Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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In the moment she acknowledged her immorality, she felt as if she had collapsed but also been reborn. The grasslands, Seris, and Ross that were etched into her spirit did not disappear, but rather were no longer severed.

She is reborn, and the ritual of rebirth is sex.

Ronan took off his pants, revealing his erect, thick, long, and menacing penis that was almost touching his lower abdomen and pointing upwards.

Lavana stared blankly. Although they had been married for many years, she had never looked closely at her husband's manhood. Every time her husband proudly proclaimed how magnificent he was, she would just agree. But at this moment, she was certain that her husband's manhood was not nearly as exaggerated as the one in front of her.

It's over 20 centimeters long, and the thickest part may be over 5 centimeters in diameter. It doesn't look like a meat stick, but rather a meat club.

With a wave of his hand, Ronan swept away the grass seeds, grass clippings, leaves, and withered branches, creating a neat lawn that looked as if it had been trimmed by a gardener. Then, with a pull, a tug, and a press, Ronan pinned Lavana to the ground. Without removing her tight pants, he merely tore a piece at the crotch, pulled her underwear aside, and then thrust his erect penis against her opening.

Ravana's breathing became rapid again.

Ronan did not immediately penetrate her. Instead, he leaned down, kissed her, and then slowly squeezed in.

Ugh, Ravana was in pain, but she couldn't clench her teeth and endure it while kissing. She could only instinctively grab Ronan's back with her hands, her nails digging deep into his skin.

At this moment, her legs were neither tightly closed nor open, swaying as if she were trembling.

Ronan's lips left Lavana's, moving between her cheeks and neck, while his lower body continued to advance and squeeze in little by little. "Lavana, you're so tight down there, but surprisingly elastic, you can totally accommodate it." Lavana could only respond with a soft "hmm" to Ronan's words.

As he spoke, Ronan straightened up and placed his hands on Lavana's thighs. Through the soft and smooth fabric of her tight pants, which was like extremely thick stockings, he stroked and kneaded her thighs, feeling the strong and beautiful legs with highly defined muscles.

Then, Ronan interlocked his fingers with Lavana's, pulled her hands, and began to thrust into her. Lavana's legs finally wrapped around him, naturally squeezing tightly.

Ronan simply leaned down again, increasing the force and speed. Stimulated, Lavana's legs instantly intertwined and wrapped around Ronan's waist. Her shoes had long been kicked off, and her white stockings had been torn off by Ronan. Her long, muscular calves were taut, and the muscles in her legs were even more powerful under the thick, black stockings. Her big feet were arched, and her big toes were pointing forward, making the toes of the stockings slightly transparent.

The large penis thrust in and out of the vagina, pounding and pounding violently. The thick labia constantly turned outward and inward, and the vaginal fluid overflowed, wetting the surrounding pubic hair, making a continuous slapping sound.

"These legs, these buttocks, it feels so good to ram into them, oh, so good." Ronan couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure, his hands grabbing Lavana's proud, full, bulging breasts, squeezing them until they were deformed. "Lavana, how is it?"

Lavana did not answer.

Ronan's lips curled into a wicked smile, and with a full-force thrust, he plunged the penis all the way to the very core of her flower, causing Lavana to scream with a loud "Ouch!" Her face instantly contorted in pain. "No, it hurts, uh, it really hurts, um, oh..." Lavana groaned.

“Ha, it won’t hurt once you get used to it. You’ll be begging me to do this then,” Ronan replied, then asked, “How about it?”

Lavana still did not answer.

Ronan stopped thrusting. At first, she didn't react, but she quickly felt the lingering urge. She didn't say anything, but looked at Ronan with a pleading expression.

“You can do it yourself, or answer me,” Ronan said.

Lavana, her heart and body both itchy, looked at Ronan. "I don't know how to answer, oh." Before she could finish speaking, Ronan began thrusting again, interrupting her abruptly.

"Then let's make you climax first." Ronan began thrusting and pounding again.

