Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The two men, absorbed in their sympathy, showed no surprise that Ravana had two children.

“Everything changed starting with that potion…” Lavana continued, her emotions not running high.

After emerging from that period, she realized she wasn't so unfortunate after all. At least she was still a superhuman with a decent job. If an ordinary person were in a similar situation, they would be completely powerless. She could even be considered lucky because she met Ronan when she was at her most powerless and confused.

Ronan not only took her in and accepted her, but also gave her a new life.

Louise wiped her moist eyes again, a smile returning to her face. She was moved by this seemingly bittersweet ending, and also felt that Ronan truly deserved to be the man she admired most.

“…And then, we got together.” After saying this, Lavana immediately looked at Ronan. She was afraid that Ronan would not agree with the statement “we got together.” When she saw Ronan smiling at her in affirmation, and even with a hint of doting, a sweet and happy smile appeared on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Lavana began to recount what happened after she left Ross with Ronan, "We first went to Kazakhstan..."

After Kazakhstan, we arrived in Seris.

Then came a series of events.

From Ravana's own perspective, the story also includes the young Ye Jingye and several other extraordinary individuals struggling in the gray area.

In the end, Luo Chenghao, defeated by his father Ronan, chose to commit suicide. In his final moments, he pointed out the mysterious man, someone who was secretly manipulating things and trying to harm Ronan, and implicated his own siblings as the suspects.

Upon hearing this, Liz frowned.

Louise, being more emotional, was already furious. How could there be such a person? How heartbroken Ronan must be as a father.

And there are several mothers, even more so.

Without realizing it, the two of them came to accept Ronan's relationship with his group of women.

"Then we came to Persia."

Lavana said, and before she knew it, she had leaned against Ronan.

The reason is that the two founders of this country were also children who received Ronan's "legacy".

Joining the training camp was to get Lavana's attention.

But things turned out to be so coincidental that Liz and Louise, who were also special, came to the training camp.

"And then, as you all know," Ravana said, letting out a sigh of relief as she looked at the two of them. "So, Ronan really didn't mean you any harm; on the contrary, he was worried that the mysterious man's influence had already reached out to you."

"So what do you want us to do?" Liz asked, her previous skepticism and even resistance towards Ronan now replaced by a more proactive attitude.

Ronan replied, "Cooperate with our research."

"What are we responsible for?" Liz asked first.

“I’m responsible for being studied,” Ronan replied.

"Ah, this..." Louise was a little flustered.

Liz, however, was much calmer. She had already decided to turn her back on her father and side with Ronan. Since that was the case, it was a good thing that Ronan wanted to study her.

"Don't worry, it's very safe," Ronan assured him.

Liz then asked, "So, are we preparing to leave the training camp?"

“No, you must stay here,” Ronan said. Of course he had to; he was waiting to see what kind of show they were going to put on.

Chapter 1175 Pretending to question, no deal needed, it's settled?

How can they be studied if they don't leave the training camp?

This question came to Liz's mind.

Seeing Liz's puzzled expression, Ronan got up and went to pour himself some water, saying, "It's not like I'm going to tie you to the lab beds and mess with you. Your training class ends so early in the afternoon, and the time between that and when you go to sleep is enough for me to bring people over to do some tests on you. If we need any instruments, we can go over on the weekend. Anyway, it won't take me long to fly back and forth."

"On the contrary, if you leave the training camp and then disappear, some of the shows that are supposed to be performed will not be performed, and the people who are supposed to go on stage will probably not come up."

After saying that, Ronan drank a glass of water from Lavana's cup.

Louise nodded after listening, "I see."

Liz understood. She raised her neck and boldly met Ronan's gaze, asking, "So, we're going to be bait, right?" Her eyes were bold, but her pigeon-toed feet and the slightly inward-curving toes in her white stockings betrayed her nervousness.

Ronan didn't answer directly, but instead said, "Ravana is also bait, and you, like her, are incredibly important to me."

"You also want to break the limits?" Liz asked again.

“That’s not the ultimate goal. The ultimate goal is to explore the truth of this world and resolve an inevitable crisis,” Ronan said, sitting down at the edge of the desk. “I can’t explain that to you yet.”

