Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Louise did not answer, but simply reached out and grabbed Ronan's left hand.

“She’s messing with you, you can’t handle it,” Ronan said.

Once Ronan activated the vibration and suction on his left hand, few of the women he had been "exploiting" for so many years could withstand it. They were all screaming and groaning, their juices splashing everywhere. Even Louise, who had just lost her virginity, would have been knocked unconscious by this.

At that moment, Liz hugged Ronan tightly, "Ignore her."

"Do you really want to give it a try?" Ronan asked Louise.

Louise crawled two steps toward Ronan and nodded.

Ronan inserted three fingers of his left hand into her vagina. A few seconds later, Louise spread her legs, supported herself with her hands behind her, tilted her head back, and forced a smile. "It's nothing, uh, ah!" Before she could finish speaking, she let out a scream. A few seconds later, Louise fell backward, her inner thighs were wet, and her thick flesh-colored stockings were so clear that they revealed her light chocolate-colored skin.

Chapter 1196 Silky Legs and Feet, Foot Fetish Finished, Let's Talk About Business Afterwards

Louise lay down, while Ronan turned Liz over so she was lying face down on the bed, and then entered her from behind.

Liz has full, fleshy thighs, and naturally, her buttocks are also full and fleshy, especially when covered by white stockings, they appear even thicker. When she thrusts, her buttocks jiggle, which is very relaxing.

Not long after, Ronan changed positions, sitting with his legs apart, lifted Liz up, grabbed her white-stockinged calves with both hands, and made her lean against him as he sat up and fucked her.

Liz braced her hands on Ronan's thighs, because otherwise, when she fell, she would land hard on her bottom, and Ronan's thick, long thing would penetrate to the deepest point. Only in this way could she avoid being penetrated all the way to the bottom.

During the up-and-down movements, Liz's breasts also swayed continuously.

"No, stop," Liz couldn't help but whisper.

Ronan did not respond.

"I told you to stop," Liz said, her voice now tinged with pleading.

Ronan's response was to thrust upwards even faster.

Liz could only grit her teeth and endure it, muttering under her breath.

The constant thrusting relentlessly eroded her mental capacity. Amidst her continuous moans, Liz's eyes grew increasingly glazed, and her hands, which were supporting Ronan's thighs, gradually weakened as she was penetrated deeper and deeper once more.

If he continued like this, he would really hurt her. Ronan released Liz and then turned her into a lying position with her back to him. He held her waist and thrust into her forcefully.

As soon as Ronan let go, Liz collapsed onto the bed, her thighs and buttocks twitching and trembling from her orgasm.

Instead of thrusting any further, he pulled it out.

Looking at the motionless Liz, at the gaping hole in her white stockings, and at her toes slowly unfurling, Ronan revealed a satisfied expression.

Bringing Liz to orgasm didn't take much effort, and soon Ronan grabbed Louise, who had recovered, and pinned her down, beginning his penetration from behind.

Unlike Liz, Louise screamed loudly and tried to move back and forth to meet her. Unfortunately, it was her first time, and she was not strong enough in sex. After a few movements, she could only be fucked silently.

Compared to Liz, Louise's buttocks are more perky and bouncy, making her more powerful when she thrusts.

Ronan thrust in and out with varying speeds, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, while caressing her smooth, stockinged legs.

Before long, Louise also reached her climax, and began to unconsciously raise and shake her head, letting out long, high-pitched moans and cries.

He brought both of them to orgasm, but Ronan wasn't completely satisfied yet, so he had to pull out his penis.

At this moment, the two lay side by side with their backs to Ronan. Ronan simply grabbed Liz's white-stockinged feet first and used her feet to clamp his penis and masturbate. After a while, he switched to Liz's stockinged feet and kept switching back and forth like this.

At this point, Liz was fully awake. After hesitating for a moment, she began to bring her legs together and then twist her feet up and down, manipulating Ronan's penis.

Before long, Louise regained her senses and immediately cooperated when Ronan switched her feet, even playfully kicking them.

After a while of struggling, Ronan finally got into the mood. He placed the two of them side by side, stood up, and began to rapidly masturbate, his hand gripping his penis.

With a final burst of ejaculation, Ronan released over a dozen thick, yellowish streams of semen onto the two men's silk-clad buttocks and thighs.

Then, Ronan smeared the remaining semen from his penis onto the backs of their feet.

Liz rolled over, sat on the pillow, and glared at Ronan. Louise immediately retorted, "It's about fun! What do you know, you uncultured Willand barbarian?"

"Me, a barbarian? Who was that just now, squealing like a sow?" Liz was furious.

"Ha, what are you pretending for? You're the sow!" Louise cursed.

