Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Her desires soared, but not only could they not be satisfied, they became increasingly uncontrollable, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Ronan, save me!" Mrs. Zhao cried out.

Just then, Ronan walked in and sighed, "Hey, what are you guys up to?"

Zhao Yingqi pursed his lips, "Just trying to liven things up."

“This is both unexpected and reasonable,” Canaan explained from the side. “Judging from her behavior, the ghost transformation probably involves a process of arousing and eliminating desires. Reproduction is undoubtedly one of the most basic human desires, and because of her time-manipulation ability, she is now experiencing pregnancy and breastfeeding at a speed dozens of times faster than that of ordinary humans. In addition to reproduction, there is also survival, so in addition to experiencing the pain of childbirth, she is also constantly experiencing death and rebirth.”

Falek, who was continuously observing Madam Zhao's soul, turned to Ronan and said, "Perhaps the ghost transformation of the mastermind behind Vienna can be avoided, but we can't avoid it here. But don't worry, it's just an experience. She's safe and won't suffer any lasting effects on her soul."

Faith spat out a mouthful of milk, wiped her mouth, and looked at Ronan. "The slight trouble is that her breasts and buttocks will get bigger, and for a while, if you do it, she might spray milk."

"Is this a problem too?" Zhao Yingqi smiled, looking at Ronan meaningfully. She remembered very clearly that Ronan loved to drink milk.

“Uh.” Ronan was speechless.

Afterwards, Madam Zhao continued to work on it all night, and finally everything was completed.

Madam Zhao gained a new ability: entering Time Ghost Mode, where she exists as a ghost and is only entitled to time based on herself.

In the morning, drenched in sweat, with breast milk all over her upper body and vaginal fluid between her legs, Madam Zhao disregarded her extreme hunger and went straight to take a bath. After bathing, she ate large pieces of bread and large pieces of beef non-stop for an hour until she finally felt no hunger.

Having just finished eating, Madam Zhao looked at Ronan with a hungry expression.

Ronan smiled, picked up Madam Zhao, and went into the room. "It'll only take an hour. After that, we'll head to Austria."

After Ronan placed her on the bed, Madam Zhao reached out to stop him, saying, "Wait a minute, I haven't put on my stockings yet."

"Ha, satisfying your needs is the priority now, forget about stockings," Ronan said.

Madam Zhao reached out and grasped Ronan's fleshy worm. "No stockings. You're too slow to get up."

After saying that, Madam Zhao rummaged through the cabinet and grabbed a pair of short, transparent white lace stockings. She put one stocking over Ronan's penis, knelt down, and grasped his still-soft penis with one hand. She opened her mouth and began deep-throating, her desire intense. She wanted to make Ronan hard as quickly as possible. At the same time, she used her other hand to constantly stroke the labia of his vulva to relieve the overwhelming lust.

Ronan then reached out and played with her nipples.

Soon after, Ronan became erect, and milk began to seep from Madam Zhao's nipples. Just as Faith had said, she was now in a pseudo-breastfeeding period.

Mrs. Zhao tore off the stockings that were covered in saliva and precum from the penis and put them on her feet.

Ronan took a deep breath, pushed Madam Zhao down, and thrust his penis into her.

"Oh!" Madam Zhao let out an extremely comfortable sound, her legs immediately wrapping around Ronan's waist, her toes inside her white stockings digging tightly into her flesh. She held Ronan's neck tightly with both hands, using the force to actively twist her waist, while swinging her penis from side to side, stirring it in her almost overflowing vagina, and thrusting her waist to make the penis penetrate deeper, hitting the cervix, wishing that the penis would immediately reach into the uterus.

So sexy.

But he loved it. Ronan thrust even faster and harder, using both hands at the same time. One hand caressed the clitoris on the labia, while the other hand rubbed the breasts that had grown larger.

The room was filled with groans and the creaking of the wooden bed.

Chapter 1239 Good People, No Talk, Besieged City

Let's rewind to last night, to the special prison for the superhumans in Vienna.

King Antoine III greeted the three men in Chinese. After a smile, he asked Philip and the masked man to go aside and talk, while he stayed behind and switched to French to chat with the three men. Yes, just chat. From beginning to end, he did not directly ask about their identities, the purpose of their visit, or discuss what had just happened, nor did he mention anything about supernatural powers.

He was like an ordinary middle-aged man who had never left his hometown, who had a stubborn pride in the place where he was born and raised, and who was also full of curiosity about the outside world. He chatted with a few young people about his past, which was not worth bragging about, while asking about some strange and interesting things from the outside world, and also making some ridiculous remarks with stereotypes.

This is a good person.

Even Louise, who initially thought he was just a typical politician, thought so, as did Liz and Lavana.

Of course, just because the other person is a good person doesn't mean they will proactively be honest about everything.

Throughout the entire process, none of the three mentioned their own affairs at all.

Antoine III was somewhat disappointed, but not angry.

On the other side, Philip and the masked man Ryan got straight to the point.

