Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“No problem.” Dinia agreed. She had been in the colony for a year now. For the first six months, she didn’t manage anything. In the second half of the year, Ronan basically handled everything for her. It was time for her to take charge. Otherwise, who knows what kind of nasty rumors would spread outside.

“But what are you writing books for?” Dinia asked.

"On the one hand, it's about increasing brand awareness, and on the other hand, it's about building hype," Ronan said, explaining, "My background is still too low compared to Anli's. If I don't even have any fame, I don't know how many people will jump out to oppose me. I can't just chop them all up one by one, can I?"

"Can you become famous just by writing a book?" Dinia was somewhat skeptical.

"Don't worry, the content of my book is very compelling, and with His Majesty the King's cooperation in promoting it, it's impossible for it not to become famous." Ronan was confident in himself and also in his father-in-law. His father-in-law's ability to govern a country was so-so, but when it came to politics, he was absolutely brilliant.

“What do you mean by preheating?” Dinia asked again.

"To reform the system and spread ideas, frankly speaking, if it weren't for the fact that those 'retrogrades' in the country are so incompetent, all they do is criticize, criticize the church, the aristocracy, and the capitalists every day. But no matter how much they criticize, they never properly discuss what kind of system should be established. Even if they do, it's either trying to revive the old empire that has been rotting for hundreds of years and trying to establish that kind of aristocratic republic, or simply bringing out those ancient relics of classical democracy from thousands of years ago."

"If Ronan had not been born, France would have been plunged into eternal darkness," Ronan lamented.

"I've already thought of a title for the book: 'A Brief History of Democracy.' The first half will talk about history, and the second half will discuss the Kingdom of Weyland, the Federation of Venaia, and our France."

"No Villa?" Dinia was somewhat surprised. Ronan wrote a book but didn't focus on Villa, the strongest country in the Western Continent.

“Ha, Villa, nothing more than the afterglow of the setting sun, no, that’s too kind of him, he should be called a skeleton in a tomb.”

Ronan held Villa in utter contempt.

Noticing the skepticism in Dinia's eyes, Ronan said, "You know Agustina better than I do. Her father was originally a small factory owner in Villa, but he went bankrupt, which is why she came to France. And that was more than ten years ago. Villa is the richest country in the entire Western Continent, and it is also the country with the fastest rising prices. Its domestic manufacturing industry has collapsed, and it doesn't properly develop its colonies. All it does is mine for silver and engage in agriculture. The country is extremely dependent on imports for all kinds of goods."

"That's right. The Belial army has more people now, and the navy is known as the invincible fleet. But once it loses, it will start to decline. Either it will step on the gas itself, or other countries will step on it for it."

Ronan's words had already sentenced Villa to death.

"Lose? Who can beat him?" Dinia was still a little doubtful.

“Perhaps it’s Weyland. The two have a huge conflict in maritime trade, and a war is inevitable within five years,” Ronan said. In his timeline, England defeated Spain. This timeline may not be so, but in the long run, Weyland will definitely defeat Villa.

The current Wieland is just like the Dai Ying of his timeline. Agricultural capitalism has been fully implemented. As long as technology advances further under the guidance of mathematics, it will be the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, and then the beast of capitalism will be unleashed.

"It's a pity that foreign policy is not something we can decide for the time being, otherwise we would definitely suppress the people on that wretched island." Ronan sighed inwardly. Even after he married Ambrina, he could not really govern, because Ambrina had the same disadvantage as his father Lucien: she did not have her own team.

Therefore, Ronan wanted to create a grain and oil consortium and a Ministry of the Interior, and through money and privilege, he would constantly engage in activities to win over one faction and attack another, gradually turning the entire central government into a bureaucratic group that obeyed Ambrina's command.

He's become so shameful from living off a woman; it's a disgrace to Seris.

“It’s alright, we have plenty of time,” Dinia said.

“That’s right.” Ronan nodded in agreement. “By the way, it’s time to change your stockings, how about black pantyhose? I like medium thickness, the semi-transparent kind.”