Even if Ronan didn't do it intentionally, his tone of "it's our business, you kids shouldn't interfere" undoubtedly provoked a strong-willed young man like Liz.

"Is it because I'm too weak? Or am I not trusted yet?" Liz questioned.

Louise looked over, and she felt that Liz was being too reckless; such a question was offensive to Ronan.

Ronan wasn't angered by the offensive question; instead, he was amused. "Neither. It's just that this matter isn't really relevant to the present. However, it's true that you're weak and I don't trust you very much."

"You guys must have some really powerful grafts here, right? You can equip my summoned spirit with them. I'll give anything for you," Liz said firmly. She looked at Ronan, her eyes seeming to expect him to ask with a mischievous grin, "Really, anything?"

At that moment, Ronan only gave him a look that seemed to strip a person naked.

At that moment, Ronan understood Liz even better.

She is indeed strong-willed, but recklessness and naiveté are not her true nature. In fact, she is calm and cautious, knows what she wants, and her actions are thoughtful rather than driven by emotions. Of course, this level of calm thinking is just another form of naiveté and recklessness in Ronan's eyes. A truly mature and composed person is, first and foremost, someone who knows how to be themselves.

After a few seconds, Ronan suddenly laughed. "Did I disappoint you by not asking you with a smile, 'Is it really possible to do anything?' If I had asked, would you have lowered your head, gritted your teeth, and said, 'Of course, but there must be some guarantees'?"

Liz froze, feeling as if she had been stripped naked, and didn't react until Ronan came over and patted her head.

Ronan earnestly told Liz, "People should learn to use a beautiful future they envision as a bargaining chip to negotiate with others, rather than trying to use their present to make a deal."

After saying that, Ronan put his hand on Liz's shoulder and said, "However, I don't dislike your cuteness."

Louise, standing nearby, was already laughing heartily, thoroughly enjoying herself, because Liz's pained expression was just too funny.

“Louise.” Ronan looked at Louise.

"Huh?" Louise immediately stopped laughing, looked at Ronan, and her posture immediately became stiff.

“Liz has a way to become stronger in a short time, but you don’t, at least I don’t,” Ronan said.

Liz can continuously transplant her summoned spirit into Nessa, rapidly increasing her strength, just like Lavana. Louise, however, cannot. Her transplant essentially keeps her in a "fused state," transforming her into a pseudo-natural superhuman with higher cultivation and output efficiency. This means she gains experience faster, casts spells more frequently, and, if she possesses exceptional talent, even has the potential to break through her limits.

But in the end, she still has to rely on herself.

At this, Liz, who had just been feeling down, burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Louise said, slightly embarrassed and annoyed, kicking her legs and throwing off her slippers in a fit of anger.

Liz pursed her lips and retorted, "Only you can laugh, but not me?" On the other side, Lavana watched all this quietly. She suddenly realized something: Ronan had a kind of magic about him. Unlike some noblemen who were good at sweet talk, he didn't even try to make people happy. But he could always make women laugh unintentionally.

"It's getting late, I'll be going now. See you another day." Ronan said goodbye and prepared to leave.

Just then, Louise, who had picked up her slippers and put them on, rushed over and grabbed Ronan. "Are you really Ronan?"

“Of course it’s true,” Ronan replied. “If you want to ask about the past, I can tell you later.”

After saying that, Ronan disappeared, while Louise's hand remained in the position of rubbing Ronan's clothes tightly.

Liz looked at Louise, who seemed frozen in place. She felt that Louise hadn't meant to ask anything, but rather had something to say, but Ronan hadn't given her the chance.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan had returned home.

Falek, Canaan, and Faith have resigned from their jobs and are now in the New World.

Lu Jianling and the other two were in the small hall to the left of the living room. This was the family's dining room when there were no guests.

The house is in the Persian style, so the furniture is naturally in the same style, otherwise it would look out of place. The floor is carpeted, and in the middle of the room is a very low square table surrounded by cushions.

Guo Hanlu crossed her slender, fleshy legs, propped herself up with her hands behind her back, looked up at Ronan, and asked with a wicked grin, "Got the two little girls?"

