Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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She was extremely nervous at that moment.

Ronan shook his head. "If you can't relax, then think about the things you hate and bring them on me."

Lavana tried her best. Although she couldn't really treat Ronan as an enemy, she did feel a surge of fighting spirit. After a few seconds of silence, she charged towards Ronan.

A distance of several tens of meters is covered in less than a second.

The next instant, Lavana closed in, wielding her long curved sword. Ronan dodged, parrying the blow with his sword in a backhand motion, while simultaneously aiming a leg at the horse's joint. The centaur that Lavana had transformed into was far tougher than an ordinary horse, with a full-body armor and a superhuman defensive membrane. The muscles and bones of the horse's leg were also many times stronger than those of an ordinary horse. Even without the armor, with the membrane closed, a musket shot might not even be effective.

But a joint is a joint, and Ronan is Ronan.

This kick twisted Maravana's joints, sending her sprawling. Before she could even react, Ronan's sword tip was already in front of her eyes. "Your centaur form is only good for mobs. Go back to human form and try again."

After saying that, Ronan sheathed his sword.

Ravana transformed back into human form, got up, and limped to the side. After catching her breath and recovering somewhat from her injuries, she attacked again.

Lavana used every trick in the book: a backhand slash, a side slash, a double-blade attack, and a coordinated assault from above and below. Ronan, however, stood still, one hand in his pocket, the other wielding his sword to defend, looking completely relaxed.

"Your poor swordsmanship isn't the biggest problem; the real issue is your weak foundation. Superhumans have very sharp senses and exceptionally strong dynamic vision, but at your level, which is only third tier, you can easily strike twenty times per second. Top-notch dynamic vision will limit your reaction time, forcing you to rely on magic to perceive things. And at higher levels, even magic perception becomes a limitation. Of course, you don't need that for now."

That refers to the Art of Guiding, which is to act before the mind. It is not a set of steps such as perception, command, and action, but rather to use the opponent's every movement, aura, and fluctuation to guide oneself. It is an automatic and precise evasion and counterattack that bypasses the steps of perception and command.

Many years ago, Dinia, who had just reached the seventh level, was brutally beaten by Lavigne, who had mastered this technique. Back then, Ronan and Dinia were able to push another "Ronan" to the final stage by relying on this technique.

Of course, Ronan didn't use such advanced techniques at this moment; he just used the most basic senses to block.

"That's enough for now." With that, Ronan swung his sword and kicked Lavana away. "The next week will begin special training."

Now that we've chosen her as a tool and invested so much in her, we naturally need to polish her well and make her even more useful.

She can still have a transplant, but it's unnecessary; mastering the basics is what's essential.

The special training program consisted of two parts. One involved dodging bullets, which Alice would handle. Her summoned magic guns could fire bullets with speeds exceeding one kilometer per second, and she could summon multiple guns in different locations over a wide area to create crossfire. Meanwhile, Ravana could defend, but was not allowed to use her human form; instead, she would train in her centaur form.

The other program was close-quarters unarmed combat, not for martial arts training, but for developing perception and reaction skills, and incidentally, resilience. Ronan personally supervised this program because while others were closer to her in rank, they lacked Ronan's control. A single mistake could leave her bedridden for days, making training impossible.

Ronan won't stay in the New World forever.

The special training for Lavana was just a side project, because during this time Falek and the others needed to prepare and organize some things and put them in the spaceship.

The next stop is the Kazakh Khanate, where we'll try to find the person behind the two potions that were spread in the capital of Rus'. If we find them, great; if not, it's okay. Next, we'll go to Seris to meet up with Lu Jianling and Guo Hanlu.

Working on two parallel projects, Falek and her team were simultaneously creating what Ronan had proposed and organizing what they needed to take with them.

On the other side, Lavana was undergoing special training, but the first day's results were not good. It can only be said that Lavana's dual personality of a gentle wife and a confused girl made it impossible for her to fully concentrate. There was no other way, so Ronan could only tell Alice to be tougher, and he himself had to be tougher, hitting her hard so that she would have to concentrate all her energy to complete the training.

