Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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No, she has to come up with something different. It doesn't matter what Lavana does, but she absolutely cannot be outdone by Liz.

While Louise was thinking, Ronan had already put on armor on his upper body, but only his boots on his lower body, revealing his hard, thick, long penis. He grabbed Liz, who was taller than him, and pinned her against the wall with both hands. Then he climbed down on top of her and began to penetrate her from behind in a way that resembled rape.

For such a tall female knight, the only way to deal with her was with such violent actions, to ravage and fuck her mercilessly, turning her into a pile of lewd flesh. Being fucked so fiercely by Ronan for the first time, Liz's moans involuntarily turned into sobs.

After a long time, Ronan finally ejaculated.

Liz was like a soft, creamy pudding encased in a hard shell, collapsing helplessly to the ground, slowly shrinking back to its original shape.

On the other side, Louise also immediately changed her appearance.

She can change like Louise.

In the blink of an eye, she was dressed as if she were completely naked in a full-body, shiny black latex suit, and her head was completely covered by a helmet.

Her beautiful figure was perfectly outlined, making her exceptionally sexy.

Chapter 1269 Dark-skinned, white-haired loli, too sinful, training continues.

Liz, watching Louise in her onesie latex suit, couldn't help but laugh. "Is this a transformation?" she thought. "Not at all."

It was just a change of clothes; it was nothing compared to Lavana's centaur form or her transformation into a tall, busty, and muscular female knight.

Perhaps this kind of latex suit is somewhat attractive to men, but that's about it; it's not unique at all.

However, just as she was thinking this, the latex suit that Louise was wearing began to turn into a semi-liquid state, like heated dark chocolate, and then began to seep into Louise's body. At the same time, Louise's body began to gradually shrink.

That shiny black latex suit was the armor that allowed her to use elemental magic before, and this was another way she used that armor.

In the end, the latex suit completely disappeared, and Louise turned into a child, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a very slender figure. The only difference between her and a child was that she had a tiny bit of breasts.

In Ronan's eyes, Louise at this moment was a precocious, dark-skinned, white-haired loli.

Louise gave Liz a defiant sidelong glance, then just pursed her lips, made a "shout," and said nothing, as if she had said everything she wanted to say.

Liz was furious.

Then, Louise quickly pulled a pair of white stockings from her luggage and put them on. The adult stockings were a little long for her, with the tops almost touching her knees.

Her calves and feet, covered in white stockings, had a texture like a layer of cream evenly spread on light-colored chocolate.

Looking at these feet, Ronan had an idea: to grab the little toes and stuff them all into his mouth.

“Louise, you…” Before Ronan could finish speaking, Louise came over, squatted down, and the moment her small hand touched Ronan’s limp body, Ronan’s brain went blank for a moment, and he briefly lost the ability to speak.

The next moment, she cupped Ronan's now limp, fleshy penis in her small hands, opened her mouth wide, took the glans in, and blinked her big, bright green eyes as she looked up at Ronan.

Just from being held in his mouth, Ronan felt the blood rushing uncontrollably to his penis. When Lolita Louise stuck out her soft little tongue to clean the remaining semen from the glans, his penis throbbed twice.

This is too criminal, too outrageous! But at this moment, the penis was completely out of control, and it quickly became erect.

The thick, long penis was like an ear of corn to a little squirrel for such a small, dark-skinned, white-haired loli.

"It got so big."

Louise murmured, her voice soft and sweet.

Her cheeks were bulging as she managed to swallow the first part of the food, and then she began to slowly swallow and spit it out.

Physical pleasure was completely insignificant; the forbidden psychological pleasure triggered by the visual impact filled Ronan's entire mind.

Louise tried her best to speak.

Ronan's hands were hanging in the air, unsure of what to do.

After she ate for a while, Ronan finally couldn't resist anymore. He picked Louise up and put her on the bed, then pushed her down, grabbed her feet, put one in his mouth, and kneaded and played with the other with his hand.

Louise secretly glanced at Liz beside her and stuck out her tongue.

Liz's gaze met Louise's, her clenched fists trembling.

Then, Ronan grabbed Louise's feet, which were in the form of a black-skinned, white-haired loli, and made her white-stockinged little feet clamp down on his penis and masturbate her.

Foot fetishes on such small and thin feet aren't actually that comfortable, but the contrast between the huge penis and those tiny white silk-stockinged feet is always incredibly exciting.

What happened next was absolutely terrible.

Lolita Louise was like a bunch of condoms, held in mid-air and fucked by Ronan. With an excited growl, Ronan ejaculated his third time of the night inside the dark-skinned, white-haired lolita Louise's body.