Ryan hoped that Austria would hand over the three women to him, but Philip flatly refused, showing no intention of making a deal. From the moment Ryan and his companions began chasing the three women, it was clear that these three women held great value for them.

“They’re no use to you,” Ryan told Philip.

Philip laughed and countered, "But it's very useful to you, isn't it?"

Ryan shook his head and sighed softly, "Not only will it be useless to you, it might even bring you trouble."

Philip remained calm. "We're on the same side. As for trouble? You have to share the burden with us. I don't need to emphasize that."

"Since we're on the same side, you should understand that what's good for us is good for you too," Ryan said.

Philip sighed. "Let's be frank then. I have the backdoor to the power of ghost transformation. You can blackmail us, but we can't blackmail you. Now we finally have something you value. For people like us, only by having something that can blackmail the other party can we become friends."

Ryan held up two fingers. "First, they're not indispensable to us. Second, if you can't tell, can't those other people tell what level they're at? You can't handle that kind of strength." "It doesn't matter if they're not indispensable. Like I said, it's enough that they're valuable to you." Philip refuted the first point, then immediately refuted the second. "We really can't handle them. There's no doubt that the three of them combined exceed the seventh rank, but they're afraid of you and can only seek our protection. It's not because we're strong, but because you can't directly break ties with us."

Ryan sighed again, "More information about the power of ghost transformation, plus methods to control ghosts."

Philip shook his finger. "The more you raise the stakes, the less I'll agree, my friend."

Realizing that an agreement was impossible, Ryan stopped trying. "Let's leave it at that. They can put it aside for now, and we'll continue with our plans."

Philip smiled. "That's right, quite impressive."

After their conversation ended, the masked man, Ryan, vanished in an instant and left the prison, while Philip went over and left with his brother, Antoine III.

The next day, noon.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz ate their first prison meal.

At this time, Ronan and Mrs. Zhao arrived at a place not far from the outskirts of Vienna again. In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, they stopped flying and landed on foot.

The reason is simple: at this time, a large number of high-ranking mages from different countries have surrounded Vienna from all sides.

Although Vienna is not what it used to be, it is still one of the central cities of the West. Moreover, the recent outbreak of the Balkan Wars has once again drawn the attention of various countries to this region. Vienna has suddenly become isolated from the outside world, and neither the government of various countries nor the international circle of high-level mages can ignore this.

After everyone tried their best, they realized they couldn't get in, so they stayed outside.

After all, Vienna, as the capital of Austria, is a major city. First, it cannot be self-sufficient. If circulation stops, it will not have enough food for at most half a month. Second, most of Austria's ruling class and elites are in Vienna. Would they live a life of isolation from the world?

Extraordinary individuals from various countries gathered in groups on the outskirts of Vienna, chatting and waiting for the lockdown to be lifted.

On the other side, Ronan and Mrs. Zhao arrived at a secluded spot.

Ready to go in.

The seal, created based on the power of ghosts, normally requires a ghost to enter or exit, and only the person who created the seal can do so.

This is similar to a safe; first, you need to verify your identity, and second, you need to know the password.

At this point, Madam Zhao appears to meet only one of the prerequisites: that she is a ghost.

However, she has the ability to control time, which allows the seal to stop operating the moment it determines her identity is correct, allowing her to slip through the gap and block it, thus enabling Ronan to enter as well.

After the two entered, the seal closed again.

"Should we go find Noah next?" Mrs. Zhao asked Ronan.

“No, let’s not talk to him yet. He’s suspicious,” Ronan replied, explaining, “The mastermind behind all this must be in cahoots with the upper echelons of Austria, and it’s been planned for a long time. Otherwise, it would be impossible to complete the operation in such a short time. As for Noah, he used to be Isa’s colleague. He’s a researcher, but also a high-ranking member of the intelligence agency. He’s been in Austria for several years and has had many dealings with the higher-ups. The key is that he’s an expert in this field. I don’t believe he was completely unaware of it beforehand.”

"And that Sigrid is even more suspicious."

"The two of them may not be with the mastermind, but they probably welcome the mastermind's plan and even look forward to some changes in Lavana and the others under this special circumstances."

At this moment, a look of worry appeared on Madam Zhao's face. "Shouldn't we hurry up and rescue them?"

“No need. I want to see what kind of show will unfold later. After all, ghost-like power is quite troublesome,” Ronan said. Through Madam Zhao, he had already witnessed this power firsthand.

It should be noted that his sword was a high-damage, direct strike to the soul. However, after Lady Zhao, who was roughly a sixth-tier cultivator, was transformed into a ghost, his sword could only scratch her skin.

He, a person above the seventh rank, was actually helpless against a sixth-rank opponent.

Even if he doesn't master this power, he must find a way to break it.

"Oh," Madam Zhao replied.

Ronan put his arm around Madam Zhao's waist and said, "Let's go. If I remember correctly, it's been a hundred years since you last came here. Let's take a stroll and have lunch first."

Now that we're already inside, there's nothing to rush about.

Chapter 1240 Lunch: Everyone in the restaurant was talking about the King's speech.

In the southern part of the city, far from the city center, Ronan chose a humble eatery called Bunier.

