Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Dinia was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Chapter 315 Car Sex, Hurry Up, Give Me Some Time

Night, inside a closed carriage.

Dinia lay half-reclined against the back wall of the carriage, while Ronan sat, one thumb rubbing against her vulva through her grey stockings, the other hand scratching and touching her thigh, feeling the silkiness of the grey stockings and the elasticity of her thigh. Soon, Dinia closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

"Mmm...mmm...uh." Dinia's lips were tightly closed, but a faint moan of pleasure still escaped from between them.

Ronan quickened his pace, and soon his fingers became wet. With continued movements, a stream of vaginal fluid finally broke free of the pantyhose and gushed out, turning the crotch area of ​​the gray stockings from its original bluish-gray to dark gray.

Ronan stopped moving, and Dinia finally pulled herself out of the stimulation, but then felt a sense of emptiness.

Dinia unconsciously let out a soft hum, "Ronan..."

"What's wrong, Didi?" Ronan asked knowingly.

Dinia just stared at Ronan without saying a word.

After a long while, Ronan gave up on getting Dinia to speak up. He pushed her down, then bent over, tore open her stockings, spread her legs, and stuck out his tongue.

Dinia gently clamped Ronan's head between her legs and placed her hands on his head. Soon, she ejaculated, making an even wetter area.

“During the day he seemed uninterested and reluctant, but after just a couple of moments he…” Ronan said, touching Dinia’s pink nipple with one finger and pressing it gently. As if flipping a switch, Dinia’s inner thigh muscles twitched, and she ejaculated two more streams.

Dinia slapped Ronan's arm, and seemingly still not satisfied, kicked Ronan in the chest.

“Come quickly if you’re going to,” Dinia said, glaring at Ronan.

Dinia lies on her back with her knees bent and legs spread apart; this is the missionary position.

The first time they were together, Dinia was very open, like a lustful woman, but later she became less open. Forget about any fancy moves, several times she even refused the woman-on-top position, only wanting the missionary position.

Ronan leaned down, and just as his lips were about to touch Dinia's, Dinia pushed him away with one hand, saying, "Dirty."

Hearing this, Ronan chuckled, "You think you're dirty?"

Dinia blushed and fell silent. The substance on Ronan's lips was indeed hers.

Just then, Ronan went in, his movements as gentle as if he were treating someone for the first time.

While Ronan murmured softly, he gently inserted his penis, his hands constantly kneading her large breasts into various shapes, his thumbs flicking at her nipples.

At first, Dinia responded to Ronan with very soft nasal "hmm" sounds, but later she stopped making any noise.

After a long while, Dinia, with her eyes slightly closed, grabbed Ronan's shoulders with both hands and squeezed hard, saying in a very soft, embarrassed voice, "Mmm, mmm... hurry, hurry up... Ronan."

Ronan stopped what he was doing. "Let's change positions. Lie face down and stick your butt up. I'll come from behind."

Dinia opened her eyes wide. "No."

"Please, Didi, I like you the most, right behind you, okay?" Ronan's tone was just like a child begging for candy.

Dinya's stern face relaxed immediately, but she still refused, "No."

"Please, Dee Dee," Ronan said.

"There won't be a next time." Dinia finally gave in.

But she was still reluctant to move. Ronan, as if afraid that Dinya would change her mind, impatiently turned her over. Fortunately, Dinya cooperated, supporting herself with her hands on the carriage floor, lowering her waist slightly and raising her buttocks.

"I'm coming, Didi." Ronan thrust forward suddenly, his eyes never leaving the buttocks beneath him through the gray silk. The already perky buttocks appeared even more rounded and perky from this angle, especially the fleshy rebound during the impact, which made his entire brain feel like it was being corroded by green worms, driving him to sprint like a madman.

Dinya's long, pale white and light gold hair cascaded down to the floor of the carriage, and with each powerful thrust, her large, white breasts swayed violently back and forth.

“Didi, I want to play with your ass for the rest of my life, until the day I die,” Ronan said.

Dinia turned around and spat at Ronan, "Pah, talk too much."

Ronan seized the opportunity and thrust hard, opening the cervix directly. Dinia's inner walls instantly came to life, and the cervix began to contract and dilate continuously.

As Dinia lay on her stomach being penetrated from behind by Ronan, she unconsciously arched her little feet in excitement, causing wrinkles to appear in the stockings around her ankles. The gray stockings covering her calves were stretched to the point of being transparent. Her head swayed slightly from time to time, and her snow-white and pale gold hair was scattered in a mess. "Hmm... ah... ah..." Her voice gradually became clearer.