Madam Zhao was kneeling there, and originally only her white silk-clad feet could be seen below her buttocks. When Luo Nan sat down, she leaned forward and pushed the plate of cut fruit toward him, while turning her head to talk to Guo Hanlu, "Of course, our Mr. Luo says he doesn't know how to deal with women, but he's actually very good at it."

Lu Jianling nodded as she ate, “And I heard from Lavana that Miss Louise is probably…” She deliberately left her sentence unfinished.

She was so large that, for comfort, she could only sit sideways with her legs crossed. Her slightly tight skirt couldn't contain her enormous, plump buttocks, the outline of which protruded from the skirt, revealing two large mounds of flesh slightly flattened from their collision. Her thighs, encased in black stockings, pressed together, the flesh squeezing against each other to create an even more voluptuous figure—alluring yet not greasy, because beneath the soft fat of her thighs lay strong, powerful muscles. In fact, her rather fleshy calves, due to their well-proportioned bone and unusual length, appeared quite slender, and her large feet also looked long and thin.

Ronan took a bite of fruit. "I think you guys need to be fucked today."

Chapter 1176 Three people together, foot fetish, juice extraction, small horse and big cart come to finish

Before the fruit was even finished, the small restaurant was already filled with a scene of debauchery.

Ronan lay on the carpet, with Guo Hanlu straddling his face. She wasn't wearing underwear; her lower body was covered only by a layer of silver-silk pantyhose that shimmered in the moonlight filtering through the window and the diffused light from the ceiling. Her legs were spread apart, and she was pushing off the ground with the balls of her feet, her slender calves revealing a hint of muscle beneath the pantyhose.

Guo Hanlu pressed her hands on Ronan's shoulders, twisting her waist and thrusting her hips back and forth, as if she wasn't asking Ronan to give her oral sex, but rather she was fucking Ronan's mouth.

The movements were so vigorous that her pair of small, perky breasts, which were not particularly full, began to shake.

As she fucked Ronan, she cursed, "You bastard, I told you to go pick up girls, and you actually did? You almost fucked me to death the other day, were you thinking about other girls while you were fucking me?"

Ronan wanted to retort, "Did he flirt with any women? No way!" As for the last sentence, that was even more unfair—was he wrong for putting in effort?

However, Ronan was unable to speak at this moment.

Seeing Ronan's inexplicable expression, Guo Hanlu felt excited and smug.

Beside her, Madam Zhao, who had already stripped down to only her white stockings with the crotch unbuttoned, rubbed her breasts with both hands, spread her legs, and squatted down in a toilet squatting position. Her fair and tender round breasts moved up and down repeatedly, accompanied by slight left and right swaying, allowing Ronan's left hand to insert three fingers upwards into her smooth and tender white tiger hole.

The squatting position in the toilet causes the thighs and calves to bend inward and squeeze together, making the fleshy calves bulge outwards, and the area where the thighs connect to the buttocks is also particularly prominent. Combined with the slightly sheer pink and white stockings, Mrs. Zhao, who was originally only slightly fleshy, appears a bit more voluptuous.

Ronan activated his left hand, and a suction force pulled the soft flesh inside Madam Zhao's cavity outwards.

"Oh, you're just bullying me," Madam Zhao said reproachfully, but shook him even harder.

Meanwhile, Lu Jianling was sitting on a chair that had been specially moved over, giving Ronan a footjob with her black-stockinged feet.

She supported the penis with the sole of her left foot, occasionally pressing and stomping on the scrotum's massive testicles with her heel, which stretched the black stockings thin and transparent. At the same time, she moved her right foot up and down, occasionally using her big toe to gently press and rub the urethral opening of the glans.

A moment later, the big toe and index finger of the right foot spread apart exaggeratedly, and the toe of the black stocking was stretched to be as thin as a cicada's wing. Then, like a pair of pliers, it clamped the base of the penis. The instep of the left foot was arched, and the tip of the big toe, which was almost piercing through the toe of the black stocking, was constantly stroking and stimulating the coronal sulcus of Ronan's penis.

Only someone with feet as big as Lu Jianling's and such long big toes could do something that others could only do with their hands. Her foot fetish skills weren't the best among Ronan's women, but she certainly had the highest physical talent.

"Who really needs to be fucked?"

