Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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That evening, the two ate flatbread with roasted meat. Canaan didn't have a kitchen at all, only a grill and an oven.

At night, the two sat on the roof looking at the stars. As they watched, they snuggled together, and that's when it started.

"You're actually an open-cut one?" Ronan couldn't help but be a little surprised when he reached in to touch it.

Canaan's lips left Ronan's cheek, and he said with a smile, "You always ruin your stockings, what a waste."

Ronan reached out and flicked Canaan's nose; it felt really good to flick her high, straight nose. "I think you're just restless."

"That's all because of you," Canaan scolded, "You won't stop until you've made people's bodies strange."

As they spoke, the two stood up and kissed again, quickly removing their clothes at the same time.

Soon, Ronan was left with only his shoes and socks, and Canaan was left with only his underwear, open-crotch silk semi-transparent black stockings, and low-cut, upturned shoes.

Canaan squatted down, wrapped one arm around Ronan's thigh, and grasped the base of his enormous penis with the other, beginning to suck and lick. Soon, when Canaan's lips left, glistening strands would always be drawn out, and the moist penis began to gleam under the moonlight.

"Is it good?" Ronan asked.

Canaan rolled his eyes at Ronan and said provocatively, "It tastes awful."

"You still eat it even though it tastes bad?" Ronan teased.

"Say that again and I'll bite you." Canaan said, giving Ronan's testicles a light pinch as if to show off. She then continued oral sex until Ronan's penis was rock hard, almost touching his abs, before she finally spat it out and looked up at Ronan.

Ronan understood, picked her up and placed her on a blanket, pulled aside her panties from her open-crotch stockings, and slowly inserted himself inside.

"Ah~~" Canaan let out a long, comfortable groan.

After a while, the two were in a different position: Canaan was lying face down with her hands on the ground, and Ronan was penetrating her from behind. Canaan's buttocks weren't as perky, and were even a little saggy from years of staying at home, but they were still very fleshy. When they were having sex, the waves of her black stockings and buttocks were coming in one after another. The flesh was also soft and loose, and it would tremble when you fanned it with your hand.

After a few thrusts from behind, Ronan suddenly slowed down, maintaining full penetration, his groin pressed tightly against Canaan's cleft, almost perfectly connected. "Want to try a new position?"

"Mmm." Canaan, immersed in the pleasure of having his flower core pressed hard against her, simply hummed in agreement.

“Then don’t move.” After saying that, Ronan moved, keeping the insertion in place, twisting his body, and straddling with one leg. With this movement, Ronan turned half a circle, and the huge thing inside Canaan also turned half a circle, and then it became a “doggy style” position with Ronan’s muscular buttocks facing Canaan’s buttocks.

Chapter 971 Black stockings are wet, let's fuck each other's asses, minority issues

This position between male and female dogs is extremely stimulating.

Ronan's thing is normally pointing upwards, but in this position, it's pointing downwards.

Canaan's mons pubis, covered with soft, curly brown hair similar in color to her hair, was bulging under Ronan's enormous member, and even her lower abdomen was vaguely visible.

Under this unprecedented stimulation, Canaan's anal vortex contracted intermittently.

"Ah, ahhhhh~" She couldn't help but let out a plaintive and melodious moan. Unlike the comfort she felt when being penetrated before, this time it was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her head was lowered, her hands were too weak to support her, her entire front body was lying down, her legs were still kneeling, her entire black-stockinged legs from thighs to heels were taut, her toes were bent and her toes were pushing hard against the ground, her soles were pointing outwards, her calf muscles were bulging, making the stockings on her calves even more transparent, and under the moonlight they shone with a silvery, oily sheen.

Ronan didn't move, and that alone was enough to provoke both sides.

After a while, Ronan's thing suddenly felt a surge of heat washing over it.

Canaan actually ejaculated like that.

As the climax approached, Canaan could no longer maintain the posture of pushing off the ground with his toes to dispel the abnormal sensation. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, while Ronan's thing came out.

Ronan turned around, and Canaan was lying face down on the carpet, her inner thighs twitching as if she had been electrocuted, and the flesh under her black stockings was also twitching slightly.

The copious amount of vaginal fluid also soaked the black stockings on the inside of her thighs, making them glisten and translucent under the moonlight.

"Are you alright?" Ronan asked. "Want more?"

Canaan, panting heavily, replied, "Mmm."

Ronan squatted down, spread his legs and knelt, pried open the vaginal opening with his hands, aimed, and with a "plop," inserted himself again.

"Aww..." Canaan, who was lying down, suddenly raised his head and let out a cry with a hint of regret. It seemed that he should not have been penetrated again after just climaxing. Then, as if he had lost his strength, his head slowly lowered. The trace of regret disappeared in an instant, as if he had just been penetrated by Ronan and had submitted to that pleasure.

