Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Dinia's waist was thin and lacked muscle, but she wasn't human at all. When she twisted her waist, it rotated up and down, and her insides moved as well. The folds of flesh in her vaginal cavity constantly contracted, opened, and squeezed, as if trying to merge with the fleshy rod. Her cervix could also open to swallow Ronan's head and bite the coronal sulcus.

It wasn't just the physical stimulation; watching those breasts sway wildly was even more exciting.

Soon, Ronan couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. He had been holding back for a month, and it was much more than usual, twenty or thirty streams. He ejaculated for half a minute, and streams of hot liquid continuously sprayed onto the inner wall of the uterus.

Dinia also tilted her head back and sprayed out a large amount of slippery, transparent semen.

Dinia took a few breaths and looked down at Ronan beneath her. "Why are you so useless today?"

"I've been holding it in for a month, isn't that normal? Besides, you also sprayed it out, so how come you're useless?" Ronan said.

“I…” Dinya had intended to say “I’ve held it in longer than you,” but the words caught in her throat. They were too lewd, and she couldn’t bring herself to say them, even if she had a shred of reason left.

Ronan smiled. "It's still early, the night is far from over."

After they were completely exhausted, the two separated. Ronan sat on the sofa to rest, while Dinya went to change into another pair of stockings.

A moment later, Dinia came over wearing black stockings. Seeing that Ronan's thing was still limp, she stretched out her foot and pinched it with her toes. "Your recovery speed is pretty slow."

“Then use your feet to speed up the recovery,” Ronan said.

As a special shapeshifting mage, Dinia can freely manipulate every part of her body; her feet and tongue are extremely flexible.

Chapter 379 Taking a bath, leaving some room, doing one's best.

The second round ended with the position of penetration from behind. Ronan pulled out at the last moment, and more than a dozen streams of semen shot onto the plump, black-stockinged buttocks, back, and hair.

At this moment, the black silk threads were covered with strands of white fluid, forming a stark contrast with the black. Below, within the torn black silk, the fleshy opening was not yet fully closed, resembling a reddish-brown pit from which a carrot had just been pulled out. The surrounding area was even muddier, creating an extremely lewd scene.

Unfortunately, this scene only lasted for a moment. Dinia quickly turned around and got out of bed. Her physical strength and recovery ability were simply monstrous. Although her body would lose control and her rationality would be lost during the climax, she would return to normal in the blink of an eye.

If Dinya could open his mouth and lick it clean right now, that would be perfect. Unfortunately, that's just wishful thinking; getting him to lick it clean would be incredibly difficult.

Afterwards, the two prepared to take a shower together.

Ronan volunteered to wash Dinia's hair.

Nowadays, there is no such thing as shampoo, and Ronan can't make it either. He can only use a traditional shampoo made from handmade soap, lavender perfume, olive oil, egg whites, and a little lemon juice to wash Dinya's hair.

Nowadays, many nobles use this traditional shampoo.

As for ordinary people, they are lucky to have cheap soap to use. Many poor people wash their hair with sand, then rinse it with water and that's it.

Wet your hair, apply shampoo, rub and massage, straighten, rinse, and wash thoroughly.

Dinia closed her eyes and enjoyed the entire process of Ronan washing her hair.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill," Dinia said with a smile.

Ronan washed his hands clean. "When I first met Elena, she looked like a stray golden retriever with all her hair tangled. So I messed around with it and came up with this shampoo. Later, I often washed her and Alice's hair and bathed them, and that's how I got the hang of it."

As they talked, the two got into the bathtub.

The bathtub in Dinia's house is very large, made of high-quality materials, and exquisitely crafted. It's not cramped at all for two people.

It can be said that bathtub culture is also part of the culture of the Kingdom of Phos. This is because after the rise of the church, it directly claimed in the name of God that bathing was bad. In fact, everyone understands the specific reason. It was because the people of the old empire loved to bathe too much and built public bathhouses everywhere. The so-called public bathhouses were simply a mess. Men and women, men and men, women and women, men and women and women and women and women and women and women, how could the church tolerate this?

