Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Meanwhile, Lavana had already started.

Lu Jianling spread her legs apart, arched her back and thrust upwards, allowing the thick, long, grainy dildo to rapidly enter and exit Lavana's vagina.

Guo Hanlu gripped Lavana's large, firm, black-stockinged buttocks tightly with both hands, and in a horse stance, he thrust downwards into Lavana's anus between the upper black-stockinged muscles.

Mrs. Zhao was in front, and she didn't move much, but Lavana was very proactive, as if she were performing oral sex on Ronan's penis instead of a dildo in her mouth.

Lu Jianling said, "It seems we haven't been serious enough. Our new recruits don't seem to be feeling much enjoyment yet."

After saying that, Lu Jianyu spread his legs wider, his large black-stockinged feet firmly planted on the bed, and wrapped his arms around Lavana, beginning to fuck her even faster and harder.

Compared to her enormous body, Ravana, who is 178 cm tall and has muscular physique, seems like a petite housewife who can be manipulated at will.

But looking back and seeing Guo Hanlu, I realized that Lavana is quite a big one.

“Sister Lu is right.” Guo Hanlu changed to a kneeling position where she could exert more force and began to vigorously pound Lavana.

At this moment, Ravana's body finally began to rock violently back and forth like a small boat in the waves, and she began to sob.

Madam Zhao also cooperated and began to move her waist forward.

Lavana's full, swollen breasts and Lu Jianling's large, fleshy breasts pressed against each other, forming four thick, lewd mounds of breasts.

Lu Jianling's thighs, clad in black stockings, revealed half of her fair and smooth skin, while the other half was covered by the sheer black stockings stretched to their limit. Her calves, completely encased in black stockings, were fleshy and well-proportioned, appearing quite long. Even the thick toes of the stockings were faintly translucent. These legs intertwined and rubbed against Lavana's legs, which, despite wearing black pantyhose, still showed hints of muscle definition, creating a scene of a larger woman taking advantage of a smaller one.

Guo Hanlu and Madam Zhao, both wearing black stockings and suspenders, are fiercely attacking each other from both sides. The four of them, with four pairs of black-stockinged legs moving, create a scene filled with the lewd atmosphere of orgy.

Our attention shifts to Leeds.

The three-way intercourse finally began, the movements appearing much gentler in comparison. Zhao Yingqi's hands continuously squeezed and kneaded Liz's full breasts, while Alice remained almost motionless, only allowing Liz to bite down on the dildo. Ambrina, from behind, moved very slowly back and forth, constantly slapping and fanning Liz's fleshy, white-stockinged buttocks. If Lavana's actions were lewd and promiscuous, then Liz's actions were more like mild discipline.

They were all very fair-skinned and wearing white stockings, which accentuated their fleshy figures and gave them a pure and beautiful look. It was as if Ambrina and the other two were playing with and manipulating the helpless little breasts.

Louise, on the other hand, was completely exhausted; her eyes were rolling back and she was whimpering incoherently.

Faith, Falek, and Canaan didn't seem like intellectual scholars at all, but rather like three rebellious thugs venting their frustrations on the usually arrogant white-haired, dark-skinned young lady.

Louise's pale gold hair was grabbed by Falek and used as a rope, while Faith tore her flesh-colored pantyhose to rips and rips. Canaan pressed her cheeks with both hands and kept thrusting his fleshy mouth. Compared to the two people before her, she seemed to be being raped and humiliated.

But it was precisely this that made Ronan, who was watching from the sidelines, especially excited.

Chapter 1256 Silk Stockings Intertwined, Exciting, Played to Death

As the speed and force of the fucking increased, Liz and Louise's tension and pain were gradually overwhelmed by the pleasure of being penetrated in their vaginas and the strange pleasure of being abused in their anuses. As for Lavana, who unexpectedly liked anal drumming, she was already in a state of ecstasy and her mind was blurred. The trio tormenting them also gradually began to feel pleasure and couldn't help but use more exaggerated movements to get more pleasure. Liz was still biting down and wouldn't let go. Alice couldn't move, so she simply pinched Liz's chin and pulled out the tip of the double-headed dragon.

Immediately, Ambrina pulled out, and Zhao Yingqi stood up while holding Liz. Ambrina then pressed herself against Liz, cupping her plump white stockings with both hands, and inserted herself into Liz's anus again. The two of them stood and attacked Liz from both sides.

