Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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For the "savages" living here, the decades following Ronan's slumber were their best days. Many young people underwent conversions to become pseudo-first-tier beings, serving as extraordinary soldiers in the army. Some died, some never returned, and some came back wounded, but regardless, they all contributed to their homeland in some way, and this path was one of them. However, their good days only lasted a few decades. After the invention of magical devices that could be transplanted into the human body, although Willand still used them as extraordinary soldiers, their avenues for advancement became extremely narrow, almost nonexistent. Naturally, their treatment was much worse than before. After all, there were many educated "outsiders" in the big cities; these people were more versatile, more adaptable, and their weaknesses were easier to exploit.

The "barbarians" only need to act as henchmen in suppressing riots.

Naturally, the "savage" also wanted to be a "stinking outsider," so Liz's mother, who could act as a teacher, held a high position in the village.

Liz is called a shepherdess, but she has never really done any hard work growing up.

As soon as they entered the village, Ronan and his group encountered a man carrying an oil lamp on night patrol. The man immediately recognized Liz and asked, "Are you Liz?"

“It’s me, Kenny,” Liz replied.

It's normal that the other party recognized her. In fact, she had only left the village five or six years ago. As a Westerner who developed early, her appearance hadn't changed much in those five or six years.

"Ha, it really is you, Liz!" The middle-aged man named Kenny was overjoyed. He turned around and ran, shouting, "Liz's back! Liz's back!"

Liz looked embarrassed.

Louise laughed. "Looks like you're quite popular in the village."

Before long, a crowd gathered at the village entrance. They were incredibly enthusiastic, offering not only greetings and concern, but also vying to host Liz and Ronan and his companions.

Of course, in the end, none of them could outmaneuver the village chief who arrived late.

The village chief led the way, while his daughter, holding Liz's hand, asked her all sorts of questions along the way.

Ronan and his group followed behind.

Afterwards, the group had a meal at the village chief's house. It wasn't particularly delicious, but there was plenty of meat and alcohol.

After finishing the meal, Liz said goodbye to the village chief and his family, and then took Ronan and his group to the place where she had lived for more than ten years.

It's a typical old-style rural house, mainly built of stone with a sloping triangular roof. The better part is that the exterior walls have been smoothed and painted white, and the roof is not thatched, unlike some of the poorer houses in the village where the exterior walls are uneven and the roofs are still thatched.

The house wasn't dirty; it was clear that someone had cleaned it not long ago. However, the furniture, such as tables, chairs, and beds, was gone, so it was definitely uninhabitable. It wasn't that the villagers took it; rather, Liz had given it away before she left.

Louise was both amused and exasperated. "Really, you only just remembered now. Well, now we have to go back."

Liz was annoyed and also felt guilty; she had only remembered the incident after entering the house.

Ronan laughed, "No, it's no big deal. I'll fly back to the manor, bring some chairs and a bed. Your bed in the manor is big enough for the four of us to squeeze in and sleep together."

After saying that, Ronan disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

When Ronan returned, Liz was thanking the village chief, repeatedly saying how much trouble he had caused. It turned out that Ronan had only been gone a short while, and the village chief, who had just remembered something, had asked those who had taken various things from Liz's house to temporarily return some necessary items.

Liz and the others, including Ronan, were clearly important figures. These people were more than willing to help, giving her far more than what she had taken initially. Almost everyone had a chair, filling Liz's living room to the brim. Several others from wealthier families brought lamps; it's easy to imagine that Liz, who only had herself and her mother, couldn't possibly have used so many lamps.

When Ronan landed in the village carrying a large pile of furniture on a tray made of floating shields, he immediately attracted a lot of surprised looks.

To express his gratitude and to acknowledge their past care for Liz, Ronan took out more than ten gold coins and handed them to the village chief, asking him to distribute them.

The crowd dispersed, and the four of them went inside.

Liz spoke up, "If you keep doing this, the village chief will have a real headache."

The villagers are certainly simple and honest, but this is gold. The village chief will probably be restless for the next few days because of this gold.

Ronan patted Liz on the shoulder. "If I don't do that, they'll be waiting for us at the door tomorrow and inviting us to breakfast."

This saves trouble, and more importantly, it prevents the villagers from coming to show their enthusiasm anymore.

The villagers all had to pester the village chief. A dozen or so gold coins were a lot, but who wouldn't want a bigger share? Everyone had taken care of Liz and her mother back then, but feelings can't be quantified or clearly defined. Let the village chief worry about it.

Although he hadn't been an official for a long time, Ronan had developed muscle memory for the very act of shifting blame as a bureaucrat.

"As expected of Ronan, now no one will be surrounding us anymore." Louise was very happy; she was the least adept at dealing with these well-meaning country bumpkins. "Ha." Ronan chuckled with a hint of smugness, then said, "Alright, enough of that, let's put the furniture away first."