Initially, enforcement was very strict, but it was later relaxed. Even so, public bathhouses were still not allowed, leaving ordinary people with nowhere to bathe. Bathing was expensive, after all, firewood and charcoal cost money. Besides, wooden tubs and basins were valuable items, and people couldn't bear to waste them. You know, making a fortune in the wooden tub business was possible.

But the upper class is different; they take out bathtubs.

If you don't have a nice bathtub at home, you don't deserve to have a lover.

"If you're going to rub my back, then rub my back. Why are you touching my butt?" Dinia was enjoying herself when Ronan's hands started getting inappropriate, and she immediately became unhappy.

Ronan smacked his right hand hard with his left, saying, "It's all this hand's fault." After hitting his hand, he continued rubbing his back.

As he rubbed, the towel was put aside. Ronan pressed himself against Dinia from behind, his hands reaching under her armpits to knead her soft, bouncy breasts, shaping them into various forms.

Gradually, Ronan's lower body slowly moved towards that spot, and just as it was about to touch it, Dinia interrupted him, "Leave some for Ai and Tina."

“Okay.” Ronan let go and leaned back.

Dinia turned her head and smiled at Ronan, "Being able to listen to people is one of the few good things about you."

Ronan retorted playfully, "Isn't being able to make you scream a virtue?"

Dinia's face instantly turned serious. "I didn't call out."

“You called out,” Ronan insisted.

“I didn’t yell,” Dinia reiterated.

“Mmm-mmm is still a sound,” Ronan insisted, refusing to back down.

Dinia gave a helpless smile, like a mother at her wit's end with her child, and said in a coaxing tone, "I give up, okay? Mr. Ronan is invincible."

"Pfft, haha, hahaha." Ronan also burst out laughing.

Dinia laughed along, but after laughing, she suddenly looked thoughtful and said, "I suddenly realized that our relationship is very strange. Normal lovers usually go through a dating process, but we don't seem to have done that at all. If we're lovers, it seems we've never expressed anything to each other."

Ronan sat up. "Well, actually, think about it, what would it be like if the two of us were like those other couples?"

Dinia tried to think about it for a moment, then shook her head violently, feeling goosebumps all over her body.

"Right, if people like us were to fall in love, it would be incredibly awkward."

“That’s right,” Dinia affirmed, then got up and stepped out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel to dry herself, then pulled out another dry towel to wrap her hair, put on a long purple bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.

Since their hair wasn't dry, they decided to go to sleep, so they opened a bottle of low-alcohol red wine to drink as a post-bath beverage.

While drinking, they talked about things that had happened some time ago.

“If it were me in the past, I wouldn’t have let those people who went to Ambrina beg for mercy go either. It wouldn’t have been enough for them to just spit out some stolen money and then turn against me,” Dinia said with a sigh. “I’ve really been corrupted by you.”

“In the past, I would have carefully selected and categorized those shady, playful people and used them,” Ronan said, swirling his wine glass. “You’re the one who truly corrupted me.”

“It was clearly me who took good care of you,” Dinia corrected.

"Ha, washing your face makes you look weaker," Ronan joked.

After chatting about recent events for a while, the two of them started talking about the future.

"Are you confident in launching a surprise attack on the Rhine region of the Will Empire while Villa and Weyland are at war?" Dinia asked.

Ronan replied, "I've already upgraded the nation's logistical capabilities to a new level, and with the addition of new weapons specifically designed to counter mages, the rest is up to the generals."

The current combat patterns of the powerful nations of the Western Continent are basically the same, consisting of three main parts: a long spear and musket formation used as a mobile fortress, a field artillery column for fire support, and a mage musketeer unit composed of novice mages. This powerful and highly mobile force is the one that truly determines victory or defeat.

In the past, mage musketeers would move around with powerful muskets, find an opportunity to get close and fire, and then get closer again. A small number of first and second-tier mage officers would cast spells to tear apart the enemy's formation, and then a large number of novice mages would use their superhuman speed and strength to break through the enemy's lines in close combat.

