Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Milan in July is a bit hot, but as a prosperous metropolis, the slightly hot weather is fertile ground for nightlife in this day and age.

At night, the city is brightly lit and bustling with people. In a small alley at the corner of a lively bar street, there is an inconspicuous little restaurant that opens at 10 p.m. and closes at 2 a.m.

The owner and head chef is a particularly beautiful blonde woman.

Many regulars know her name is Elena, and she seems to have an extraordinary past. Even the young sheriff nicknamed "Golden Lion" would occasionally come over for a meal alone, but he would only eat and not say a word.

Many people speculate that Elena may be the heir of one of the young sheriff's powerful relatives.

The restaurant mainly sells snacks from different parts of the world, which have been adapted to local tastes. Among them, the most famous are several noodle soups from Seris, which can instantly sober you up or help you recover from the day's fatigue.

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodle soup, please." A man said as he entered the room, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The man's appearance was typical of a handsome Italian, which wasn't particularly striking. What was noticeable was his accent, which had a slight southern French influence. This man was, of course, Ronan.

Here, all the noodles in the soup are the same: thin egg noodles, and the soup is also the same: a soup made from chicken bones and dried scallops.

The only difference is the seasoning and toppings. This bowl of red soup beef noodles only has soy sauce made by simmering onions, carrots, celery, and cilantro, a little bit of bean paste, and that's it.

Place the seasonings at the bottom of the bowl, add a ladle of broth, cook the noodles and put them in, and finally, scoop a spoonful of braised beef chunks and broth over them. Done.

After taking a sip of the soup and a bite of noodles mixed with beef, Ronan commented, "Not bad, not bad. Simple, but very flavorful."

After finishing his noodles, Ronan continued to order.

He ordered half of the items on the menu and ate from 11 p.m. until the restaurant closed at 2 a.m. After all the other diners left, the only waiter also left.

Only Elena and Ronan remained in the closed shop.

Ronan sat in his seat and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that Elena would one day learn to cook."

Elena removed her hat and apron, untied her ponytail, letting her blonde hair fall loose, and sat down at the head of the table, crossing her legs to face Ronan. In this posture, the top leg of her trousers moved up, revealing the lining stockings that covered her long, shapely calves and ankles. Elena wore square-toed, apricot-colored soft leather flats with large, gold-plated buckles. The apricot-colored shoes and the lustrous flesh-colored stockings complemented each other perfectly. The smooth, delicate instep covered by the stockings blended seamlessly with the exposed calf, highlighting a mature yet languid air. This softened the wild and glamorous quality of Elena's face, creating a unique and understated beauty.

"Noodles and a few snacks, what kind of cooking is that? It's all just the taste I've developed from eating and drinking with you guys over the past hundred years. Actually, I'm only good at seasoning," Elena said. She didn't know how to make dishes that required real skill; she didn't have the talent, nor did she want to spend the world's energy to learn.

But when it comes to just making a soup base, her palate, honed by tasting delicacies from all over the world, is still perfectly capable.

Ronan then changed the subject, saying, "I heard you have connections in both the legal and illegal worlds in Milan."

Elena smiled helplessly, "What do you mean by having connections in both the legal and illegal worlds? It just means I happened to have helped that sheriff and know the head of the local gang. They're all just small fry."

The sheriff was from her clan, and since she had eaten at his house for a few days, she helped him out and even mentored him for a year or two. As for the gang leader, Elena just happened to know him. Back then, he was a poor dropout who dared to steal her money on his first attempt at theft, and the kid was quite talented. This reminded Elena of herself when she was a child, and that's how they met.

In the following decade or so, Elena helped the two of them a great deal.

To Elena, the two were indeed insignificant figures, regardless of their strength as superhumans or the power they wielded.

"Ha." Ronan chuckled softly, glancing outside. "These two kids seem to care about you quite a bit."

Meanwhile, at a fork in the street, a blond-haired young man met a man with short, curly black hair and a light beard. Pedestrians dared not cross the intersection and instead took a detour.

To the general public, and even to many extraordinary individuals, these two are like menacing figures.

Both of them are not yet forty years old, but they are already at the fourth level. In terms of strength alone, they are among the best of the extraordinary. Moreover, at this age, they will most likely be able to make further breakthroughs in the future.