Ronan braced himself with his hands on the ground. "Move yourself."

Canaan began to twist her waist, and through her open-crotch black stockings, her not-so-perky but very full and fair buttocks began to writhe in a semi-circular motion, swallowing and spitting out Ronan's huge member with her vagina, making a rubbing sound of lustful fluid.

As Canaan writhed like this, her rather full breasts pressed against the carpet, rubbing against it like balls being flattened, constantly changing shape with each writh.

In this position, Canaan was unable to twist her waist significantly or go fast. Ronan, on the other hand, was enjoying herself, but the more she moved, the more she felt aroused and itchy in her vagina.

"Move a little," Canaan finally couldn't help but say.

Ronan grabbed a handful of black-stockinged pork belly. "Is this how you beg for help?"

Canaan pursed his lips and whispered, "Fuck me, harder."

“That’s more like it.” Ronan responded by pressing down on Canaan’s soft waist. “Here we go.”

The sound of groin hitting canan's buttocks began. Every now and then, Ronan would slap Canaan's buttocks, and at this moment, Canaan would suddenly let out a long and melodious groan amidst short moans, and then raise his head and shake his hair.

After a while of fucking, Ronan let out a long sigh of relief, "Little Jia, do you have any ointment here? I want to fuck your ass."

After a brief silence, Canaan hummed in agreement.

Ronan didn't pull out, but instead hugged Canaan, who was lying down, and used his strong waist and legs to lift her up, just like a baby being held to urinate.

Too lazy to climb the stairs, Ronan simply jumped off the roof and landed on the ground.

The impact of the landing forcefully forced open the cervix and penetrated deep inside. Canaan let out a howl, followed by heavy breathing.

He carried her into the bedroom, lubricated with ointment, and Ronan eagerly thrust into Canaan's anus. He'd barely entered when he encountered resistance. Canaan wasn't untouched by penetration, but not often, and wasn't fully developed. As soon as he entered, her anus began to contract rapidly, as if trying to squeeze Ronan's member out.

“Relax, relax,” Ronan said, leaning down to kiss the back of Canaan’s neck and back, gently caressing her breasts with his hands.

"Slow down, you're so big," Canaan said with a hint of resentment.

After a long struggle, Ronan finally fully penetrated, and then a dildo was sucked in and inserted into Canaan's front.

Caught between two attacks, Canaan let out a loud cry, her black-stockinged legs arching as she repeatedly slammed them against the bed, instinctively protesting the sensation.

But after a while, she stopped moving, and Ronan began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Are you comfortable, little Ga?" Ronan asked.

Canaan lowered his head, his mind a complete mess, and he was unable to respond.

After a long while, Ronan felt it coming, and slowly pulled out of Canaan's back door, also pulling out the dildo that had been inserted into her. He then laid her on her back on the bed, her head resting against the pillow.

He then leaned down and pressed down on her, lifting up one of her exhausted black-stockinged legs, turning Canaan into a side-lying position, and began his final, intense fucking.

Soon, Canaan reached another climax, its water level soaring. Ronan didn't stop, continuing to accelerate.

With a muffled groan, Ronan thrust in and ejaculated forcefully, then lowered the black-stockinged leg he was carrying. As his foot landed, thick white semen began to overflow. Ronan reached behind her and ruffled her hair, while his other hand roamed between her black-stockinged thighs.

A moment later, Canaan turned around to face Ronan, reaching out to stroke Ronan's firm chest and abdominal muscles, saying, "You bring me to orgasm several times every time."

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Ronan asked with a smile.

Canaan traced the outline of Ronan's abdominal muscles with his fingers. "Speaking of which, there are many ethnic minorities with primitive beliefs in Guangxi, as well as in Guangdong. Some people in Fujian have other beliefs. These people are endowed with talents, and by using the cultivation method of Xiaofa, they can be transformed into people with comprehensive qualities at the positive level. Then they can be equipped with the single-soldier flying vehicle that I have just researched. It can move quickly by jet and use jet rockets as weapons, forming a powerful enough air force."

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Ronan asked.

Canaan, her black stockings rubbing against Ronan, said, "I want the war to end sooner rather than later."

“The committee will not agree to convert too many minors. A group of powerful people who are not within the regular order of Seris will cause a lot of trouble if there are too many of them,” Ronan said. “There are not many of them now, and they are satisfied with acquiring wealth and a certain status. Once there are more of these extraordinary individuals, they will want political status. If they are not given it, conflicts will inevitably arise.”

"Sigh." Canaan sighed.

Ronan reached out and gently pinched Canaan's nose again. "Don't worry, it won't be long."

"Why?" Canaan asked, somewhat skeptical.

“Because the climate in the north of Seres is starting to get worse,” Ronan replied.

