Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Ronan said.

Dinia seemed too tired to speak, only parting her lips slightly to say, "Hmm." Suddenly, realizing her mistake, she quickly raised her voice and added, "What I mean is, I'm also very happy for you... In short, I'm quite happy."

Seeing that Dinia was somewhat incoherent, Ronan walked up to her and said, "My dear mayor, have you run into some troublesome work? Why don't you leave it to me?"

“Don’t worry about me.” Dinia returned Ronan’s words verbatim.

"Ha, you can be like this sometimes, uh, I mean, you can be a little less serious sometimes."

Ronan originally meant to say that Dinia sometimes has a girlish side, but the words that came out were less serious.

Dinia stood up and kicked Ronan. "Get out." As she spoke, Dinia dispelled the spell.

"Fine, I'll leave, but don't hit me!" Ronan protested.

"Stop pretending. Did I really hit you?" Dinia clenched her fist as she spoke. She wasn't angry at first, but Ronan's words inexplicably angered her.

"I'm leaving now." Sensing something was wrong, Ronan quickly made his escape.

It's probably because summer is here that people are more irritable.

After leaving Dinia's office, Ronan went to his own office to prepare to hand over his work to Yvette.

In the past two months, the New Sea City Hall has not made any major moves. The city is engaged in agriculture, animal husbandry, manufacturing, and fishing. Among them, there are new things like collective farms in agriculture and animal husbandry. In manufacturing, due to Ronan's influence, various factories have formed unions. Even the fishing industry is not a proper fishing industry, but rather a gambling den. This has made the city hall have a lot of official business to deal with.

With Ronan absent, the bureaucrats below were afraid of making mistakes during this time, so they reported any issues to Yvette for decision-making.

Even though these tasks could be completed by following the rules and principles Ronan set before leaving, Yvette, who was new to this kind of official business, still couldn't make a decision just by glancing at it like Ronan. As a result, she was so busy that she was dizzy. If she weren't a magician, she probably would have collapsed from exhaustion by now.

"You're finally back." These were Yvette's first words to Ronan.

"How about I give you a break?" Ronan joked.

Yvette tucked her red hair behind her ear. "No need. I even feel like my magic level has improved recently."

"The magic academy is opening at the end of the year. How about becoming its principal?" Ronan suggested. "You can also hone your magic skills there."

“Isn’t there Mr. Karl?” Yvette retorted. She was still far from being a full-fledged rank, and the gap between her and the third-ranked Karl was too great.

“He could leave at any time, and even if he doesn’t, he’ll only stay for a year or two at most. Besides, he probably doesn’t want to be a principal and manage all sorts of trivial matters,” Ronan said. “Don’t worry, if Dinia leaves, he’ll take you with him. However, you’d better try to get into the principal position in the next two years, because the place we’re going to might be a bit troublesome.”

There's a saying among magicians: "If you don't reach your rightful place by thirty, you'll have no hope for the rest of your life."

Yvette and Ronan are the same age, both twenty-six this year. Plus, she's already a novice mage, so she can teach while improving herself, which gives her a good chance.

Upon hearing this assurance, Yvette nodded immediately. "Okay."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Ronan is preparing to take over Yvette's various tasks.

It must be said that Yvette's execution was quite competent, following the established procedures step by step. There were basically no mistakes, and she recorded the progress of each task very clearly. There were no unclear accounts, and everything was easy to understand. In about an afternoon, Ronan had a clear understanding of the situation over the past two months.

Having finished his work, Ronan went home.

On the way, Ronan pondered his magic; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would likely remain at the fourth tier for a long time.

Because of the magic power required for advancement, each advancement requires double the magic power of the previous one. He spent five years farming magic power from Mayor Winston to advance from the first to the second rank. He used drugs to advance from the second to the third rank and Dinia to advance from the third to the fourth rank, both relying on external forces.

It's more efficient to increase magic power on Dinia. Assuming the same upgrade from level one to level two, it only takes three years for Dinia. Even so, level five magic power is sixteen times that of level one, and upgrading from level four to level five is eight times that of upgrading from level one to level two.

In other words, it will take another 24 years for Ronan to reach the fifth rank, and that's the most ideal scenario.

