Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Zhao Yingqi, whose legs had gone weak from Ronan's left hand, got up and, with trembling legs, moved to Ronan's face.

Ambrina held up two fingers and whispered, "Ronan, pick."

Ahead, Zhao Yingqi, who was in a state of mild stimulation, asked Alice with his back to her, "Alice, what if Guts isn't dead?" This question had a deeper meaning: if Guts wasn't dead, then he was very likely the mastermind behind it all, the mysterious person.

“People always have to bear the consequences of their actions. That’s what I told him when he was very young,” Alice replied, but she deliberately increased the range of her hip movements, forcefully inserting the penis deeper into her vagina and stimulating her cervix. It seemed that this act of self-torture meant that she ultimately could not treat her son with the same principles.

Sometimes, she's just a mother.

Ambrina kicked Ronan in the back. "Ronan, you're allowed to speak now."

Zhao Yingqi moved aside to free Ronan from talking.

"Can I not tell you?" Ronan asked.

Ambrina glared fiercely at Ronan. "No."

Ronan sighed. "All I can say is, well, based on my judgment, given Gus's personality, he's the kind of person who doesn't have any ideals and doesn't think about the meaning of life. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he's unlikely to do something like this."

But, things don't always go as planned, and Gus had Ahriman, a brother he grew up with.

Ahriman's personality is unlike that of his father Ronan or his mother Canaan. He usually appears kind and helpful, but deep down he has an unusual pride.

He was the most idealistic of Ronan's children.

Ambrina covered her mouth and chuckled, then teased, "Haha, is today's theme nostalgia? Ronan, your long and complicated sentence just now was very much in the style of those days."

“Godmother is right,” Zhao Yingqi echoed. Using the term “godmother” was a bit of a joke, because Ambrina had indeed been her godmother, only for the goddaughter to later sleep with her godfather.

"You two, can you... ah?" Alice was about to say something like "Can you be serious?" when Ronan thrust hard, opening her cervix and she couldn't help but cry out. The intense stimulation made her start to moan softly, "Oh, hiss ha."

Ronan withdrew his left hand and stood up again. Alice, who had been sitting with her back to Ronan, was now in a position where Ronan was grabbing her white-stockinged legs and violently thrusting into her.

A moment later, as Ronan pulled out his hand, Alice immediately collapsed to the ground.

Ronan's erect penis was pointed at Zhao Yingqi. "Yingqi, it's your turn." Zhao Yingqi opened his arms. "I want to hug you."

Ronan nodded, walked over, picked up Zhao Yingqi, and lifted him high. He aimed at the opening and loosened his grip slightly, causing Zhao Yingqi's body to fall. The huge penis slid in. Zhao Yingqi wrapped his arms and legs around Ronan, his calves and feet, clad in white stockings, taut and arched, crossing over Ronan's waist.

At the same time, Ronan leaned back and thrust upwards.

Excited, Zhao Yingqi began to shout lewdly, "Oh, ho ho ho, I'm flying, I'm flying."

Before long, Bai Si's legs could no longer maintain the locked position and began to separate and swing wildly in the air.

Chapter 1210 Three Holes Filled, Different from White Silk, Finished and Ready to Sleep

After a while, Ronan began to lift Zhao Yingqi up quickly, then let go, letting her fall down and be penetrated to the root by his large penis. He repeated this continuously until her vaginal fluids dripped onto the ground, forming a large puddle. Then Ronan hugged Zhao Yingqi and fucked her wildly, causing vaginal fluids to spurt out. Afterward, he put her down, her body completely limp.

The moment her feet touched the ground, Zhao Yingqi's legs, which were already weak, slipped and fell to the ground when her white-stockinged feet accidentally stepped on the puddle of erotic water.

At this moment, his large, glistening penis, filled with vaginal fluid, was covered in saliva. Ronan reached out and pushed Ambrina against the wall, pressing his entire body against her and crushing her not-so-full breasts into a mushy, fleshy pancake.