"What furniture do you need? Just put the bed in place," Louise said somewhat impatiently.

The intensity of their cultivation over the past month had extinguished their libido, but after a couple of days of leisure, their libido returned immediately.

Lavana swallowed hard. When it came to sex drive, it was at its peak when she was thirty, had been with a man, and had been deeply stimulated by Ronan.

Liz instinctively clenched her legs; she certainly wanted it too, but this place... well, although the houses in the village weren't densely packed, it was quite spacious and very quiet at night. If she made a sound, wouldn't that...?

"Let's set up the bed and the lamp first, and we'll talk about the rest when it gets light," Ronan said. The lamp was essential; how could you see the changes in light and shadow on the stockings as the legs moved during sex without a lamp?

After setting up the bed, putting on the mattress and sheets, ignoring the pillows and such, Ronan turned on two lamps and placed them on either side, then dragged the three of them onto the bed.

Without even taking off their clothes, shoes, or socks, they immediately began rubbing against each other frantically, kissing and caressing each other constantly.

The flames of desire blazed fiercely.

Soon, heavy breathing and soft groans began to fill the room.

Chapter 1267 Over-the-knee stockings, pantyhose, tight riding breeches

The climate here is balanced, with temperatures mostly between 10 and 20 degrees Celsius throughout the year. In the second half of September, the temperature is around 10 degrees Celsius. Because there are many rainy days, Ronan and his group of four are dressed similarly, all wearing long, hooded, belted oil-waxed canvas overcoats and tall boots.

Underneath Liz's khaki canvas trench coat was a thin, off-white turtleneck cable-knit sweater. The color and the turtleneck accentuated her already large bust, making it appear even fuller and more voluptuous. Ronan immediately took two quick, sharp breaths.

She was wearing a green knee-length skirt with traditional local color elements. Liz was lying on the bed, and Ronan had already lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of dark brown silk-cotton blend over-the-knee stockings and light brown natural suede square-toed chunky-heeled boots.

“Liz, your thighs are so chubby, they’re so cute,” Ronan said.

Liz rolled her eyes at Ronan. "Heh, then why is your hand on it?"

“Her breasts are cuter,” Ronan replied directly.

Louise didn't want to listen to Ronan and Liz talking, so she came over and kissed Ronan to shut him up.

After a passionate kiss, her originally fluffy, center-parted ponytail became quite disheveled. Her pale golden hair appeared even more golden under the dim light. She wore a brown trench coat over a purplish-black shirt with a red jacquard pattern on the collar, which made her dark skin appear much fairer. She wore a red and black plaid knee-length skirt in a very distinctive style, with black pantyhose underneath. The pantyhose were slightly thick and semi-transparent, and it was the first time she had ever worn black pantyhose, giving them a unique sheen that was hard to describe.

Cover the bronze female sculpture with a layer of black silk?

A pair of matte black leather knee-high boots made her already slender legs appear even longer.

Noticing Ronan staring at her legs, Louise worried that her black stockings didn't look good. "Don't they look good?"

“It’s beautiful, with a unique charm,” Ronan replied.

Instantly, Louise embraced Ronan again and began a passionate, wet kiss.

Lavana had taken off her grey trench coat and set it aside, revealing a tight-fitting white shirt, a thin vest that perfectly accentuated her chest and waist, tight black riding breeches, and burgundy high riding boots.

Add a riding helmet, and it becomes a set of equestrian attire that showcases a dashing and heroic figure.

As soon as they got into bed, Ronan made Lavana lie face down with her buttocks raised high, allowing him to see her plump, prominent mons pubis. Her already tight black riding breeches were stretched taut by her muscular buttocks, becoming slightly translucent and glossy, almost like the texture of extremely thick pantyhose. Ronan's hands never left the flesh tightly encased in her riding breeches, constantly tracing and caressing it. "Uh, Ronan, could you…" Lavana hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Ronan turned his head. "You want me to stick my hand inside my pants and pick at it?"

"Mmm," Lavana responded softly, her vagina itching and wanting more.

"Don't rush," Ronan said.

This kind of foreplay, with clothes and shoes on, always excited Ronan. His pants were almost bursting, so he couldn't help but rip off his belt and pull down his pants, revealing a large tent in his loose boxer shorts.

Ronan shifted his position to face Ravana's buttocks, the tent rubbing against her buttocks through the fabric of her riding breeches, where the outline of her panties was already faintly visible. The stimulation was weak, yet exceptionally alluring.

On the other side, Ronan wrapped one arm around Liz and kissed her passionately, from her lips to her neck, then buried his face in her breasts, which were covered by a knitted sweater, and burrowed into them. At the same time, he took a deep breath and smelled the scent of soap residue, sweat and breast tissue mixed together to create the fragrance of a young girl.

