Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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However, everything in this country except for basic necessities is ridiculously expensive.

Leaving aside education and healthcare, just talking about housing alone, the prices are astronomical.

However, in this country, knowledge can absolutely change one's destiny, because at the top are a group of the world's top scholars.

Dinia's school is popular, and also very competitive.

She almost completely copied the model of the orphanage established by the King of France when she was a child, allocating living conditions according to academic performance. The strong students ate well, lived well, and received individual tutoring from teachers, while the weak students lived poorly and ate poorly. Moreover, there was a bottom-ranking elimination every semester, and very few students were able to graduate smoothly after five years of primary school.

It could be said that it was this childhood experience that instilled in Dinya the ideas of equality and fraternity, and led her to firmly pursue a fair and just world as she grew up.

And now, she has become the person she used to hate the most.

"How are you feeling?" Ronan asked Dinia.

Dinia did not feel that she had betrayed her former ideals. "To borrow your words, we should analyze specific problems in specific ways. When resources are limited, it is fair to give resources to outstanding people."

As they were talking, it started to rain.

This place has a tropical maritime climate, and it's summer now, so it rains frequently.

However, it's not hot here. Before the divine tree appeared, the temperature here was around 30 degrees Celsius when it was hot and around 20 degrees Celsius when it was cold. Now, it's almost always around 25 degrees Celsius, which can be described as spring all year round.

You can wear slightly thicker stockings year-round.

“Let’s go check on your place and find shelter from the rain,” Ronan said.

Dinia took Ronan to her place.

Her place is small, only one floor, covering less than 100 square meters, with the interior probably only 60 square meters.

Upon entering, Dinia took off her mid-calf boots and changed into slippers. She wore a knee-length dress and black pantyhose. Ronan, following behind, looked down at her. The color of the pantyhose was evenly transitioned, darker at the back of the knee, becoming lighter and more transparent towards the calf, darkest at the ankle, slightly transparent at the Achilles tendon, and stretched to semi-transparent at the heel.

These legs, which I haven't seen in a long time, are practically perfect, and the black stockings have an exciting color variation.

Ronan swallowed several large mouthfuls of saliva.

After walking a few steps to the living room, Dinia turned around and asked, "Want some snacks?"

Ronan countered, "At your age, all you want to eat is snacks?" Dinia smiled, "Then I want a dark chocolate bar."

“I want coconut milk black pudding,” Ronan replied.

These two sentences are not meant literally.

Chapter 1306

The dark chocolate bar involved pouring chocolate sauce over Ronan's penis, which Dinya then licked and sucked. The liqueur-filled black pudding involved Dinya wearing only black stockings, with coconut milk poured over the crotch area of ​​the stockings, which Ronan then vigorously sucked.

The aluminum can was invented by the locals, and canned coconut milk is a very common beverage here.

Ronan went to get a can. By this time, Dinya had already taken off and put on the can again, and was only wearing a pair of slightly thick matte black pantyhose.

“Sit up, open it up, and I’ll pour some in,” Ronan said to Dinia.

Dinia lay on the sofa, her long legs, encased in black stockings, spread apart. Her toes, pushing the stockings to the point of being half-transparent, rested on the sofa armrests. Her body arched upwards, her arms outstretched, prying open her full, tightly closed labia, revealing glimpses of her bright red vulva through the black stockings.

Ronan opened the jar and poured coconut milk over it. The coconut milk soaked into the crotch of the black stockings covering the fat manure, some of it spreading and making the crotch area translucent, while the rest seeped in and flowed into the open vulva.

He poured some out, filling the jar halfway. Ronan put the jar aside, bent down, opened his mouth, and began to suck vigorously, making a gurgling sucking sound.

Ronan kept sucking the coconut milk inside, as well as the coconut milk soaked in the black silk, into his mouth.

The strong suction made Dinya close her eyes and moan softly. Her black-stockinged legs involuntarily straightened, clamping Ronan's head between them. Her legs were stretched out, her insteps arched, and her toes pointed as if trying to pierce through the stockings. After a while, Ronan stuck out his tongue, sometimes teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sometimes playing with her labia, and sometimes slipping inside her stockings to stir.