Ronan pressed his hands against the wall and continued his relentless assault from behind.

Ambrina was much shorter than Ronan. In this position, only the toes of her white-stockinged feet could barely touch the ground, and her legs were stretched straight. Occasionally, Ronan would even make her feet lift off the ground completely, leaving her sandwiched between Ronan's body and the wall.

She was like a penis sheath at that moment.

Her body was completely out of her control, her breathing became difficult, and her lower body was constantly being invaded by that big meat stick. It was painful yet strangely pleasurable. This was how Ambrina felt.

Seeing that Ambrina liked it, Ronan whispered a few words in her ear, and Ambrina responded with "hmm".

Ronan stopped pressing close and instead raised his arm to choke Ambrina, lifting her up completely.

In an instant, Ambrina felt as if she were being hanged, a suffocating sensation washing over her. Her legs kicked wildly, and she instinctively tried to step on something.

But Ronan wouldn't let her wildly kicking, white-stockinged feet touch the ground or the wall, and he kept thrusting his hips and pumping in and out.

After a short while, Ronan released Ambrina. With just a few forceful thrusts, Ambrina, still a little out of breath, ejaculated a large amount of vaginal fluid, which splattered all over the inside of her thighs and calves, covering her white stockings.

When Ronan pulled out his penis, it was still erect, and he sat down in the chair.

The three, who had already experienced one orgasm, crawled over and knelt down to perform oral sex on each other.

Ambrina closed her eyes, her movements weak but completely absorbed. Zhao Yingqi was not very focused, licking here and there. Alice's face showed a hint of disgust, but her actions were serious and focused.

Soon after, Ronan's penis finally began to throb, showing signs of ejaculation.

Ronan stood up and started masturbating.

The three knelt side by side, mouths open, tongues lolling out, hands outstretched and closed in front of their chins, as if afraid of missing anything.

With a low growl, Ronan shot.

Ronan, who had been accumulating his semen for a long time, ejaculated a large and thick amount, which was white with a yellowish tinge and had a fresh and strong fishy smell.

The three swallowed what had been ejaculated into their mouths, then licked their hands clean, finally licking their lips and the corners of their mouths clean with their tongues. Ambrina sat on the ground, "Ronan, you're getting better and better at lasting. We've all orgasmed and you still haven't ejaculated."

“You guys are getting harder and harder to satisfy,” Ronan said, catching his breath. “Give you a carrot and you can squeeze out a glass of juice. I don’t dare to relax too much, or you’ll ejaculate before I’m satisfied.”

"Heh, look at how smug you are." Alice habitually comforted Ronan, "You don't think this is the end of it, do you?"

“Exactly, exactly.” Zhao Yingqi chimed in, one climax wasn’t enough.

Ronan chuckled. "Go to the toilet, rest for a bit, and have some water. We'll be up until midnight tonight. I'll fill all three holes of you three sluts to the brim."

Half an hour later, the three of them changed into the same polka-dot, shiny white open-crotch pantyhose, put on anal plugs, and the lewd play began again.

This time, Zhao Yingqi started first, lying on top of Luo Nan and performing oral sex on each other.

Ambrina and Alice huddled together, rubbing and caressing each other as a warm-up foreplay.

After a while, it was Ambrina and Ronan 69's turn.

After each person took their turn, the four of them went to the large bed.

Ronan's bed wasn't big, and it was a bit cramped when the three of them lay together. This was just right, with three pairs of white-stockinged legs close together. Ronan pounced on them and started to wriggle around, grabbing, touching, and kneading them. He could almost simultaneously experience the different touches, textures, and tastes of the three pairs of white-stockinged legs, enjoying a long-awaited feast of white stockings.

The three had just finished some foreplay and were eager to penetrate, but Ronan wouldn't give in, making them even more itchy, and they couldn't help but touch him, occasionally rubbing their white-stockinged feet against Ronan's penis.

But Ronan deliberately refused to give in; at this moment, not touching was the best form of teasing.