Lu Jianling questioned, then suddenly withdrew his foot and gently poked Ronan's anus with his toe.

Ronan's penis was suddenly oozing out clear pre-ejaculate, causing it to twitch and nearly ejaculate.

This isn't foot fetish; it's extracting semen from feet.

After a long while, the foreplay ended.

“You start cleaning up!” Ronan pounced on Guo Hanlu, twisted her slender legs apart, and thrust into her.

The newly warmed and moist vagina was penetrated by the thick and long penis, and the vaginal walls were quickly smoothed and stretched open. Guo Hanlu was so excited that she cried out.

Madam Zhao straddled Guo Hanlu and embraced and kissed Luo Nan.

At that moment, Lu Jianling lay down behind him and stuck out his tongue to explore Ronan's anus, instantly giving Ronan a great stimulation.

"Sword Feather?" Ronan turned around.

Lu Jianling turned away and looked up, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. "I just messed with you, shouldn't I apologize?" Of course, this was just a joke.

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued.

Lu Jianling lay prone, his lower body empty, yet his massive erection swayed slightly as if he too were engaging in intercourse. His eyes were closed, his face filled with rapture and focus; only someone truly in love could enjoy serving another so intensely. And so, their lovemaking began.

After a long while, Ronan looked at Guo Hanlu beneath him and asked, "Guo Hanlu, why aren't you being arrogant anymore?"

"Ah, stop, oh, no, don't stop." Guo Hanlu was already confused and couldn't hear Ronan's voice at all.

After fucking Guo Hanlu until she was limp and her black-stockinged legs, which had been tightly wrapped around Luo Nan's waist, could only hang limply, Luo Nan continued to fuck her wildly and relentlessly. Each thrust was powerful and heavy. When he went in, it felt like he was going to fuck her outer labia. When he came out, it felt like he was going to bring out the flesh inside her cavity. Each thrust was deeper than the last, until he finished opening her cervix. Guo Hanlu's body stiffened and convulsed.

A short while later, Ronan ejaculated violently inside Guo Hanlu's uterus, the jet of semen washing over the uterine walls.

After being fucked by Ronan, Guo Hanlu, lying on the carpet, rolled her eyes back and her legs twitched.

Madam Zhao came over and knelt down to clean Ronan, not giving Ronan's penis a moment's rest.

As she cleaned, Madam Zhao began deep-throating, the copious amount of saliva coating the entire penis with a thin, glistening film under the light. When she spat it out, the previously semi-erect penis became erect again.

The two looked at each other, and everything was understood without being said.

Then, Lu Jianling came up behind Madam Zhao and picked her up like an adult holding a child to urinate. Luo Nan, standing, easily penetrated her. Lu Jianling pushed forward from behind, while Luo Nan thrust forward. Madam Zhao was like a flattened, mushy, lewd meat pie, her legs swinging in the air, especially her white-stockinged feet, which seemed to have no ankles as they swung. In the blink of an eye, the overflowing lustful fluid had soaked the crotch of her white stockings and the inside of her thighs, making the originally not-so-transparent pinkish-white stockings transparent.

Even at the climax, Madam Zhao did not land.

Setting the limp Madam Zhao down, Lu Jianling gently pushed Ronan, who fell to the ground. Lu Jianling squatted down with his legs wide apart, pressing his hands against Ronan's pectoral muscles. In this position, his enormous buttocks were spread even wider by his legs, like an oversized peach that had been flattened and widened, stretching the black stockings to their extreme, as if they were about to burst. With each thrust of his legs, his fleshy opening swallowed and spat out the huge penis. Soon, Lu Jianling straddled Ronan again, beginning to thrust his arms and twist his buttocks. The voluptuous black-stockinged buttocks rippled with each impact.

Lu Jianling was no longer the naive young widow who had never been satisfied with sex. Before long, she embedded the soft flesh of her cervix, hidden deep inside her narrow but extremely long vagina, into Ronan's glans, using his penis as a fulcrum to rock it from side to side, while the muscles of her buttocks, covered by a layer of soft fat, exerted their strength.

A pair of super long and voluptuous black-stockinged legs also pushed off the ground with force.

Clasp your legs together, shake your hips, tighten your vagina, and extract semen.