Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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A rare form of fate-based shapeshifting magic. Such power, if used properly—for example, in precision machining—would undoubtedly lead to great success and immense wealth. Unfortunately, it was taken to the dark side, where even crime yielded little profit. "You even have such a small Buddha zombie?" Ronan exclaimed in surprise.

To others, Faith had failed, letting the criminal escape, but in reality, she had summoned a shrike to chase after him. This was a Buddha zombie modified from a bird with demonic blood that was smaller but stronger than a normal shrike.

Faced with the ferocious little shrike, the two were forced to reveal their true forms, but immediately after revealing themselves, they were entangled by a huge man with a human body and a snake's head.

Soon, the two had no choice but to surrender.

Midway through, Faith sent a telegram, ordering someone to come and take the two away. She then walked with Ronan into a small western town. The town wasn't far from the railway, but there was another, larger town closer to the railway in front of it. So, although the town was quite wealthy and had a decent population, its fame was completely overshadowed by the other town, and it was virtually unknown in the area.

Faith came to the town for work.

Most of the people in the town are either robbers or accomplices of robbers, and a small minority know the situation but silently enjoy everything.

There's not much to say, let's start killing.

Killing someone like that is illegal, of course. Even if the other party is a criminal, as long as they are not caught, or if they are caught, the evidence is insufficient.

Since Faith was controlling the zombies remotely, it was extremely difficult to find evidence against her.

"What made you decide to go into business?" Ronan asked, completely unconcerned about the deaths of thousands of townspeople.

Faith remained calm. "Falek and Canaan spend money too fast. They can't even keep up with the money they make by dangling empty promises from rich people. They have to find ways to earn a little more and take some time to invest in aircraft manufacturing wages."

Chapter 1316

After slaughtering the town, Faith and Ronan went to the nearest large town not far from the station as if nothing had happened. They planned to stay there for two days and then take another train back to the East Coast.

The best hotels in town only have two selling points: first, the rooms, including the beds, are relatively clean; second, they have toilets available.

The two went upstairs one after the other, with Faith in front and Ronan behind.

Ronan looked up slightly and saw the buttocks tightly wrapped in light khaki pants. The firm, large buttocks made the two back pockets bulge. As he went up the stairs, the two buttocks, tightly wrapped in pants, kept swaying back and forth and side to side.

Faith wore a pair of thick-heeled, platform boots made of camel-colored suede sheepskin from swivel antelope, similar to riding boots. The leather was very soft, and the kneading process, which preserved its original shape as much as possible, made the top layer of leather very breathable.

The footsteps made the somewhat old stairs creak.

Ronan looked at the position where Faith's trousers were tucked into her boots. Based on his judgment, Faith was wearing capri pants. Only a small part of the pants was tucked in. With such up-and-down movements, the trousers could be pulled out of the boots at any moment. So, was she wearing stockings underneath?

Unfortunately, the hotel only had three floors, and their room was on the third floor. If they had gone up two more floors, their trouser legs would have definitely slipped out of their boots with each step, allowing Ronan to see if they were wearing stockings.

As soon as he entered the room, Ronan closed the door with his foot, then hugged Faith, kissed her several times, and pulled up her pants, revealing the skin of her legs covered by pearly brown stockings just below her knees. "She was wearing stockings, just as I suspected."

The slightly thick, pearlescent brown stockings were a shade darker than the camel color of the boots, but lighter than brown, and had a slightly oily sheen. They also felt very smooth to the touch.

Faith looked at Ronan in confusion, not understanding what he was doing. Wearing boots naturally involves wearing socks, and wearing stockings is normal too. Why did she need to guess? Then she said, "I knew it."

“You confused me for two minutes, I have to punish you properly,” Ronan said, hugging Faith’s leg and looking at the boots.

Before Faith could figure out what was happening, Ronan had already pulled out his still-erect penis and forcefully inserted it into her boot. His penis was sandwiched between the skin of her legs covered by brown stockings and the soft antelope leather, and Ronan began to fuck her.

Her skin had an inhuman smoothness, while the stockings provided some resistance, and the inside of her suede boots was also smooth.

The thrusting motion of the penis is very free, but also very stimulating.

Ronan stared intently at the boots, the penis, and the stockinged legs.

Faith looked at Ronan, puzzled. As for the feeling in her feet, it was strange, but nothing special.

The friction between the stockings and leather caused his penis to harden quickly, and the thrusting motion was enough to make the soft leather boots bulge out of his penis. Not satisfied with the position, Ronan pulled out, took off his clothes and pants, and carried Faith to the bed.