Now, in the Kingdom of Phos, musketeers who possess magical revolvers no longer draw their swords after firing their guns; instead, they draw another gun.

This gun may not be as physically powerful as a musket, but its magical attack power is enough to cause damage to mages below the second tier, and it will definitely give the opponent a surprise.

Chapter 380 A pleasant surprise, double the joy, just in time!

Dinia put it down, "That's a pity, surprises only happen once."

The six-shot revolver magic pistol that draws on magic power and then condenses and activates it is not something with an extremely complex structure.

In fact, even before the invention of firearms, some people wanted to create similar magical artifacts that would allow the majority of novice mages to cast powerful offensive spells, even if they could only cast them once in a short period of time.

After all, there are very few true orthodox mages who can actually cast spells.

Even a country like the Kingdom of Phos, with a population of twenty million, only has a few thousand upright positions.

Most high-ranking mages would not be willing to serve others. In feudal countries, high-ranking mages and lords were almost synonymous, and those who were particularly high-ranking were not even worthy of being lords; if they were, they would be arbitrators.

In a country like the Kingdom of Fas, which has a civil service system, most high-ranking mages either have their own small factions or are affiliated with a large faction. In a sense, the mages in a mage guild are also affiliated, because the mages in a mage guild usually earn extra money on the side. Without a major event, it is impossible to gather a full guild.

Therefore, for thousands of years, many people have wanted to research magical items that could improve the output of novice mages, because novice mages are the best resource that is plentiful, inexpensive, and of high quality.

Although no one had been able to develop it in the past, either it couldn't be mass-produced, or it wasn't durable enough, or it was unusable for novice mages, or its activation speed and power simply couldn't meet the requirements.

However, each country has accumulated relevant technological expertise.

It wasn't until Canaan, this little genius, and a mixed-race youth who created a new type of lathe that Ronan had even forgotten his name, along with Karl's wife Reina, overcame the three major hurdles of activation speed, mass production capability, and universality for novice mages, that this thing was finally made.

However, this thing is easy to imitate. As long as a great victory is achieved on the battlefield, the national machinery of other major powers will go into full swing to imitate it.

"One time is enough. Take over the Rhine region, force them to sign a coal supply agreement, and then start a major expansion."

Ronan clenched his fist and said excitedly and confidently.

If the Anglo-Spanish Naval Battle has already occurred, how far away can the Thirty Years' War be?

Ronan is a complete novice when it comes to military affairs. In the original timeline, he might have been able to talk about military strategy on paper, but in this timeline, he doesn't even have the qualifications to talk about military strategy on paper. The only thing he can do is to make the country have more food, more money, more guns and cannons, and more magicians.

After finishing his drink, Ronan went to his guest room to sleep.

The next day, Ronan was at Agustina's house, and Elena was also there.

Agustina is now the de facto head of the Security Bureau, and Elena is Ronan's secretary. Both were key executors in the subsequent "fishing" operation.

During the day, Ronan explained a lot to the two of them.

There was no other way; the significance of this "fishing" operation was truly immense. It was far more than just getting rid of the burden of the Royal Alliance Chamber of Commerce. It was also related to the establishment of the new law's credibility and the foundation for Ronan and the powerful nobles' future "land-for-shares" deal. At the same time, there was another important objective: to take the opportunity to eliminate the forces opposing Ambrina, to use the parasites in the original Royal Alliance Chamber of Commerce to implicate a group of corrupt officials, and then to let these corrupt officials implicate another group of opponents who had not yet explicitly expressed their opposition.

Of course, Ronan only arrested these opposition figures under the guise of an investigation, and the oversight bureau interrogated and investigated them. If, after the interrogation and investigation, no serious crimes were found, but only minor bribery and embezzlement, Ronan would release them.

“Then I estimate that no one can leave,” Agustina said.

In this era, corruption and bribery are almost standard practices for officials. Those who embezzle relatively little are considered to be of relatively good character among officials, while many others embezzle a great deal, and some are not only extremely corrupt but also commit countless other misdeeds.

“Agreed,” Elena agreed.