The fact that all of the few seventh-tier beings on the mainland are old men also corroborates this point.

He wants to advance quickly unless he has another extraordinary encounter.

Go in search of a serendipitous adventure?

Before he knew it, Ronan had arrived at his front door. Looking at his small house, he suddenly felt calm.

"Forget it, fourth-tier strength is enough in most situations. Anyway, I can rely on a powerful backer, and if all else fails, I can merge with him."

Two hours later, in the bathroom.

Elena braced herself against the wall with both hands. Ronan held Elena's waist with one hand and slapped her buttocks with what appeared to be forceful force with the other. The black stockings covering her buttocks were soaked with water, gleaming brightly. The crotch of the stockings was torn open in several places, and the firm, elastic buttocks trembled slightly with each slap and thrust. Elena's entire body moved forward and forward with Ronan's movements.

Her long, slightly wavy golden hair cascaded down her fair and athletic back. Ronan used magic to manipulate a ladle, scooping up a ladle of warm water and pouring it over Elena's crotch.

Water flowed down the cleft, wetting Ronan's massive member, making the thrusting even more lubricated. The rapid in-and-out motion produced a slapping sound. The water, mixed with some mucus, flowed down from the point of contact, down the powerful, muscular inner thighs encased in black stockings, all the way to the soles of his feet.

As Ronan's movements became more and more violent, Elena's heels lifted off the ground, with only her toes touching the mosaic floor of the bathroom. Her calves showed clear muscle lines, and her pair of large white breasts swayed wildly with the movements. The amplitude of these two mounds of flesh was so great that it seemed as if they were about to be thrown off.

After a while, the two changed positions. Elena wrapped her arms around the back of Ronan's neck and crossed her legs around his waist. Ronan stood with his hands supporting her buttocks and the base of her thighs.

Just then, a voice suddenly came to Ronan's mind. Ronan quickly put Elena down and grabbed a towel to wrap around himself.

Chapter 184 is very large, white silk, a widely circulated forbidden book.

Before he could explain the situation to Elena, Ronan disappeared into the bathroom as soon as he wrapped himself in a towel.

Elena was completely stunned. She knew about the princess's magic, but Ronan said they had agreed on a fixed time. What was going on?

Ronan was also speechless. He and Ambrina had arranged to meet at 10:30 every night, but it was already past 8:00.

However, once Ambrina's invitation arrived, he could only choose between accepting and refusing. He had no way to communicate with Ambrina, and if he continued to refuse the invitation, it would be considered a rejection. If he didn't accept, Ambrina might worry so much that she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

Ronan didn't want Ambrina to worry unnecessarily, so he agreed and hurriedly wrapped a towel around his neck.

Ambrina saw a Ronan she had never seen before. He was completely naked from the waist up, with well-defined pectoral muscles, eight-pack abs, and a tuft of thick, dark abdominal hair radiating vertically below his navel. He was only wearing a towel around his lower body, which made Ambrina instinctively squeeze her legs together.

Whether it was because Ronan hadn't tied the towel tightly enough in his haste, or because his still-erect member had loosened, the towel suddenly came undone.

Then the bath towel was hung on Ronan's thing.

Ambrina was stunned when she saw this. She had accidentally seen a wooden thing in her mother's room when she was a child. Years later, she found out what it was. After the cake incident, she saw a similar thing when she searched the maid's room. It was used by a tall and fat maid, but it was only about the thickness of three fingers and at most the length of her middle finger from the bottom of her palm.

Ronan's was almost as thick as her wrist and looked probably longer than her foot.

Ronan quickly tied the towel tighter. "Excuse me, um, I was just taking a shower. Men always tend to get up unconsciously when they're showering."

"No, it's nothing," Ambrina said, her expression like that of a child who had been frightened and was now denying it.

Ronan was also a little unsure of what to say. In an era when common women typically married at fourteen or fifteen and most noble ladies married before the age of eighteen, Ambrina was a rather rare type.

Ronan quickly sat down. "By the way, Anri, is there something urgent?" After leaving the capital, Ronan also started calling Ambrina by her nickname.

Ambrina paused for a moment, then said, "The matter of establishing a new postal system has been approved, and I wanted to let you know."