He simply untied her cavalry belt, took off her boots and trousers, then put her boots back on, leaving her in a side-lying position.

Then, Ronan adjusted the angle, pressing his thick, dark purple penis against the back of Faith's thigh, which was tightly clad in sheer, brown pearlescent stockings. He moved forward, the pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans drawing a line on the stockings, and finally, inserted it into the boot.

The penis returned to the space between the boot and the stockinged calf.

Ronan began thrusting, his buttocks pressed tightly against the back of Faith's thighs, which were tightly encased in brown stockings, rubbing back and forth incessantly, pushing his penis into her boots again and again, while his penis pressed against the smooth inner surface of the boots.

She rubbed her legs, which were covered by stockings, against them.

Faith looked at Ronan, who was engrossed in the moment, and said nothing.

Even after knowing each other for so long, she still sometimes couldn't understand Ronan, why his ordinary clothes and actions could excite him so much.

"I really want to fuck these horny boots to pieces, to shoot inside them," Ronan said, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing rapid. "To make you feel that hot, slippery fluid is flowing everywhere in the limited space enclosed by these boots, slowly trickling down your stocking-covered legs, seeping into your ankles, then flowing down to the soles of your feet, finally making the spaces between your toes slippery."

Faith, her face cold, said, "Logically, I should say disgusting." Ronan pulled out his penis, pulled Faith aside, then leaned down and pinned her down, almost nose to nose, asking, "Then, if we don't follow the rules, how do we say it?" "If we don't follow the rules, then naturally I'll support whatever you want. It's just a pity I can't act out that conflicted look of being forcibly violated, wanting to resist but unable to. I'm just playing along with your whims." Regret and self-reproach appeared on Faith's face.

Ronan pulled down her brown pantyhose, then lifted Faith's legs, which were still clad in suede sheepskin boots, and slowly moved forward, saying, "It's okay, you have your own scent."

Faith obediently lay back, wrapping her arms around the backs of her knees to keep her legs from falling down, leaving them fully exposed between her thighs, and asked, "What does it smell like?" "The smell of a blockhead," Ronan joked.

Faith didn't speak, but she expressed her attitude by gripping Ronan's arms tightly with both hands.

Ronan began thrusting.

Twenty minutes passed, and Ronan and Faith changed positions several times, from supporting each other's waists for rear entry, to lying down for side entry, then holding the child to urinate, then holding upside down for entry, and now lying face down and pressed tightly together in a wriggling rear entry position. The brown pearlescent stockings remained pulled down to halfway up the thighs. After the constant movements, the suede of the boots was wrinkled, covering half of the thighs, and the stockings at the knees were also wrinkled.

As Faith approached her climax, Ronan slowed down, saying as he continued, "In a couple of days, on a train sleeper, under the covers, I'll fuck you in this position too." As he spoke, Ronan's thoughts drifted into his fantasies, imagining that scene.

He had already seen the train they were going to take. It was spacious, with only two beds in each compartment and no upper berths. Ronan and Faith would definitely be in the same compartment, facing each other. As for whether the other side of the compartment could hear each other, he didn't know.

Upon hearing this, Faith did not respond, but she couldn't help but imagine the scene and the reactions of the other passengers in the same carriage. Suddenly, her moist room tightened.

“Ha, I knew it, you’d get excited hearing that.” Ronan said, inserting a finger into Faith’s anus, adding another layer of physical stimulation. “Ugh.” Faith groaned, and began to actively swing her hips back and forth, while twisting from side to side, like a raging electric motor. She had been tormented by the feeling of being on the verge of orgasm but unable to reach it for several minutes, and all she wanted was to climax quickly, to finish quickly.

"Since that's the case, then take it." Ronan suddenly sped up, no longer holding back.

Less than a minute later, Ronan was about to ejaculate, but at that moment, he suddenly pulled out, then inserted his boot, and ejaculated.

A large amount of hot, thick semen sprayed between the boots and the stockinged calves, seeping and flowing all the way, eventually making the soles and toes of the stockinged feet wet and sticky.

Chapter 1317

Willand, inside a film company.

In this world, photography as a means of recording images was invented many years earlier than in Ronan's original timeline.

It was originally invented to record the process of a magician casting magic or the steps of imprinting magic power onto a special medium, and then use it as teaching material.

However, both casting spells and making inscriptions must be done in one go, without pausing or slowing down too much. Therefore, the newly invented camera undoubtedly failed to meet the requirements.