Then he began his deep, spiraling thrusts, each time withdrawing to the entrance and then plunging in again, accompanied by churning, smoothing out every fold in the cavity, squeezing out all the vaginal fluid, and the frequency was so high that white semen was quickly discharged.

Lavana had never experienced anything like this before. Her mind went blank, and she felt wave after wave of heat washing over her body. Her fingers involuntarily dug into the grass and soil, and her thighs squeezed Ronan's waist tightly. With each thrust, she let out a loud "Oh!"

Soon, she felt a surge of heat gathering in her lower abdomen. She instinctively tried to hold it in, but Ronan's thrusting continued, making it increasingly difficult to suppress. It was both painful and pleasurable. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, stop, oh..." Ravana cried out and groaned, her face flushed.

"Impossible," Ronan said through gritted teeth, gripping her thick thighs tightly with both hands and thrusting in with all his might, continuously pounding against her core.

The last urge that couldn't be held back burst forth, and a stream of yin essence shot out, spraying all over the inside of his thighs, making him feel as if he had just ejaculated.

I felt powerless, yet strangely comfortable.

Chapter 1110 Rear Entry is the Main Course, Resilient Legs, A Blast of Violence

New group: 794249469

This pleasurable sensation lasted for a while under Ronan's increasingly frenzied and continuous fucking before gradually disappearing, leaving only weakness, with his legs drooping down, limp and spread apart on the ground.

At this moment, Ronan stopped. "First orgasm, right?" Lavana looked up and took deep breaths for a while before weakly replying, "Mmm."

"I suddenly find you kind of cute," Ronan said with a smile.

Lavana avoided Ronan's gaze and was about to push him away to get up when she suddenly realized that Ronan's thing was still erect and hard inside her. She was surprised and asked, "You, what's wrong?"

"What about me?" Ronan retorted.

Lavana pouted, her voice barely audible, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

In the past, her husband's lovemaking with her would only last ten minutes or so, and it was never as intense as Ronan's. This was the first time she had ever experienced an orgasm, but even though she had orgasmed, Ronan was still hard.

"We've only just begun," Ronan retorted with a smile.

Lavana was somewhat at a loss. Just as Ronan was about to bend down and continue, she reached out to stop him. "I can't do it anymore. How about I... I'll use my hand to get it out for you?"

“What’s wrong with you? You’re perfectly fine. Besides, I haven’t had a proper meal yet,” Ronan said.

"A proper meal?" Lavana asked, puzzled.

“It’s doggy style. Your well-developed, firm buttocks covered with just the right amount of fat, I can’t leave it unfucked.” Ronan said, then asked, “You guys have at least tried doggy style before, right?”

“I’ve been here before,” Lavana replied, suddenly remembering many things. In the beginning of their marriage, her husband especially liked doggy style, but after they met in Ross, he gradually stopped liking it. Later, after she was injured, her husband, with one arm and a rotten leg, wanted to have doggy style, but that time he only penetrated her a few times before he flew into a rage, and from then on, the two of them never had sex again.

"Heh." Ronan chuckled softly, saying nothing more.

Ravana's deceased husband, Soloayu, may have encountered the same problem that Lu Jianling's deceased husband faced long, long ago.

If I remember correctly, Soloayu was a chubby, strong man about 1.7 meters tall. She was happy to have a small husband, while her husband was neither tall nor short.

Lavana wasn't as tall as Lu Jianling, and her husband wasn't short and premature like Lu Jianling's husband. But after Soloayu was injured and disabled, he couldn't exert himself properly. And Lavana's legs were so thick and strong that they could clamp down on him. Realizing that he could no longer control or satisfy his woman, his dignity as a man was shattered.

While Ronan was speculating, Lavana had already turned around, put her hands on the ground, and lay face down with her buttocks sticking out.

In this position, with her glistening, wet, and sticky urine right in Ronan's line of sight, it was clear that Lavana had overcome her shame, at least temporarily.

“You, a strong, mature mare, still need me to ride you,” Ronan said, stepping forward.

