Yes, Madam Prime Minister

This attic was not used for living; the main house of Ronan was used to dry sausages, smoked meats, and other cured products, while the cellar served as a wine cellar.

In winter, someone comes to clean and maintain the house every now and then.

Ronan pulled Alice into the house, then pressed her down onto the small sofa without saying a word, and asked her the question.

Neither of them had any real kissing skills; they just became increasingly confused in their intense yet clumsy kisses.

Slowly, Ronan began to move his hands, one hand reaching inside Alice's clothes through her bra to knead her breasts, and the other hand reaching under her skirt to caress her.

Alice's breasts don't usually look big, but they feel very full when you grab them with one hand. The feeling of being able to hold them in one hand is even more arousing. What's more, her nipples have already hardened quickly, making you want to gently flick them with your fingertips.

Ronan's other hand went even further, gently caressing through the underwear. The back of his hand felt the smooth, gritty texture of the pantyhose, while his fingers felt the softness created by the combination of the underwear and that area.

Gradually, the hand felt the underwear getting wet, so it pulled the underwear aside and started using its fingers directly.

Alice clamped her legs together tightly in an instant, like a pair of vises clamping down on Ronan's hand.

After a while, Ronan inserted one of his fingers. Alice froze instantly, one hand on Ronan's head and the other covering her mouth to try and make a sound.

It's too tight. Even with just my middle finger, I feel completely enveloped by the warm flesh, making it difficult to move forward quickly.

It's hard to imagine the tearing sensation that the huge, fleshy hammer would cause her when it went in directly.

After a long while, Alice, who was starting to get used to it, realized that Ronan hadn't gone any further. "Why did you stop?"

Chapter 107 Aftermath, the Reasoning, Let's Go Next Year

Ronan gently brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to Alice's forehead from sweat, and replied softly, "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it, after all, what I did was really exaggerated."

Alice, having recovered slightly, smiled provocatively. "Are you just as inexplicably confident in this area, Secretary General?"

“I always speak the truth, Alice,” Ronan said.

As he spoke, Ronan stood up, took off his pants, revealing his proudly erect penis. In the dim light, the shadow of his penis almost covered Alice's entire face.

Alice could hardly believe it; Elena was telling the truth, and it really was as thick as her wrist.

Before Alice could recover from her surprise, Ronan grabbed her slender ankle and pulled her close, pressing her feet, encased in white stockings, against his fleshy hammer.

In comparison, Alice discovered that the thing was as long as her foot, and she couldn't help but swallow as if she had seen something terrifying.

“So, let me cultivate this a bit more before you say anything,” Ronan said. Alice was still a bit too petite compared to Elena.

“Reclaim land?” Alice frowned.

Ronan said, "You lie on top of me with your butt facing my face. I'll do it slowly. You just lick my thing, no need to suck it, I'm afraid you'll scratch me."

"This..." Alice felt ashamed as soon as she heard it. She had seen some pictures, but none of them were in such a position.

“Fine, don’t come then,” Ronan said.

“Come on!” Alice gritted her teeth; she was a very competitive person.

Alice took off her shoes, and then, as if in slow motion, hesitated for a long time before finally turning around, her backside facing Ronan. But when she faced the fleshy hammer right in front of her, she couldn't lower her head or open her mouth for a long time.

Ronan's breathing quickened as he stared at Alice's white-stockinged buttocks so close to his face. Alice's buttocks, encased in white stockings, were anything but plump; instead, they exuded a firm, delicate, and youthful feel, giving him a strangely stimulating sense of guilt and transgression.

Alice lowered her head, her lips slightly parted, still hesitating whether to open her mouth. Meanwhile, Ronan pulled down the crotch of her white stockings, then gently pried open her vulva with his fingers and inserted his tongue.

Alice didn't have time to shut her mouth before the stimulation made her cry out, her thighs and buttocks trembling slightly.

As Ronan moved, Alice completely forgot about him. With her eyes closed and lips slightly bitten, she lay there limply like a lump of mud.

Soon, Ronan withdrew his tongue, then switched to two fingers, and after a while, switched to three fingers. He accelerated the three-finger attack, and his entire palm and the back of his hand were covered in water.

After a while, when Ronan felt it was almost time to get to the meat hammer, Alice had completely collapsed, her face buried in the pillow, her upper body motionless, and her lower body still trembling slightly.

With a helpless sigh, Ronan abandoned the idea of ​​entering, grabbed Alice's feet with both hands, and used her feet to clamp his penis and repeatedly masturbate it.

After a long time, it finally sprayed, spraying more than a dozen times, covering the entire white stockinged legs, from the soles of the feet to the tops of the thighs, with thick, yellowish-white splattered everywhere.