In the end, they could only draw; the documentary was never made, but the animated film was.

However, that was decades ago. Nowadays, many people have started making live-action movies and showing them in theaters.

In this world of extraordinary powers, few attempt to make films that solely focus on supernatural elements, or even action elements. It's obvious that the effects in these films fall far short of reality, making them unappealing to audiences, especially since the mainstream movie-going audience consists primarily of superhumans. Of course, there are films featuring supernatural powers, but they are usually set in a fictional world with various intelligent races, and their main theme is a poignant tragedy, particularly those about possessing something but not appreciating it, only to realize its value years later, only to lose it forever. This kind of story is especially popular among mid- to high-level superhumans, as it often touches a soft spot in their hearts.

In the realm of film, the truly popular fantasy films fall into a broad category that assumes a world without supernatural powers as the setting for the story.

In fact, the idea of ​​using a fantasy world without supernatural powers as a story setting has been a major genre of stage drama performance for thousands of years.

If people in Ronan's original timeline liked to imagine that they possessed superhuman powers and could solve many problems easily, then people in this world like to fantasize that without superhuman powers, many problems would not exist.

Meanwhile, up-and-coming director Ashley is planning a fantasy film, or more specifically, a gangster film.

Ronan was looking at a sketchbook with storyboards drawn on it. "Isn't this storyboard a bit too hasty?"

Ashley shouted, "Shout! The storyboard is for me, the director, to see. As long as I can understand it myself, that's fine."

“Your film is too profound,” Ronan added. “Have you considered adding some lowbrow comedic elements?”

"Profound" is a term used by people with high emotional intelligence; to put it bluntly, Ashley's script is dull and uninteresting.

Ashley walked over and looked at Ronan. "You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?" Ronan smiled ingratiatingly, spreading his hands to look innocent. "I was just saying it casually."

Ashley sat down next to Ronan and sighed, “Making people laugh is a talent that takes a lot of effort. So-called comedic techniques are just poor summaries of talent, and unfortunately, I don’t have any talent for comedy.”

Ronan chuckled softly, "What's even more regrettable is that you don't have a talent for gangster films either. The reason your last film was successful was because the story was basically your autobiography in a different guise. It was both tragic and inspiring, and the overall tone kept switching between oppressive and exhilarating moments, so it's no wonder that the audience loved it. But this one is quite uninteresting."

"I guess you don't want to make any gangster films."

Upon hearing this, Ashley was taken aback. She really didn't want to make any more gangster films. However, as a director who had only recently entered the industry and had gained a little fame, it seemed that repeating successful formulas and consolidating her position was the right thing to do.

After a long silence, Ashley sighed softly and slowly said, "Actually, I'd like to try a romance film, but I don't have a definite idea yet."

Ronan smiled. "If I don't have a sword, I can't protect you; if I always hold a sword, I can't hold you tight. What do you think of this love story?"

Ashley immediately understood Ronan's meaning, and inspiration began to flow.

Ronan's words perfectly encapsulate why fantasy films, or stories set in a world without supernatural powers, can be so appealing to those with extraordinary abilities.

There are far too many extraordinary individuals in high positions who want to lay down their swords, especially those whose parents are ordinary people and whose childhood playmates are also ordinary people. The loneliness created by the differences and barriers is so painful. But if they were to lay down their swords, they would absolutely not be willing, because laying down their swords would only bring them endless difficulties caused by their incompetence, and they would not even be able to protect the things they care about.

Ashley stood up and looked at Ronan. "Come on, let's go eat. After we eat, we'll rest for a bit, then we'll quickly do it. After that, I'll take a shower."

"Does it have any special significance?" Ronan asked.

Ashley chuckled, "You used to be a creator of artistic works, don't you know that moments of inspiration are bursting after making love and while showering?"

“Haha, that’s true.” Ronan couldn’t help but laugh.

The two went to eat together.

It's also a fast food restaurant, said to have been opened by the son of a Seres woman who taught in the area. Its signature dish is quite unique. A piece of beef is flattened into a large slice with a meat mallet, then a layer of fatty pork grounds mixed with a lot of onions is spread on top, then rolled up, dipped in flour, egg wash, breadcrumbs, and deep-fried.

One bite reveals a crispy outer layer and tender, flavorful beef rolls inside. The onions and fatty pork have melted in your mouth, overflowing with juicy goodness. In this world and era of Weyland, slaughtering wasn't done with electrocution yet; instead, it was done with a knife, allowing for thorough bleeding and resulting in incredibly flavorful pork. Paired with a bowl of glistening rice and a small dish of sweet and sour chili sauce with green apple puree, it's a perfect way to cut through the richness.

