Yes, Madam Prime Minister

While slowly inserting his fingers three shallow times and one deep time, he used his fingers to tease and sweep across Guo Hanlu's clitoris. In just a few strokes, her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluid. She gripped Luo Nan's arm with one hand and the edge of the bed with the other. Her toes, parted in white stockings, rubbed tightly against the sheets, making the white stockings on the insteps transparent and the embellished flowers enlarged.

"Are you feeling well, Cold Dew?" Ronan asked.

Guo Hanlu raised her head slightly, her eyes half-closed, but answered irrelevantly, "Oh, umm, it's gotten bigger, harder, oh oh, it's so hot."

A dozen minutes later, at Guo Hanlu's insistence, who was almost in a state of debauchery, Luo Nan pulled off one of her white socks and put it on his wet and sticky penis. Then he inserted it into the still contracting penis again and began to thrust vigorously.

A moment later, Ronan turned Guo Hanlu over and began to penetrate her from behind.

Guo Hanlu's buttocks are the real deal – not too fleshy, but round and perky, with an extremely beautiful curve set off by her slender waist.

"Oh my god..." Guo Hanlu screamed, gripping the bed with both hands, kneeling and pushing hard, her forefeet kicking the bed so hard that the sheets were all crumpled. She used her hands, feet, waist, and legs together, and when Ronan pulled back, her body moved forward, and when Ronan thrust in, she jerked backward.

Peach-shaped buttocks kept colliding with Ronan's crotch, creating wave after wave of waves.

"You slut, you've started, haven't you?" Ronan cursed in a low voice, while reaching forward and shoving his hand into Guo Hanlu's mouth. "I'll fuck you to death."

While sucking on Luo Nan's finger, Guo Hanlu arched her hips even harder.

About ten minutes later, Guo Hanlu had gone mad. She was straddling Ronan and swaying wildly, her buttocks twisting and turning, grinding against his crotch as if she wanted to break off his huge penis and then suck it in with her uterus.

Soon after, he convulsed and struggled, collapsing onto Ronan.

Ronan fucked the unconscious Guo Hanlu for a while longer, then ejaculated after a low growl.

After ejaculating, Ronan pulled out his penis, removed the white stockings from it, and slapped Guo Hanlu several times to wake her up. Guo Hanlu woke up immediately. At this moment, Ronan was sitting on the bed, holding the wet stocking high in his hand.

The semen was so thick that a lot of it was still inside the sock.

Guo Hanlu lay prone in an extremely lewd position and expression, like a female dog. She raised her head, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, waiting for Ronan to slowly lower the socks. As soon as her tongue touched the socks, she immediately closed her mouth and swallowed them, clenching her lips tightly. Ronan pulled the socks up, and thick semen was sucked out of the socks by Guo Hanlu, who swallowed it repeatedly with gurgling sounds. This was her favorite thing to do when she was being fucked senseless.

After finishing the thick, pungent semen from the sock, Guo Hanlu brushed her sweaty bangs aside, a smitten smile on her face. She then smacked her lips a few more times at the semen on the sock before finally revealing a completely satisfied expression.

"It's not that late yet. Shall we rest for a bit and then go out for dinner?" Guo Hanlu shook her head. "I have some food here. Have a couple of bites and then continue."

"You really are something else, your head is full of lust, isn't it?"

Chapter 1329

The Kazakh Khanate.

This is a place of constant war.

The antagonism between East and West began hundreds of years ago and continues to this day.

During World War I, Seres supported Suleiman in his activities in the western continent, while France supported Rus', which was then an empire, in its eastward expansion, threatening Seres' western regions. From then on, the Kazakh Khanate became the arena for the power struggle between Rus' and Seres.

You support this Khan, I support that Khan, let's just do it.

Those who are chosen cannot help but become sweaters.

However, despite the constant warfare, the country has continued to develop.

Ross transferred some secondhand biotechnology he had acquired from France to Kazakhstan, creating many mutated animals and plants that led to significant development in local agriculture and animal husbandry. Of course, both the livestock used for breeding and the seeds of the crops were in Ross's hands, or more precisely, in the hands of the French biotechnology company.

On the other hand, Seris also brought over various industrial production lines, including outdated magical machines for manufacturing artificial superhumans. However, the truly core technologies were still in the hands of the Seris people.