Liz's full breasts swayed up and down, her nipples constantly rubbing against Zhao Yingqi's breasts. Her white-stockinged legs swung uncontrollably up and down in the air, her feet arched and her toes curled inward as they drew circles in the air. The area where her thick thighs and plump buttocks connected was grasped by Ambrina's hands with her fingers spread apart, her fingers sinking deep into the flesh wrapped in white stockings, creating an explosive fleshy sensation.

At this moment, Liz's mouth was freed, and she began to groan incessantly, her voice trembling with sobs.

As Zhao Yingqi worked, he asked, "How's it going, Liz? Are you starting to feel good?"

“Ah, oh, no,” Liz answered with a groan.

"Really not? But your water has already dripped into a huge puddle, soaking my stockings," Ambrina said.

Zhao Yingqi glanced at Ambrina and said, "It seems we need to be more serious, Godmother." With that, Zhao Yingqi increased his intensity, continuing to thrust into the heart of the Liz flower.

"Oh no, no, oh no!" Liz immediately begged for mercy, slapping Zhao Yingqi's back hard.

Ambrina smiled. "That's the voice, Liz. You're one of us now."

Alice watched from the side, and she didn't know when it started, but she also felt an unusual pleasure from watching women beg for mercy. She couldn't help but grab the exposed tip of the double-headed dragon and thrust it back and forth, constantly stimulating herself.

Lavana's position and posture have changed. Now, Lu Jianling is at the bottom, with Lavana lying on top of him, her back facing down, and Lu Jianling is penetrating her anus. Guo Hanlu is leaning over Lavana, kneading her breasts with both hands while rapidly thrusting into her vagina. Madam Zhao is kneeling to the side, making Lavana turn her face to the side and swallow the dildo. At this moment, three pairs of black-stockinged legs are overlapping. The bottom pair is Lu Jianling's, the most voluptuous and longest. In the middle are Lavana's, surprisingly thinner and shorter, muscular, and shapely black-stockinged legs. At the top are Guo Hanlu's, slightly shorter but the most slender and long black-stockinged legs.

With each thrust, the body undulates, the flesh of the black-stockinged legs squeezes and rubs against each other, and the sheen of the stockings changes constantly, creating a visual feast of black stockings.

Madam Zhao pulled it out, allowing Lavana to catch her breath.

Taking the opportunity, Lu Jianling asked, "How are things, Lavana? Are we alright?"

“Mmm,” Lavana responded. “Oh, it feels good.”

Guo Hanlu asked, "You really like having sex from behind? You got a lot more excited after Sister Lu started having sex with you from behind."

"Yes," Ravana answered instinctively, then realized her mistake, "No."

Madam Zhao gently patted Lavana's back, "You're already one of us, there's no need to treat you like a superior."

Guo Hanlu smiled heartily, "We're all sisters now, no need to be overly cautious. My physique is indeed not as good as Sister Lu's, nor am I as skilled as her." On the other side, Louise remained unchanged, still in the same position.

Falek, Canaan, and Faith were truly wicked women. They refused to change positions, giving Louise no chance to catch her breath or even open up. Louise, who was being relentlessly pounded, flailed and grabbed wildly like a drowning woman, tearing holes and ripping through the three women's stockings. Now, all four of them had torn flesh-colored stockings, making it look more and more like a scene of forced penetration.

"How was it, Louise? Faith made you feel good, didn't she? I can see your womb is drooping down to give my big saddle a blowjob, but why isn't your real mouth putting in any effort? Give me a good blowjob." Canaan said, playfully pinching Louise's cheek.

Falek fanned Louise's buttocks, which were covered by tattered pantyhose. "My dear little Louise, are you starting to feel good in the back? Say something, oh dear, I forgot you can't speak."

Faith smiled enigmatically. "Aren't you two going a bit too far?" "Then you should be a little gentler," Canaan chuckled.

Faith made a helpless expression. "I'm from Weyland, I can't be gentle with the French."

Canaan and Falek both laughed.

The new sexual activities continue.

Another half hour passed, and the three trios each squeezed the two-headed dragon's fake testicles hard, watching the thick milk shoot into the three holes of the three newcomers.

Ambrina and the other two sat on the carpet, panting heavily, while Liz lay on her side, her eyes unfocused, her mind blank, white fluid flowing from her still contracting vagina and anus, and white fluid and saliva uncontrollably overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

Her white-stockinged legs were trembling, looking like they were about to break.

Lavana lay on her back on the ground, her lips and anus contracting repeatedly, squeezing out white fluid. She licked the white fluid from her lips with her tongue and breathed heavily.