Ronan walked away, rummaged through a cabinet, and found some chocolate and sugar. He then made Alice a hot chocolate drink.

Like potatoes, it was introduced from the New World in recent decades.

At this moment, Alice also recovered, took the hot chocolate drink, gulped down a few mouthfuls, let out a long breath, and regained her energy.

"Are you feeling better?" Ronan asked with concern.

“It’s alright now,” Alice said.

Ronan gently stroked Alice, "After this experience, you'll get used to it right away next time."

Alice quickly ripped off the sticky pantyhose, crumpled it into a ball, and put it aside. "Did I look terrible just now?"

“No, my Alice is the prettiest,” Ronan replied with a grin.

Alice took a few more sips of hot chocolate, then suddenly changed the subject, "Could you not punish them too severely?" She didn't want to, and wouldn't, ask Ronan to let the group go, but she still hoped that Ronan wouldn't be too ruthless.

They were naturally referring to the group from the "Northern Reading Club".

Ronan said, "After they came to power, they used their power to retaliate with some irregular and even illegal means. In the end, whatever the outcome, it was their own doing. If they could have remained calm, there wouldn't have been any problems."

“They can’t possibly be calm,” Alice said.

“That’s not my problem,” Ronan said with a smile.

Alice fell silent.

"I want to give you a special reminder: you absolutely must not try to persuade the president of your book club. He's an illegitimate child who thinks he's more noble than the nobility. He's read a few lousy books and looks down on this and that."

Beforehand, you were his subordinate. If you advised him, he would see it as a challenge to his authority and a loss of face. Afterwards, if he was dismissed and punished, he would not reflect on his actions. Instead, he would wish that you, who might have mocked him for not listening to advice, would die.

"Alice, your biggest problem is that you take your friends too seriously. Before, you were just helping me with things, which was fine. Even if you made a mistake, I would unconditionally make up for it. But after the New Year, you will be a member of the administrative system. I will hold you to the standards of a civil servant. If you make a mistake, there will be absolutely no chance of making a comeback, understand?"

Ronan gave his advice like a father would.

“Mm,” Alice replied.

“That’s right,” Ronan praised, adding, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill him. I’ll give him a leisurely position. As for the others, I’ll try to lift them up high and then let them fall gently. Otherwise, there won’t be anyone to act as the vicious dogs in the future.”

Ronan had a very clear understanding of this: if a dog bites someone, the dog must be killed, but it can't be killed too severely, otherwise no one will want to be a dog in the future.

"There's another problem: if he arrests a bunch of people, how will you filter out the ones you want?"

Alice expressed her gratitude.

"Those who are forced to confess through illegal means should not confess, while those who are arrested through legal means are the right thing to do. As for what is legal and compliant, isn't that up to our court president to decide?" Ronan replied. "Alright, it's time to go back."

Back home, after taking a quick shower, Ronan returned to his room in a bathrobe, only to find Elena sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in a maid outfit.

“Young Master certainly didn’t have enough fun,” Elena said.

"You know that?" Ronan asked, slightly surprised.

Elena chuckled softly, "Heh, young master, if you're having too much fun, how will she be able to walk steadily? She'll have to be carried back."

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "So, shall we?"

“Come on, let’s keep doing this from this year to next year.” Elena said with a grin, walked over, loosened the belt of Ronan’s robe, squatted down, held the egg in one hand and the stick in the other, and began to lick and suck it.

In just a few strokes, the large meat mallet was already hard and erect.

Having not been able to have his fill earlier, Ronan suddenly grabbed Elena and threw her onto the bed, saying, "You're dead, Elena."

Elena kicked off her round-toed shoes with the buckle on, spread her legs, and revealed that there was no underwear under her black stockings, only a tuft of golden hair faintly visible. "Let me die."

Chapter 108 Big Goals, Small Goals, This is Bureaucracy

The New Year holiday has come to an end in the blink of an eye.

A new year, a new city hall, and the first day of work is a general meeting.

In other cities, the first meeting of the new year is just a matter of singing high-sounding slogans and applause. The only difference is that they repeat the same platitudes about loyalty to the emperor and the country, integrity and honesty, economic development, and serving the citizens over and over again. Some mayors feel that one or two repetitions are enough, while others feel uncomfortable if they don't repeat them four or five times.

However, all civil servants in New Sea City, the city formed by the merger of seven special cities, knew that the first meeting of the Holy Calendar in 1583 was going to be a big one.

Wearing a modified officer's overcoat, riding breeches, and long boots, Dinya was the last to arrive and sat in the center of the U-shaped conference chair.

There was no script, no polite opening remarks; he just started speaking with a cold expression.

"In the new year, I have three big goals and two small goals."

"The first major goal is to establish a parliament."