Ultimately, Westerners and Seres want Kazakhstan to have a decent level of agriculture, industry, and even advanced technology, but they don't want the country to have genuine autonomy in its development.

Today, Ravana lives in a small town in Kazakhstan.

Lavana was not asleep. Years ago, she became a nun and learned a lot about demonized creatures. She returned to Kazakhstan and spent decades building a research team. Although it was far inferior to the teams of those large companies, it was at least able to start independently researching and cultivating various demonized livestock and crop varieties.

Ronan taught her that if a country doesn't even have the ability to develop its own agricultural technology, it won't be difficult to develop agriculture. If someone tries to restrict you, you'll go hungry. A country that's going hungry must have the majority of its population farming and herding. Only when a small number of people can feed a country through agriculture can that country truly move to the next level.

At this moment, in a room.

Ronan sat backwards on the chair, leaning against the backrest, watching Lavana fiddling with milk tea. "Little Nana, have you ever thought about trying your hand at cooking?"

Lavana smiled. "I'm just a farmer and a shepherd, how could I be a Khan?"

“Seres controls southeastern Kazakhstan, Ross controls the northwest, and you are in the southwest, so you can expand southward,” Ronan said.

South of Lavana's stronghold lies another khanate.

Because it wasn't chosen by Ross and Seris as their arena, it's not very strong now.

Lavana took out a stocking and began filtering the milk tea. "I already told you, I'm just a farmer and a shepherd."

“If you want to, it’s a piece of cake for me to raise an army for you,” Ronan said. “And you’ve reached the point where you have no choice but to organize an army. If you don’t, your team with its own research and development capabilities and its thousands of agricultural and livestock technicians will become the next point of conflict between Ross and Seris.”

"You probably don't want to join either side; after all, if you wanted to, you could have done it already."

Lavana poured two cups of milk tea, handing one to Ronan, and sighed, "Although I don't feel any sense of belonging to this country, I don't want these things to be destroyed. Both sides, both of them are dogs of foreigners, and neither of their masters will allow this country to be independent in agriculture." Ronan took a sip of the smooth and creamy milk tea, "So, we need to arm ourselves, then have a good talk with Persia further south, try to get their support, and then fight a war of independence to establish a country."

Lavana took a sip of her milk tea. "This world no longer exists, right? The portal to another dimension is about to open."

“Come with me to another time and space; it won’t delay this matter,” Ronan said. “Actually, you already have an idea, but you’re having trouble making a decision.”

Lavana sighed and nodded, "Yes."

To preserve what she had built up, she had to arm many people and have them act as invaders, marching south to invade other countries. In the process, she would have to kill many people from other countries, and her own side would also make many sacrifices.

In the end, it was nothing more than establishing a small country capable of independently developing agriculture and embarking on a path of great achievements.

Moreover, it is foreseeable that this country will also degenerate and degenerate before long.

Some say that no matter how beautiful an ideal may be, it should not come at the cost of the suffering of the majority.

In reality, far too often, just for the slightest bit of beauty that is the right to develop independently, people throw themselves into blood and fire.

What's even more disheartening is that the happiness gained at such a high price is only temporary.

The more practically Lavana gets involved, the more she understands Ronan's mentality of treating what many consider great achievements and legacy building as a game.

Ronan gulped down several mouthfuls of milk tea. "Your life has reached a crossroads. The next step is to become the person I once was or the person Didi I once was. It's up to you to choose."

Lavana put down her milk tea cup and added a spoonful of sugar. "I may never be as carefree as you, Ronan, nor as resolute as Ms. Dinia. No matter how one moves forward, one can only stand at this crossroads in spirit."

Ronan smiled slightly and finished his milk tea. "That's fine too. After all, to put it nicely, Didi and I are obsessive, but to put it bluntly, we're mentally ill."

Lavana chuckled and finished her milk tea. "Come on, let me take you to try our local lamb."

The two left the room together.

It's winter here, and it's snowing lightly.

In the evening, Ravana brought Ronan to the ranch. She chose a plump little lamb, killed it, bled it, and then skillfully and quickly skinned and butchered it.

Then they set up two pots.

The most traditional way to eat mutton is to boil it in snow water with only salt and some potatoes, without any other seasonings or side dishes.

Fresh lamb offal and some lamb blood were served with a dish from Seris: a red soup hot pot, and a dipping sauce.

