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Canaan, lying down, looked at Ronan. "Have you rested enough?"
"You want it again so soon?" Ronan asked.
Canaan smiled and said, "I'm getting into the zone."
"Want it? Then come over here and kneel down to lick it clean for me." Ronan said, standing up, his limp, fat worm facing Canaan.
Canaan crawled forward two steps, cleaned herself with her tongue, and immediately began a rapid series of oral sex acts, eager to start the next round.
Chapter 1313
At the northern end of the Southern Continent lies a small country called the Wheel-Turning Buddha Kingdom. Its territory is mainly the area of Morocco in North Africa in the original timeline of Ronan. It is located at the northern tip of Africa, bordering the Atlantic Ocean to the west and facing Portugal across the sea to the north.
Although this place is small, the climates of the coast and the inland areas are very different. The coastal climate is pleasant and the vegetation is lush, earning it the reputation of "a cool land under the scorching sun." In contrast, the inland areas are hot and dry in summer and snowy in winter.
This place was conquered by the Vena over a thousand years ago, then fell into the hands of the Arabs, and later was ruled by the rising Belial people. Then, the Fas Kingdom, under Ronan's rule, flourished, and the place became a colony of the Fas Kingdom. Over a hundred years ago, Isabella, with her newly repaired and modified space carrier and a group of androids modeled after herself and Ronan, leased this country from France for a single silver coin.
It wasn't that Ronan was biased, but rather that Isabel wanted these things and they were given to her. If others were interested in doing something this important, they could have done it too.
Ultimately, after defeating Ahliman, it's not impossible for Ronan to become captain.
One hundred years ago, after the war, this country gained independence and established the Wheel-Turning Buddha Kingdom. The biggest difference is that it has a reincarnation system.
Aside from the guilty, everyone has the potential to be reincarnated after death as a "fetal fruit," a substance that can carry memories and, upon maturing and falling to earth, appears indistinguishable from a human embryo. The more merit a person possesses, the more memories they retain, and the earlier their reincarnation will be.
People born from the womb receive social upbringing.
If you ask where the money comes from, it comes from the country, of course. The Wheel-Turning Buddha Kingdom possesses all sorts of cutting-edge technologies, and its domestic agriculture and industry are extremely strong. It can even obtain extremely high profits from foreign trade by relying on certain high-tech products alone. In short, it is very rich.
The Buddhist kingdom levies heavy taxes, but despite these taxes, its people remain very wealthy.
On the other hand, in the Buddhist realm, it is perfectly fine to give birth to one's own child, and it is even fine to adopt a fetus. However, one cannot adopt a fetus that has accumulated great merit in a previous life.
However, the entire system still has a fundamental problem – how to assess merit?
Simple rules are easy to exploit, and people can even manipulate them in the gaps. Complex rules, on the other hand, can be interpreted in multiple ways and used to cause trouble.
Ultimately, Isabel chose to develop a detailed and complex set of rules.
However, if such a thing is simply a rigid, mechanical rule, it will undoubtedly drive a large group of people to grind for merit like gamers. Furthermore, and more importantly, the concepts of good and evil are inherently narrow and subject to bias. The same action might be good today but evil tomorrow; it might be good for one group but evil for another.
The world is changing and relative; this is the most basic principle of materialism. However, even the most materialistic, mechanical approach of simply stating the obvious cannot handle such problems.
This is why, when Isabel asked several AIs why their high-tech civilization didn't use a single system to manage society, they all laughed. The most materialistic things can't handle the most materialistic problems—it's laughable, isn't it? But it's the truth.
How to do?
Isabelle had to arrange for someone to act as an assessor.
So a new question arises: how to avoid the exchange of benefits? As we all know, so-called supervision is like a nested doll.
Isabel could only reduce the assessors' authority and increase their responsibilities.
Such behavior is tantamount to depriving grassroots civil servants of power while still requiring them to be responsible at all times, directly leading to the decline of grassroots civil servants.
In the end, Isabel could only make adjustments continuously.
The more merit one accumulates, the harder it becomes to do so, and once a certain level is reached, the benefits diminish sharply. Even if one has little merit, things won't be too bad. As a result, the motivation to accumulate merit is greatly reduced, and people are more willing to do small good deeds and are not afraid to do some minor bad deeds.
Regarding the rules of merit, some major issues of right and wrong are very simple and beyond dispute. However, some minor issues are subject to much disagreement. As a result, a system called the Merit Court was created in the Buddhist kingdom, which also gave rise to a large number of lawyers specializing in handling such cases.
For evaluators, various methods are employed, including hierarchical authority, lifelong accountability, internal and external supervision, and a system where some identities are transparent while others are opaque. Although the exchange of benefits is still very common, it is much more difficult to implement and more prone to backfiring.
At this moment, in a compartment on the space carrier.