Ronan didn't want to, and couldn't, get involved in the little girls' argument. He got out of bed and dressed, saying, "I'll go get you some midnight snacks." A little over an hour later, Ronan returned.

She now had an extra tray in her hand, containing three small bowls of fried rice and three cups of sweet soup. The fried rice was shrimp, corn, and egg fried rice, with some caviar added after it was cooked. The sweet soup was made with brown sugar, water, and some raisins and chopped nuts.

By this time, the two had already dressed and were gulping down the sweet soup. They were feeling hot and their lips were dry after making love, and their bickering and arguing afterward had made them even drier. After a couple of sips, their hunger kicked in, and they started eating fried rice with spoons.

The fried rice was dry, fragrant, salty, and not greasy; the two of them finished it off in just a few bites.

After the two finished eating, Ronan took out two pairs of thick stockings. "Change into these, and I'll take you for a nice bath."

The Caspian Sea side is one of only two places in the entire Persian Empire with large bathing beaches; the other place is along the Persian Gulf coast.

We left the villa and headed to the bathhouse.

I took a shower and came out of the bath late at night.

Back at the villa, the three lay on the large bed, and Ronan got down to business, "In a few days, after they've finalized some things, they'll go to France first. Then, I'll take the two of you and Lavana, and we'll slowly make our way to France."

Isabelle, Ashley, and Gloria have lived in France for a long time since they woke up.

Previously, Ambrina and the other two had gone to France ahead of time, and Ambrina and Ronan could contact each other at any time.

Later, Isabelle and her group obtained the information left behind by Luo Chenghao from Seris.

During the past six months that Ronan and her team have spent in Tehran, they have uncovered a great deal of information.

Based on these clues, Lu Jianling and his companions first returned to Seris, then went to the Celestial Realm to find Astrid, who had been staying there, to confirm some things. This would essentially determine the scope of suspicion surrounding the mysterious figure and the whereabouts of Dinia and her companions.

“Why not just go directly?” Liz asked.

“Because the three of you need to practice more. The combined power and duration of your abilities are still at a very low level. You’ll need to train and strengthen yourselves along the way.” Ronan said half-jokingly, “Maybe you’ll become a very crucial trump card and an important factor in defeating the mysterious man.”

"Really?" Louise asked, somewhat incredulous.

The feeling of their power surging after they combined made them feel almost invincible. However, the bird-beaked monster easily defeated them. Ronan later told them that the bird-beaked monster's strength was far inferior to the mysterious man's true form.

Could they be the key to defeating the mysterious man?

“Of course it’s true,” Ronan replied with certainty.

Was meeting the three of them a matter of chance and luck?

Upon closer reflection, it's not that simple. It was the mysterious man's series of actions that caused Luo Chenghao's various behaviors, and Luo Chenghao influenced Lavana's birth and subsequent fate. Ronan's contact with Lavana was almost inevitable, and his subsequent trip to Tehran was also inevitable. Once in Tehran, it was impossible for him not to notice Liz and Louise.

Ronan was simply lucky to have come into contact with Ravana early enough. If he had come later, things might have been different, and perhaps Liz and Louise would have actually been turned into parts and become part of Freishta's new power.

"I will try my best," Liz replied with a firm look in her eyes; becoming stronger was her goal.

“Same,” Louise agreed.

Chapter 1197 Politics, Tragedy, and the Mysterious Man's Power

January 9, 1785.

The situation in Tehran has stabilized again.

On the one hand, Freishta, who had a weak presence in the country and whose main job was a researcher at a military research institute, gloriously sacrificed his life to protect important research data from being stolen by foreign conspirators. He was recognized as a martyr, and his ashes will remain in the Holy Tomb forever.

As a positive role model, Freishta certainly cannot have any blemishes.

Freshta's husband, Falshid, the chief scholar of the Church of Light, failed in his duty and neglected to discover the conspiracy of a group of rebellious elements within the church in time, indirectly contributing to the Sacred Flame Tower riot, an event that almost led to irreversible consequences. For this, Falshid publicly apologized and stated that he would resign from all positions and from now on be just an ordinary priest.

This approach might lead some believers to feel that Falshid is innocent.

Of course, the leadership of the Church of Light will inevitably face a reshuffle in the future.

On the other hand, a large number of officials involved in the coup were arrested and dealt with on charges of corruption, and the original head of state, Damavan, resigned due to illness.

There are two reasons why Bahar did not take action against Damavan, nor did he conduct a bloody purge of his henchmen. First, trying a head of state would undoubtedly undermine the sanctity of the regime. Second, a purge would set a very bad precedent, making it difficult for every subsequent power transition to proceed smoothly.

Of course, as victims, the democrats' leaders were almost all killed, but they successfully came to power. They happily mourned their predecessors and then took over the mantle from their predecessors—it was a tacit understanding.