Before long, the three of them couldn't resist anymore and pulled away to hug Ronan. Ronan kissed one, touched another, and then touched yet another. The four of them rolled around on a rather narrow double bed, constantly tossing and turning.

After a while, Ronan removed the anal plugs from the three men and made them lie side by side with their buttocks sticking up.

None of the three women were voluptuous; Alice was even quite slender and petite. But the three of them, dressed in shiny white open-crotch stockings, stood close together, forming a whole that exuded a sensual and erotic aura. After applying the ointment, Ronan began taking turns penetrating their anuses.

The intense, throbbing pleasure from that huge, fleshy penis that could flatten the intestinal flesh, along with the burning, painful sensation, is something anal plugs simply cannot compare to.

Aside from the unusual physical pleasure, the passive psychological pleasure of being violated, abused, and completely conquered and possessed is even stronger.

Nearly an hour later, looking at the three bright red, gaping anuses, Ronan satisfiedly ejaculated onto three pairs of white-stockinged legs.

That evening, Ronan and his three companions did not eat with the others.

When Zhao Yingqi stretched out his foot under the table, he realized that Ambrina, and even Alice, had already stretched out their feet and occupied Ronan's crotch area, so he couldn't fit his foot in at all.

After finishing a meal and resting for a while, it started again.

After finishing one round and resting for a while, I went into the warm bath and started washing myself. Then I started drying myself again.

After taking a shower and drying myself off, I ate a bowl of brown sugar glutinous rice balls.

After their hair dried, Ambrina, Alice, and Zhao Yingqi changed into sheer white stockings with embroidered patterns and began a new round. They continued from afternoon until late at night, and this time all three of them were exhausted halfway through, lying on their pillows, not wanting to move at all.

Even with the sensual patterned white stockings, Ronan quickly lost interest in fucking the motionless, lifeless flesh, and simply sat on the bed in a horse stance, taking turns fucking her mouth.

Finally, Ronan simply masturbated and ejaculated on the faces of the three men.

Then I carried them down one by one to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

After finishing all that, Ronan lay down on the bed. He was tired, but also relaxed.

After making love passionately, you can always release a lot of things, temporarily let go of many things, and completely empty yourself.

"Luo..." Before Zhao Yingqi could utter a sound, Ambrina covered his mouth, while simultaneously pressing her other hand to her lips in a shushing gesture.

She mouthed the words without speaking, "He's asleep, don't wake him." On the bed, Ronan's face appeared as pure and innocent as a young boy's as he slept.

Chapter 1211 Studying, studying, and still studying!

Osteria, Imperial University.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz are catching up on some relatively advanced knowledge in the realm of the supernatural.

Originally, artificial superhumans didn't need to master this, because all they needed to do was know how to use the magical devices transplanted into their bodies. It's no exaggeration to say that even an illiterate person could do it. Lavana's deceased husband was practically illiterate, but that didn't stop him from going to the battlefield as a second-tier superhuman.

The Persian Republic's entire system regarding artificial superhumans could give people greater stability, naturally requiring a higher level of education.

At this moment, all three were fifth-tier artificial superhumans. Relying on their unique characteristics, they broke the theoretical limit that artificial superhumans could not reach the fourth tier or above. If they wanted their soft power to catch up with their hard power, they had to reach a higher level in superhuman theory.

Although the three of them did not live in the on-campus international student dormitory, they rented an apartment in an old-fashioned manor house that was converted from a three-story main building, which was also a popular area for international students.

When the three arrived, there was still one room that hadn't been rented out.

Imperial University of Austeria may not be as prestigious as some of the older universities in France, nor as prestigious as those in Wieland, but it is a top-tier university in the entire Western Continent. For many countries in the East, it is already a sacred place. As long as one learns something here, one can naturally enhance the strength of their own country upon returning home.

It's fair to say that for most international students from these eastern countries, aside from those from the wealthiest families, this university is their primary goal.