Although the number of superhumans in this world today is more than ten times that of hundreds of years ago, the upper limit for most people is still the fourth rank. The number of fifth and sixth ranks is not much more than it was hundreds of years ago, and as for the seventh rank, there are still only a few.

Both of them had received news that a strange man had come to Elena's shop, so they decided to come and see for themselves.

Upon entering the store and seeing the two of them, Elena smiled helplessly and said to them, "I'm fine here." Then she pointed to Ronan, "This is my lover."

Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned for a long time.

They never knew, nor did they ever imagine, that Elena had a lover, but upon closer reflection, it was perfectly normal.

After the initial shock, both of them felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

After chatting for a few minutes, the two left.

Ronan couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha, you guys are all heartthrobs!"

"Huh?" Elena was a little confused.

Ronan then told Elena about Alice and the Grandine sisters.

One is secretly admired by a student, and the other is secretly admired by a subordinate.

“And you, you're the one being secretly admired by your godson,” Ronan said.

"There's nothing we can do, we're just so charming," Elena said with a smug smile, then added jokingly, "If we hadn't met you, wouldn't each of us have a bunch of admirers at our feet?"

“Yes, yes, that’s absolutely right,” Ronan agreed.

Elena immediately became displeased upon hearing this. "To you my foot!" she retorted. She knew from another parallel universe that none of them would have had a good life if they hadn't met Ronan; they would either have died young or met tragic ends, even Dinia. If Elena herself hadn't met Ronan, she would have died in some unknown corner, how could she possibly be living such a long and carefree life?

Chapter 1304

The restaurant is located on the seventh floor of the building, which offers a panoramic view of the street and the distant high-rise buildings.

Ronan rubbed and grasped Elena's broad, plump buttocks, which were bulging and bursting out of her light camel-colored trousers, with one hand, while his other hand kneaded and stroked the stockings on her ankles and insteps.

Squeezing and kneading the buttocks through the pants and stockings, you can feel the soft yet bouncy texture of the buttocks, as well as the rustling sensation of the pants fabric rubbing against the pantyhose.

Touching the ankles and insteps encased in stockings reveals the unique texture of the stockings: a simple, smooth, delicate feel with a subtle frosted texture.

While inhaling the scent of Elena's back and hair, Ronan's penis began to rise involuntarily in his pants.

As Ronan began to run his fingers up and down along her crotch through her pants, occasionally rubbing and poking her genitals and anus, Elena felt an intense itching sensation. This persistent itching quickly aroused her desire, causing her thighs to clench involuntarily, her toes in her stockings to begin to curl inwards, and her vagina to begin to secrete vaginal fluid.

A moment later, Elena turned around and looked at Ronan with pleading eyes, "My underwear is soaked."

Ronan reached out and pinched Elena's breast. "Let's start when the pants outside are all soaked."

"No," Elena said, dissatisfied.

Ronan sighed. "How about I give you a few bites first?"

Elena's face instantly brightened.

Soon, the two changed positions. Elena kicked off her flat shoes and lay back on the sofa, her large, silk stockings resting on the back of the sofa. Her light camel-colored trousers fell back, revealing half of her calves. The thin, dense silk stockings on her calves shone with an oily sheen under the light. Such stockings exuded a professional woman's allure.

Elena, lying on her back with her blonde hair hanging down naturally, her mouth open, Ronan, naked from the waist down, spread his legs, leaned forward, his hands on the sofa cushions, and inserted his penis into Elena's mouth.

Elena sucked and swallowed, while Ronan thrust downwards.

Deep thrusts, deep inhales—Ronan's thick, long penis repeatedly revealed its shape at Elena's throat, a sight that was both suffocating and inexplicably exciting.

Soon after, Ronan placed his hands on Elena's large breasts, pressing his entire weight down on her, making it even harder for Elena to breathe.

Her head was already throbbing with blood, and the deep throat penetration made her feel a suffocating pleasure that overwhelmed her entire brain. Her already muddy labia, which were pressed tightly against her underwear, stockings, and pants, kept opening and closing and twitching.