"Really? That's great." Ronan was very happy. Although his tone was a bit exaggerated, he was genuinely happy because if this plan succeeded, it would be a win-win-win situation: it would bring Ambrina some political capital, make a little money, and win over some retrogressive people.

“Yes,” Ambrina replied, happy to see Ronan happy.

After the conversation ended, the two suddenly ran out of things to say and fell silent.

After a half-minute pause, Ronan found a topic, "I've tried making a new dish. If you invite me tomorrow, I'll bring it over. It's a cheese chicken roll. Debone chicken thigh meat, wrap it with cheese strips, roll it up, coat it with batter and breadcrumbs, deep-fry it, and finally drizzle it with my special sweet and spicy sauce. It's absolutely delicious."

To level up, the food had to be something Ambrina hadn't tried before, so Ronan planned to first try all the fried snacks in his head. Once that was done, he would consider making some Chinese food based on Ambrina's tastes.

“Okay, sure.” Ambrina replied somewhat mechanically, as she tried to think of any topics that Ronan might be interested in.

Ronan took a sip of the red wine in the glass on the table and let out a long sigh. "Anli, there's really no need to find any serious topics. It would be so boring to talk about serious things every day. It's fine to talk about things you're interested in or about the little things in life. We're lovers, not some seminar group. One of us can talk and the other can listen."

"Really?" Ambrina was a little excited. Sometimes, not knowing what to talk about was a long-standing problem for her.

“Of course,” Ronan replied without hesitation.

"So, Ronan, what do you usually find interesting?" Ambrina asked with a curious expression.

“This…” Ronan fell into thought.

“I know,” Ambrina suddenly exclaimed, pulling up her skirt and revealing her slightly fleshy, white-stockinged legs. “It’s this one.”

The capital city is a place with mild winters and cool summers. In summer, the temperature is only around 20 degrees Celsius, so you won't feel hot even if you wear stockings.

"Uh..." Ronan was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make, even Ambrina had noticed.

Ambrina bit her lip, paused for a moment before speaking, "Ronan, mine isn't very pretty, is it?" She wanted to ask confidently if it was pretty, but in the end she couldn't muster the confidence. Not to mention Dinia, Ronan's two maids, Elena had long, strong, and athletic legs, while Alice had slender, straight legs and delicate, cute little feet.

“You wouldn’t understand, about legs…” Ronan subconsciously used the tone of an old know-it-all, but realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. “Sorry, I was rude.”

“Go ahead,” Ambrina said, her eyes lighting up.

"Beauty is the sensual manifestation of an idea. Some people believe that beauty is entirely subjective, but I disagree. Based on this, beauty undoubtedly has universality and unity, that is, beauty objectively exists in hierarchical order. However, and this is the key point, beauty is multi-dimensional and broad, not narrow or singular. It is wrong to say that everything can be a kind of beauty, but it is even more wrong to limit the aesthetics of a certain type of thing."

Ronan explained his point of view.

Ambrina nodded. In the field of art alone, her level surpassed that of countless people in the world. Although Ronan's words were a bit convoluted, she still understood some of them.

Ronan took another sip of his drink. "To be practical, Anri, your legs are undeniably beautiful—fair, rounded, slightly fleshy, and soft, making one want to knead and grasp them."

"Really?" Ambrina asked, her eyes wide as she approached.

“Of course,” Ronan replied again.

Ambrina unbuckled her shoe and placed one foot on Ronan's thigh. "Why don't you try it?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, then placed one hand on her. Ambrina's legs weren't fat, but they had a soft, fleshy feel. After kneading them a few times, Ronan reached out with both hands and began to grasp them. Before he knew it, what had just subsided in Ronan had become erect again, forming a large tent under the towel.

Ambrina, a mix of shyness and secret delight, asked, "Ronan, were you having a hard time holding back?"

Ronan was taken aback for a moment before realizing what Ambrina was referring to, and poked Ambrina's calf. "Why would you think that?"

“I saw it in a forbidden book that my former maid had kept in her private collection. I think the title was ‘The Mad Beastman Warrior and the Battle Nun,’” Ambrina replied somewhat embarrassedly. “It also said that if a man thinks about that every day, he’ll get sick from holding it in.”