Dignani's moans grew louder and more urgent.

Ronan looked up. "How about it, Didi? Their tongue skills are still far inferior to mine."

Dinia shoved Ronan's head back down. "Stop talking nonsense, keep going." She didn't want the feeling to stop.

After licking for a while, Ronan looked up again and said, "Wow, so much water, Didi, why do you look like you're about to climax?"

"Don't talk!" Dinia angrily pressed Ronan's head back into place. "Give me your hand, rub it, quick."

Having not done it for a very long time, she did feel an orgasm approaching under Ronan's oral teasing and assault. However, after all, she had been fucked by Ronan for decades and had tried all sorts of tricks. Even in her long-awaited state, even when Ronan's hands began to knead her breasts and flick her erect nipples, she could hardly reach orgasm. She was always just a little short of climaxing.

Ultimately, she still needed Ronan's penis inside her to experience that feeling of being completely filled, both physically and mentally, in order to reach orgasm.

After a while, Dinia pushed Ronan away, "It's your turn."

As she spoke, Dinia quickly pulled down Ronan's pants, poured the melted chocolate sauce from the other side onto him, knelt down, and began to perform super-fast and super-intense oral sex.

Her head swayed back and forth, left and right, swallowing and spitting rapidly, then slapping the glans against the sides. Sometimes she would spit it out and use her tongue to trace the coronal sulcus and poke the urethral opening, and sometimes she would perform deep throat vacuum suction.

“Oh, slow down, Didi, slow down.” Ronan hugged Diya’s head, reminding her and trying to calm her down.

Unfortunately, it had no effect whatsoever, and Dinya became increasingly aggressive.

"Stop, stop it, or I'll ejaculate," Ronan said patiently.

At this moment, Dinia finally calmed down, spat out the fully erect penis that was almost pressed against her abdomen, and quickly lay down on the carpet, spread her silk stockings, and stretched the black stockings at the entrance of her vagina, revealing the moist and red flesh hole. "Quick, insert it quickly."

Ronan made a small hole and quickly inserted it.

After a short while, seemingly not satisfied, Dinia turned around, pinned Ronan down, straddled him, and began to wildly twist her arms and thrust her hips forward.

The woman-on-top position didn't seem to be enough. Driven by lust, Dinia grabbed Ronan's legs and spread them apart, pressing Ronan's legs to either side of her head, folding her body, and then began to frantically thrust her lower body into Ronan's genitals in a downward pile-driving motion, like a madwoman completely dominated by lust.

The woman in black stockings exerted herself so hard that some muscle lines were visible, making the color of the stockings even more noticeable. Her feet were pressed firmly against the carpet, her toes gripping it tightly.

Her large, perky buttocks, stretched transparent by the black stockings, bounced up and down repeatedly, trembling with each impact, like two water balloons encased in black stockings being vigorously shaken.

At this moment, it wasn't Ronan fucking her, but rather she violently raping Ronan.

“Oh, right, that’s it, I’ll fuck your stinky cock off.” Dinia shouted, becoming more and more frantic, “Oh ho ho ho ho, ah, shoot, Ronan, why aren’t you shooting yet, you semen sausage.”

Dinia's actions weren't just intense; she had transformed into a juicer, her cervix opening and gripping the glans tightly as if trying to suck out the thick semen. The folded inner walls of her vaginal canal writhed and pressed against the entire penis like a terrifying worm digesting food, as if trying to squeeze out the semen.

Ronan had been holding back, and finally, Dinia completely lost her senses during a climax, ejaculating a huge amount of vaginal fluid before collapsing like a lump of mud.

Picking up the limp Dinia, Ronan laid her flat on the ground and masturbated a few times, then ejaculated a large amount of semen. Dinia's face, chest, stomach, and black-stockinged legs were covered with Ronan's thick, white, viscous, and yellowish semen.

Letting out a long breath, Ronan collapsed to the ground.

A moment later, Dinia came to her senses and casually reached out to touch herself, only to find her hand covered in a sticky, gel-like amount of semen. "You bastard, you've accumulated so much and you've been able to hold on for so long."