Lu Jianling and the other two sat down and raised their hands to wipe away their sweat.

Louise, on the other hand, looked completely ruined. She lay there motionless, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open and tongue sticking out, a pool of white saliva around her mouth and a pool of white vaginal fluid around her genitals. Her anus looked like a carrot pit, bright red and completely unable to close.

The three of them, Falek, stood looking down at Louise, quietly admiring their masterpiece, and casually sprayed some more on Louise's body, as if only then would the work be truly complete.

Ronan stepped forward. "I won't even mention Anri and you guys, but Falek, Canaan, and Faith, you guys are just too much, haha." Ronan burst into laughter as he spoke, before continuing his criticism, "It was Louise's first time too, and look what you've done to her?"

“This is called developing the limits of performance,” Canaan Duxi said.

“Exactly, exactly,” Falek agreed.

Faith shrugged. "And since we did this this time, Ronan, you can have as much fun as you want from now on."

Ronan sighed and then chuckled, “Fine, you’re right.”

Ambrina removed the two-headed dragon and tossed it aside. "Ronan, you're in charge of the three of them. Let's go get something to eat, have some tea, and rest." With that, Ambrina beckoned everyone, including Isabelle and the other two, to follow her to another room.

The others removed the two-headed dragon, took off their dirty stockings, crumpled them into balls, and threw them aside. They then followed Ambrina naked into the small living room.

It was obvious that Ambrina wanted to hold a short meeting.

Ronan didn't intend to disturb them. He walked over, put his arms around Liz and Louise, and carried them towards the bathroom. Lavana got up on her own, ran around for a bit, and then followed Ronan into the bathroom.

Chapter 1257 Fictional Direction, New Humans, Foreplay

In the small living room, a gentle sea breeze drifted in through the window, bringing a touch of coolness.

The women of Ronan were naked and completely open with each other.

Ambrina sat in the main seat, resting her chin on one hand and gently tapping the table with the other. "I think you can probably guess why we're having this little meeting."

"Because Ronan has some worries and hesitations?" Madam Zhao asked tentatively.

Ambrina shook her head. "No, or rather, Xiaoying, what you're seeing is just the surface."

Isabel poured herself a glass of water and slammed it on the table. "That guy isn't afraid of powerful enemies, nor is he afraid to kill someone just because they're a close relative."

Her words won the agreement of everyone present, including Mrs. Zhao. Indeed, Ronan was just that kind of person.

However, it is a fact that Ronan's heart is not at peace. How so?

Ambrina glanced at Lu Jianling.

Lu Jianling sighed and said, "You've all heard the story of the desert traveler. Ronan was someone who traveled through the endless desert and enjoyed himself. But actually, he still liked having companions, as playmates and spectators, watching him build sandcastles in the desert and then kick them away."

"In the past, his companion was Dinia, a traveler who kept moving forward in the endless desert, and who was happy with every step forward and never stopped."

"Ronan, whose heart is empty, filled with absurd ideas, and intermittently morally vacuumed, needs Dinia, or rather, he needs Dinia's fabricated future." "Otherwise, he will quickly find everything boring and not know which direction is 'forward'."

"His anxiety wasn't because of the enemy ahead, nor because the enemy might be a close relative, but because he suddenly couldn't find anything he wanted to do. Deep down, he had a hatred for idealism, but it was precisely this hatred that made him need to possess it, at least to be able to see it so that he wouldn't fall into nihilism."

Lu Jianling expressed her thoughts.

To put it simply, Ronan enjoys political games, but he's already mastered both the Eastern and Western games. Now we need to find him a new one. "That's my idea too," Ambrina said. "However, as you know, I'm not a very ambitious person. So, we need you to provide him with a dream, so that even if it's just for us, he can once again discern which way is forward in the endless desert."

Speaking of this, Isabel suddenly became interested. "Don't you think this island nation is pretty good? I think we can go a step further and create some artificial humans, and then establish a country on this island that is different from other countries."

Isabel had long harbored the idea of ​​building a new nation with her own hands.

After what happened to Seris back then, her belief became even stronger.

Reform or revolution, it's all useless.

There needs to be something entirely new, even if that thing eventually collapses or fails, it will still bring about a change in the entire world.

"An artificial human?" Ambrina thought she had misheard.

Is this necessary? Can it really be achieved?

“Even if it doesn’t work now, it might work in the future,” Isabel said. “People today are born with unbreakable ties to their families, ethnicities, and nations, but the new generation is different.”