When Ronan started the project in Wright, he distributed many of the profits as benefits to the entire civil service in Wright, ensuring that even the lowest-ranking civil servants lived at an above-average standard of living. Yet, every year, several corrupt individuals still emerged.

It's important to know that Wright City is just a third-rate port city.

"Anyway, you just don't need to have any preconceived notions, and you don't need to consider whether you have to select a few people to let go. As for the specific execution, leave it to Abbess Isabel; that's what she's used for," Ronan said.

As the future king consort, he is to assist in governing the country, and Ambrina's character is that of a "benevolent ruler." As the man assisting in governing, he should not be labeled as a secret service chief, even if only superficially.

Conversely, the worse Isabelle's reputation was among the bureaucrats, nobles, and even the church, the better.

The recently deceased King Lucien spared the life of his second daughter, not merely out of a lingering sense of kinship, but because Ronan, who had a very good understanding with his father-in-law, could fully comprehend his intentions.

In the evening, after dinner, I rested for a while.

Agustina and Elena lay face down on the bed, wearing only their underwear and black stockings.

The same black stockings looked completely different on the two of them. Elena, with her wider and fleshier buttocks, thicker thighs, and larger feet, had her slightly sheer black stockings stretched to be even more transparent, especially around her buttocks, heels, and toes.

Agustina also has a strong and fit physique. Her buttocks are not so fleshy, but rather firm and perky. Her waist, abdomen, thighs, and calves are thinner, but the muscle lines are more obvious. The black stockings also have more obvious light and dark variations due to the changes in muscle lines, forming a unique color.

Ronan didn't rush to start eating. Instead, he got on the bed and sat between the two of them, one in each hand.

Different types of stockings have different textures. Thin stockings feel very light when you run your fingers through them, with a noticeable abrasive texture and a unique feel against the skin. Thick stockings, on the other hand, have the smooth, delicate, and soft feel of silk fabric, with a slight stickiness.

Ronan's favorite texture is that of medium-thickness, slightly sheer pantyhose, somewhere in between.

Gradually, Ronan's gentle stroking turned into patting and kneading.

Agustina's firm and tight texture requires patting to fully feel its power.

Elena's fleshy, bouncy body requires a firm grip to truly satisfy.

Immersed in two completely different sensations, Ronan's thing was already hard and erect, almost parallel to his abdominal muscles.

Ronan poked at the cleft between their bodies, signaling that they were ready to begin.

The next day, at breakfast, sunlight streamed in through the window. When Ronan opened his eyes, Elena was licking and sucking his large penis in bed. Agustina was still asleep. Usually casual and lazy, she slept like an introverted little girl, curled up in a ball with her back against the inner wall.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and then the door was pushed open, revealing Alice in Ronan's sight.

Alice, dressed in casual clothes, said, "The delegation from Villa and Weyland has arrived."

Ronan pressed Elena's head down. "Oh, unexpectedly fast, but just right."

Chapter 381 Terrible acting, reading out titles, what the hell is this "Vice-King"?

It was just in time because Ronan was able to use this opportunity to extricate himself from matters related to the Ministry of the Interior.

On the one hand, it encourages those who are planning to cause trouble in this sale of Royal Chamber of Commerce assets to be bolder and take bigger steps. On the other hand, afterward, when everyone realizes that they have been tricked by Ronan, Ronan can easily deny it and shift the blame to Isabel.

Ronan had originally planned to use caring for the pregnant Ambrina as a pretext to extricate himself, but now he had a better option: to get involved in diplomatic affairs.

Ronan didn't care about appearances in front of Alice; he got out of bed naked to get dressed.

After getting dressed, Ronan hugged Alice and whispered a few words in her ear. Alice, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, elbowed Ronan.

Ronan left Agustina's house and went straight to the royal palace.

When Ronan arrived, a royal meeting was underway, where the Prime Minister, the Foreign Minister, and court protocol officials were explaining to Ambrina the procedures and related precautions for receiving the delegation.

Ronan, who had rushed over and whose clothes were somewhat disheveled, waved his hand at the gazes of the others and said, "You can continue."