Dinia announced its first major goal.

The officials nodded repeatedly, but in reality, they were completely unmoved.

As civil servants, the vast majority of people sitting here do not want the existence of a parliament. They all wish they had a large group of junior civil servants under their command who could infiltrate every aspect of society and ultimately get their approval.

The councilors, however, clearly contradict their vision. Regardless of their own political views, the councilors hope that as elites, they can represent the people, become the voice of the people, and thus influence policy. This requires that the grassroots level be in a state of self-governance.

However, the situation in Xinhai City is special. These civil servants are all representatives of the local powerful faction, and they will only elect their relatives and friends to councilor, so they don't care.

"This matter is very important, so we must study it carefully and make a comprehensive plan, with the plan to start electing members of parliament in the second half of the year."

Dinia recited the lines that Ronan and Madame Antari had prepared for her.

"The next major goal is to establish a magic academy. This involves many aspects. My suggestion is to regularly report on the progress of each aspect. Do you have any suggestions or opinions?"

After Dinia finished speaking, she routinely asked for suggestions and opinions.

All eyes turned to Ronan, who remained silent with his eyes closed, like a sleepy old man.

At this point, everyone tacitly remained silent.

"Okay, next, the third major goal: to promote the planting of high-yield crops. The report on the experimental results is now in front of you. Adrian, could you give a brief overview?"

Dinia directly named Adrian, the head of agriculture.

Adrian was in charge of logistics in the army, so he wasn't completely ignorant about agriculture, but it was impossible for him to come up with a comprehensive plan and compile all the plans into a simple and easy-to-understand document.

In reality, he could only read from a draft that Ronan had set the tone for and that other agricultural officials had worked together to complete.

Of course, this plan does not include anything about collectivism or cooperatives.

Adrian, full of energy, read the manuscript aloud with great intonation. Dinia nodded, Ronan immediately led the applause, and the others quickly followed suit.

Those who applauded were genuinely happy.

The high-yield wheat can be sold to the cities of Sama and Pro on either side.

Sama, the largest commercial port city in the entire south, cannot be completely self-sufficient in food and needs to purchase it from the north.

Pro is primarily a military port, secondarily a commercial port, and also a machinery manufacturing base; it is also not self-sufficient in food.

Where can you buy it cheaper if you buy it directly from the city next door, even if it's from the north?

It is foreseeable that the wheat sales in Xinhai City will be very good, and tax revenue will increase significantly, which is a political achievement. More importantly, they feel that they can also make a good living from it.

Secondly, soybeans, which are said to have a high oil yield, can generate a considerable income.

Although olives are widely grown along the southern coast, olive oil is not cheap or plentiful enough to be harvested in large quantities, which is frustrating.

Now that they have soybeans that can be pressed for oil, they can extract oil from farmers and the urban underclass. They feel full of energy and can't wait to serve the people.

"Now that we've discussed the big goals, let's talk about the smaller ones."

"My first small goal is to receive a lot of real-name reports. You could say that almost everyone here has been reported, and they even listed the evidence. If you don't believe me, I can show it to you."

Dinia said.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's legs began to tremble, and they felt as if the air itself had frozen.

They weren't unprepared; after all, judging from the newly established supervisory department and the people within it, they knew this would happen.

Dinia's statement that everyone had been reported still frightened them, and for a moment everyone felt insecure.

“No need to look, it’s all slander, and even the evidence is definitely fabricated.” Ronan was the first to stand up and object, his voice very loud.

Everyone was shocked for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ronan shamelessly fawned over this woman, he was still on their side when it mattered most. No, he himself wasn't clean either. If they really let them investigate, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Hmm?" Dinia frowned.

Ronan immediately backed down, "Of course, an investigation is definitely necessary, but I personally believe that everyone here is a gentleman, and the investigation must comply with regulations. We can't just take people away arbitrarily. Besides, the city hall still needs to function, so we can't arrest everyone at once, can we? It's better to take it slowly."

Everyone immediately smiled knowingly. The investigation procedure had to comply with regulations, and it wasn't going to start immediately. If problems were still found with this kind of investigation, then the level of competence was really too low. If they were caught, they deserved to die. They were stupid, so who could they blame?

Someone has to die. It's fair that the less capable ones should die.

Ronan laughed too. He was just putting on a show with Dinia. All the real-name whistleblower letters were dictated by him and written by Alice. Most of the things in them were true, but each one was more fantastical than the last. Ronan wasn't exaggerating; the average person couldn't even imagine the way these people made money.

It must be said that Ronan single-handedly raised the level of corruption and bribery in the entire city.

As for the signature, there's nothing more to say about things like "Old Aristocrat Bruce Wayne" or "Planter Clark Kent."

"so be it."