“Your Buddhist kingdom sounds very different, but it doesn’t look that different,” Ronan said to Isabel.
"Do you think I'm still the same person I used to be?" Isabel retorted sarcastically, then said, "This whole system of reincarnation based on merit was never intended for the majority, but rather to encourage a select few with exceptional talent to do good for the country and its people, so that those with power and wealth would be afraid to do evil."
Isabelle is no longer the person who wholeheartedly wanted to build an ideal world; she encourages a minority and suppresses a minority.
"The so-called 'Meritorious Court' is essentially a channel for ordinary citizens to sue bureaucrats and capitalists. What good is a normal court, even if it's perfectly fair? If an official wins, they're merely punished with three cups of wine; if a capitalist loses, they pay a small amount of money, which is negligible. But the Meritorious Court is different. If you lose, you lose merit. In the Buddhist realm, some negative merit cannot be offset by good deeds. Accumulating enough negative merit means you'll be reborn as an animal in your next life." "As for the assessors, an exchange of benefits is unavoidable. However, this adds a new element to the existing game of money and power, a new element that can bring sustained vitality to an organization or society, slowing its decay while preparing for a revolution." Applause erupted, and Ronan clapped at Isabel. "You've really grown, Isa. By the way, have you considered expansion?"
Upon hearing this, Isabel's expression darkened. "The biggest problem in the Buddhist Kingdom today is this: far too many people believe that the Buddhist Kingdom is the best and most civilized country in the world, and that they have an obligation to bring such civilization to other barbaric places."
This is not wishful thinking; the Buddhist Kingdom truly possesses the ability to bring civilization to other countries. Over the past century, Isabella has used a series of technologies to eliminate mortals from the kingdom. Despite its small size, the Buddhist Kingdom has a population of several million.
“Ha, civilization is arrogance, arrogance is barbarity, and the most civilized is also the most barbaric.” Ronan laughed. “Isn’t that interesting?”
Isabel glared at Ronan. "This is not funny at all." Now, most of the thirty-six "daughters" she initially brought were warmongers, and she was completely powerless to stop this country from challenging the world order and bringing its own desires to other places. However, she knew very well that when "Buddha" went to save people, "Buddha" was no longer Buddha, but a demon.
Ronan hugged Isabel and said, "Alright, let's live for today and worry about tomorrow later."
Chapter 1314
Bed.
Ronan sat with his legs apart, and Isabel sat in his lap.
Isabel had taken off her headscarf, which was adorned with various jeweled beads, and set it aside. It was inconvenient, and there wasn't much bright sunlight indoors, so she didn't need it.
As Ronan and Isabel shared a passionate kiss, one hand slipped inside her collar to fondle her breasts, while the other caressed her legs encased in white stockings. Isabel wore a pink orchid dress, the bodice very fitted, accentuating her curves at the chest and waist. The sleeves were entirely made of sheer white silk, and the skirt was a matching pink orchid lotus pattern with royal blue cloud designs. The high slit in the skirt resembled lotus petals, and even when she was standing, a small patch of her thighs, partially covered by the semi-transparent white stockings, was visible. In this position, Ronan could almost see her entire pair of white-stockinged legs when he looked down. Her original shell-white strappy high-heeled sandals had been removed and placed under the bed, revealing her feet completely covered in white stockings.
Isa's legs were neither slender nor fleshy; they were well-proportioned and straight, giving her the appearance of a sporty, youthful girl.
However, at this moment, her outfit, along with the white stockings, gave off a sense of pure innocence accompanied by sanctity, yet also a subtle eroticism and desire.
While Ronan was doing this to her, Isabel was also stroking Ronan's penis up and down through his thin, loose trousers. The long-lost thickness, hardness, and heat traveled from her palm all the way to her heart, and then surged down from her heart, as if a hot current was about to flow out, causing her to involuntarily close her thighs together.
A pair of long, white-stockinged legs lay draped over the bed, thighs pressed together, calves spread apart, and toes slightly turned inward through the white stockings, forming an outward-pointing shape.
Sitting with her long, white-stockinged legs stretched out, she looked very tense and restrained, but that only made her more alluring and tempting to violate. Ronan's hand immediately slipped between her closed thighs and touched her soft labia.
The underwear was so thin, almost like nothing at all. Ronan ran his finger along it and the outline of the cleft was revealed.
“Isa, your Buddhist country is anything but Buddhist,” Ronan said. “I’ve seen many women dressed like this outside before. Who could resist?”
This is no exaggeration. The sun is strong here, it's a bit hot but not too hot. Many women are wearing the same style as Isabelle: headscarves, long lotus-patterned slit dresses with sheer sleeves, white stockings, and high-heeled sandals—cool and sun-protective.