"This is really good. This lamb is definitely one of the best in the world." Ronan gave his assessment, and he wasn't exaggerating; as someone who has eaten his way around the world, he genuinely thought so.

The meat is very tender and extremely delicious, with a perfectly balanced mutton flavor.

“However, it’s still a bit lacking in water performance,” Lavana said.

There are sheep all here. Sheep meat tastes better than goat meat, but goat offal has a stronger mutton flavor. To give a simple example, you need sheep for hot pot, but goat offal soup is definitely more satisfying when drunk from goat's offal. After a mutton meal and a few drinks, both Ronan and Lavana felt warm.

The two exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without being said.

After you've eaten your fill, it's time for "that."

Ravana turned to go back, but Ronan pulled her back and pointed to a small hill in the distance.

Chapter 1330

On the grassy hillside, Ronan and Ravana built a small fire.

Then, they each took off their outer clothes.

Lavana took off her long wool coat and leather trench coat, leaving only a cashmere sweater underneath. Her full, bulging breasts stood tall, seemingly about to burst out of the sweater. She wore a dark gray wool knee-length skirt and reddish-brown leather boots. Below the skirt and above the boots, a small section of her thigh, knee, and calf was covered by thick black stockings. Only someone as tall and with thick, muscular legs as her could make such thick stockings appear slightly sheer.

Ronan, stripped down to only a shirt, boxer shorts, and socks, came over, hugged Lavana, and pressed her down, causing Lavana to fall onto her wool coat spread on the grass.

The two shared a passionate, wet kiss. Their tongues swirled together, while Ronan's hands were also busy. One hand kneaded his breasts, while the other slipped under his skirt, through the thick black stockings, to caress his lips. Meanwhile, Lavana stroked Ronan's back muscles with one hand, while the other hand grasped and masturbated his large erection. The passionate kiss lasted for several minutes before their lips parted. Ronan looked at Lavana and asked, "How do you want to begin?"

“Use my mouth first.” Ravana said, sitting up and opening her mouth.

Ronan stood up, pulled down his boxer shorts, and put his limp, fat penis into Lavana's mouth.

Ravana swallowed and spat out her food while simultaneously swirling and sweeping her tongue around.

Sometimes he would gently scrape with his teeth, sometimes he would sway from side to side, making the glans lift up his cheeks, sometimes he would deep throat, sometimes he would vacuum suck. The lips, teeth, tongue, mouth, throat, and the cooperation of his hands formed a comprehensive ejaculation machine.

Ronan comfortably tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "Little Nana, your skills haven't rusted at all; in fact, they've improved."

Lavana spat out the penis and replied, "We all have a doll that is exactly the same as you."

"There's this thing too." Ronan genuinely didn't know, and, holding Lavana's face, he moved it a few times. "How is that thing?"

“It’s just a dead thing, nothing special. I’ll only use it to lick you when I really miss you,” Lavana replied, taking a deep breath of the strong masculine scent before beginning to perform oral sex even more vigorously.

After a while, once her penis was hard and erect, she squatted down behind Ronan, stroking his saliva-covered penis with her hand and occasionally touching the glans with her fingers, while pressing her face against Ronan's muscular buttocks and licking it with her tongue, sometimes even slipping her tongue inside to stir it.

Soon, Ronan's erect penis began to tremble involuntarily, as if he was about to ejaculate.

After a while, Ronan patted Lavana, "Okay, it's my turn." Lavana took a few deep breaths, went to the front and lay on the coat, sticking out her firm, muscular buttocks. Ronan lifted her skirt, and her muscular buttocks and thighs, which were still vaguely visible even though they were covered by thick black stockings, were fully exposed to his view.

Ronan placed his hands on it.

The muscles of the glutes in a relaxed state are not hard; they feel very soft to the touch. However, when you squeeze them, you can feel a strong resilience, and the harder you squeeze, the harder they become. This is a unique feel of Lavana's; the more you squeeze, the more exciting it becomes, making you want to soften that flesh.

Just as Ronan ripped his pantyhose and was about to penetrate her, Lavana suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"What?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

“Let me do it,” Ravana said.

Soon, at Lavana's request, Ronan lay down. Lavana spread her legs wide, like a crab, her thighs and feet almost parallel to her shoulders, fully revealing her pubic area covered by thick, bushy, dark brown pubic hair. The thick black stockings were stretched even thinner, and the bulging muscles on her inner thighs were clearly visible. Lavana, in a crab-like posture, lowered herself down, repeatedly swallowing his penis with her vaginal opening.