"You..." Dinia let out a long breath to suppress her anger, got up and pinched Ronan's face hard before going to the bedroom.

A moment later, Dinia came out wearing a purplish-red lace bra, high-waisted black stockings, and underneath the stockings were purplish-red lace thong panties.

Standing there, at 168cm, her long legs looked even longer than Elena's at 175cm. Her waist was extremely thin, and the waistband of her black stockings was completely black, with a slightly transparent triangle area below. Her buttocks were obviously stretched to the point of being transparent. Her thighs were fleshy, and her legs were straight. When her legs were together, there was almost no gap. The black stockings on her thighs were slightly transparent, almost transparent at the knees, and then almost opaque black again at her slender calves. Then came her feet, with the black stockings at her ankles and toes being semi-transparent.

After swallowing hard, Ronan said, "Lie down on the sofa."

Dinia glanced at Ronan with some annoyance, but still lay down on the sofa.

Ronan stepped forward and grabbed Dinia's feet.

"What are you doing?" Dinia asked.

Ronan didn't answer. He grabbed Dinya's ankles with both hands, clamped his own genitals between his black-stockinged feet, and began to masturbate repeatedly.

Chapter 295 If you use more skill than me, then keep yelling; the inspiration of the post-coital period.

Lying back on the sofa with her feet in mid-air, Dinia was looking at Ronan's thing directly and carefully for the first time. Her feet were a little over 24 centimeters long, and Ronan's thing was only slightly shorter, with the thickest part being about 5 centimeters in diameter.

Dinia could hardly believe that such a thing had been completely inserted into her body before. Wasn't it said that a woman's first time was extremely painful? And Ronan's thing was far more exaggerated than some illustrations and sculptures, yet she didn't experience any tearing pain at all. In fact, was it because her body was different from that of ordinary women?

She forcibly stopped thinking about it; she couldn't think about it anymore.

At this moment, some sap seeped from Ronan's glans. He released Dinya's feet. Wrestling was just a warm-up exercise, and he didn't want to spray it on Dinya's feet like that, or he would lose again.

In this round, one of him and Dinya must "die".

The moment he let go, Ronan pounced on her, kissing and caressing her while rubbing his penis against Dinya's lower body until he felt her body getting hot. Then, his fingers, imbued with magic, tore open her pantyhose and pulled aside her underwear, beginning to grind with the tip of his penis, but without penetrating her.

Dinia was tickled and said, "Aren't you annoying? If you want to, then come on."

“You’ve actually forced me to use technology,” Ronan said. Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted while speaking, he thrust in suddenly, penetrating to the cervix. This time, he wouldn’t rashly open the cervix.

Dinya wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist once again, but Ronan did not thrust violently; instead, he slowly and gently thrust in and out.

"Hurry up," Dinia urged.

"No way." Ronan was adamant about not rushing; he wanted to take it slow.

Dinia grew impatient and began to exert force with her waist and abdomen, causing Ronan's thing to move in and out of her vaginal cavity rapidly.

At this point, Ronan simply stopped moving.

After a few minutes of commotion, Ronan was fine, but Dinya herself felt her body gradually losing control. This time, she clearly felt that the original power representing infinite life force was at work, and the crystal skull skeleton affecting her soul was also resonating.

Seeing Dinya's change in state, Ronan recently revealed a wicked smile. He held Dinya's plump, upturned buttocks with both hands, picked her up, and stood on the floor. Then, he dug his ten fingers deep into her buttocks and, while thrusting his waist and abdomen, made Dinya's body move up and down in mid-air.

Dinia could only cling to Ronan's shoulder, close her eyes and grit her teeth to keep quiet. Her black-stockinged legs trembled and shook in the air, her pale white hair, not yet dry, danced wildly. Water seeped from her lower body, soaking her socks, with a few drops even dripping onto the carpet.

The continent's number one female magician was being held and manipulated like a flesh toy.

