh-colored lace stockings stained with water. "The only thing I completely agree with is that she has a mental illness."

"Ha." Ronan chuckled softly and left the room.

Ronan went to Lavana's room and knocked on the door.

After enduring a long period of abstinence from masturbation, Ravana, whose sexual desire had finally subsided, was about to take off her clothes and socks and put on a nightgown to go to sleep when she was startled by the knocking on the door. She then realized that it was Ronan outside.

"Come in," Lavana called softly, getting out of bed and slipping on her hemp slippers. Ronan pushed open the door and entered, but before he could greet her, Lavana stepped aside. "I'll go get you some coffee."

Lavana brewed coffee with the skill of a housewife.

Ronan watched her back, observing her strong legs encased in conservative brown-black pantyhose, a stark contrast to her current domestic, wifely demeanor, and her muscular buttocks that bulged out of her skirt as she stood.

She is indeed a special woman; within her strong and powerful female body lie two completely different souls: that of a stay-at-home wife and a bewildered young girl.

For a moment, neither of them made a sound.

After a while, Lavana brought out two cups of special hot coffee with lots of sugar and cocktails. Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good and refreshing.

"It's delicious. I didn't know you had this kind of skill." Ronan exclaimed in slight surprise.

“You’ll get it after watching a lot,” Lavana replied.

Although her main role as a hired attendant was that of a guard, coachman, and laborer, she also had access to many things. This sweet coffee with alcohol was a favorite drink of the upper class of Rus'. The Rus', who lived in cold regions, loved alcohol and sugar.

"Impressive," Ronan exclaimed again.

“Actually, I can also cook some French dishes. I learned it from the female cook at your house,” Lavana said casually.

“Then your husband and children are in for a treat… uh, sorry, I misspoke.” Ronan stopped mid-sentence and immediately apologized. The woman had lost her husband, and for the past two years, they had been so poor they couldn't even afford white bread, only potatoes. Only before her husband was injured, when the family was relatively well-off, had she had a chance to put her culinary skills to good use.

Lavana's pupils dilated, her heart skipped a beat, she took a deep breath, and shook her head, "It's alright, it's nothing."

As she spoke, Lavana sat down, her posture very restrained, her legs tightly pressed together. Her legs were straight and muscular, and when her black-stockinged legs were pressed together, there was no gap at all, as if they were integrated into one, giving people a striking sensuality.

"By the way, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?" Ronan asked, changing the subject while getting back to the main point.

Lavana's toes, visible through her stockings, clenched nervously. "I... I do have something to ask you," she said. She had intended to say nothing, but the words suddenly came out of her mouth.

She told Ronan about her inner problems.

She has always felt out of place with those around her, including her husband. She even hesitates to educate her son and daughter because of this, fearing that they will become like her, isolated and choosing silence as an outcast.

She desperately wanted to change this, but never knew how.

This is the first question.

The second problem is that she could play the role of a "good person" even when her husband was a terrible person, but after he died and she became a "good person," she...

"But what?" Ronan asked, looking at Lavana who seemed hesitant to speak.

Ravana managed to utter a sentence, "But I can no longer be a good one." She still couldn't bring herself to admit the shameless smugness she felt after overhearing Ronan and the others' conversation.

Ronan stroked his chin. "The first question is actually no longer a question. The fact that you're willing to talk to someone as unfamiliar as me already shows that you're developing the ability to integrate with others."

“No, you’re different,” Lavana argued.

“Okay, I’m different, but what about Falek and the others?” Ronan countered. “Even if they are different, you’re now with us, so you’ve finally secured a place, haven’t you? So the first question isn’t a question.”

Lavana paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and nodded.

Ronan finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp, then interlaced his fingers and stared at Lavana. "As for the second question, ultimately you don't actually agree with the good person principles you've been practicing all these years."

“Impossible!” Lavana retorted vehemently.

"Nothing is impossible. There is more than one 'I' in a person. I guess you understand."

"Ronan said that Ravana's adoptive father was a very irresponsible person in his eyes. He gave a grassland girl a lot of profound advice, but in the end arranged for her to live an ordinary life."

Ravana did understand. She knew about concepts like self and id. Even if she didn't understand them at first, she forced herself to write them down. Later, she continued to read and study in between taking care of her child and working.

"Then, does that mean I'm a shameless person?" Lavana asked, her voice filled with fear.

“Of course not. Does not wanting to play the role of a certain type of good person make you a bad person? There’s no such logic. Besides, the so-called 'good person' may not hold true at different times. For example, if you hadn’t had that attitude of both encouraging and indulging your husband when he first became disabled and depressed, things might not have turned out that way. Sometimes, you have to be a bad person to get a good outcome.” Ronan spoke eloquently. “And like now, if you continue to be so conflicted, it will inevitably lead to bad consequences sooner or later. Of course, I’m not saying you should follow your heart and be yourself, but there’s no need to force yourself.”

In a daze, Ravana felt much lighter again. "Thank you, it's my luck to have met you."

Chapter 1106 Testing New Strength, Special Training, and One Last Question

After answering his questions, Ronan left.

A few days later, Canaan and the others prepared to install magical devices on Lavana again.

This time, the goal is to give her melee combat abilities.

Superhumans are very fast. Even those who are one level lower have a chance to get close to those who are one level higher in a one-on-one situation. If they do not have close combat ability, they are very likely to be defeated by someone who is weaker.

Not everyone is like Dinia, a monster who stands there letting you chop him down, then turns around and kills you with a single blow.

Superhumans are not fragile, but they generally cannot withstand close-range attacks from other superhumans of similar rank.

On the other hand, if you have strong enough close-combat ability and are stronger than your opponent, even if you are facing a group of people who are not much different from you, you can use your speed to get close and take out one or two of them first. Ronan has encountered many sieges in the past, and he broke through the sieges by relying on his ability to break through points.

The transplant went very smoothly.

Because of her special bloodline and the fact that she was equipped with the first machine, Lavana did not experience any adverse reactions after the transplant.

The test was conducted the following day.

On a plain grassland not far from the riverbank.

Ronan stood still, taking on the role of tester. Lavana stood several dozen meters away, the test subject, while Falek and the other two stood on a large rock in the distance to observe. They weren't observing Lavana's performance, since she would definitely be easily defeated by Ronan. What they were observing was the transplanted magical device and her own changes and reactions. Unlike Unit-01, the device she was currently equipped with, like other magical devices in the world, could be replaced, only the type could not be changed.

Ronan casually conjured a short sword and held it in his hand, his expression lazy. There was nothing he could do; although Lavana was now considered a third-tier cultivator, she couldn't even warm him up for a super seventh-tier cultivator like him.

Ravana transforms into a centaur covered in bone armor. Then, with her hands still clenched, a pair of white curved sabers appear. The hilts spread and cover the sabers like parasites, eventually becoming a gauntlet and arm armor connected together, making the two curved sabers tightly integrated with her hands. Even if the sabers or hands break, they will not fall out of her hands.

The centaur-armored female warrior wielding dual swords is enormous, yet she doesn't exude any sense of intimidation.

Lavana did not move. She had only participated in hunting when she was a child. Later, she came to Ross and received combat training, but she was a guard. The main content of the combat training was reconnaissance and protection, not fighting. The little combat training she received was just sparring. At the age of twenty-eight, she had never actually fought a person.