Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"By the way, don't the teachers and students here recognize you?"

Ronan joked with Falek.

There are three bronze statues in the large square inside the school gate; the one on the right is her.

She was the third founder of the university.

Why do I say this? Because this university has a complex history. Its predecessor was a church theological institute several hundred years ago, a common practice within the church. In Ronan's original timeline, the theological institute was the birthplace of science; indeed, scientists were born from theologians, a group of church members who used logic to question God in order to prove His existence. The situation is similar in this world, or perhaps even more so because while the Seven Holy Churches in this world are monotheistic, their secular elements surpass those of Christianity. This is because they truly have a "Jesus," the artificial intelligence robot that came to this world before the time portal completely closed.

The first founder was a priest.

The second founder was also a priest and the founder of Protestantism. Although his magical skills were not high, he was the creator of magical artifacts. It was from him that magical artifacts came into existence.

Falek was the third founder. She led a group of people to transform the somewhat declining academy, which had focused on divine magic and magical artifacts, into a comprehensive university. In reality, she was the true founder of this university.

“How could you recognize that? Look at the size of that bronze statue,” Falek replied to Ronan with a smile.

The bronze statue bears a striking resemblance to Falek, but their figures are quite different. The real Falek had enormous breasts and extremely full buttocks, making her look like a ripe, sensual bomb. The bronze statue, on the other hand, is more about being well-endowed, with a touch of sexiness, but more about being intellectual and scholarly.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha, that's true. People are unwilling to believe, and cannot accept, that the founder looks so exciting."

Falek smiled helplessly, "To be honest, it's quite troublesome. There are too many male students here who like me, and some even insist on joining my research group just for me."

"You're happy to have free labor?" Ronan joked.

“I feel sorry for them. This is the time when they are making the most progress in their lives. They should be working hard in the field they are best suited for, instead of switching to a less suitable field because of a woman. Although it can’t be called a waste of time and energy, it has still delayed them to some extent,” Falek sighed. “I myself spent the best period of my life fighting in the palace. If it weren’t for that, I would have achieved something by now.”

As the two walked and talked, several boys glanced at Falek and Ronan with surprise but didn't say anything. A few girls came up to greet them, but didn't ask who Ronan was.

“I didn’t expect you to get along so well with the girls here,” Ronan said, and sat down on a bench by the flower bed.

Falek sat down and began to explain, "It's a sorority, and I'm a member too, but I don't usually participate in their activities."

Ronan, with his arms outstretched and legs crossed, said, "I reckon in a couple of days, news of you walking intimately with a strange man will spread, and those young men who are infatuated with you will probably be heartbroken."

Falek was getting impatient. "Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense." "Ha, okay, let's get serious. What research topic have you been thinking about lately?" Ronan asked, getting down to business.

“The free transfer of demonic particles is roughly equivalent to entering a state close to the eighth level, becoming ghost-like, and then completing a spatial jump,” Falek replied. “Even if we encounter an alien civilization several levels more advanced than ours, as long as we can achieve this state, even without using supernatural powers, we can still survive in the confrontation. Unless the other civilization can manipulate and alter a vast area of ​​space, but that's something even Kate and Wen Jin's civilization, which can upload consciousness and travel between stars, can't do. I suppose our luck shouldn't be that bad.”

"Isn't this all that Dinia and I can do on this planet?"

Ronan asked.

That's right, now that he's the "Agent of God," he and Dinia can do this, but only on this planet shrouded in the supernatural system.

It's fair to say that Ronan and Dinah are now very close to becoming quantum ghosts.

“That’s the idea, but if this project is completed, you can do it even in places without a supernatural system.” Falek leaned back, looking slightly wistful. “In short, pursuing the truth at this time is also preparing for the worst-case scenario.”

"You've worked hard." Ronan patted Falek on the back.

“It’s just the theoretical stage now, what’s the hard work?” Falek laughed. “When the time comes, we’ll have to use you as an experiment, and you’ll be the one who has to work hard.”

Ronan stood up. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go get something to eat, and then I'll give you a good hard time."

“Let’s go then.” Falek stood up, his chest heaving even though he was wearing thick clothes. “There aren’t many decent places around here. I’ll take you to a nice place. This restaurant has a fusion style. For example, their sausage pasta with sauce is quite good, and their signature mixed meat soup is also very good. It’s warming up in the dead of winter.” Switz is Switzerland from Ronan’s original timeline. When Falek said it had a fusion style, he meant it combined the styles of Germany, France, and Italy.

This pasta with grilled sausage is a perfect example; the sauce is French, the sausage is German, and the pasta itself is self-explanatory.

On such a cold day, we had a hot meal and some drinks.

After leaving the restaurant, Falek took Ronan to her home.

It sits on a grassy hillside, its architectural style departing from the symmetrical aesthetics of traditional architecture. It is irregular, with many curves, and its exterior is completely gray and white, exuding a modern style.

“It’s a friend’s work,” Falek explained. “It’s not just for show; the internal facilities are quite complete.”

"Is the bathroom big?" Ronan asked.

“Very big,” Falek replied. “You know, this fat guy loves taking baths.”