It's hard to say whether this is Chinese or Western food, but Ronan would call it the king of fast food.

Sure enough, it's the Seres people who know how to eat.

After finishing their fast food, Ashley took Ronan to her place.

It's a courtyard covering more than 2,000 square meters inside the city, with a villa of several hundred square meters in the middle.

Before Ashley became a rising director, she was already a well-known actress in Wieland, with top-notch acting skills in dance, theater, and film. The reason she was only well-known despite her top-notch skills is that she mainly promoted herself, at most having a bunch of wealthy sycophants who couldn't get close to her, barely breaking even, unlike the most famous ones, who all had rich old men supporting them.

Rich guys still can't compare to rich old men.

"Haha, now that the rich old man is here, aren't the young rich guys going to be heartbroken?" Ronan joked.

“I’m a director now, can directors have husband fans?” Ashley retorted, then smiled and asked, “By the way, should I change my clothes?” At this moment, she was dressed in a very androgynous outfit: a three-piece suit, trousers, and leather shoes.

Ronan patted Ashley. "No need. I like the pantyhose. Besides, you're busy working on the script. There'll be plenty of time to change later. You'll have enough time to work on your script."

All the classic characters will be played.

"Hurry up, come on." Ashley said, pulling Ronan's pants down.

Chapter 1318

A week later, on the second night after the initial script was completed, Ashley, dressed in the costume of a character from the movie, prepared to recreate a classic scene in her bedroom.

What attracted Ronan most about her outfit was her glossy, tight black pantyhose. Under the stage lights, a noticeable bright line would appear between her long legs, which were tightly wrapped in these glossy pantyhose. When she made various movements, the changes in her leg shape and leg muscles could be seen more clearly.

Ronan knew about that movie.

That was her third and last film.

The film is a teen musical, set against the backdrop of dance troupes from several girls' schools performing at a festival six months later. The performances that receive the highest scores from the judges will select a few performers to receive free opportunities to have their bodies modified and be given extraordinary talents.

The plot focuses on one of the schools and has no obvious main protagonist.

The story, when examined closely, is quite commercial: a group of girls with diverse personalities, some of whom are talented and have their own ideas. However, their instructor is a loser from years ago who has given up. After several twists and turns, the inspired instructor rekindles his fighting spirit and begins grueling training. But at this point, several girls, for various reasons, no longer want to try. Some have encountered men who make empty promises, believing they can become extraordinary even without winning awards, completely immersed in fantasy. Some have suffered heartbreak, being dumped, and are depressed. Some have family problems—their stepfather injured at work, their mother urging them to start working early. Others have unexpectedly met a peer from another school whose dancing is stunning, making them feel their own chances are nonexistent.

"A lover should have something of his own; the best lover is one who is useful during the day as well."

"If you ignore me today, you'll be begging for my attention tomorrow."

"Even as a prostitute, an extraordinary person can fetch a high price."

"Talent? The ability to make a bunch of disgusting judges get hard while pretending to be elegant and giving high scores is true talent."

The teacher rattled off a string of witty remarks to several female students, then took off his conservative teacher's clothes, revealing a dance costume, and performed an elegant yet energetic dance that combined strength and beauty.

This teacher, whose role only ranks fifth, similar to several minor supporting characters, is played by Ashley.

After this dance, students and teachers worked together.

In the end, they came in second and failed to qualify as superhumans, but the female protagonists' perspectives changed. This may not be a perfect movie ending, but it is a perfect start to a new life for the characters.

Ashley won the first Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for this role, after which she retired from acting and moved behind the scenes, eventually becoming a director.

At this moment, dressed in her costume, she reenacted the dance from the play in front of Ronan.

As the dance ended, Ashley tossed her hair, her expression a mix of weariness and relief. "This was the first and last time I danced in a movie."

She completely shed the feel of dance and stage acting as soon as she became a film actress, which amazed many people.

And this final dance shocked the audience even more.

Ronan sat on the sofa, the dance from earlier still playing in his mind. He muttered blankly, "I'm hard, I really want to fuck you, but I don't want to, I absolutely don't want to talk about my dick. Could this be the best dance you were talking about?"

Ashley straddled Ronan, cupping his face in her hands. "My dear rich old man, there is no best."

Ronan's hands moved back and forth across Ashley's legs, which were encased in glossy stockings.