Ronan was quite pleased with himself. "Isn't this my only specialty? But you were really too fierce just now. Only I can withstand your onslaught."

Dinia took off her stockings, crumpled them up, wiped them on her body, and tossed them aside. "Let's not talk about this anymore. You know, the Divine Tree is about to activate, and the spacetime portal will open. Go and notify everyone." "Don't worry about that. I've already notified everyone. We can assemble at any time," Ronan replied.

After the portal opened and connected to the new universe, they naturally regrouped and went to explore the other side of the universe.

Based on Ahriman's predictions at the time, as well as some of Ronan's own ideas.

The other side of the time portal is most likely a planet with civilization, but what exactly it is like remains unknown.

If the opponent's rank is too high, there's nothing we can do but seal the portal.

Although sealing the time-space portals means that this world will eventually be destroyed, there's no other way. Every day counts, and there are still hundreds of years left. Maybe we can find another way.

If the opponent's rank isn't too high, then there's hope for this world.

Dinia stood up, picked up the half-finished coconut milk and gulped it down twice. "Tonight, we'll do it again, then you can rest for a few days before going to find Tina."

"Received," Ronan replied.

This time, he called everyone one by one, and he went individually in top form to ensure that he could finish shooting each person.

Chapter 1307

Agustina works as an instructor at the training base.

With so many extraordinary individuals and surrounded by the sea, Divine Tree Island might seem to lack the need for conventional, low-level military forces like soldiers, but in reality, it desperately needs them. Not for defense, nor for conducting military operations, but for protecting commercial interests overseas.

On Sacred Tree Island, the majority of the country's revenue comes from various high-tech products and patents.

However, there will always be people in this world who take chances, resort to unfair competition, and infringe on intellectual property rights.

At this point, the security team of the Divine Tree Island needs to step in.

The regular security team on Divine Tree Island consists only of women. Every person who stands out and gets a formal position is an artificial superhuman with three implants: a modified body, high computing power, high adaptability, and the ability to release fire elemental magic.

It can only be considered a very low-end, incomplete version of the combination of La, Lu, and Li, but they are known to the outside world as the "Fire Witch Team" and their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary artificial superhumans of the same level.

They all use fire magic, which is probably why Agustina was able to serve as an instructor.

Occasionally, there will be situations that even they can't handle. In those cases, the infringer is no longer an ordinary infringer and must be dealt with decisively.

High-ranking superhumans can remotely control beaked robots called "Eagle Angels" to directly deal with people in trouble.

At this moment, Ronan easily infiltrated the training base.

The female soldiers are training.

They are mostly descendants of immigrants and local indigenous people. Many of the immigrants are of mixed South American descent, including both Villans and locals. As a result, they have the look of Latin women from Ronan's original timeline. They generally have a wheatish complexion, are around 1.6 meters tall, and have large breasts and buttocks.

Inside the training ground with its thick wooden floors, the female soldiers wore close-fitting sports bra-style vests on their upper bodies and tight pants similar to yoga pants on their lower bodies, with visible nipples and camel toes. It was obvious that they were not wearing bras or underwear. On their feet were long socks and white training shoes with rubber soles similar to German training shoes.

The female soldiers were divided into different groups and took turns using different equipment in different areas. This equipment looked just like fitness equipment.

The row of squatting figures, in particular, looks remarkably similar.

After watching the camel's toe for a while, Ronan, who had transformed into a small round shield, went around to the back to observe. As he squatted down, his large, firm buttocks stretched his tight pants to a semi-transparent state. He slowly stood up and then slowly squatted down again.

On its own, it's not really enough to spark any ideas.

But this is a group of people, and they all have similar hairstyles, skin tones, body shapes, clothing, and temperaments. Such a group is very likely to arouse desire.

It makes one unable to resist fantasizing about embracing their breasts from behind, with one's penis pressing against their cleft, rising and falling with them, or lying below them, erecting one's penis, letting it penetrate their vaginas as they squat down, or even fantasizing about stopping time, having each of them climax, then stepping aside to let time flow again, and enjoying their wonderful expressions of confusion and panic.

Getting back to the point, they weren't actually working out; superhumans don't need to work out.