Subsequently, the training became more effective.

Time flies, and a week has passed.

Ronan went to Ravana's room where she was staying alone, and before leaving, he had a few questions to ask.

Although Ravana had previously insisted on following them, seeking revenge, and going to Seris, the contradictions in her heart have gradually dissipated, and her inner knot has been almost untied. Ronan wants to ask her one last question.

Chapter 1107 Tight Pants, Muscular Bodies, "Thank You"

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When Ronan came to find Lavana, she wasn't in her room, but was exercising in the open space outside.

Ravana wore a tight-fitting long-sleeved top, and her lower body clothing looked similar to that of fitness women in Ronan's original timeline: tight black stretchy pants, similar in style to workout pants. However, since artificial elastic fibers had not yet been invented, the pants were made of a blend of elastic magical silk and magical cotton threads. Strictly speaking, these were also stockings, but they were thick and dense, and not see-through. On her feet were a pair of white ribbed stockings. Her shoes were rubber-soled soft leather training shoes that Ronan copied from German training shoes. He originally gave them to Agustina, who loved fitness, as a gift, and a hundred years later, they had become widely known.

With her back to Ronan, Lavana has large, well-developed, prominent glutes and thick thighs with clearly defined leg muscles. Tightly wrapped in black leggings, it's impossible not to fantasize about what it would feel like to have those glutes and thighs clamp down on someone.

Lavana was doing strength training, placing metal balls of different weights on a 1.5-meter-high cylindrical stone pillar with a concave center. The first ball weighed 200 kilograms. Only one in ten thousand mortals, a superhumanly strongman as burly as a small mountain of flesh, could barely lift and place it. But for her, this was just the beginning. The last ball weighed a ton.

Of course, it was a piece of cake for Ronan. He could lift a ball weighing a ton with one hand and throw it far away with a little force. The trajectory was almost invisible to the naked eye within hundreds of meters. He would stand at the landing point before the ball fell and catch it with one hand.

At this moment, Lavana was moving the third 600-kilogram ball in the middle. She squatted down and hugged the ball, her full and strong gluteal muscles stretching her tight pants to a shine. Holding the ball tightly, she used her waist and legs to stand up, her highly defined and strong thigh muscles bulging out, as if about to burst through the elastic tight pants. She lifted the ball up, leaned back, and the calf muscles above her long Achilles tendon bulged hard. Her arms and back, which originally had no obvious muscle lines, also showed muscle lines at this moment.

Ronan watched as Lavana finished her round of practice before coming over with a cup of milk tea and handing it to her. "Practicing this is actually not very useful for you, and besides, you're still injured."

Lavana has taken a lot of bullets and punches these days.

Not to mention her skin and flesh, she must have broken countless bones. It's just that she's a superhuman and a shapeshifter with the strongest body adjustment and recovery ability, which is why she looks so healthy and energetic.

Lavana gulped down the milk tea Ronan handed her and replied, "I gain weight easily. I'm used to it, and when I'm in a bad mood, exercising like this always helps a lot."

"Oh," Ronan said, indicating that he understood.

"Have I disappointed you?" Lavana asked.

"Haha, you're actually pretty good."

"Your previous perception training was just a kind of pre-job training, targeting assassins who only aimed to kill one target at a time, not those who could form an army of bullets by themselves, nor those who possessed strong close combat abilities. After all, if it were really a group of superhumans or a few strong individuals, they wouldn't expect a bodyguard like you to be effective."

"Ultimately, you haven't received a truly extraordinary education. You're just getting extra lessons now, so it's normal that you don't seem to be making much progress."

"In fact, you have basically corrected your bad habits and gradually developed combat awareness, which means you have already quickly achieved the purpose of the special training."

Ronan said, with a hint of praise in his voice.