His other hand moved under Louise's skirt, caressing and kneading her silk-clad legs between her boots. But after a few moments, Louise, seemingly unhappy that Ronan was no longer kissing her, grabbed his hand and shoved it into her mouth, sucking on it with a slutty expression.

Not long after, Lavana, who was being rubbed by the penis, started to get wet. After all, she hadn't done it for a month. First, her thin silk panties got wet, and soon the outer riding breeches began to soak in. The outline of her mons pubis gradually became clear, turning from a fleshy mound into a camel's toe.

Liz, aroused by Ronan's advances, had already taken off her trench coat and tossed it aside. She wrapped her arms tightly around Ronan's head, letting him bury it deeper and press it closer to her.

Louise was burning with desire, still holding Ronan's finger in her mouth, but instead of holding it with both hands, she used one hand to masturbate.

Soon, all three began to feel the urge to masturbate. Lavana reached behind her, while Liz and Louise reached from either side, and together they pulled down Ronan's underwear. Lavana, in the most awkward position, could only grasp the glans, Liz held the middle, and Louise held the base, and they all began to masturbate. They couldn't wait to finish the foreplay and let Ronan's thick, hard penis fill their wet vaginas.

Ronan understood what they meant. "A penis, a mouth, and a hand, one for each of you. You can decide the order yourselves, the usual."

The old rule is to play rock-paper-scissors with the blackboard and whiteboard as the game board. The back of your hand is the blackboard and the palm is the whiteboard. The three people choose one thing that is different from the other two, and that person is chosen first.

The remaining two people played rock-paper-scissors. The winner got to choose second, and the loser got no choice.

As a result, Liz chose first, Louise second, and Lavana last.

Ronan lay down, and Liz, wearing stockings, easily took off her underwear. Wearing boots, she sat down with her legs together, pressing her hands on Ronan's thighs. Her vagina swallowed his penis, and she moved up and down while rocking. Ronan remained still, completely controlling the speed and force herself.

Ronan really didn't want to ruin the overall aesthetic of Lavana's riding breeches and boots, so he had Louise create two pools of warm water, then used magic to envelop them, forming two not-too-long dildos. He pulled open her tight black riding breeches and inserted them into her vagina and anus, then pulled the breeches back up. While Ronan continued to caress and knead the muscles that stretched the breeches until they were slightly transparent through the breeches, he manipulated magic to make the two dildos filled with warm water quickly move in and out of her front and back entrances.

Louise took off her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, only pantyhose. She sat on Ronan's face, and Ronan's tongue began to lick her through the black pantyhose.

It wasn't particularly intense or stimulating, but Louise immediately started moaning lasciviously, thrusting her hips forward as if she wanted Ronan's tongue to pierce her flesh through her pantyhose.

Unlike her, Liz, who hadn't been penetrated in a long time, felt it very strongly. The penis smoothed out all the folds in her vaginal canal, filling it completely, almost reaching her core. Her inner thighs twitched involuntarily, but she really didn't want to make a sound. She bit down on the sleeve of her cardigan with her hand, trying not to scream.

On the other side, Lavana, who was already quite wet, was now soaked through with the two dildos, and the crotch of her riding breeches was completely drenched.

"Liz, how much longer? Five minutes are almost up," Louise asked. She felt very good down there, but the more she felt good, the more she wanted a penis.

Liz spoke up, "It's only been two minutes. Oh, Ronan, don't move, ah."

Listening to their conversation, Ravana could only sway her hips to express her emotions.

Chapter 1268 White Centaur, Female Knight's Chariot, One-Piece Latex Suit

Liz's body gradually warmed up. She took off her cardigan and bra, supporting her breasts with her own hands, her fingertips constantly flicking at her already erect nipples. Her breasts weren't the biggest, but her nipples were definitely the biggest when erect, about the size of a little finger joint.

However, five minutes was far too short; she was far from reaching orgasm before she had to leave.

Liz reluctantly got up, the feeling of fullness gradually fading away. Her vagina slowly released the penis until it was completely detached, leaving several glistening lines of mucus on the purplish-red, shiny glans and the muddy labia. Her erect nipples also quickly began to shrink back.

Louise pulled aside the dawdling Liz, quickly stepped forward, tore open the crotch of her black pantyhose, and sat down hard. The first thrust was a sharp prick to her clitoris. Then, she grabbed Ronan's thighs with both hands and began to twist her waist and sway her hips dramatically. Her black-stockinged buttocks looked like a lump of chocolate-coated coffee jelly swaying between Ronan's legs, making one want to take a big bite.

Ronan's glans was feeling incredibly good. Louise, whoever she learned it from, was giving Ronan's glans oral sex with her cervix, making Ronan's penis tremble uncontrollably.