"In the end, public ownership was just a dream," Mainar lamented.

"Didn't we already know that?" Muhir asked with a smile.

“Yes, I still remember the two stories my father told me.” Manar sighed.

Two stories, one about Monkey Island and the other about a chivalrous village.

On Monkey Island, some monkeys use stone axes to clear paths through thorns and brambles, while others climb trees and use sticks to knock down fruit.

Every monkey can pick fruit, but not every monkey can swing an axe to clear a path.

They divided the work and cooperated, each using different tools.

Humans also cooperate through division of labor. So, although it is said that the means of production are publicly owned, there are always some means of production whose ownership, use, and benefits you cannot decide. You may have a portion of ownership in name, but in reality, you have nothing.

But if you have it, it will actually reduce productivity.

Another story is about a village of heroes. A highly skilled swordsman came to the village and used IOUs to pay for everything he needed, including food, clothing, and other necessities. Over time, the villagers started using IOUs for transactions and stopped going to the swordsman to settle their debts at the end of the year. The swordsman ended up with a lot of things, and the villagers started going to him to borrow things instead. Before they knew it, the swordsman was no longer in debt.

Then, the scale of the economy expanded.

The same applies to people; to expand the scale of the economy, they need this kind of currency, and the essence of this currency is a promissory note backed by violence.

To use these IOUs, a chivalrous person must exist from the very beginning.

Therefore, there are two obstacles to public ownership: one is the division of labor and cooperation, and the other is credit money.

To put it extremely, if we want public ownership, the first thing we need to do is abolish the division of labor, and the second thing is to abolish the government.

Is this possible? Maybe, but it's absolutely impossible right now.

"Why talk about this now? Let's go, we still have to see Mom and Dad this afternoon," Muhir urged.

Manar nodded, and then they went together to her daughter Bahar's place.

Compared to the two women, the daughter lived a life of luxury.

Going to her place is to have her daughter's hairdresser and makeup artist do some work on them, and then coordinate their clothes and shoes so they can look presentable.

After all, the two of them have always looked unkempt over the years.

Around noon, after getting their hair and makeup done and having something to eat, the two headed to their agreed-upon meeting place.

In a private little estate, Manar and Muhir met Ronan and Falek.

A few greetings and a few words of reminiscing quickly turned the atmosphere awkward.

Manar and Mushir then recounted some of their experiences over the decades, while Ronan and Falek, as their parents, listened quietly, occasionally echoing their sentiments, but the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

"Old man, can't you give a normal response?" Mushir questioned.

Minaer looked at Falek and asked, "Mom, are you a blockhead?" Ronan shrugged helplessly, "What's a normal reaction? Sighing, lamenting, crying your eyes out, or just hugging your mom and sighing together?" Falek picked up his coffee, "Besides, it's the two of you, acting like two old ladies, rambling on without any emotion, even laughing in the middle of it. How can you expect us to be serious like that?"

“I knew you’d have a sharp tongue,” Manar said. “Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore.”

“I think so too. It’s such a waste that we dressed up so carefully,” Muhir agreed.

Some things are quite helpless. The sisters are already over a hundred years old, and have actually lived longer than their parents, Ronan and Falek. They no longer have the ability to express their true feelings to their parents.

If Ronan and Falek were ordinary people, old and childlike, or even senile, they might be able to express their true feelings.

But that's not the case. It's like when a person in their thirties faces their parents in their sixties; it's already a rare feat for them not to remain silent.

“Let’s talk about what Freshta took; we might find it useful,” Falek said, changing the subject.

"Oh, this is..."

When it comes to technology, Mainar gets all excited.

The mother and daughter were like close friends who were both tech enthusiasts, and they started exchanging ideas enthusiastically. Mushir quickly joined in, and although Ronan was a bit less skilled, he also had some ideas.

A family reunion after a century has unwittingly transformed into a technical exchange forum.

We talked a lot about technical topics, then the conversation drifted back to some old stories, and then to France and Serres.

Then, inevitably, the topic turned to politics.

The parents and their two daughters were talking about politics, which sounded incredibly boring.

But the four of them ended up having a very lively conversation.

Before we knew it, it had gotten dark.

The topic then shifted to the mysterious man.

After a brief silence, Manar suddenly asked, "Have you considered going to the Celestial Realm?"

“Your Aunt Lu and the others have already gone. They should have a result by now. I’ll go pick them up tomorrow,” Ronan replied. “If nothing unexpected happens, your Dinia should be isolated in another dimension.” “Then you’re still going to France?” Muhir asked.

Ronan nodded. "Of course we should go. He can probably get even stronger. If we don't go now, when will we?"