"I've never thought you were fat."

Chapter 1322

Upon entering, Falek took off her dark brown, V-neck, oversized deerskin boots. The boots showed natural fading, clearly indicating that she wore them frequently and took good care of them.

For some reason, Ronan looked very familiar.

Seeing Ronan's puzzled look, Falek smiled, "They look familiar, don't they? They're the same pair you made for me back then, a perfect replica." These boots flattered her slightly thick calves, making her legs look longer and more slender.

Falek wore a pair of matte velvet-textured thick black stockings on her legs and a pair of black cotton knit socks on her feet.

He lit the fireplace and took off his coat.

She set aside her fur cloak and took off her long trench coat, leaving her in only a high-necked knit sweater. The high-necked sweater made her already very full and bulging mature breasts appear even larger and more exaggerated, as if they were stuffed with two large coconuts, about to burst the sweater.

The lower half of her body was only visible through the sweater that extended past the crotch.

"You're not wearing a skirt?" Ronan asked.

“No, the trench coat is this long,” Falek replied, turning around to show his back.

The sweater could cover the front, but it couldn't hide her large, fleshy buttocks in black stockings. If Dinia was like two water balloons squeezed together, then Falek's buttocks were like two large rubber balls squeezed together. The thick black stockings were stretched to the point of being almost transparent, especially between the two buttocks, where the thick black stockings were stretched much thinner. While others might have a cleft, hers was practically a cleavage. Her black thong, already a rather large size, sank into the cleavage, making it look like a tiny thong against the backdrop of her large, fleshy buttocks.

Ronan couldn't help but grab it with both hands, pressing his face against it, feeling the smooth yet taut black stockings enveloping his soft, elastic but firm flesh.

Falek, who was being brutally violated by Ronan, stood in the living room with nowhere to put her hands. Her hands were dangling in mid-air, and her rapid, heavy breathing and the struggle of her body caused her breasts to jiggle slightly.

Ronan looked as if he wanted to bury his head in the cleavage of the black stockings. After vigorously kneading the stockings, he began to move his hands down to his thighs.

Falek's thighs were very fleshy. If it weren't for her large, fat belly, her thighs wouldn't have been very attractive. They gave off a rather overly voluptuous, mature woman vibe. But since her legs were an extension of her large, fat belly, they were just right.

The feel is exceptionally good; a firm grip reveals the fleshy texture of the legs encased in thick black stockings, overflowing from between your fingers.

I felt Ronan's warm, moist mouth and hot, powerful hands again after a long time.

Farek tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his hands involuntarily grasping his large breasts. Even though he wasn't being fucked, the strange feeling was no less than having sex. His pent-up, hot urine overflowed like a flood, and his lips kept opening and closing under this stimulation, calling for the penis to enter and fill him.

After persisting for a short while, Falek lightly touched his lips and said, "Ronan, stop licking and fuck me."

Ronan stood up and asked, "So fast?"

Falek nudged Ronan with his elbow and said reproachfully, "Can't you smell anything if your nose is blocked? If it is, just touch it."

Ronan penetrated Falek's legs from behind, reaching directly to the front of his anus. He rubbed his fingers together, finding it wet and sticky.

Even with such thick stockings, they were soaked through with her juices.

Ronan grabbed Falek's chest through his sweater. "It's not fully hard yet. I'll masturbate a couple of times and then I'll insert it."

"Stop masturbating, just come in." Falek spoke in a commanding tone. She knew perfectly well that even if Ronan was only half-erect, his thing was still parallel to the ground, and its hardness was not bad either.

“Okay.” Ronan agreed, using his little finger to make a cut in the crotch of the thick black stockings, then pulled the panties aside and inserted them.

As it penetrated deeper, it stepped forward, and when it was about halfway inserted, it pinned Falek against the wall.

As Ronan thrust deeply, her full, plump breasts, covered by a sweater, were pressed against the wall into two thick, fleshy patties, while her large, soft, fleshy stomachs, covered by matte black stockings, were also pressed into two thick, fleshy patties.

As Ronan pulled back, Falek leaned backward, the two front meat patties returned to their full state, while the two back meat patties bounced back onto the two large snake-like black silky flanks.

Ronan gradually deepened the penetration, increased the intensity, and accelerated the speed, even pushing upwards at the deepest point, causing Falek's body to rise, forcing him to tighten his calves and touch the ground with his toes.

Not long after, Ronan slowed down, because his penis was so hard and painful, and he felt like he was holding in his urine.

Ronan grabbed Falek's breasts through her sweater with both hands and slowly fucked her while whispering, "Falek, you're so wet and hot inside, I almost lost control."

Falek pressed his hands against the wall, "You are the one, so hot and hard, my uterus is about to melt."

“I’ll carry you to the bed, I want you to lie on your stomach,” Ronan said, and before Falek could reply, he had already picked her up.

Ronan took a few steps to the bedside, threw Falek onto the bed, caught his breath, and then penetrated again.

A moment later, Ronan flipped Falek over, grabbed her fleshy, black-stockinged calves with both hands, and began to pound her flesh.