"Hurry up and insert it." Lavana's tone revealed a desire to finish quickly and be free. She felt that she really couldn't go on, and Ronan would be done soon too.

Ronan just smiled and didn't say anything, grabbing Lavana's belly.

It's a touch I've never experienced before, from soft to bouncy to hard – that's what muscle definition is.

With a little more force, you can feel the muscle power feedback even more, making you want to grip even tighter.

Ronan thrust in again, and this time, Lavana only let out a soft moan.

As Ronan's penis plunged in and his crotch made contact with Lavana's bulging buttocks, a thought surged within him: to release himself without restraint and to wildly thrust into those muscular, beautiful buttocks.

Once again, this unusually thick and hard penis slowly stretched her open, penetrating a position that hadn't been reached in years. Lavana, who felt she couldn't take it anymore, quickly began to crumble, her desire for release crumbling. She simply couldn't believe what was happening to her, how she could be so lewd.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Ronan, who was squatting in a horse stance, began to work his load rapidly, diagonally downwards like a pile driver.

How come it's even stronger than before? Lavana simply couldn't believe it.

Soon, she lost all ability to think; pleasure rushed straight to her head.

Ronan switched to a kneeling position, grabbed Lavana's slightly thick but muscular waist with both hands, and began to thrust violently.

Under the sudden surge, Lavana began to howl in pain, as if she couldn't bear it any longer.

However, her body did not sway violently like a small boat in the waves; her muscular legs trembled with each impact, and her breasts jiggled very little.

Ronan slapped Lavana's buttocks with a crisp crack. "These buttocks are really strong at withstanding impact. You said you couldn't do it anymore, but aren't you enjoying it right now?" As he spoke, Ronan's penis head began to thrust repeatedly, reaching straight to her core.

"How big is your dick? Does it feel good to be fucked?" Ronan questioned. In the past, even when playing role-playing games with Gran, he would almost never say such low-class lecherous things, but now he did.

"Not going to talk, huh? If you don't answer, I'll pierce your cervix." Ronan grabbed Lavana's buttocks again and thrust as deep as he could.

Ronan grabbed Lavana's legs and pulled them back while thrusting forward as if to tear Lavana's crotch apart. "Aren't you going to talk? You're just trying to provoke me, aren't you? You just want to be fucked through, right?"

"Oh, oh, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore, it's so big, so big, ah, so good, so good." Lavana responded, partly wanting Ronan to stop his violence, because it was the first time she had been violated like this, and it was really painful, and partly from her own heart, because while she was in pain, she was also experiencing continuous pleasure.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lavana felt like she had just acted like a slut, but after a wave of shame, she felt a sense of emptiness and relaxation, and began to completely immerse herself in the pleasure of sex.

Having received a response, Ronan returned to his normal rhythm and intensity, continued for a while, and then ejaculated, spraying in more than a dozen streams of thick, white fluid. He paused for a moment, then withdrew and sat on the ground to rest.

Lavana lay face down on the ground, her well-developed thigh muscles contracting and expanding, the labia of her large vagina opening opening and closing, squeezing out streams of thick semen.

After a short while, Ronan asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Why?" Ravana asked, puzzled.

"Why what?" Ronan retorted.

Lavana rolled over. "Why did you suddenly become like a low-level thug at the end?"

“Because sometimes people just need to be a little lower-class. Don’t you feel much more relaxed now?” Ronan asked with a smile.

Lavana paused, reflecting on the last part, and realized it was indeed as Ronan had said, but she didn't understand why she had relaxed. "Why?"

Ronan shrugged. "There's no reason. If you insist on an explanation, I can only say that, in my understanding, sex is a means for superhumans to maintain their animalistic nature. And right now, you might need to be a little rough and degrading. After the bestial act, you'll relax. Also, when I first touched your muscular and beautiful body, I had a strong urge to be rough with you."

"Is that so?"

"Don't think too much, just enjoy yourself," Ronan said with a smile, leaning in to caress her.

Chapter 1111 I am Ronan, awkward moment, and you too can live forever.