If we consider humans as the sum total of social relations, then what are these new humans? And what kind of society do they constitute?

It may be terrible, or it may come close to the so-called ideal state.

But in any case, it can inject new life into this world.

“Creatures are indeed a bit difficult,” Falek said, “but creating a completely new kind of human is really not difficult. Isn’t Lavana a new human? With the technology of those otherworldly AI robots, combined with the technology we have, we can definitely create something even stronger.”

Falek had long since stopped caring about politics, and she didn't care about Isabel's idea of ​​conducting a social experiment. However, she was very interested in the new humans used to participate in this experiment.

“Indeed.” Canaan echoed, a hint of excitement in his voice. As a scholar in the realm of the extraordinary, what could be more appealing than creating life?

Creating character figures is so much fun.

“Interesting.” Faith was equally interested.

Ambrina slammed her hand on the table. "Alright, I'll tell him about this tomorrow." At the same time, in the bathroom.

After a quick rinse, Ronan and Lavana, along with Louise and Liz, lay half-reclined against the edge of the bathtub.

The warm pool water soothed Lavana's tired muscles and also brought Louise and Liz, who had been exhausted, back to life.

After soaking for a while, Ronan's penis had involuntarily become erect. He had watched porn all day, but had never used it. Now that it was soaking in hot water, it naturally became erect in no time.

Louise quietly leaned closer and grasped Ronan's erect penis with one hand. Although her cheeks were sore and her buttocks were still aching, she was still feeling aroused down there. The other two were the same. In the end, being fucked by a woman wearing a dildo was still a bit lacking.

Being fucked by a handsome and strong man like Ronan is a completely different experience. This kind of sex is multi-dimensional, like the umami flavor of a soup made from various ingredients, which has more layers than just MSG water. Louise wasn't in a hurry. She tied her snow-white, light blonde hair up in a bun, then turned to face Ronan. She lowered her head, grasped his erect penis with one hand, and licked along the coronal sulcus with her tongue. Occasionally, she would take the glans into her mouth and shake her head from side to side, making sounds. After a while, she spat it out and looked up. "It really is delicious."

With a doting smile, Ronan reached out and gently stroked Louise's face, then opened his arms wide. Louise turned her back and sat down next to him. Ronan gently lifted her up and then inserted his penis inside her, without moving, simply giving her a feeling of fulfillment.

Louise breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling very comfortable. This comfort was not just the comfort of the penis filling her vagina; the combined feeling of being able to feel Ronan's muscles, breath, and body temperature was even more important.

After a while, Ronan patted Louise on the shoulder. "It's time to get up. Let Liz come."

Louise glared at Liz, but still got up and left Ronan.

Liz looked at Ronan, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't need it."

Ronan pulled her into his arms, lifted her up, and thrust into her directly, making her let out a soft "uh".

Ronan pinched Liz's breast. "You think you can just say you don't want it? I say you have to, so you have to have it."

Liz kept her head down and didn't say a word, feeling a mix of embarrassment and secret delight.

Ronan's legs remained still, but his hands emerged from under Liz's armpits and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. At 1.63 meters tall, she appeared petite in Ronan's arms, yet her large breasts made her a truly irresistible flesh toy.

After a while, Ronan released Liz and beckoned Ravana over. Her muscles were soft yet elastic, but Ronan didn't pinch or knead her large breasts. Instead, he put his hand down and gently stroked her thick pubic hair, which had turned into a large clump in the water, making her feel itchy.

All of this is just a little foreplay.

Chapter 1258 The Eighth Stage, Indiscriminate Labor, Essentially Evil

While Ronan was relaxing in the bath, thousands of miles away, on the other side of the sea, in France.

Garcia was also in the bathtub; he had just finished a combat drill and was relaxing in the tub.

Practical training is essential. After all, he's relied on the "Bird-Beaked Monster" for his operations over the years, usually using this body to feign being a paralyzed old man. He hasn't fought in real combat for a very long time. Soon he'll be fighting his father, Ronan, so naturally he needs to get back in shape and restore his fighting spirit to its peak. As for his body, it doesn't matter. Although this body is said to belong to his useless son, it has long since been completely assimilated. This paralyzed, old, and useless appearance is just an illusion.

Ultimately, he's already at the eighth level.

In reality, the first to seventh levels are merely quantitative changes, not qualitative ones. The seventh level is simply equivalent to climbing to the mountaintop, where one can see the world; it's just an admission ticket to heaven.