After a while, just as Ronan felt Dinya's body starting to lose control and he was about to come, he grabbed and squeezed Dinya's big, round buttocks hard, pressed his thick, long thing to the deepest part and stopped moving. The dozen or so thick, white fluids that had accumulated over the past few days all gushed out, almost filling it up. Immediately afterward, Dinya also gushed out, splashing back onto Ronan's glans.

Dinia lay completely down, and Ronan lay directly on top of her, motionless. At that moment, time seemed to stand still for the two of them, with only the constantly seeping and overflowing mixed fluid at their point of union indicating that time was still flowing.

After a long while, Dinia lifted Ronan's arm and sat up, one leg bent at the knee and the other bare on the floor. "Seeing me make a fool of myself again, don't you find it interesting?"

"Don't you like me?" Ronan asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

Dinia tilted her head, looking puzzled. "Are you out of your mind?"

“If you liked me, you wouldn’t say things like that.” Ronan seemed very hurt.

Dinia covered her face, looking troubled. "Don't you think you look like one of those brainless, idiotic women from a third-rate novel?"

"Hahaha." Ronan's composure crumbled instantly. "You've read those kinds of novels?"

Dinia's face darkened instantly, as if she were about to kill someone.

Ronan quickly became serious. "Didi, even if you were completely unreserved and screamed all the time, it wouldn't damage your image in my eyes. So, there's no need for that."

"I'm not kidding. Humans are made up of three things: animality, humanity, and divinity. At times like this, we are immersed in our animality."

Ronan spoke nonsense with a straight face.

Dinia scoffed, "Ha, men, in the end, all they want is for me to do those lewd things?"

“If you insist on saying so, I can only answer, yes, madam,” Ronan readily admitted.

Dinia remained silent for a long time before softly calling out, "Ronan."

"Hmm?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

“Give me some time, okay? Whether it’s this or something else,” Dinia said.

"The others?" Ronan asked.

“You’ve been lying to me all along. At first, I thought we were going to the same destination, just on different paths, which was fine. Later, I realized that our destinations were actually different, so I hoped you would come closer to me. Even now, although you’re still lying to me, I feel that I should make some changes, but that will take time.”

Dinia became increasingly emotional as she spoke.

"You're overthinking it. The concept of a destination, when considered on a large scale, is messy and not definite."

Chapter 316 Neutrality, Missed Opportunity, You're Plotting Rebellion

Ronan continued, “There is unfairness within fairness, poverty within prosperity, autonomy within authoritarianism, and despotism within democracy. Even a single person is not pure; who knows, a revolutionary emperor might emerge a hundred years from now.”

"I don't think we have any major differences in the big picture. Even if we do, we can discuss it and find a compromise. Besides, don't you think we've already changed through our constant interaction?"

Hearing this, Dinia laughed, "That's right, I was overthinking it. Come on, let's do it again." She straightened her long legs, and the toes of her stockinged feet brushed against Ronan's lower abdomen twice, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"What position?" Ronan asked.

Dinia ripped open the hole in her socks and grabbed Ronan's already erect member with one hand. "I'm on top. Only I can move. You're not allowed to move. If you dare to move, I'll punch those two stinky bastards."

“Yes, ma’am,” Ronan replied in his standard manner.

Soon, the carriage began to shake even more violently.

Elena, driving the carriage, paid no attention and instead whistled happily.

Two days later, the team that was responsible for bringing Ambrina back to the capital arrived in Bretu City.

The group consisted of three people: the deputy director of the Royal Capital Garrison, a squad leader of the Mage Guild, and a secretary from the Prime Minister's Office General Secretariat. In addition to these three, there was also Lucia, Ambrina's attendant. Although she didn't have much power, she was, after all, the princess's person, and if necessary, she would be needed to persuade the reckless princess.

Unfortunately, the group came up empty-handed; Ambrina had left two nights earlier, and no one knew where she had gone.

Faced with the mayor and the city secretary's explanations, the deputy director of the security bureau was instantly at a loss. For him, coming to pick up someone was a job that would offend people, since even a fool would know that Ambrina didn't want to go back. But if he could bring her back, at least the queen would protect him.

The mage squad leader wasn't so annoyed; his task was to prevent his old superior, Dinia, from getting angry.

The Secretary-General was slightly disappointed. He had come on behalf of the central government, but he personally wanted to meet the country's most famous secretary, Ronan, but unfortunately he was unable to do so.

Lucia breathed a slight sigh of relief. She was the last person who wanted to come. Knowing Ambrina and Ronan as she did, she knew that if Ronan wanted to get rid of her because of this, Ambrina would never plead for her.

We haven't received anyone yet, but at least the outcome isn't too bad.

“Let’s go, let’s go after them,” the police chief said.

"Oh," the mage squad leader responded.

“Okay,” the secretary agreed. “However, shouldn’t we have lunch before we leave?”