With a series of chest contractions, Elena let out a whimper as her mouth was stuffed full. Her entire body seemed to have been opened, and her lower body gushed out a torrent of vaginal fluid like a floodgate being opened. The crotch of her outermost trousers was visibly soaked, and after being soaked, the light camel-colored trousers quickly turned brown. This soaking continued to expand and spread for quite some time before it stopped.

At this point, the entire back of his pants, crotch, and even the upper part of his thighs were soaked with vaginal fluid, just like someone who had been holding in their urine for a long time finally couldn't hold it in anymore and peed.

For a moment, the surroundings were filled with an atmosphere of lust.

Ronan pressed his hands against Elena's cheeks, pulled his penis out, and a large amount of sticky saliva stretched out in several glistening strands between her lips and the glans of his penis.

Elena, who was somewhat delirious, was breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

Ronan smiled and said, "So you've been holding back for too long, that's why you climaxed."

Soon, Ronan pulled Elena up, made her lie on the back of the sofa, hooked his fingers around her waistband, and pulled her down little by little.

What's most alluring about pantyhose is either the stockings peeking out from under the pant legs to reveal the ankles, insteps, and calves, or the way the pantyhose, bulging with plump flesh, gradually come into view as the pants are slowly pulled down.

She pulled down her trousers to her knees, revealing pantyhose that looked as if they had been soaked in water; every part was wet and had turned brown, clinging to Elena's broad, fleshy buttocks.

Ronan reached into the slippery pantyhose, pulled out the underwear, and inserted it directly into Elena's vagina through the soaked thin stockings.

It has already squirted once, so it doesn't need any lubrication at all.

At the same time, Ronan inserted one of his fingers, through the soaked stockings, directly into Elena's anus.

"Oh oh oh, I'm lying down and buying!" Elena gripped the top edge of the sofa back with both hands until it was deformed, and she raised her head and cried out repeatedly.

After a while, Ronan pulled down his wet pantyhose, down to his pants, stretching the crotch of the pantyhose between his legs until it became transparent and glistening.

Ronan conjured an anal plug out of thin air and inserted it into Elena's anus, then pushed it in again, pressing his entire body down on her. He grabbed her breasts with one hand and inserted his fingers into her mouth with the other, filling all three of Elena's holes.

The moans turned into soft moans, which were even more exciting, and Ronan couldn't help but speed up.

Soon, Ronan's penis began to throb. He pulled it out, then removed the anal plug and inserted a vibrator into Elena's vagina. He stood on the sofa in a horse stance, and his penis quickly penetrated her still-open anus. Then, he grabbed Elena's blonde hair with both hands, pulling her back while simultaneously performing a horse-riding anal torture. Under Ronan's relentless anal stimulation, Elena would sometimes grit her teeth and emit strained, nasal sounds of pain, and other times open her mouth to let out loud, lewd cries.

Soon, Elena climaxed again, the squeezing of her vagina and the gushing fluids pushing the vibrator out.

Ronan pulled out just before ejaculating, turned Elena over, and made her half-lying, half-sitting on the sofa. He held her feet in one hand, put her shoes back on, and then frantically masturbated. Finally, he ejaculated, and thick, white semen covered Elena's ankles and insteps, which were covered by stockings, with the thick semen slowly flowing down and into her shoes.

Ronan admired the pair of pantyhose-covered feet smeared with semen for a full two minutes before putting them down. Elena, now recovered, knelt on the sofa, leaned forward, opened her mouth, and began licking and cleaning the almost limp penis. Afterward, the two sat on the sofa, and Ronan asked Elena about her future plans.

He had asked Alice and Grandan this question as well. Alice was planning to change her teaching location, while Grandan seemed to have opened a new world after her experience with TuTu. She was going to change locations and first put that city to the test. If she failed, she would change her teaching location.

“Me? I don’t have any ideas for now. I got tired of gangsters when I was young. I’m just waiting for the time portal to open,” Elena said.

She knew, of course, that the new supernatural system, which had been running for over a hundred years, had accumulated enough power to activate and open a spacetime portal, connecting this fragmented universe to a truly complete universe, where they might encounter a completely new civilization.

Then, she will embark on a new adventure with Ronan.

“Alright.” Ronan nodded.

Elena stood up. "Wait for me while I take a shower and change."

"Again?" Ronan asked.

Elena tossed her blonde hair and said, "I've only had two orgasms. I need at least five."