“Say something, why are you silent?” Ronan asked mischievously.

Dinia couldn't speak, but she grabbed Ronan's strong shoulder muscles hard.

After a long while, Dinia was put down. Her body, which was on the verge of losing control, staggered and almost lost her balance.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ronan pounced on Dinia from behind, placed his hands on her waist, and began to enter her from behind. However, the visual impact of her black stockings and pert buttocks, which looked like two water balloons squeezed together, was too strong. In order to avoid losing control, Ronan had to close his eyes and start to speed up.

Under the intense movements, the tear in the black stockings grew larger and larger, and the entire crotch area of ​​the stockings was completely ripped.

Once in that state, Dinia was almost out of control. A few minutes later, Dinia convulsed and ejaculated.

Ronan stood up, still standing, but hadn't shot. Dinya lay on the ground, not getting up immediately.

“I won,” Ronan announced.

After a while, Dinia stood up again, "Best of three."

Ronan, who was sitting on the sofa, pointed to his limp penis and said, "If it comes back, you'll have to wake it up yourself."

"Don't even think about it." Dinia refused without hesitation.

Ronan shrugged. "Then let's call it a draw. There's still a long way to go. Let alone three innings and two wins, five innings, seven innings, nine innings, no problem."

Dinia walked to the side, decisively ripped off her black stockings, wiped them off, and then put on a bathrobe.

“I’m going to sleep,” Dinia said.

“Wait a minute, I just had a sudden inspiration,” Ronan called out to Dinia.

“Speak,” Dinia uttered a single word.

“I want to write another book, but you will be the author. I’ve already thought of a title: ‘The Road Ahead: Communitarianism’.”

“Communitarianism?” Dinia didn’t understand the term at all.

Ronan then launched into a rambling monologue: "I won't explain this term, but simply put, it emphasizes that the community is superior to the individual. The community is both a need and an inevitability for the individual, and it is also a constituent element of the individual self."

"Secondly, the public interest takes precedence over individual rights."

"Finally, we advocate for a proactive and active state, which means that the state should intervene in the realm of values, rather than taking a neutral stance. To put it bluntly, it means opposing democracy."

Hearing this, Dinia roughly understood, but couldn't help but wonder, "Your book, 'A Short History of Democracy,' is supposed to advocate democracy, but this book you've put on my head opposes democracy. Doesn't that mean we're adversaries? How can we continue to be superior and subordinate in the future?"

“Madam, you’re mistaken. It’s precisely because we’re adversaries that we can continue to cooperate. Otherwise, those old men would never want to see such a powerful and secret service-oriented department as the Ministry of the Interior controlled by two closely intertwined entities.”

Ronan said.

"Are they really that stupid? Can't they see it's all an act?" Dinia retorted.

"Humans are lazy creatures. When they can rise to high positions simply because of their birth, why bother to use their brains? Those high-ranking officials are only slightly better than some other hopelessly stupid nobles. Besides, this can't be considered acting, can it? Isn't what I just said about communitarianism completely in line with your inner beliefs and stance?"

Dinya's eyes lit up. It was true. The group was superior to the individual, public power was greater than private power, and state intervention were all her political propositions.

"As for me, I'm easygoing. I don't have any particular stance. Democracy is fine, autocracy is fine, conservatism, communitarianism, or even socialism are all acceptable, as long as we don't go backwards."

Ronan was absolutely telling the truth.

He doesn't care about his stance, as long as he can become an official, a high-ranking official.

What do I-isms, lines, ideologies have to do with him?

What is professional? This is called professional.

"You really have the nerve to say that. I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going to sleep." With that, Dinia went back to her bedroom.

Soon after, Ronan also quietly climbed into her bed. Dinia noticed, but pretended not to.

She only fell asleep after Ronan had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, Dinia suddenly woke up to find Ronan still asleep, his hands wrapped around her breasts, kneading and squeezing them incessantly.

After holding back for a few seconds, Dinia kicked Ronan off the field.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

"roll!"