"It's so quiet here."

Yang Nian complained impatiently. Having stayed in the Heavenly Realm for too long, she was tired of quiet. She liked liveliness, the kind that woke her up early in the morning with the clamor of market vendors.

However, this place was unusually quiet.

These days, you either need exceptional knowledge or formidable physical strength. Otherwise, being born into a privileged background isn't necessarily a good thing, because someone could easily overthrow your family, banning hereditary succession, or even worse, democratize you. What is democracy? It's the guillotine.

Faced with such a situation, how could one not study quietly and diligently?

"Can you say something?" Yang Nian asked.

Still no one answered.

At this moment, Lavana and Liz sat on opposite sides of a square table. Liz sat upright, her legs, covered by a thin layer of light gray stockings, together, her slippers on, looking very proper. Lavana, wearing thin dark brown stockings, stretched her legs out, her heels resting on her slippers. It wasn't that she insisted on doing so, but the chair was too low, and she would be very uncomfortable if she didn't stretch her legs out. Louise, on the other hand, lay on the bed, a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings making her light chocolate-colored skin appear somewhat hazy. She crossed one leg over the other, holding a book in one hand, her posture comfortable, but her expression was anything but. "Seven or eight books, one of which is so thick. I have to finish it in ten days, and then there's an exam. This is going to drive me crazy!"

No one paid any attention to her.

After a while, Ravana asked Liz a question.

Although Ronan gave her three months of intensive basic training, she was still far behind Louise and Liz in terms of theoretical knowledge.

Liz hesitated for a moment; she seemed to understand the question somewhat but not quite.

"Let me handle this!" Yang Nian shouted, then rushed over and began to explain.

Not only Lavana and Liz, but Louise also listened intently.

Surprisingly, Yang Nian's skill level was extremely high, far surpassing theirs.

"You think I'm as lazy as you guys?" Yang Nian said smugly. In fact, she had never worked hard at all. Most of her fragmented memories were about knowledge in the supernatural realm.

Louise's history took a dramatic turn. "Teacher Yang, teach me!"

Yang Nian didn't want to agree, but then she thought that if she didn't, she would have nothing to do. It was all that damned Ronan's fault for leaving her here.

Yang Nian put her hands on her hips and raised her head, "Since you knelt down and begged me, I'll give you some proper guidance."

And so, the study group was officially formed.

But a few days later, the learning environment here deteriorated.

With war imminent between Bulgaria and Suleiman, Bulgaria claimed that a sorcerer under Suleiman had massacred a village within their territory, a grave offense, and demanded that Suleiman hand over the murderer. Suleiman, however, firmly denied the accusation, stating that Bulgaria had carried it out themselves, that it was a conspiracy, and that handing over the murderer was out of the question.

At this moment, the Balkan Peninsula is like a haystack, and Bulgaria and Suleiman are like flints; any spark could ignite a massive fire.

And among the international students here, aside from those from the eastern countries, many are born in the Balkans.

They have no interest in studying; they spend all their time talking about politics and military affairs, making a lot of noise and disturbing people.

“Let’s go back to our room,” Liz suggested.

The international situation is irrelevant to them now; all they need to do is enhance their strength.

A few days later, the three of them took a small test that Noah had set for them.

Unsurprisingly, all three of them failed the exam.

Noah couldn't help but sigh, but soon an excited smile appeared on his face. "This is really interesting. I didn't expect to get stuck at the very first step." All three of them lowered their heads, looking embarrassed.

“Don’t be discouraged. The three of you, one of you is partially illiterate and the other two are children. This level is considered normal,” Noah continued. “I’m not good at teaching basic things, but I’ll find you a good teacher later.”

"Well then, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Noah left.

In a deserted corner of the school, he encountered a bird-beaked monster. The monster spoke in a hoarse, low female voice, "How was it?" "I've completed what you asked me to do," Noah replied, then voiced his doubts, "I have absolutely no idea what you're planning to do now."