After firing his third shot, Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, resting quietly. At that moment, Lavana handed him a glass of honey water. The honey was a gift from the village chief, and the water was lukewarm water that she had heated and cooled when Ronan committed his crime.

Ronan gulped down his drink in one go. "Let's rest for an hour or so, then we'll start the second half."

This is only the end of the first half; of course, there's still the second half.

This is a month-long sexual encounter, how can it end here? Putting aside everything else, Lavana's anus hasn't been satisfied yet, and Liz will feel something is missing if he doesn't grab her breasts and give her a good squirting. As for Louise, one orgasm isn't enough for her.

As for Ronan himself, the matter wouldn't end until he had slept with all three women until they were completely unable to get an erection again.

An hour later, intense, lewd moans echoed through the room once again.

By the time the second half ended, it was already midnight. At this point, Lavana, Louise, and Liz were completely exhausted. When Ronan returned with hot water, the three of them looked like they were about to fall asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that they were still wearing stockings and that there was semen on their bodies, inside their vaginas, and even in their anuses.

The floating shields were pieced together to form a large bucket. Hot water was poured in, and then Ronan grabbed the three of them, ripped off their stockings, put on shower caps to cover their hair, and threw them into the bucket one by one. Finally, he jumped in as well.

Four people were crammed into one bucket.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz all had their hands on the edge of the bucket, their heads resting on their arms, looking completely relaxed and not wanting to move at all.

Ronan looked helpless. "What's wrong with you guys? I didn't tell you to come here for a bath, I told you to clean your private parts."

"Ronan, just wash us, do whatever you want with us," Louise said lazily.

Liz muttered with her eyes closed, "My legs are sore and my butt hurts, I really don't want to move. After you're done washing, could you please dry us off?"

"Mm," Lavana responded, indicating her support.

Having no other choice, Ronan had to personally clean the three women. After he finished, he jumped out to dry himself, wrapped himself in a towel, and pulled each of them out to dry.

They wiped each other down and put them on the bed one by one. The sheets were a mess, covered with dried vaginal fluid and semen. Not only that, but the stockings, underwear, and bras were also scattered here and there. But the three of them didn't care at all and just lay down on the bed to sleep.

Seeing the three of them fall asleep quickly, Ronan shook his head, covered them with blankets, then took off his bathrobe and found a spot to slip into bed.

With his eyes closed, Ronan drifted into pre-sleep reverie.

He fell asleep soon after.

The next day at noon, when the three woke up, they found Ronan was gone. After getting dressed and leaving the bedroom, they saw Ronan busy in the kitchen.

No matter how many times I see Ronan, such a legendary historical figure, preparing food for me, I am always deeply moved.

“It’ll be a while, this stew won’t be ready anytime soon, but luckily this village has a pretty good selection of seasonings,” Ronan said, then asked, “By the way, what kind of industries does this village have?”

It's not difficult for a rural area to have enough food in some parts of the Western Continent; the difficulty lies in having various seasonings, which require commercialization.

“There’s a wool mill and a timber processing plant in the village,” Liz replied.

"I see." Ronan thought to himself, "As expected," and then said, "By the way, training will continue in a few days."

"Huh?" the three exclaimed in unison.

Chapter 1270 You Should Be Like a Hero Crossing Mountains, Family, Friends

Training resumed a few days later.

This time, the training venue was moved to an uninhabited snowy area in the northern part of the New World, which would make it easier for Falek and the others to make some technical adjustments after training.

Ronan is undergoing special training.

At the same time, Garcia was also intensifying his rehabilitation training. Even though he had great confidence in himself, he was determined to be in top form to face his father, whom he regarded as an old man.

Another day of training ended, and Garcia returned to his wheelchair and to the manor.

At that moment, Armandina appeared and tossed him a report.

"Don't you do any special training?" Garcia asked, looking at Amandina, who seemed lazy and relaxed.

“I’m already stressed enough about dealing with company matters,” Amandina replied impatiently. “Besides, that’s your grand drama of fatherly love and filial piety. I’m just a supporting character, responsible for blocking all other supporting actors who try to steal the show.”

Garcia looked at Amandina, his eyes suddenly becoming much more serious. "Then you better not be unable to handle even three children. Don't think I don't know you're up to something. The whole thing in Austria was orchestrated by you from beginning to end."

"So what if I play dirty tricks?" Amandina retorted, her murderous intent instantly flashing. "If I had a way to kill you, you old dog, I would have done it long ago."