Soon, Ronan made Falek lie on her side, grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up, while stuffing her chubby little black-stockinged foot into his mouth and thrusting into her from the side.

The plump, voluptuous black silk-clad buttocks trembled incessantly, wave after wave, while the two large, fleshy breasts, barely contained by a sweater, also shook violently in sync.

Seeing this, Ronan completely lost control and began an even more ferocious bombardment.

Before long, that feeling of being suffocated and about to explode came back.

This time, Ronan wasn't going to hold back anymore. He pulled out, then took off Falek's sweater and oversized bra, mounted her, and used her large breasts to clamp his penis between them.

Falek also opened her mouth in cooperation, and every time Ronan's penis thrust up, she would forcefully squeak the glans.

After several dozen thrusts, Ronan ejaculated. The first jet, like a high-pressure water jet, sprayed into Falek's wide-open mouth with such force that it even bounced and splashed. Then came a dozen more jets in succession. Falek, who was skilled at swallowing, couldn't even keep up and coughed several times.

After Ronan finished, he lay down, and Falek immediately crawled over to clean him up. Once he was done, he began to suck and swallow, making no attempt to let the thing go soft. "So thirsty?" Ronan asked.

Falek looked up, his eyes burning with a hint of resentment. "Even if I keep working until this time tomorrow, I still won't be full."

“Is that so?” Ronan asked again.

"Of course." Falek answered with certainty, cupping her large breasts in her hands and beginning to perform oral sex while her penis slowly hardened.

“Now I’m going to show you some technique,” ​​Ronan said, having barely used any skills before.

Falek didn't respond; she just spoke more earnestly.

"You've all worked so hard, but don't worry, you won't be sleeping for long periods of time anymore," Ronan said, implying that he would have plenty of time in the future.

Falek looked up. "That depends on how easy it is to deal with the situation on the other side of the time portal."

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"Actually, it's highly likely that it will be easy to deal with."

Chapter 1323

December, Seris, Northeast China, Changchun.

Throughout its thousands of years of history, Seris in this world has experienced more and more intense internal strife, but it has never been ruled by any other race. In this era, although Seris has begun to decline once again, it is still not something that any of the surrounding regimes can afford to offend.

Without certain historical factors, Changchun would not have received so much investment and become a heavy industrial base.

Changchun in this world, in this era, is just a relatively large city in Northeast China, and relatively good in all aspects.

Zhao Yingqi, whom Ronan always calls Xiao Ying, now lives in this city.

Her experiences over the past ten years have been nothing short of magical.

She had initially come to the north to wander around. She happened to buy some food from a villager's house and casually answered a few math questions that the villager's children couldn't understand. Then a group of children gathered around her. Later, the village chief came and asked her to stay. Old Zhao's wife herself liked children, so she stayed.

However, she knew and was skilled in so many things that she was practically omniscient and omnipotent to the people of this place. She knew more about farming and agricultural economics than the villagers. She knew how to repair and modify various mechanical equipment. In fact, she knew more than the villagers about raising animals that produce hides, how to process leather, and how to make high-priced leather products. Before long, Madam Zhao became the village chief.

Later, she became the deputy mayor.

Normally, this would be the end of the process, because in the Seris system, decisions must be made after investigation and discussion starting from the position of mayor.

Little did she know, a second-generation rich kid with some status in the area took a liking to her, but she was rejected.

Not only did they relentlessly pester her, but they also resorted to both soft and hard tactics.

Madam Zhao thought to herself that she wasn't a great beauty, nor did she have any illustrious background.

Anyway, she was annoyed and angry.

However, she was not good at dealing with these problems, nor did she know how to deal with bureaucrats. After thinking it over, she only had one solution left: kill the other side, kill the other side's father, and kill all the powerful relatives without sparing a single one.

The extraordinary crime, involving the assassination of an official, and the fact that the perpetrator was quite powerful, immediately attracted attention.

Madam Zhao didn't run away; she killed someone and also obtained a lot of incriminating material.

She figured if the investigation team could find her, she could hand over the incriminating evidence and then run away. After all, with her abilities, there weren't many level seven individuals, so she could easily run away in front of everyone. If they couldn't find her, even better. She could continue being the deputy mayor, and when Ronan came, she would resign and leave.

An investigation team arrived and soon identified her.

It was an uncanny coincidence that one of the old men in the investigation team was a boy she had helped decades ago when she, Lu Jianling, Guo Hanlu, and their group returned to Northeast China.

The old man reported the matter, but the person in charge of supernatural crimes knew that Madam Zhao was one of the people who should never be provoked.

Even if she committed murder, she could openly carve out a piece of land and establish her own independent regime, and the entire Seris government could only pretend not to know, or even play along with her. As long as she didn't go too far, everything was negotiable.

Not long after, Madam Zhao became the town mayor, and from then on, her official career inexplicably took off.

There's no other way; we have to promote her. What if another blind person comes along?

Several years later, Madam Zhao finally realized that the higher-ups at Seris probably knew her identity.

But by this time, she had developed feelings for this emerging city and its people, so she simply decided to continue serving as an official.

The locals didn't know her true identity; they only knew that she had a powerful background and extensive connections.