He didn't expect Lavana to have any fighting ability; he just hoped she wouldn't be threatened by small fry or unable to dodge the aftershocks of a stronger opponent in an emergency. Lavana pursed her lips, pleased, but tried her best not to show it. Ronan casually leaned against a stone pillar. "Let's get down to business. We're preparing to leave here and go to the Kazakh Khanate. What are your plans?" "I'll go with you," Lavana answered with unusual determination.

Ronan asked, "What about your two children?"

"It's better for them to stay here. It's safer here, unlike Luo, which is in chaos. There's no food shortage, there are regular schools, and many peers. Plus, there's mature conversion technology here, so they can at least find decent jobs and start their own families. And with you guys here, I can get back quickly too."

Ravana said that she was no longer in a state of obsession that overwhelmed her as she had been a few days ago, but had made a choice after careful consideration.

"Uh, that's good, but do you have money?" Ronan suddenly asked.

Lavana's expression tightened.

Seeing that the other party was so easily amused, Ronan laughed immediately, "Haha, just kidding. Don't worry, we will cover all the expenses for your children. Not to mention that you are very important to us, just the fact that you are a third-level superhuman is worth this price."

Although due to artificial talents and the transplantation of magical artifacts, the value of low- to mid-level extraordinary individuals has significantly decreased compared to over a hundred years ago, only...

Those at the higher ranks remain as prestigious as they were back then, but those at the third rank are not low either. They can no longer be local tyrants like they were more than a hundred years ago, or build a decent business in a big city. However, they can still provide a comfortable life for themselves and their families without any problem.

Even now, more than 90% of people are still ordinary. After all, artificial talents are very expensive. Apart from special channels, they generally need to go through three stages: recommendation, examination, and review. This is something written into the agreement of several major countries in the world. To put it bluntly, strictly controlling the number of superhumans is one of the few consensuses among major countries.

“Thank you,” Ravana said, bowing.

Ronan waved his hand, "No need to thank me, it's all because you have value."

"I... I still want to thank you." Lavana stammered, then looked down, looked up to see Ronan, and looked down again.

Ronan chuckled. "That's what I meant."

Ravana, who was almost as tall as Ronan, nodded slightly. "Mm." The moment she nodded, Ronan picked her up, and the next moment, he had already flown Ravana into a dense forest.

"This, here?" Lavana was momentarily surprised and nervous.

Ronan chuckled. "Is there a problem? You and your late husband didn't actually try it on the grasslands, did you?"

"I... of course I've tried." Lavana hesitated for a moment, then answered somewhat weakly that she had tried. In fact, she hadn't. After their marriage, there were several times when her husband wanted to come directly to her on the grasslands, but she insisted on returning to her tent. Now, facing Ronan, who must have a wealth of experience, she inexplicably wanted to act like an experienced wife.

Ronan, suppressing a laugh, suddenly circled around and hugged Lavana from behind. Lavana felt as if she'd been electrocuted, instinctively wanting to resist, but she managed to hold back. Ronan sniffed her closely, and Lavana immediately closed her eyes. "No, not here. I'm still sweaty. Let's go to the room tonight."

“You’re only slightly sweaty, and you still smell of soap on you, so it’s quite pleasant.” Ronan said, grabbing Lavana’s large breasts with both hands. They were just as big as Falek’s, not as soft, but even more bouncy.

Lavana could only hold back and remain silent.

Chapter 1108 The gradually softening wife, lust and shame, repeated foreplay

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Ravana's long-sleeved bodysuit fit her perfectly, and the fabric of her full-cup bra underneath was very thin. Even through Ronan's breasts, she could feel the movement of his fingers.

The lust within her at that moment was like the embers beneath a pile of ashes and charcoal, suddenly igniting and burning. At the same time, her shame, like falling raindrops, tried to extinguish this flame. But the raindrops were too small and too scattered; instead of extinguishing the fire, they exploded with sparks, scattering onto the surrounding grass. In the blink of an eye, the field, full of wild grass and withered trees, burst into flames, engulfing the entire area. Meanwhile, an even stronger sense of shame transformed into a torrential downpour, attempting to extinguish the fire.

