Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ambrina doesn't seem to want to have any more children.

She once said that initially, she and Ronan didn't pay much attention to their children, partly because they felt the children would make their own choices as they grew up, and partly because they didn't have time to care for them; Garcia was even neglected. Years later, the death of their beloved daughter Ina deeply affected Ronan, giving him many ideas. As a result, all the children born in Seres had to undergo a strict education.

The former and the latter together led to a series of tragedies that followed.

Ronan took it in stride and comforted Ambrina, saying that everything just proved their education was excellent. If it weren't, how could their children have played such important roles on the world stage? Whether one is a "good guy" or a "bad guy," it's not something one can just do casually.

Ambrina laughed at the time, but Ronan knew very well that she still minded and never wanted to see such a thing happen again.

At this moment, Ambrina smiled and said, "Times have changed, and besides, we won't be like we used to be." After saying that, Ambrina made a gesture of turning her palm over to Ronan.

Ronan understood, pulled out his penis, turned Ambrina over so she was lying face down with her back to him, pulled up her white pantyhose to cover her buttocks, then made a small hole and inserted it from behind.

“That’s true, times have changed, there’s another world now.” Ronan said, increasing the force of his thrusts.

With a soft "uh," Ambrina began to groan.

The slapping sounds continued as Ronan's small, round, white-silk-clad buttocks deformed with each impact.

Under the intense thrusting of the penis, Ambrina, who hadn't had sex in a long time, bit down on the pillow, sometimes closing her eyes tightly, sometimes opening them wide with her eyes rolling back, her hands rubbing against the sheets, constantly making whimpering sounds. Her kneeling legs were bent forward and curled, her white-stockinged feet pressed against the sheets, soles facing upward, toes curled inward. Her voluptuous thighs, encased in white stockings, pressed against her bulging calves, creating a highly sensual silhouette.

And this whole thing trembled continuously under Ronan's sustained bursts of speed.

“Oh, Anri, you feel so good when you’re doing this to me.” Ronan said, leaning over and embracing Ambrina, beginning an even more frenzied and unrestrained thrusting.

With slender bones and plump muscles, small and fleshy, you can hug and press your flesh like a plush toy. Only those who have experienced it know how captivating it is.

Ronan thrust harder and deeper.

Then, the palace gates, which had been sealed for many years, were opened once again.

This caused Ambrina to be jolted back, like a white colt being strangled by a rein.

A powerful thrust deep into her uterus gave Ambrina a long-lost thrill.

At that moment, Ronan suddenly inserted one of his fingers into her anus, and Ambrina's entire body stiffened.

Another round of intense thrusting followed, and soon, Ambrina was almost out of her mind. Her whole body relaxed limply, her hands could no longer wipe the sheets, her toes inside her white stockings relaxed, her buttocks drooped naturally instead of sticking up, her mouth opened, the pillow fell, and her head drooped naturally as well.

Even the anus, which had been tightly gripping my fingers, loosened.

After Ambrina turned into a pool of filthy, defiled flesh, Ronan lay on top of her, thrusting and pumping.

Ambrina was completely covered by Ronan, with only her white silk-clad legs stretched out weakly between Ronan's legs. "Oh, Ronan, oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and her vaginal fluids increased.

Chapter 1311

The New World, the French Democratic Republic, is the country that gained independence a century ago from French colonies.

If you were to cut off the western coastal states of Ronan's original timeline, and then slice the remaining central and eastern regions in half again, the resulting area would be the territory of Frannia, which encompasses the southern and southeastern parts of the United States in Ronan's original timeline. Frannia gained independence several decades later than the United States in Ronan's original timeline, but its history is much longer. Thanks to the existence of superhumans, its east coast had been colonized since the 16th century. It was no longer composed of loosely connected immigrant settlements; therefore, after independence, it couldn't have been a federation, but rather a unified entity.

Although it is a single entity, it is an immigrant country, just like the United States in Ronan's original timeline.

Fies, once a small town named after Fies Church, is now a science city with two renowned universities and numerous research institutions. (Canaan Digital Research Center is located here.)

"What are you doing?" Ronan asked Canaan.