"Uh-huh." Isabel groaned softly, squeezing his penis hard. "You think everything a woman wears is erotic." "Don't talk nonsense. I have absolutely no interest in those haphazardly matched outfits, even if they have stockings." Ronan said, as if in revenge, he rubbed his clitoris hard with his fingertips through the white stockings and thin silk panties.
Isabel slapped Ronan's arm to stop him from touching his clitoris, saying, "What business is it of yours what other people wear?"
"I didn't say it was my business; I just said I wouldn't be interested."
As he spoke, Ronan's fingers slid up and down along the cleft of the flesh.
With Ronan touching her vagina like that, Isabel also vigorously and quickly stroked Ronan's penis.
Ronan pinched Isabel's breast with his other hand. "If you use your hand to masturbate, I'll pretend I didn't. But if I do it to you for a while longer, you might squirt." "You bastard," Isabel said, giving it a twist.
"Ouch!" Ronan winced in pain. "If you break it, you'll be the one who suffers the loss, my dear Isabel." With that, Ronan stood up and stepped back, pulling down his pants. His magnificent, monstrous penis sprang out. He took two steps forward and used the head of his penis to kiss the corner of Isabel's mouth. "Come on, Isabel."
Isabel got up and sat down opposite him. Ronan thought she was going to crawl over and give him oral sex, but instead she stretched out her leg and jumped on his penis.
“Oh, you can use your mouth or your feet too,” Ronan said with a laugh.
Isabel withdrew her white-stockinged leg and stared at Ronan. "If you want to fuck me, I won't give you oral sex. What do you want?"
Ronan pounced on Isabel, pinning her down and kissing and touching her, pleading in a deliberately fake voice, "My dear Isabel, please give me a blowjob, I beg you, I'm going to cry if you don't agree."
"Disgusting, so annoying." Isabel tried to push Ronan away, but couldn't.
Ronan laughed, "If you don't give it to me, I'll keep using this tone to disgust you."
"I...I'm really scared of you." Isabel finally gave in.
Isabel knelt down, lowered her head, and began to swallow, lick, and lick.
Ronan's hands were also busy. With one hand, he used his thumb and forefinger to pull and rub Isabel's nipple until it became erect, then he moved on to the other one. With his other hand, he tickled her crotch through her pantyhose and thin underwear, making Isabel's little anus twitch.
Isabel wanted it more and more, and looked up several times, only to be pressed down by Ronan. The fourth time she looked up, she got angry.
Ronan chuckled, "I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore." With that, he pinned Isabel down, lifted her skirt, and revealed that her panties and white stockings were already soaked with her juices. Ronan tore the crotch of the white stockings, pulled her panties aside, and squeezed his large glans inside.
"Mmm~" Isabel tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a long, nasal moan. Her white-stockinged legs immediately wrapped wantonly around Ronan's waist.
As if anticipating what lewd things Ronan was about to say, Isabel suddenly opened her eyes and glared at Ronan, "Shut up and do your job properly."
"Yes, Your Majesty." After saying that, Ronan kissed Isabel, and the two began to make love, their tongues intertwining.
After a while, Ronan stood up straight, grabbed Isabel's white silk ankles with both hands, pried them apart, then closed them and lifted them up, with her soles facing the sky. He looked down at the fleshy mass of her thighs and buttocks covered in white silk, while watching his thick, long penis go in and out, causing his labia to fold inward and outward.
Moving my gaze forward, I saw breasts swaying and trembling with each thrust; moving further forward, I saw a face with eyes closed and lips bitten, reserved yet even more alluring; on either side, hands were wiping the sheets.
The combination of her pink and white orchid-colored attire with this outfit gives the impression of insulting a saint, which is quite exciting.
An excited Ronan placed Isabel's white-stockinged feet on his face, kissing and licking them while thrusting into her faster and harder, ignoring her melodious moans, completely intoxicated and enjoying himself.
Before he knew it, Ronan realized how much time had passed. The trembling of his penis, a sign of impending ejaculation, brought him back to his senses. "Isha, you're so horny. I haven't even had a chance to finish you off before you're already going to cum."
Isabel could only moan. It wasn't that she didn't want to respond, but rather that Ronan's relentless and repeated thrusting had kept her in a state of mild climax for quite some time. She wanted to have a real climax, but she was always just a little short, yet she couldn't escape this state of mental confusion.
"Alright, I'll shoot you first, there's still plenty of time." With that, Ronan suddenly sped up the pace.
Ronan's low growl was completely drowned out by Isabel's high-pitched, lewd moans. His penis throbbed, and just as he was about to ejaculate, Ronan suddenly pulled out. He then stroked it a couple of times, and dozens of thick, white, viscous semen shot out.
Semen was everywhere on Isabel's face, chest, her sacred yet erotic dress, and her pure white stockings.
Smearing the remaining semen on his legs creates a truly perfect scene of lewdness.