“Ronan, does it feel good?” Louise asked, while uttering lewd words, “Oh, so good, put it in, put it into my uterus.”

Liz felt uncomfortable hearing Louise's lewd behavior and didn't want Ronan to reply. She was supposed to use Ronan's hand, but instead, she quickly came over and covered Ronan's mouth with her fleshy lips, her plump thighs tightly clamping Ronan's head, even covering his ears. "You lewd black devil, can you please stop yelling?"

“You stinky cow, you have no skills, all you do is sit up and down, so shut up.” With that, Louise kept the penis inside her and turned around, poking Liz’s anus with her finger. “I’ll make sure you feel good from behind too.” Liz grabbed Louise’s wrist and pulled it away, then turned around to face Louise and reached out to pull her nipple outwards.

"Ah!" Louise cried out in pain and immediately fought back, grabbing Liz's large breasts and refusing to let go. "Let go, or I'll squeeze your damn breasts until they burst."

Liz refused to compromise. "You'll let go if you don't, or I'll rip your nipples off, oh." As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed Louise's other nipple with her other hand.

Louise, too, gripped Liz's milk ball tightly with both hands.

As the two locked in a stalemate, Ronan thrust his hips into Louise while his tongue swirled inside Liz Liz's vagina.

Five minutes passed quickly, the positions were switched, and the two finally took a break.

Lavana quickly took off her pants, squeezed out the two dildos, and couldn't wait to enjoy Ronan's penis.

Ronan didn't penetrate her immediately; he simply rubbed his penis between her legs a few times and then whispered a few words in her ear.

Then, Louise and Liz saw Ravana take off her pants and boots, and instantly transform into a centaur. Unlike her usual form, the centaur was not covered in armor; instead, she was completely naked, with snow-white fur all over her body.

Ronan stepped forward, stepped onto the levitation shield, found the right height and position, placed his hands on the plump and strong white horse's hindquarters, and thrust his hips forward, penetrating directly. The horse's vagina wasn't long, but it was still longer than a human's, enough for Ronan, who had a fully erect penis that was over twenty centimeters long, to thrust and pound without restraint. At the same time, the horse's vaginal walls were very tough, full of mucus, and hot.

Ronan quickly became completely immersed in the incredible pleasure of Ravana in her half-centaur form, holding her tail with one hand and kneading her hindquarters with the other, thrusting in and out without stopping.

"I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you slut!" Ronan roared repeatedly, his strength so great that even the large horse, Lavana, trembled slightly.

Louise and Liz were suddenly left without a place.

Ronan had long forgotten the time; five minutes had passed, yet he still charged at the horse.

Louise quickly mounted the horse, riding backwards, her black-stockinged legs clamping tightly around the horse's belly. She used the horse's back to rub her vulva for pleasure while gripping the horse's hindquarters with both hands and leaning forward to kiss Ronan, who was standing there.

Liz could only hug Ronan from behind, pressing her chest tightly against his back and rubbing up and down, while simultaneously inserting her fingers into her own vagina and probing.

Ten minutes later, Ravana reached her climax.

She gripped her large breasts tightly with both hands, tilted her head back, and let out a high-pitched moan, kicking her front hooves incessantly while her hindquarters and vagina contracted and twitched together.

After holding back for a while, Ronan finally ejaculated. He had been holding back for over a month, and was also in a state of ecstasy. He ejaculated for a full half minute, dozens of thick streams of semen continuously hitting the white horse's cervix, filling its large uterus completely. After ejaculating, Ronan let out a long sigh, pressed his face against the horse's rump, and breathed heavily while rubbing against the horse's hindquarters.

After a long while, Ronan finally raised his head.

Ravana also transformed back into human form, lying motionless on her side on the ground. Her long, slightly wavy, flaxen hair was disheveled and she was panting heavily, causing her ribs to swell and contract like a blower. Large amounts of thick, white semen flowed from the flesh between her legs, which was surrounded by thick black hair, onto her inner thighs, buttocks, and everywhere else.

Ronan sat on the carpet. "Take a break. It's your turn next."

Lavana climaxed, but Louise and Liz hadn't.

"I'll go first," Liz said, stepping forward.

Immediately, she transformed. Although she had many things implanted in her, she was still fundamentally a summoner and could merge with her summoned spirits.

In the blink of an eye, Liz transformed from a red-haired calf into a tall female knight in armor. However, her armor was somewhat different from her usual armor. It consisted of a breastplate, arm guards, and gauntlets, high-top boots, and a short skirt. When the skirt was lifted, deep flesh-colored pantyhose were revealed, and underneath the pantyhose, black briefs that were part of the same fabric as her shirt could be seen.

The female knight, clad in armor and pantyhose, caused Ronan's previously limp penis to immediately swell and harden.

Louise was stunned. Everyone had transformed; what was she to do?