Wearing a white lab coat and with his hair piled up, Canaan looked at the design drawings in front of him and replied without turning his head, "Design the computer you mentioned a long time ago."

Ronan asked curiously, "What made you decide to do this?"

“Mortals have limits, and so do extraordinary beings, but mathematics has no limits. If you want to visualize mathematical concepts, you need this,” Canaan replied. “I have waited many years, and finally I have the foundation to create this.”

Ronan nodded. "Unfortunately, it's still a long way from being able to directly help superhumans improve their combat power."

Although this primitive computer could perform thousands of calculations per second, it was of little significance in battles between superhumans.

Because what makes superhumans fast is not calculation, but input and output.

Even if computer performance improves significantly in the future, the process of inputting a pointer, outputting an instruction, transmitting it to the hardware of another application, and finally starting it up may still take several seconds.

However, in a world that lasts only a few seconds, even a low-level superhuman could complete dozens of attacks.

To take it to an extreme, using a fighting game as an example, the button presses are almost synchronized, but the input and output speed is just so-so.

Ronan can perform 10,000 moves in a second.

Fighting games obviously can't do that.

"It wasn't originally intended to directly enhance combat power, but rather to research and verify some issues." Canaan said, turning to look at Ronan with a puzzled expression, feeling that Ronan had suddenly become an idiot. "How could you have such an idea?"

Ronan smiled. "I wanted to remind you that once you've made it, you need to quickly produce some results that are beneficial to the military so that you can attract investment. Even today, most superhumans don't want to know why, they just want to know how, and ordinary people are even more so."

Technology, including the development of weapons, has not narrowed the gap in violence between ordinary people and superhumans.

It could even be said that this has further widened the gap between individuals in terms of violence.

The difference between a low-level superhuman wielding a repeating pistol and a mortal wielding the same repeating pistol is greater than the difference between a low-level superhuman wielding a sword and a mortal.

The order maintained by the state and its laws is formed through violence, and the fact that superhumans hold power is even more serious than it was hundreds of years ago, because there weren't so many superhumans hundreds of years ago, but there are now.

Naturally, any project that requires a large investment must consider exceptional individuals.

“Alas.” Canaan sighed. “That’s why most people are ignorant, even the superhumans. Superhumans who don’t think about why, apart from a few lucky ones and those who stumble upon success by accident, will find it difficult to even advance to the middle level, let alone the seventh level.”

People like Elena, Dinia, and even Ronan are lucky; they are special in themselves.

However, by sheer coincidence, none of the women in their group had this advantage, but there were quite a few on Seris's side.

Among these women, Tina was the only one who reached the seventh level through her own rational thinking.

Among Ronan's children, more than one relies on rational thinking: Ahriman, Astrid, and Menar and Mushir, to a lesser extent. As for Garcia, Luo Chenghao relied too much on external forces.

Ronan didn't want to delve into the topic and continued, "How much longer will it take to finish this computer?"

Canaan replied, "It's almost done. It's in the final testing phase and will take no more than a year."

“Then you shouldn’t be busy right now,” Ronan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I’m not busy.” Canaan smiled at Ronan. “It’s perfect that you’re here. I can finally relax.” And this relaxation was, of course, the kind of relaxation he was referring to.

Ronan reached out and patted Canaan's butt, giving it a squeeze. "Then change your clothes, let's go, let's have dinner first."

Canaan looked at Ronan, his voice a mix of complaint and resentment, "It would have been better if you hadn't caught me. Now that you've caught me, I don't even want to eat anymore."

"Let's eat first and talk about it later," Ronan suggested.

“Then I’ll take you to a nice place,” Canaan said.

Ronan thought they were going to a nice little restaurant, but when he got to the door, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Once inside, it turned out to be a fast food restaurant.

The two ordered the same thing: a bowl of noodle soup with some small pieces of meat and vegetables, and a fried meat patty, which was mainly ground beef mixed with onions and mashed potatoes.

To be fair, the nutrition is quite balanced, the taste is acceptable, and for many laborers, it's a decent, affordable and delicious meal.

"Is this what you usually eat?" Ronan asked.