Chapter 1315
A luxury train traveling from Frannia westward is passing through the somewhat desolate but magnificent central region.
A standard carriage on a luxury train can only sell a maximum of three tickets. Each ticket represents a complete set of seats, including a wide sofa on the left, a double bed, and additional chairs and a table. If you don't mind the space, three or four people can share one seat.
Of course, when people take this kind of train, they usually travel in pairs, but some travel alone, like Faith.
There were four people in the same section as Faith: a couple consisting of a somewhat mature-looking man and a young woman with heavy makeup, and two other girls who were with her.
The somewhat mature-looking man was named Worm, a descendant of Dutch immigrants, and a mid-level manager at the largest railway company in France, at the fourth rank. His abilities were neither high nor low, just like his position. He was stronger than many people and could manage many people, but he was always just one step away from the true upper class.
Although he looks to be in his early thirties, he is actually over sixty. Worm has given up his ambition to climb the corporate ladder and moved to a higher-paying, more relaxed department, but one that is far from the core.
His work is now secondary; it's mainly about making a living, and making a living mainly involves hunting for women.
At the company headquarters, even those pretty girls who were just first-tier and would never amount to anything wouldn't show him much respect. But in places like the Midwest, women of the same rank treated him very differently.
Just like Jenny, the gaudy girl in his arms, who was dressed somewhat garishly. She was the daughter of a farmer whose father was much richer than Worm, but the girl was full of adoration and deference towards him.
All I can say is that this era is truly terrible. Worm believes that if he were alive a few hundred years ago, he would at least be a minor lord or a wealthy merchant, but now in a big city, he can only be a middle manager.
Jenny turned her head and stared at Faith for a while, glaring angrily.
Her submissiveness doesn't mean she won't get jealous.
Worm pulled Jenny aside to explain that Faith was a major shareholder and director of their company, and that his boss was extremely subservient to her. He initially wanted to say she acted like a servant or a dog, but then he thought, if his boss was a servant or a dog, what was he then?
Jenny's eyes lit up. Admittedly, she did like Worm and even had some admiration for him, but that didn't mean she wasn't calculating. As a girl who wouldn't inherit much, she was with Worm mainly to meet new people and break out of her established circle.
Worm knew this too, but when it comes to playing with women, it's not that women are afraid of wanting them, it's that they are afraid of not wanting them. Women who want special resources are easier to control than those who only want money. But at this moment, he was very nervous, afraid that Jenny would forcefully strike up a conversation with Faith and bring trouble upon herself.
"Don't do anything reckless. She's not someone you can easily get along with. If you mess with her, no one can protect you," Worm rushed in to warn her, his eyes fixed on Jenny.
Startled by the look in her eyes, Jenny paused for a moment. "W-how could that be? I'm not stupid." She then gave an awkward laugh.
As soon as she finished speaking, a man entered from another carriage. "Faith, you're actually riding in the car yourself?"
"I not only ride in the car myself, but I also eat and go to the toilet myself."
Faith replied in a detached and indifferent voice.
The two men's words left Worm and Jenny dumbfounded.
Is this what you call being difficult to get along with?
Ronan sat down in a chair, facing Faith, who was sitting on the sofa by the window reading a book. "You really have a lot of free time."
“To be honest, I’m working.” Faith closed her book and looked out the window at the vast land. “It’s been another hundred years since a war has affected the world. The times are on the verge of chaos again. A few hundred years ago, crimes committed by superhumans were rare. After all, a superhuman could easily become a plantation owner; their status was high enough that there was no competition. But now, there are too many superhumans. In any country, only one or two percent of the population can control the majority of the wealth, not one or two percent.”
"But the problem is, the vast increase in wealth now compared to the past was created by these new extraordinary individuals, yet they haven't received much of it." "Who can accept that?"
"So, there are quite a few extraordinary people who have switched to illegal and criminal activities these days. A few days ago, a freight train was hijacked, and this train was also robbed not long ago."
“I understand, but I won’t agree. After all, I’m one of that one percent.” With that, Faith looked at the two girls who were walking together and asked, “Right, ladies, oh, I should say gentlemen?” The two “girls” at the front of the carriage did not react at all, because any reaction would be tantamount to admitting that they understood what Faith was saying, which would be tantamount to admitting it without being asked.
However, Faith's magic threads had already arrived.
She wasn't 100% sure the other person was the thief, but being a suspect was enough. As for the two gentlemen's remark, it was a ruse based on some clues.
The fact that they were able to escape makes them even more suspicious.
If they can't escape, then let them experience the ultimate pleasure.
The two chose to escape immediately, their bodies rapidly shrinking to the size of a finger, but their speed was incredibly fast. They instantly passed through the net made of silk threads and flew off the train.
To everyone's surprise, the first suspect tested positive.