Chapter 1305

Sacred Tree Island.

It is the largest island in an archipelago, located in the central Pacific Ocean, with a considerable area of ​​several hundred square kilometers. Originally, its highest point was only three meters above sea level, with no lakes and barren land. However, after the appearance of the divine tree, the entire island was covered by its massive root system, causing the island's surface to rise several meters. The topography and even the surrounding climate changed, essentially eliminating the risk of it being submerged by the sea.

The island originally had about ten thousand native inhabitants who had lived there for over a thousand years, but their civilization was extremely primitive. Occasionally, individuals with extraordinary talents would emerge, but they lacked even basic cultivation methods, rendering their abilities utterly ineffective. Over a hundred years ago, when a group of seventh-tier extraordinary individuals came to explore the divine tree, the natives worshipped them as if they were gods.

However, neither those who left later nor those who decided to stay paid any attention to these natives.

In the eyes of most top-tier superhumans, those educated and knowledgeable ordinary people in the city are monkeys, inferior beings, let alone these natives.

Over the past hundred years, many more extraordinary individuals have come here with their families.

Firstly, the divine tree is indeed so wondrous, it arouses immense curiosity, especially among those with extraordinary abilities. Secondly, although no one can access the inner workings of the divine tree, its bark, branches, and leaves are real and possess some mystical power. Many have studied them, achieved results, and even profited from them.

This naturally sparked a research boom similar to the gold rush.

In addition, with so many extraordinary individuals coming to the Divine Tree Island, some people naturally sensed a huge business opportunity.

Even if extraordinary individuals don't enjoy life, their needs for a higher standard of living are still higher than those of ordinary people. Moreover, most of them enjoy material comforts.

Many artificial superhumans, both men and women, were brought here to serve these high-ranking superhumans. Although these artificial superhumans acted like servants in front of the high-ranking superhumans, they were still masters in front of most people, and masters have their own needs.

As a result, many more ordinary men and women were transported to this island.

These ordinary women look down on ordinary men, so these ordinary men can only seek out indigenous women.

A hundred years have passed, and Sacred Tree Island has grown into a new nation with a population that is about to exceed one million.

Moreover, there is a clear hierarchy, with the top tier consisting of top-tier superhumans. The number of seventh-tier individuals in this country is comparable to that of the hundreds of millions of people in Seris, numbering in the dozens.

There are thousands more high-ranking extraordinary individuals below them.

However, they are not exploiters, but rather producers in this country.

Even if the appearance of the divine tree makes the island no longer barren, but even very rich, where all kinds of things can be grown with excellent yield and quality, and livestock farming can be developed, and it also has marine fisheries, it cannot change the fact that it is just an island with limited land and limited production capacity.

This country is extremely dependent on imports, and the money for these imports comes from the high-tech products and related technology patents resulting from the research achievements of these top-tier, high-level extraordinary individuals.

It can be said that this island nation is a country that was built upon the sacred tree and sustained by high-tech products.

Below them are some mid-level superhumans; they are the bureaucrats and capitalists of this country, and they are the exploiting class.

Below that are the ordinary artificial superhumans, who are considered the middle class in this country.

Then there are the ordinary people. Among them, the highest class are the older generation of immigrants, the middle class are immigrants from powerful countries in the East and West, and the lowest class are those of mixed race.

Of course, it's not that mixed-race individuals are inferior, but rather that ordinary people among mixed-race individuals are inferior. After all, many mixed-race individuals have become artificial superhumans, but these people would never have the slightest sense of identification with their fellow human beings.

That's it. Over the past hundred years, the few thousand indigenous men out of the initial ten thousand or so people have basically lost their right to mate. A hundred years later, there are no purebred indigenous people left.

At this time, Dinia and Agustina were also on the island.

Ronan met Dinah first.

Dinia is the principal and a teacher at an elementary school built on land that has been expanded through magical means.

The students here all come from impoverished families who cannot afford to go to school.

Interestingly, the poor families on the Divine Tree Island are actually quite wealthy compared to the poor families in the Western countries and the Eastern Seres. They have no worries about food and clothing, and they can easily find work. This is because there are too many lords in this country. Even a little bit of dog food spilled from a lord's dog is enough for them to live many times better than the poor farmers in Seres.