The movement itself wasn't particularly special, but Lavana already possessed flexible and powerful pelvic floor muscles. Her vagina could move and clench, and she went a step further, her vagina not only able to contract but also to writhe. When she sat down, her moist vagina opened wide, easily swallowing the penis to its deepest point, causing the glans to deform the cervix. When she stood up, the entire inner wall of her vagina rapidly expanded and contracted while violently writhing, pulling the penis upwards while constantly clenching and massaging it.

If Ronan were still inexperienced like he was hundreds of years ago, he would have ejaculated after just two strokes.

Even now, Ronan feels a surge of semen rising up and wanting to burst out.

Ronan's penis was rock hard, and he wanted to close his eyes and grit his teeth to hold back from ejaculating, but he couldn't resist opening his eyes to look at Lavana's thick, black-stockinged legs. Her thighs were wide apart, seemingly as thick as her waist, the muscles taut, making her appear even more powerful and arousing, especially strong, stimulating his desire to conquer her. After a while, Lavana shifted to a riding position, and soon Ronan got up, pushed her down, rested for a moment, and came up behind her. "Two horny holes, which one do you want?"

"Asshole, fuck my asshole," Lavana cried out lewdly.

“I knew it,” Ronan laughed.

"Mm," Lavana responded.

Before it even started, the chrysanthemum was already contracting, eager to be penetrated. Ronan reached into the hole and dug around a few times, then pulled out, then inserted it into the anus a few more times, pulled it out again, and then grabbed the two firm, black-stockinged buttocks, slowly squeezing his penis in.

As the penis was inserted, her anus was gradually stretched open, and the folds inside were gradually flattened. The excruciating pain and the unusual feeling of fullness rushed straight to her head from behind, and Lavana screamed loudly, her voice high-pitched and far-reaching.

The anus tightly gripped the base of the penis, while the inside felt soft and hot. It felt as if the penis was being constricted by a ring to prevent ejaculation, while a masturbation cup filled with hot water was frantically sucking in the semen.

Wanting to ejaculate, but not being able to—that's what it feels like to fuck Ravana's ass.

Ronan gripped Lavana's black-stockinged, muscular buttocks tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and began to thrust rapidly.

At first, the hard, black-stockinged muscular buttocks began to soften, gradually creating waves with each impact. In sync with these waves, the pair of plump, soft breasts hanging in this position swayed constantly, as if trying to be thrown off their bodies.

As soon as Ronan began thrusting, Lavana, who had just stopped screaming, started moaning incessantly again.

After hundreds of thrusts, Ronan pressed Lavana down, pinning her behind him, and began to perform large thrusts, subjecting her to intense anal abuse.

Ravana, who hadn't been so thoroughly humiliated in a long time, rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and drooled profusely.

Before long, Ronan couldn't hold back any longer and began to thrust in and out very quickly with small movements, "Shoot, all of it for you, shoot it into your horny asshole."

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen thick semen were shot into Lavana's hot rectum.

After a few seconds of pause, Ronan pulled out and sat on the ground, quietly enjoying the lewd scene. Lavana's thigh muscles were still twitching, and the two black-stockinged buttocks between them were completely unable to close, like a red radish pit, from which thick, white, sticky semen was constantly flowing.

"Your asshole is absolutely the best, Lavana."

Chapter 1331

Wieland, London.

Although world history has changed significantly, this place is still called London because it is a simplified version of its ancient name, which means "field through which a river flows." Similarly, Milan means "central plain." As long as it remains the same place, it will be called Milan. The naming of these cities follows the same principle.

Liz works as a civil servant in this national metropolis, but she's not just coasting along. She's the deputy director of the intelligence division of the Security Service under the Ministry of the Interior, which is considered a mid-level official. Normally, once she's in this position, she wouldn't need to go to the front lines in person except for some very important, high-impact, or tricky cases, but she still frequently goes to the front lines herself.

"Chief, the target is hiding in the slums. Not only are many people there covering for him, but some superhumans dressed in rags are even openly preventing us from going in to search." Squad leader James said angrily, "These lowly people are really crazy."

“I think they’re very courageous,” Liz said.