Ronan couldn't sense Ravana's inner thoughts; all he could feel was her labored, heavy, and hot breathing, like someone with a cold and fever, and her unusually tense and stiff muscles.

He didn't stop rubbing her breasts; instead, he reached inside and teased her nipples, causing Lavana to gasp softly. At the same time, the tent he had erected in his pants slid up and down between the cleft of Lavana's large buttocks, which were encased in her tight pants, and rubbed against her.

As her lust intensified, so did her sense of shame. The two clashed, and Lavana's consciousness became increasingly confused. She gradually began to lose the sensation of Ronan's physical stimulation, and her tense muscles gradually returned to normal.

Muscles that are normally developed, even if they look very hard, are still bouncy and soft when relaxed. Lavana, on the other hand, felt limp and powerless.

After noticing that Lavana's body was relaxed, Ronan pushed her against a tree trunk. Lavana's body went limp and she quickly began to slide down. Ronan pressed down on her and kissed her directly.

The sudden kiss jolted Ravana awake, a surge of intense shame washing over her. Her body tensed once more, and she instinctively struggled, trying to push Ronan away, but to no avail.

After kissing for a long time, Ronan finally pried open Lavana's lips with his tongue. Lavana resisted a little, but she knew that she had given it her own choice. However, she had never experienced such a wet kiss before. She could only clumsily open her mouth to avoid her teeth scraping Ronan. Her tongue wanted to cooperate and also wanted to avoid him, which made her very uncomfortable.

After a long while, her tongue and Ronan's tongue began to intertwine, a sensation she had never experienced before that made her body burn.

My big toe was clenched tightly inside the shoe.

The leggings were once stretched taut by the bulging muscles of my legs, causing uneven coloring and making some areas almost see-through.

Because of her clumsy kissing skills, both of them secreted a lot of saliva. When their lips parted, instead of a stringy kiss, a large amount of saliva dripped down.

Ronan spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Ravana's teeth still managed to scrape Ronan's tongue.

"I'm sorry, I, uh." As Lavana was apologizing, Ronan suddenly touched her lower body, causing her to let out a moan.

"Ha, it's my fault. I never expected you to be like this. I really can't imagine how you and your husband live." Ronan said with a smile, pressing his body down again. One hand continued to knead his full and firm breasts, while the other hand reached into his tight pants and began to rub and tease them through his underwear.

Lavana was pressed against Ronan, unable to escape his constant assault. She shrank back, her knees slightly bent, her thighs tightly clenched, her strong thigh muscles bulging, and her feet turned inward.

Her hesitant and unable-to-retreat posture only fueled Ronan's desire to violate her. He withdrew his hand, then slipped it directly into her panties, running a finger along her pubic hair to her labia.

I don't know when it started, but the area between my lips was already moist. Ronan used his fingertips to pry open my lips and easily slipped inside.

"Ah!" Lavana cried out, instinctively grabbing Ronan's wrists with both hands, trying to move them away, but she didn't use any strength at all.

"Uh, so tight," Ronan exclaimed.

Lavana was tight, but not as tight as Zhao Yingqi's. Ronan's exclamation stemmed from Lavana's powerful pelvic floor muscles, honed from years of squatting exercises. Her thighs were still clenched, incredibly strong; he could feel the powerful envelopment with just one finger. Ronan found it incredibly stimulating and suddenly ripped Lavana's top and bra, causing her breasts to pop out. He immediately pressed his head against hers, opened his mouth, and began to suckle and lick her nipples.

The unprecedented stimulation caused Lavana to cry out "Ugh!" as her body relaxed. Ronan's hand then inserted a second finger, which began to thrust and probe, stimulating her to cry out "Oh!" again.

Ronan opened his mouth and lifted his head. The nipple he was sucking and licking was already engorged with blood, with a bright red bud about the size of a little finger. "You're so sensitive, it's really not like a wife with two children." Before Lavana could answer, Ronan pressed his head against hers again and began sucking on the other nipple.