Chapter 296 Tu, History, Right and Left Are Both Me

The following day, Dinia's original plan was to attend a buffet hosted by several major factory owners from the price alliance.

So she got up early and changed into a corset with a supportive effect and white stockings. Before she put on the corset and changed into a gorgeous white dress, Ronan pressed her against the wall by the window and had sex with her while she was standing. Finally, he smeared the remaining white fluid on her white stockings.

Afterwards, Dinya put on a corset and a long skirt, and left in ivory high heels.

After resting for a while, Ronan left Dinia's residence, had a quick breakfast, and went to the Ministry of the Interior.

He handed Ambrina a plan he had prepared before his incognito visit. For the next period of time, Ambrina, as his secretary, would take over the Ministry of the Interior of the Governor's Office in place of Ronan.

Of course, the people who were actually in charge were Elena, the head of the Security Bureau, Alice, the head of the Inspection Bureau, and Ronald, the head of the Postal and Transportation Bureau. Ronald was the first officer under Louis to defect.

The Security Bureau and the Governor's Office Command Center belong solely to Dinia. The Security Bureau has been handed over to Agustina, and the Governor's Office Command Center is just an empty shell and can be ignored.

Entrusting the task to Ambrina was, in a sense, Ronan's assignment for her.

After all, she's destined to be queen. Even if it's decided that she won't be involved in much affairs anymore, she can't be completely ignorant.

Afterwards, Ronan gave Elena and Alice some instructions and then went home.

From this moment forward, he will dedicate himself to writing two books for the next few months: "A Brief History of Democracy" and "The Road Ahead: Communitarianism".

Let's start with the book "A Short History of Democracy".

The geography here differs somewhat from that of Ronan's original timeline, but overall the differences are minor, so the first generation of civilization still resides in Mesopotamia.

For the Western Continent, and more importantly, for the Western Continent civilization, the second generation was the Aegean civilization.

Like ancient Greece, this was not a self-generated civilization.

Ronan still remembers that before he traveled through time, many people questioned Greece, mainly because they believed that such a barren place could not have given birth to such a brilliant civilization. They said that the history was fake history and that various mathematical and philosophical works were fake books.

Clearly, these people haven't even read any "pseudo-history" and don't know that Greek civilization didn't just form on a few islands.

The earliest Greek civilization was very primitive and had nothing to do with brilliance. After all, there was very little land to cultivate, and people mainly raised sheep and grew grapes and olives.

Therefore, the earliest Greeks were maritime merchants, so calling them pirates wouldn't be wrong.

Pirates, of course, admire youth and good looks, because how can you be a pirate if you're not young? Why does Seris respect the elderly? Because in agrarian civilizations, the elderly have more "capital," while in maritime civilizations, young people have more "capital"—it's that simple.

The identity of pirates also brought about another problem: democracy. When a group of young people who were cut off from their families on land were on a ship, democracy arose, or rather, in this situation, it was impossible not to be democratic.

Then came the Dark Ages of Greece, when Greece was defeated by barbarians.

The defeat could be described as the downfall of a nation.

While Greek Vikings roamed the world, it was during this period that Greece absorbed much of the cultural nourishment from the city-states of Asia Minor and even Egypt, truly beginning to develop its own writing system and subsequently its own culture and civilization.

It was also during this period that Greece brought many things to that peninsula that looked like a pair of boots.

Later, Greece proclaimed, "I, Hu Hansan, have returned!" and restarted civilization around the Aegean Sea. From this period onward, the glorious era known to most people as "pseudo-history" began.

Thus, classical democracy in its true sense was born.

In the Kingdom of Phos, the world Ronan is currently in, this is exactly what the "retro" faction is advocating.

Then came "Rome," but later, due to the birth of the first seventh-tier mage in history, that place was renamed "Venaya," and then the imperial era began.

Finally, the old empire died.

The feudal era began in the countries of the Western Continent, and the Seven Holy Churches flourished.