This is a training program that regulates the body and soul and rushes into the fusion implant. This pile of things that looks like fitness equipment is not actually fitness equipment, but rather magical machines that can influence the soul and affect the body.

The ultimate goal of this training is to enable them to transform into "Flame Ghosts," a state combining elementalization and ghosthood. This is why their combat power surpasses that of ordinary artificial superhumans, and they are known as the "Flame Witches Team."

The people training here are not the official team members; the official team members spend most of their time overseas on field missions.

Agustina herself sat on a chair to the side, not offering any guidance, but even reading a novel, completely ignoring the training ground. Apart from her clothing being the same as the female soldiers training, her lazy demeanor was completely out of place with the rigorous training here.

The one who actually guided the training on the field and frequently used vicious words to humiliate people was another female assistant instructor.

Until the bell rang, signaling the end of today's indoor training, the female soldiers went to the changing room to change and came out to say goodbye, but she barely acknowledged them. After the female soldiers left, the deputy instructor came over to give a report, but Agustina waved her hand, "You go too, I'll leave after I finish reading my novel." "Yes, Colonel." The female deputy instructor saluted and then left.

Only Agustina remained before Ronan finally appeared.

Ronan couldn't help but tease, "You're as lazy as ever, Tina."

Agustina closed the book, looked up, and said, "Although I didn't create this women's team, I transformed it from a peripheral, auxiliary force into the dominant force on the island, arguably the only regular military force. I finished what I needed to do twenty years ago. Now, I'll just be a mascot and occasionally handle problems that they can't handle."

From her time overseeing public security in Xinhai City hundreds of years ago until now, Agustina's working methods have remained unchanged: first, establish systems; then, supervise their implementation; and afterwards, she spends most of her time lying down rather than sitting, occasionally resolving problems or dealing with people that her subordinates cannot handle.

Ronan looked at Agustina's outfit and said, "Seriously, times are changing so fast. The old bodysuits lacked elasticity, the quality was poor, and they couldn't fit the body so well."

Agustina looked at Ronan and smiled, "Of course, I couldn't have been this erotic before. You got hard just looking at it."

“I’m serious,” Ronan said.

"Am I not proper?" Agustina asked provocatively.

One minute later, next to the mirror.

Agustina squatted down, legs spread apart, and vigorously performed oral sex on Ronan.

Ronan looked at the full-length mirror next to him, admiring Agustina's great figure in her tight-fitting workout clothes.

Agustina's breasts and buttocks were actually larger than many of the female soldiers', and her thighs were also thicker. However, at over 1.7 meters tall, she was much taller, and her legs were straighter, with a more balanced proportion between her thighs and calves. Her skin was also whiter, so she didn't look as fleshy as the female soldiers.

In the mirror, Ronan's gaze was almost fixed on the buttocks that swayed gently back and forth with the oral sex. The sheen and texture of the stretchy leggings, stretched to the point of being slightly transparent, were in no way inferior to thick black pantyhose, continuing to arouse him. And in this indoor training ground where a group of female soldiers had just conducted training, the lingering scent of their scent only intensified his excitement.

Agustina's expression grew increasingly ecstatic, completely lost in the moment. She missed that penis so much—its shape, its texture, its smell—she missed every single detail.

Soon, Ronan's penis was hard and erect. Agustina spat it out, then stood by the wall with her back to Ronan.

Ronan didn't immediately jump in. "How about you do squats, sitting down one rep at a time?"

"Hmph, you can do whatever you want," Agustina retorted.

Agustina took the equipment, and Ronan lay down on a high mat.

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Agustina's leggings had a hole in the crotch, and she gripped the barbell with both hands, slowly squatting down in a very standard posture.

Ronan lay on a high cushion, holding his penis and aiming it at the opening.

Agustina's labia touched the glans of the penis, and as she continued to squat, the penis was gradually swallowed up until, at the lowest point, most of it was inside her vagina, her labia sinking inward. Agustina let out a satisfied moan. After a moment's pause, Ronan cupped Agustina's shapely buttocks, encased in tight pants, and gently pushed her upward. Agustina began to rise, and the penis slowly slipped out of her vagina until it was completely out, her labia being pulled outward.