Canaan slurped up a mouthful of noodles. "You think I only have one project, computers? I'm running several projects at the same time. I'm very busy. I don't usually have time to go out to eat. It's either bread with lettuce, cheese, and sausage, or pizza." "Hurry up and eat. Don't waste too much time on food."

Ronan laughed and joked, "It's good that you didn't say that having sex is a waste of time."

“You’re different. You’re my lover. It’s more about psychological needs. When I use the sex machine to simply satisfy my physical needs, I always set a timer,” Canaan said seriously.

"That makes sense," Ronan agreed, then began to eat his noodles in silence.

The two quickly finished their meal and then arrived at Canaan's dwelling place.

She lived in an apartment, not very big, only about 100 square meters, but the living room was unusually clean and tidy, which puzzled Ronan. Canaan loved cleanliness, but she would never keep her home so tidy.

“I’m the academic leader, with a whole bunch of research dogs under me. They come on their own without me having to say a word,” Canaan said. “Actually, I don’t like it this way, but other professors do it. If you don’t let the students who want to improve come, they’ll be unhappy. To be honest, hundreds of years ago in France…”

Even when I was the director of the Bureau of Science and Technology, I didn't receive this kind of treatment.

Ronan laughed, "That's because I was a staunch anti-corruption advocate back then, and the academic clique was no exception. Otherwise, given that you were Didi's goddaughter back then, a bunch of people would have fought tooth and nail to be your servant."

“Ha, so democracy is better than dictatorship,” she said sarcastically.

Chapter 1312

After taking a shower, Canaan lay naked on the bed, and Ronan, like a professional masseur, applied essential oil to every part of her skin and began to massage her from head to toe.

First, her feet were pinched, then her calf and thigh muscles were massaged, followed by stretching of her fingers and arms, and finally her breasts were massaged. Even while lying down, Canaan's breasts naturally collapsed, but still looked full. Her breasts, covered in essential oil, were constantly kneaded into shape, and gradually, her nipples slowly became erect.

After the massage, Canaan felt completely relaxed.

Then, Canaan rolled over and lay face down with his back to Ronan.

Ronan started with a massage of Canaan's temples, scalp, and neck. After this, Canaan felt very comfortable and began to feel sleepy. Then, the massage began on his back. As someone who stood or sat for long periods without exercising, even though he was a superhuman with the ability to self-correct, Canaan's spine and lower back were still somewhat unhealthy. He felt a lot of pressure during the massage, but he just felt very comfortable.

Then Ronan poured essential oils on the Canaanite tribe.

The fatty pork belly suddenly became glossy and shiny, reflecting light under the lamp and looking exceptionally tempting.

He started rubbing Canaan's buttocks, saying, "I feel like your butt is getting bigger and bigger."

"Either it's your imagination, after all, you haven't seen each other for decades," Canaan replied lazily, "or you've just been sitting for too long."

“How could it be an illusion? I’ve been asleep for decades. The actual feeling is just opening and closing my eyes,” Ronan said. “I’m sure your butt has gotten bigger, but it’s still the same as before—fleshy but not perky.”

As Ronan continued to rub his buttocks, Canaan also woke up from his drowsiness and spoke louder, "Isn't this my selling point?" Each of these women had a unique physical feature. Hers was that her buttocks were large but not perky, and her legs were also made of fat, so they would close together when she slightly brought them together.

“Luckily, I’m a compassionate person,” Ronan said with a smile, as he put on two wolf-tooth-shaped covers with soft particles on his fingers and then coated them with a sticky lubricant.

After saying that, he put on a set of fingers covered in lubricant and inserted them into Canaan's flesh, beginning to thrust and dig.

Canaan quickly squeezed his legs together and began to moan slowly.

A moment later, she turned her head to the side and gestured with her hand and mouth.

Ronan understood, knelt down in front of her, his penis facing her, and continued to thrust and probe her vagina with his hand.

Canaan opened his mouth and took the tip of Ronan's not-yet-fully-erect penis into his mouth, and began to suck and swallow.

Ronan also moved in response, thrusting into her full lips.

After a while, Canaan's toes began to stretch out continuously, his inner body sending out signals of desire, and Ronan's penis also became hard and erect.

Ronan withdrew his hand, removed the gloves from his fingers, and Canaan quickly put on a pair of shiny, open-crotch black pantyhose.