There aren't any fancy dishes here, just very ordinary and common food.

Ronan quickly finished ordering.

A fried meat patty, a mixture of seasoned ground pork, chopped onions, and mashed potatoes, fried in a single patty; like other parts of Germany, Austria also enjoys pork. A sausage, a smoked sausage made with a blend of pork and beef. A thick soup, mashed potatoes, onions, carrots, celery, and bacon; like most Western soups, this is not meant to be drunk, but rather eaten with bread.

It must be said that the world has made great progress in the past century, and restaurants like this, which are affordable for ordinary people, are now commonplace in big cities.

A typical restaurant, besides serving ordinary dishes, is also bound to be noisy and bustling.

Several regular customers were complaining to the owner that the portion sizes of the dishes had decreased by almost a third, especially the meat, but the price hadn't decreased at all.

It's so unkind.

The owner got angry when this was mentioned. He said that Vienna had been under lockdown for several days and prices had skyrocketed. He had only reduced the portion sizes of his dishes and hadn't raised prices, which was already quite good. In a few more days, even if he didn't close his shop, he would only be able to sell sausages, bread, and cheese because fresh meat, vegetables, and even various spices and seasonings would be unavailable.

The other customers laughed and said not to worry, the king promised that the lockdown would be lifted in a few days.

The owner smiled and beckoned to the waiter, who was also his nephew, to bring out several bottles of wine. Each diner present was given a complimentary glass of wine as an apology.

At the next table, Ronan and Mrs. Zhao were having a long talk about ghostification.

They are artificial superhumans.

After an initial period of frenzy, he has now gained the ability to become a ghost.

As for the extent of the madness, everyone in Vienna knows about it now.

"My back was almost broken back then. You have no idea. I was fighting two women all by myself, one of whom was from the north. Her thighs were thicker than my waist."

"Heh, keep bragging. I was with two other people, the three of us... I wasn't as lucky as you two. I directly gained the ability to become a ghost, and I don't even have a woman by my side."

"Speaking of which, where is Hans?"

"What a pity about him. Although he went mad, he didn't gain the ability to become a ghost."

"Ugh......"

The three of them worked at the same company as Hans, were all middle managers, and were good friends, but Hans failed to obtain the power of ghosthood, so they probably won't be able to remain friends in the future.

From the conversation between the three, Ronan gleaned a great deal of information.

First, the spread of ghosthood is targeted at artificial superhumans.

Some people gain the ability to become ghosts directly, but this is rare. Many others gain it after going berserk. A significant proportion of people retain this ability even after going berserk. Overall, however, tens of thousands of artificially created superhumans have acquired the power of ghosthood.

It's important to understand that even those of the same level, or even a level higher, are no match for a superhuman in their ghostly form. The current Austrian Empire possesses an extremely powerful force; without a doubt, a massive operation is imminent. Soon, Ronan's attention was drawn to someone at another table not far away.

The man had already drunk some alcohol and was loudly recounting what had happened the previous night.

Ronan already knew some of what happened last night on the way here. He had noticed a section of the road was badly damaged and asked a passerby what was going on. The passerby told him. The passerby didn't know exactly what had happened either, but it had caused quite a commotion last night, alarming the entire city of Vienna.

At this moment, the man who had been drinking was getting excited and was talking about how his sister's brother's cousin was a guard in the palace. After being urged by the other listeners for a long time, he finally revealed the real story: the person who caused this incident yesterday was an extremely powerful superhuman who could transform into a Pegasus.

Pegasus?

Ronan and Mrs. Zhao exchanged glances, already knowing the answer in their hearts.

Immediately afterward, the man who had been drinking started making up stories, talking about the king and his ghostly brother, and then bringing up other powerful figures as if a great battle had taken place.

The reason he's accused of making up stories is because he doesn't even know that Pegasus is one of three people. In his version, it's one person, and a man at that, so he even got the gender wrong.

After talking for a while, they finally said that Pegasus had been imprisoned.

Then, the drunk man started showing off, talking about how great the prison was.

By this time, Ronan had lost interest in listening.

A short while later, after finishing their meal and paying the bill, Ronan and Mrs. Zhao left the small restaurant.

Mrs. Zhao murmured, "I didn't expect to gain so much from this trip." Ronan chuckled, "Ha, whether it's the ghost transformation or what happened last night, these are the hottest topics in all of Vienna right now. Everyone's talking about them on the streets. I bet if we go to another restaurant, we'll hear a bunch of people discussing them too. These two things are so popular that we don't even need to ask around; we can find out a lot just by going anywhere."

Ronan hadn't walked more than a few steps down the street when he saw a group of people rushing in one direction.

So Ronan went to ask a couple of ordinary people who weren't on their way what was going on.

The couple looked at Ronan with surprise.

Ronan smiled and pointed at Madam Zhao, "We've been staying inside these past two days and don't even know what happened last night. We only returned to normal this morning." He didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was clear: Ronan and Madam Zhao had been having an affair for the past two days without knowing anything.

The husband was shocked. Is this what a superhuman is?