Lavana leaned against the tree trunk, her neck craned, her eyes half-closed. At this moment, her upper body was truly limp, only her thighs remained taut, tightly gripping Ronan's two fingers. But no matter how tightly she gripped, the inside of the hole was soft flesh, and Ronan's fingers could still move.

Huff, huff, Lavana breathed rapidly, her chest heaving.

Ronan relented and looked up, "You're so good at holding your breath, your husband... oh, sorry, I misspoke." Ronan had meant to ask Lavana if her husband could last ten minutes, but he stopped himself halfway through.

Lavana didn't speak; her only reaction was a tightening of her vaginal muscles.

Ronan immediately withdrew his hand, and Lavana's lower body suddenly felt empty. The crotch of her tight pants snapped back and pressed against her genitals, quickly becoming soaked with her juices. Ronan grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing them while flicking her erect nipples with his thumbs. He kissed her again, and this time, Lavana was much more cooperative. It wasn't because she had improved her kissing skills so quickly, but because she was already burning with desire and was gradually being controlled by her lust, instinctively beginning to respond.

The kiss lasted for a while. When their lips parted again, Ravana's previously bewildered hands were now wrapped around Ronan's strong waist. Ronan smiled and said, "Ha, finally you're starting to look like a sensual wife."

The act of lust once more jolted Ravana awake, a surge of intense shame rising within her, her desire subsiding. But reason told her she should cooperate, and she ultimately only slightly turned her face away, her hands never leaving Ronan's waist. Ronan still wasn't ready to penetrate her. The pleasure of tossing this tall, muscular married woman, with her thick thighs, between burning lust and slumped shame far surpassed the pleasure of simply entering her body directly.

Ronan pulled down Ravana's leggings and underwear together, down to near her knees, and then squatted down.

"What are you doing?" Lavana asked in surprise.

"I'll give you a blowjob," Ronan replied casually.

“No, there, and you…” Ravana stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"You're saying it's dirty there, and that I'm of high status, right?" Ronan retorted. "Doesn't that make you happy? Actually, you were happy when you found out I was interested in you, weren't you?"

“I…” Lavana was speechless for a moment.

Chapter 1108 Wanting, Being Able to Clamp, First Orgasm

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Ravana's pubic hair was the most Ronan had ever seen. It was dark flaxen, slightly curly, thick, and lush, covering the entire lower triangle area. To avoid having a mouthful of hair, Ronan put his hands down, spread her legs, and then stuck out his tongue. He didn't rush to insert it, but first used the tip of his tongue to tease and grind the clitoris.

Encountering unprecedented stimulation, Lavana instantly cried out "Ugh!" and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out.

Then, Ronan probed his tongue into the fleshy opening and began to stir it.

Ravana placed her hands on Ronan's head, tilted her head back and stretched her neck, closed her eyes and gently bit her lip. She felt a wave of pleasure coming from below, which stirred up a surge of heat that made her feel hot all over.

She felt comfortable, and also a sense of pride and joy as a woman, because a powerful and intelligent man like Ronan was kneeling and licking her, condescending to give her such favor. However, the physical and mental pleasure was also constantly arousing her sense of shame.

However, under Ronan's relentless assault, her sense of shame could no longer suppress her desires as before. The fact that she held onto Ronan's increasingly weak hands was a testament to how desire was gradually replacing the rationality that carried certain moral principles.

When Ronan felt Lavana begin to gently push his head inward, he knew that the woman had succumbed to his body and mind.

At this moment, Ronan stood up and looked at Lavana. "You want it, don't you? Actually, you've been looking forward to someone who will destroy the peaceful life your adoptive father wanted you to live. When you were just getting out of the grief and anger of your husband's death, you saw me and went into heat. Physical heat is just the surface; it's more about the mind. Do you admit it?"

Ronan posed a probing question.

Such interrogation brought Ravana's sense of shame to its peak. Born on the free yet cruel plains, having absorbed much of the Seresian morality, yet truly maturing in the religious state of Rus, she was ultimately overcome with intense shame. Under such pressure, Ravana finally nodded slightly, "Yes. Yes," she acquiesced.