Canaan, a top contemporary scientist who is usually like a quiet and boring female nerd, creates a strong contrast of sexiness when she wears these overly bright, shiny, open-crotch black stockings.

Canaan remained prone, while Ronan pressed his hands against the fleshy crotch covered in glossy black stockings, inserting his penis into the opening between the legs.

"Oh, oh, ah." A long moan, which started high-pitched and then slowed down, filled Canaan's flesh hole and he felt a long-lost pleasure, and his vaginal fluid began to secrete in large quantities.

Canaan wasn't particularly tight, nor did it have many wrinkles, but it was incredibly smooth, making it easy to penetrate. As soon as Ronan touched her, she couldn't help but speed up. With each acceleration, the loose, flabby buttocks, accumulated from a sedentary lifestyle and lack of exercise, began to create large, sweeping waves in her black stockings. The sheen of the oily black stockings under the light, driven by these waves, resembled ripples on water.

This made Ronan want to accelerate even further.

"Ouch, go slower, oh, it hurts," Canaan cried out. It had been a long time since she had done it, and she wasn't quite used to it yet. Ronan's thick, long penis went all the way in each time, and it was fast and hard, hitting her clitoris with every thrust.

Ronan bent down and said, "It won't hurt anymore soon." With that, Ronan inserted his finger into Canaan's anus.

"Mmm, mmm," Canaan groaned, his voice trembling with a hint of a sob. "Please, don't."

Ronan gripped her plump thigh tightly with one hand, feeling the sensation of her fleshy legs and slippery stockings. "Isn't this to help you get used to it in advance? You haven't had sex in a long time, have you?"

After a while, Canaan's groans gradually lost their sobbing tone, leaving only comfortable enjoyment.

At this moment, the cervix opened and gripped Ronan's glans. Ronan slowed down his pace. "By the way, Canaan, have you ever thought about having another child?" It was Ambrina who had brought this up before, which led Ronan to have this idea. "Ah, what did you say? Oh, ah," Canaan asked, groaning.

Ronan raised his voice, "I said, do you want to have another child?" "I don't have time to take care of a child, um, oh ah." Canaan answered while groaning, at the same time pushing hard on the bed with his hands, his toes wrapped in black stockings kicking hard, arching his buttocks upwards to make his cervix rub against the glans more fully, bringing him the ultimate pleasure, "Besides, if another Ahriman is born, oh, that would be a huge problem."

Ronan sped up again, adding a finger to Canaan's back door at the same time, "But he is also our pride, the savior, isn't he?" In any case, it must be admitted that it was Ronan and Canaan's son, Ahriman, who reshaped the extraordinary system and ended the countdown to the end of the world.

"Hmm." Canaan responded as if he was holding back, then grabbed the pillow and bit it.

She is experiencing both extreme pleasure and extreme discomfort.

Her legs were encased in a thick layer of fat, with incredibly taut muscles. The insteps were straight, the toes were curled inwards, and the soles of her feet, covered in black stockings, were full of wrinkles. A straight indentation appeared on the side of her calves, which were covered in glossy black stockings, making her calves, which were stretched thin by the stockings, particularly prominent. The muscle outlines were also faintly visible on the inner and back sides of her thighs.

The constantly impacted groin area couldn't tighten up; only endless waves of flesh remained.

Soon after, Canaan surrendered.

As waves surged out, the taut legs softened instantly, the toes relaxed, and the black stockings, no longer stretched thin by the muscles, turned much darker.

Ronan pulled out his penis, flipped the now limp Canaan over, hoisted her plump, glossy black-stockinged legs onto his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and began his frenzied assault.

The fat breasts swayed along with the dried meat and the bed surface. Canaan's slightly round and fleshy waist, which was cinched by the waistband of high-waisted black stockings, trembled with each impact along with her buttocks and thighs, which were also covered by black stockings.

"Ah, whew..." With a low growl from Ronan, his penis throbbed, and streams of thick semen sprayed onto the inner wall of her uterus.

After ejaculating, Ronan did not pull out, but instead lay down on Canaan, panting and resting while gently caressing him.

After a long while, Ronan stood up.