Just then, in the hall, from among the shadows of everyone, a person emerged from the shadows, dressed in a black and white maid outfit. No one could figure out who this person was, except for Lucia, who recognized her as Ashley, Isabel's most trusted maid.

Ashley yawned and looked at the mayor and secretary general of Bretteau. "I say, is it because you didn't treat Her Highness well that she left in a huff?"

The mayor and Secretary General Abelaad were both bewildered. What did this mean? Did someone not know that Ambrina herself didn't want to go back?

"Not saying a word? So arrogant?" Ashley asked doubtfully, while rolling up her sleeves.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Who was being arrogant here?

What happened next was something no one expected.

Ashley punched the mayor to the ground in front of everyone, then kicked the secretary-general over, before turning to the welcoming party and saying, "What are you eating for? Chase them!"

Lucia looked puzzled. Wasn't Ashley's behavior tarnishing Isabel's reputation?

The three leaders turned to leave the city hall and urged their men to hurry on their way, but Ashley did not move.

Ashley swaggered down on the sofa in the reception room. "Don't look at me. I travel very fast, but I'm a bit exhausted. I'll stay for lunch before I leave."

Arrogant, extremely arrogant.

But as Lucia turned around, she saw Ashley winking at her.

After everyone had left, Ashley finally let out a long sigh, "I've really suffered so much for this lousy country."

Meanwhile, Ronan and his party arrived in another city, Rennes, where they received a warm welcome from the mayor.

However, despite the enthusiasm, the meal was only a sumptuous and delicious meal for ordinary people, and it was far from adequate for the princess and the heir to the throne.

Before the mayor could speak, the secretary-general spoke first, "Our city of Rennes is just a small town, and this year's harvest has been really bad. We hope Your Highness will forgive us."

It's true that it's a small town; Rennes has less than 100,000 in livestock, and the harvest is poor. Rennes is famous for its livestock industry, but this year there was a plague that killed many livestock.

However, the important thing is that although Rennes is an inland city, it is not far from the sea and is a hinterland hub city connecting several ports.

Therefore, this is also a city with thriving commerce.

For a commercially prosperous city, would a poor harvest lead to a shortage of resources?

Ronan smiled knowingly. "Secretary-General, do you hope we'll leave here quickly and fall into the trap you've set so you can capture and kill Her Highness?"

The secretary-general was dumbfounded. He hadn't meant that at all; he just wanted the princess to return to the capital as soon as possible.

Ambushing and killing? Don't even mention he wouldn't dare; even if he did, he couldn't do it. Who in the whole country doesn't know Dinia's reputation?

"I..." The secretary-general was about to explain when Ronan interrupted him sharply.

"How dare you rebel!" With that, Ronan drew a sword and, in front of everyone, chopped off the man's head with a single stroke.

The waiter was so startled that his hand trembled, and with a bang, the porcelain plate containing the braised beef fell to the ground and shattered.

Before the mayor could react, Dinia flicked her finger, and a beam of red light pierced his heart, sending him to heaven to meet his father.

"Elena, Alice, go and summon everyone from the city hall. Agustina, go and take over the police station. Faith, stay here to protect Her Highness. Dinia and I will go to the military camp."

"From this moment forward, Her Highness the Princess will be in charge of the city of Rennes."

Taking over Rennes was a spur-of-the-moment decision by Ronan.

It was only after arriving in Rennes that he realized it was a great place. The terrain was a basin, and there was a military fortress. Long ago, it was the capital of the Duchy of Brittany. Agriculture, commerce, and manufacturing were all thriving. There was a magic academy and an army. Moreover, it wasn't too far from the royal capital. Wasn't this a perfect stage?

Because of Ronan's idea, the banquet gained another corpse and a pool of blood.

In just one afternoon, Ronan and his group took over the entire city of Rennes. Of course, some people were inevitably sent to heaven for free because they were relatively lucky.

The next day, the team responsible for bringing Ambrina back received the news, and the group looked even more grim than if they had lost their own son.

In the capital, the king also received the news.

"Well done!" King Lucien slammed his fist on the table and laughed, then calmed down and looked out the window. "Issa, Mary, you should be worried now." The king had been waiting for his daughter and wife to take action.

Chapter 317 The Original Plan, the New Plan, and the Princess Who Is Different From the Rumors

Before they knew it, it was already the second day since Ronan and his group took over the city of Rennes.

Under normal circumstances, Ronan and Dinah's actions would have been classified as rebellion, and Ambrina would have directly ordered the guillotine.

But the problem is, the current situation is very special.

Not only the upper class, but even ordinary citizens of the capital knew that the king would only live for another year or two, and that he had chosen Ambrina as his successor. However, there were two other forces vying for the throne.

So Ambrina said that the mayor and secretary general of Rennes had rebelled and directly occupied the city, and that no one else could do anything about it.