Garcia grinned, his mouth twisted in a near-senile grin, drool practically dripping from his lips. "Ha ha, kill me, and Guts will never be resurrected."

Amandina scoffed, "Do you think I'm stupid? You have no chance of keeping your promise, and most likely you've already cut off any possibility of their resurrection."

“How could that be? You’ve seen it yourself; they definitely have a chance to be resurrected,” Garcia said, looking like an innocent old man.

Amandina looked disgusted. "I've never expected someone like you to keep your promises."

Garcia laughed again. "So all these years you've been secretly building a team to conduct research, firstly to find a way to resurrect your lover, and secondly to find a way to kill me. But now you've encountered a better opportunity. My father is more promising than any of your research, isn't he?" "Unfortunately, soon I will completely crush that hope."

"Afterwards, I will enjoy watching you go crazy in despair, and everything about you will only make me feel more accomplished."

Amandina showed almost no emotion. "Then, I wish you success. I wish you can thoroughly humiliate me, you incompetent scoundrel who only knows how to scheme."

Garcia tapped his fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Insults are a sign of incompetence, sister-in-law."

"To fantasize about winning before you've even won is true incompetence, you old fool." With that, Amandina vanished in a flash.

Garcia was left alone in the courtyard once again, and Armandina's words did nothing to upset him.

His father, Ronan, didn't say much to him, but there was one thing he still remembers to this day.

That was over a hundred years ago. Before Ronan left France, during his last meeting with his children, he said to them, "You should be like a brave man who crosses mountains."

He truly traversed the mountains like a brave warrior.

He climbed the ranks step by step, steadily and surely, becoming prime minister as an illegitimate child, leading France to its zenith—a golden age that is still fondly remembered by countless people today.

He funded many talented individuals, including helping his two brothers found the G&A company, which laid the foundation for France's current leading position in various fields of technology, including supernatural powers.

He killed Gus and Ahriman, who were gradually going mad, and preserved the company's vitality amidst the turmoil, preventing it from declining and instead leading it to glory again.

He was the true number one contributor to France's transition to a republic.

Everything, so much, so much.

He was not worshipped or remembered like a hero.

Garcia gripped the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands, gazing into the distance. "There are some things I may not want, but you cannot refuse to give them to me."

On the other side, in the snowy northern region of the New World.

The day's training came to a temporary end, and with some energy left, Ronan dived into the deep sea, catching a few king crabs and some fish.

Seafood from the icy sea doesn't need any special seasoning; you can just grill it directly over a fire.

While eating grilled seafood, Ronan casually asked the three of them what they wanted to do in the future.

Louise was the first to answer, "Having kids, having a bunch of kids with Ronan, that would be so much fun."

"Can't you have any ambition?" Liz teased.

Louise raised her arm and nudged Liz with her elbow. "Then let me ask the wise country bumpkin, what brilliant idea do you have?"

“I plan to bring people from my hometown to immigrate to the New World,” Liz said, then explained further, “The Rhine region is in such a state, the colonies will definitely suffer even more oppression and will eventually rebel for independence. If we seize the right opportunity to immigrate, they might be able to gain a better status in a new country.”

"What a grand ideal!" Louise praised in a sarcastic tone.

She was born into an upper-class family from a non-mainstream ethnic group. She's seen plenty of ethnicity, nation, and all sorts of ideologies and doctrines growing up. Is it interesting? No, it's not. People should just care about themselves and those who care about them. All that talk about great benevolence and righteousness is just bullshit.

Liz scoffed dismissively, "Hmph, a selfish bastard like you will never have any friends."

“Dreamers have no friends,” Louise retorted.

The two started arguing again.

Ronan looked at Lavana, "And you?"

Lavana thought for a moment and replied, "After all this is over, I'll probably take good care of my two children until they come of age."

"And then?" Ronan continued to ask.

“I don’t know, just follow Ronan,” Lavana said.

Unlike Louise and Liz, she didn't have a proper family of origin. She was an orphan and was raised by a single person along with a few others. Although that person taught them some basic knowledge, he never imparted any moral principles like parents would. Instead, after drinking a little, he would tell them profound truths that they couldn't quite understand.

As a result, she had many wild thoughts, but never thought about what she should do or what she wanted in this world.

“Naravana, join my team, let’s have children together, and have children even more amazing than those of Menar and Ms. Mushir,” Louise said. Having children was just a joke; her real motivation was that after seeing how outstanding the offspring of Ronan’s other women were, she was itching to have such amazing children herself, so that one day she could be their parent.

"Heh." Ronan couldn't help but laugh.

Although he didn't regret it, these so-called outstanding kids were really a headache.