After a period of caressing, Ronan put on his pants and flew away, returning with a set of clothes and shoes for Lavana to change into.

A white two-piece underwear set, an apricot-gray pastoral-style dress, a woolen vest, black pantyhose, and a pair of ribbed mid-length black cotton socks.

A pair of brown suede bison leather round-toe high-top logging boots.

Ronan sat down under the tree and looked at Ravana, who had just changed her clothes and shoes. "Now that we've come this far, there's something I need to tell you. My name is Ronan, Ronan Artes."

"Huh?" Lavana's first reaction was bewilderment.

After a moment, she realized that Ronan must be a celebrity.

That makes sense. Ronan is so amazing. Not only is he strong himself, but his lover also possesses technology that might be even more advanced than that of the Ross government. He should be very famous.

But she really had never heard of it.

Is it because there are too many French people named Ronan?

Seeing that Lavana didn't show any sudden realization or exclaim that she was Ronan, but instead looked completely confused.

Ronan was like an old man who was proud of his place in history and had a wicked sense of humor. He introduced himself to a child, wanting to see what kind of expression the child would have, but the child acted as if he had never heard of him before.

He was completely dumbfounded.

After a moment of silence, Ronan could only adopt a nonchalant tone, as if he didn't care at all, "It seems that your adoptive father, who speaks Seris, hasn't told you much history, especially about superhumans."

Ronan's presence in history was deliberately downplayed by the Seres, which is normal, since Ronan was a foreigner and a member of the royal family of a Western country that was hostile to Seres.

Moreover, back then, Ronan was nominally just a secretary-general, and he didn't deliberately seek fame. After the founding of the country, he retired directly, so it wasn't difficult to downplay his presence.

However, his presence cannot be erased in the history of the superhuman realm.

He pioneered an educational system that uses open and fair examinations as the selection criteria, artificial talent as a reward for excellence, and subsequent magical body power as the main learning content. To this day, the textbooks of extraordinary schools in major countries cannot do without the name Ronan.

Just ask me, who else?

"However, it's understandable. You were only considered a marginal figure among the marginalized in the superhuman group. If it were someone of a higher level, upon hearing my name and seeing Falek, Canaan, and the others, they would probably immediately guess who I am."

Ronan sighed as he spoke, a sigh that was both a consolation and a self-consolation.

But at the same time, Ronan kept glancing at Lavana out of the corner of his eye; he still felt that Lavana should know him.

"Wait, I think, I think I remember..." Ravana recalled something, and upon careful thought, she really did remember Ronan, whom her adoptive father had once mentioned. "But, but that person lived more than a hundred years ago, could it be...?"

That's right, that's more like it.

Ronan asked deliberately, "Could it be what?"

"Could the legendary method of achieving immortality be true?" Lavana asked in disbelief.

“Of course it’s true. After eliminating us, there are probably only a dozen or so immortals left in the world,” Ronan said.

Lavana could hardly believe that immortals actually existed, and in such large numbers.

Ronan, however, didn't think it was too much at all.

Although the method of achieving immortality did not truly spread and was not widely known, Ronan passed it on to several seventh-tier individuals back then, gaining them a great deal of favor. Of course, those seventh-tier individuals who obtained this secret method would not pass it on to outsiders. However, some seventh-tier individuals eventually succeeded in achieving immortality, and since seventh-tier individuals are not completely reclusive, it is impossible for immortality to remain completely unknown.

Immortality does not mean immortality. Most people wouldn't care if they knew that, but there are seven other levels.

Rather than inviting trouble, it's better to do someone a favor.

Therefore, among top-tier extraordinary individuals, the method of achieving immortality is not a secret. As more people know about it, rumors will inevitably circulate.

In over a hundred years, only a dozen or so people have succeeded. Is that a lot? No, it's not.

"So, you really are Ronan?" Lavana asked again, finding it hard to believe.

“Yes,” Ronan replied.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Ravana was stunned; the fact was simply too shocking.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked.