Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Lavana had no objections whatsoever.

She thought that "not good enough" meant that she was not good enough in combat and could not stand alone. She also felt that if she had better combat ability, the situation would not have been like that many days ago.

But what Falek meant by "not good enough" was that she was still far from being a sufficiently excellent artificial superhuman.

"We are going to equip you with a pair of wings that can be easily retracted and deployed. Of course, these are not ordinary wings. They do not require you to provide magic power to maintain them. Their essence is not entirely a magical device, but also an artificial magical spirit. They are half biological and half extraordinary machines that can make you fly. The feathers can spread out to launch attacks, and they can also do other things."

Canaan gave a brief introduction.

This inspiration came from some materials recorded by Luo Chenghao.

It was completed by her and Falek.

The mechanical aspects are Canaan's specialty, while matters concerning the soul are Falek's domain.

This upgrade is not primarily about strengthening Ravana; the more important thing is to explore some issues.

The best way to gain a deeper understanding of something that belongs to someone else, and to explore further and discover other questions, is to use it as a foundation for an experiment. And for the time being, there is no better experimental subject than Lavana. After all, she is a freakish hybrid who is almost immune to side effects when equipped with magical artifacts. If anyone else were to be tested, they would be ruined in no time, unable to withstand any abuse, and it would be a waste of the things they had carefully crafted.

Faith, standing nearby, suddenly made a joke, "They actually just wanted to..."

He just wanted to show off to his daughter.

"Uh." Lavana didn't think of it for a moment.

“She was joking,” Ronan said from the side.

Three days later, Lavana completed a new round of enhancements and reached Tier 4.

A few months ago, she was just a near-blank Tier 1, but now she has entered the ranks of mid-tier extraordinary beings and is considered a strong person by most.

The day before her departure, Lavana was in her room, preparing to take off her clothes and go to sleep, when Ronan walked in.

Lavana asked, somewhat surprised, "Aren't you going to stay with them?"

As Ronan took off his clothes, he said, "I've said everything I needed to say. They're not that strong, but they're not that fragile either. They need some quiet time now."

Lavana nodded, leaned closer, and bent her knees to squat down, but Ronan stopped her with a gesture, "No need, go lie down on the bed."

She obediently climbed onto the bed, lying face down with her back to Ronan.

Ronan took a deep breath, pounced on her, and tore open Lavana's long dress and thick black stockings. Without any foreplay, he thrust into her directly.

After a brutal burst of flesh, Ronan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lavana asked. Although Ronan had just hurt her and disrespected her, she didn't care at all.

Ronan looked out the window and said to himself, "I wanted to vent, but I couldn't. My reason tells me that venting on a woman who is willing to endure is the act of a weak person, and that's just the surface. The deeper reason is that my humanity is starting to fade. In some ways, people shouldn't be so rational, especially at times like this."

Chapter 1146 Upside-down mouth, back door, I never expected you to actually...

Lavana turned her head. "Is it possible that Ronan is overthinking things?"

Ronan paused, then suddenly laughed, "Haha, I never thought I'd be the one getting comforted by you."

Lavana showed a slight dissatisfaction, "Although I don't know as much about the realm of supernatural powers as you do, and I haven't had a proper education, I'm actually quite well-educated. Besides, smart men often need a less intelligent woman to enlighten them."

"You're getting more and more talkative," Ronan said, giving Lavana's firm, taut buttocks hidden in her black stockings a hard pinch.

“I originally…” Lavana was about to say that she wasn’t incapable of speaking, but Ronan’s fingers, through her pantyhose, poked into her anus, and the sudden stimulation interrupted her. “Uh…”

Ronan patted her bottom and said, "Stop talking now, come on, give me a hard time."

"Mm." Lavana responded, preparing to get up and turn to kneel down before Ronan, saying, "Don't move."

Ronan called out to her, then grabbed Lavana's ankles, lifted her upside down, and gently tossed her upwards. He then grabbed her waist, and Lavana was suspended upside down in the air. Her pair of muscular, thick, black-stockinged legs instinctively clamped together, her calves crossed behind Ronan's neck, hanging upside down on him.

The high waistband of the black pantyhose concealed the lower half of her abdominal muscles.

Because of the exertion in her legs, Lavana's thigh muscles stretched the thick black pantyhose around her thighs until they were almost transparent. The area behind her knees was slightly dark, her calves were semi-transparent, and the black pantyhose around her heels and feet were especially transparent.

Lavana's face was directly facing Ronan's erect and hard penis, and between her legs, surrounded by dense, slightly curly brown pubic hair, her vulva, exuding extreme sexual desire, was right in front of Ronan's lower lip, which he could see by lowering his head slightly.

The muscles on the inside of her thighs were full of power, and the bulging groin muscles made the thick black stockings, which should have been opaque, look much thinner, especially at the tip of her thighs, which looked moist and translucent under the light.

"Open your mouth," Ronan commanded.

Lavana opened her mouth and swallowed Ronan's penis. Immediately afterward, Ronan began to thrust his hips and fuck her.

When Ronan fucked her mouth for the first time, Lavana made continuous moaning sounds, feeling like she was drowning and about to suffocate. She kept slapping Ronan's legs with both hands, wanting him to stop and let her catch her breath, but Ronan didn't stop at all. He even used one hand to hold the back of her head, preventing her from spitting out his penis, and continued to fuck her mouth, and it went deeper and deeper.

At its deepest point, she could see the shape of the penis in her throat.

After a long while, Ronan finally let go. Lavana placed her hands on Ronan's thighs, spat out his penis, and began to gasp for breath.

"Is it not working?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Ravana, her head throbbing with blood, was still panting, copious amounts of saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth. "I can." It wasn't just that she didn't want to admit she couldn't, but also because before Ronan released her, she had felt a strange pleasure amidst the suffocating sensation, as if Ronan's large penis had filled her entire skull, leaving her with nothing but his penis in her consciousness.

After catching her breath for a moment, Ravana swallowed the penis again once her breathing had calmed down.

This time, Ronan not only thrust his hips forward, but he also lowered his head and began to suck on the fleshy lips, sucking roughly as if he wanted to draw out all the flesh inside the vagina.

Lavana felt a warm current in her lower abdomen that wanted to escape, but it couldn't escape because she was upside down, so it was stuck there and she felt very uncomfortable.

She kept moaning and even started hugging Ronan's thighs with both hands, actively performing oral sex to try to relieve the feeling of being held back.

On a pair of firm, round, and large breasts, the two nipples were already erect, exaggeratedly large, about the size of two little fingers, extremely lewd.

Her muscles, under Ronan's constant stimulation, have gradually transformed into erotic flesh.

After a while, Ronan finally put Lavana down. Lavana lay face down on the bed, her strong, muscular legs no longer tense and became soft and supple.

Ronan looked at the full, perky black stockings that were lying down, and said, "It's time to deflower you."

"Deflowering?" Lavana was momentarily surprised.

She was no longer a virgin. Although the first time Ronan's huge thing penetrated her, it hurt even more than losing her virginity, and it was inserted into a place her ex-husband had never touched.

"It's inserted into the anus." Ronan was very crude and blunt.

Lavana instinctively recoiled, "Could you...?"

“No.” Ronan rejected it. “Don’t worry, we’ve already done it a few times before. Lie down.”

Lavana grabbed the pillow, ready to bite it at any moment. Ronan reached out with both hands, pried open the flesh, and pulled the tightly closed anus open horizontally. The head of his penis was placed at the entrance and began to squeeze in little by little.

Ravana gritted her teeth and gripped her toes tightly.

Ronan did not immediately insert it, but instead used his hand to continuously slap the firm, black-stockinged buttocks, creating wave after wave of trembling flesh.

Then came the teasing. Even though Lavana was consciously prepared to accept it, her buttocks were still swaying, and she instinctively wanted to dodge.

Ronan gripped her black-stockinged buttocks with both hands to hold them in place, and the glans of his penis forced its way into her narrow anus, slowly and firmly penetrating her full buttocks.

As it was slowly pushed in, Lavana initially felt a tearing pain, followed by a swelling, and then a burning sensation that rushed from her back to her stomach.

She couldn't help but hug the pillow, close her eyes tightly, and bury her head in it, biting down hard.

Ronan, in a horse stance, inserted halfway, paused for a while, and then began to slowly thrust in and out.

As soon as the thrusting began, Lavana's legs, tightly encased in black stockings, started to swing up and down incessantly, her heels hitting Ronan repeatedly, and her insteps kicking the bed.

After a while, Ronan thrust deeper and deeper, and Lavana looked up, "Ugh, it hurts, hiss, oh, ah, it hurts..."

She cried out in pain, then let out a comfortable groan, her gluteal muscles tensing and hardening at times, then relaxing and softening at others.

Not only did the anticipated excruciating pain, like being torn in two, not occur, but the pain was now mixed with a tingling, full feeling and a faint, almost imperceptible pleasure. A comfortable warmth rose from her rectum and spread outwards, her vagina already a muddy mess.

The shame that had been absent from Lavana's heart for a long time resurfaced.

She suddenly felt both pleasure and shame at being sodomized.

But this sense of shame further fueled the pleasure.

Ronan felt even more comfortable. At first, the narrow anus seemed to tightly grip his penis like a rubber band, while the hot rectum squeezed in from all sides, as if trying to strangle and crush this rude intruder.

Then, the intestinal flesh began to wriggle abnormally.

What truly gave Ronan pleasure was Lavana's reaction; she was enjoying it.

Ronan leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Na, I didn't expect you to enjoy it so much on your first time. Others usually only get this much after many times. It seems your body is naturally suited for anal rape." After saying that, Ronan increased the intensity and began thrusting even faster.

With a flap, a pair of metal wings suddenly burst out from Ravana's back.

Chapter 1147 The black-stockinged muscles softened and the tired beauty once again became bait.

Ronan never expected that Ravana in human form would suddenly sprout these wings. They were much smaller than the metal wings in her centaur form, but when fully extended, the wingspan exceeded two meters.

Clearly, this was because Ravana had not yet truly mastered this new, intricately constructed, and still-living graft. In her confused and extremely excited state, the wings went out of control.

Ronan coated his hands with a layer of magic, like protective gloves, and then grabbed the wings.

He grabbed the wings, pulling them back while thrusting forward at breakneck speed, pumping even more violently into the anus.

Ronan, pulling on the wings, leaned back, becoming even faster and more powerful.

The muscular manhood, encased in thick, ripped black stockings, was repeatedly flattened during penetration and then bounced back and trembled during withdrawal.

His once strong and powerful gluteal muscles were all softened by fucking.

Ravana's entire body was also leaning backward, changing from a kneeling position to a kneeling standing position.

A pair of large, white breasts stood erect, the muscles in the upper thighs stretched, and the thick black stockings stretched along with them, becoming even more translucent. The legs were spread apart as she knelt, and the black stockings on her calves stretched a clear muscle line due to the taut muscles of her calves. The insteps of her black-stockinged feet pressed against the bed, and the stockings at the heels of her large feet became even more transparent.

Her entire body trembled violently under Ronan's intense thrusting. Her thick thighs, barely covered by the tattered black stockings, her firm buttocks, waist, breasts, and head were all shaking rapidly. Such a large, such a well-built body looked as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Under the slightly yellowish white light of the gas lamp, her skin was snow-white. The thick black stockings, which were already uneven in brightness and luster due to the lines of her legs, were lightly coated with a silk-like sheen by the violent, high-frequency shaking and trembling. And with the movement, the sheen flowed.

Especially because the stockings accentuate the fleshy outer sides of the thighs and calves, their sheen is quite noticeable.

The stockings at the toes were so tight they were almost translucent, revealing the toes clearly, as if they were about to burst out.

An unprecedented sense of fullness, the strange sensations aroused by shame, and the masochistic pleasure of being abused by someone she was grateful to and admired combined to leave her mind blank. She no longer felt like she was being repeatedly pounded in her intestines by that thick, long, hard penis, but rather like a large pillar was being thrust straight into her brain and stirring inside.

She was so excited that she kept yelling and screaming that she was completely unaware of her own appearance.

Without realizing it, one hand began to knead her breasts, kneading them until they were deformed, while the other hand rapidly stroked the labia of her lower body, causing her to splatter with vaginal fluid.

After several more minutes, Ronan sped up again at the last moment, ejaculating without any restraint. He could even feel the thick liquid shooting out in a column, which made his penis throb painfully. The liquid seemed to be scalding hot.

At this final moment, Lavana, who was being relentlessly bombarded, also experienced an unprecedented climax. Unable to control the magic power at her current level, the uncontrollable magic power leaked out and tore through her stockings, leaving her black pantyhose riddled with tears and rips. Her large feet also broke through the stockings, exposing them to the air.

After ejaculating, Ronan collapsed onto the bed, and Lavana followed suit, falling onto him as well.

After a long while, Ravana got off Ronan, and the limp worm that had been inserted into her anus was pulled out. Instantly, a large amount of thick semen flowed out from her back. Her slightly open anus contracted and squeezed out two more streams.

At the same time, Ronan, who had recovered first, also got up, hugged her from behind, and began to caress and kiss her.

For some reason, Ronan thought Lavana looked rather beautiful at that moment.

Ravana's facial features are not like those of many Westerners, with high noses and deep-set eyes. She has a touch of Eastern softness in her features. Her face is not particularly stunning, but it is very pleasing to the eye. Her eyebrows and eyes have a slightly tough look. Her temperament is like that of an ordinary wife who is a professional woman. But at this moment, after being thoroughly ravaged by Ronan, her temperament is like that of a female mounted police officer who has just finished a hard day's work, a series of fierce battles, worked up a sweat, and even had her stockings torn. She has finally returned to the locker room, where she can take off her uniform and boots, relax her feet, and rest for a while.

There is a kind of weary beauty.

"I suddenly think you're quite good-looking," Ronan whispered.

"Huh?" Lavana exclaimed in surprise.

She always felt that her attraction to Ronan as a woman was probably her body, which many men wouldn't consider attractive.

Ronan smiled. "Your reaction is quite cute too."

Lavana didn't know what expression to make. She was a woman nearing thirty, was she cute?

Ronan seemed to be able to read minds. "Although I am actually less than a hundred years old, I am much older than you. I am old enough to be your grandfather's grandfather. Moreover, you are a somewhat naive and silly woman."

Uh, that doesn't seem quite right. It makes me feel like an old cow eating young grass.

"Hmm?" Lavana almost asked, "Isn't that right?" But she didn't.

Ronan ran his hand through Lavana's flaxen, shoulder-length hair. "I'm still young."

He will not grow old until he has solved everything, ended the apocalypse, or is powerless to reverse the situation and awaits death.

"Mmm," Lavana responded like a little woman.

The sense of honor she felt as a woman who had become a historical figure began to fade, as Ronan before her eyes began to feel increasingly real. "By the way, on this trip to Persia, I'll find you a good teacher," Ronan suddenly said. "Fani and Canaan are very knowledgeable about magical foundations and magical devices, but they're not proficient in how to use them after they're installed. You'll need an artificial superhuman to teach you. Special bloodlines aren't entirely without the drawbacks of those artificial superhumans, just very minor ones. How to control them also requires an artificial superhuman to teach you. None of us can do that."

"The country that Menar and Mushir established has made great achievements in this regard. Even though they don't have the special magic of Falek, nor can they match Falek's talent, their hundreds of years of experience are real."

Ronan said this.

What wasn't mentioned was that finding a teacher for Ravana was also part of testing Manar and Mushir.

Anyone with sufficient expertise can discover Lavana's qualities and realize her value after spending a short period of time with her.

This time, Lavana became the "bait" again.