"Ah, this, hahaha." Ronan laughed. Wasn't this Elena's smutty porn book, which had somehow even made it to the capital? "Anli, that book is all nonsense."

Chapter 185 Not young anymore, and it's been going on for too long, but...

Ronan then added, "If it were possible to get sick from holding it in, I'd be in my coffin by now."

“Oh, right.” Ambrina suddenly realized, “Hmm, no, that book also said that men can take care of themselves, but too much of it is very unhealthy.” Actually, she only learned what that thing she saw in her mother’s room when she was a child was from that book.

Upon hearing this, Ronan's eyelids twitched.

Damn, where did Elena get all this weird knowledge? Uh, I think she taught it to me. Oh well, never mind.

"I've already told you, that book is complete nonsense, don't believe it," Ronan could only say.

"So what exactly is it?" Ambrina asked.

She attended a church-run girls' school from the age of four until she was twelve. After returning, no one talked to her about these things, and she was too embarrassed to ask the people around her.

However, she felt that she could ask Ronan anything, even this kind of question.

Ronan released her hands, intending to say that she was still young, but then he thought that in this era, Ambrina was really not young anymore. She was already seventeen years old, and many people her age were already mothers.

A bell rang, and the housekeeper appeared. "Guest, there is one minute left."

"Anli, I have to go now. I'll talk to you again tomorrow," Ronan said.

“Okay, sure,” Ambrina agreed.

Ronan then left the alternate dimension and was teleported back to his original location.

Elena was still in the bathroom when she saw Ronan return. She teased him with a grin, "How was it, young master? Did that little princess fall head over heels for you the moment she saw you?"

Ronan reached over and pinched Elena's nipple, pulling it outwards before letting go as a minor punishment. "How dare you say that? You've corrupted such a pure girl."

"Huh?" Elena was confused.

“Sigh.” Ronan sighed. “Here’s what happened…” Ronan then recounted the whole story.

Elena covered her mouth and burst into laughter, her chest shaking with laughter. "There are actually people like this? I thought noble ladies were all the kind who had sex with noble young masters on the lawn when they were just teenagers. I never expected that this princess would actually... hahaha." As she spoke, she laughed again. She had never expected that Ambrina would be so ignorant.

“What are you laughing at? Laugh again and I’ll give you a whack with this stick,” Ronan said.

Elena grabbed Ronan's stick and said while stroking it, "But she's quite likable, as a mistress."

Ronan also reached out and started rubbing Elena's breasts. "Oh, that's rare. Our Elena has someone she doesn't dislike."

“I should thank the moon goddess for not disliking me,” Elena said. At that moment, Ronan grabbed her waist, preparing to turn her around, but Elena grabbed Ronan’s wrist. “I want to move myself.”

“Okay.” Ronan agreed, summoned his shield, made it float in the air, and then sat on the shield.

Elena supported Ronan's massive member and then sat down on it with a thud. Not only did she move up and down, but she also twisted and rotated her waist. Ronan instantly fell into a state of tilting his head back and closing his eyes, subconsciously grabbing Elena's large white breasts, and her nipples began to harden.

The broad, full, and firm black silk stockings swayed continuously, the huge object grinding against the walls of the cavity. The area around the crotch of the stockings was soon covered with glistening mucus, and the golden tuft of hair below the abdomen was also wet.

Entering a state of heightened arousal, Ronan grabbed Elena, slammed her to the ground, ripped her pantyhose to shreds, grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and began a frenzied thrusting.

After a long while, feeling the walls of his cavity begin to contract and his enormous member begin to tremble and swell, Ronan pulled out and instantly began to ejaculate, more than a dozen streams in a row, his blond hair, back, waist, and black stockings all stained with white fluid.

Ronan said to Elena, "Let's take a bath together."

“I want the young master to wash me,” Elena said. She still remembered the time when Ronan brought her home, a small and dirty girl, and how he clumsily washed her with a brush while wearing a bird-beak mask. She also remembered the feeling of happiness she had at that time.

“How old are you?” Ronan said, but when he saw Elena’s expression, like a little girl complaining about her father, his heart softened. “Alright then.”