The Western calendar year in this world is not much different from the original timeline of Luo Nanyuan. It is now 1613, which is roughly the last few years of the Wanli Emperor's reign. From this time onwards, the entire north has suffered from famine almost every year, and the imperial court will soon start to get anxious.

Chapter 972 Debate in Bed: North vs. South, Canned Food is a Good Thing

Once the imperial court starts to get anxious, it goes without saying that it will seek a decisive battle with Jiangnan.

As expected, the battle will revolve around the key cities of Wuchang, Hefei, and Xuzhou.

The importance of these cities lies in the fact that whether it is a northern expedition or a southern campaign, it is necessary to control these places in order to ensure the efficiency of troop deployment and logistical supply, and to smoothly advance and stabilize the battle line.

"Do you think they'll win?" Canaan asked.

"That's hard to say," Ronan replied.

“I think the South will win.” Canaan looked at the ceiling and gestured with his hands as he spoke. “Whether it’s on the river or at sea, Jiangnan is slightly stronger. In terms of the number of superhumans, Jiangnan still has a slight advantage. Moreover, although both sides have tried to copy our magic guns, magic armor, and even individual flying technology, Jiangnan’s copy is better.”

"The only advantage of the North is that their ordinary soldiers are stronger and more numerous. The army, composed of village and manor members and able-bodied men, is far more organized and better trained in military affairs than the conscripted peasant soldiers."

"But in the end, the outcome of the war is determined by the superhuman soldiers and their weaponry."

In a sense, superhuman soldiers can also be seen as advanced weaponry. It can only be said that Canaan's view that those with the most advanced weaponry will win is very much in line with her own profession.

“Speaking of weapons, the Central Plains in the north are not entirely without advantages,” Ronan said. “The coal and iron of Seris are concentrated in the north.”

Seres' coal and iron resources are concentrated in the north, and since the founding of the nation and the establishment of its capital in Beijing, a large number of military factories have been located in the north. In other words, the north has more guns, cannons, and ammunition.

Canaan didn't think this was an advantage. "What kind of advantage is this? It's not a protracted war. It will be over in just a few major battles. If Jiangnan wins, then they can advance unimpeded."

In a prolonged war of attrition, Jiangnan cannot afford to lose out on firearms, cannons, and ammunition. However, with only a few battles to be fought, Jiangnan has the reserves. If it wins, it can seize mines and factories and obtain continuous supplies. If it loses, there will be no follow-up. Jiangnan is an alliance formed by multiple provinces and forces with a common goal. If it loses, it will fall apart.

“You make a good point, but it’s still hard to say. There are too few capable generals in Jiangnan. As for the lower-ranking officers who have been recruited, many of them are like Brother Menglong, who do nothing but cultivate and study. They may never have fought against anyone, let alone commanded soldiers in battle.”

Ronan wasn't exaggerating when he said that.

There are many extraordinary individuals in the Jiangnan region, but most of them are engrossed in studying and cultivating their skills. They rarely even compete with others, let alone have experience in leading troops into battle. They may not have even read any military books and can only cram at the last minute.

Ironically, Seris's two most elite legions have now fallen into the hands of the committee that Ronan built.

One was the Guangxi Army Corps, which had been fighting Annam for years and was controlled by Lu Jianling. It was small in number, but its members were all veterans. The other was the Guangdong Navy, which was led by Pei Jinghai and had clashed with foreigners many times. Although its personnel were complex and its internal factions were numerous, it was strong in ships and powerful in cannons, which was enough.

To be honest, it wasn't intentional. Ronan only wanted to control the Guangdong Navy, the strongest navy in Seres. It was purely accidental that the Guangxi Field Army fell into his hands.

Although the Northwest Army Corps had more men and had experienced more battles, to put it bluntly, they mostly beat up children and even occasionally threw matches.

The ethnic groups of the Western Regions and the grasslands were not as capable as the "Han Eight Banners" established by the defeated bandits who had fought for supremacy in Annam.

"This..." Canaan realized after hearing Ronan's words that Jiangnan had weapons and equipment, strong logistics and a large number of superhumans, but these superhumans had never fought a war and had not even received military training.

This is simply unimaginable in the West.

Ronan smiled and stopped dwelling on who won or lost. "No matter the outcome, we already have a plan. If Jiangnan loses, we must quickly take over Fujian and southern Jiangxi, and then march into Hunan. If Jiangnan wins, we will advance by land and water to harass them."

The best outcome for Guangdong would be if the Jiangnan region lost a few battles, allowing Guangdong to expand its influence smoothly. If the Central Plains won and occupied Hubei, it would be quite troublesome.

“But then again, Guangdong doesn’t have many capable fighters.” As soon as he said that, Canaan realized he might be wrong. “Uh, no, when fighting Annam, a lot of Guangdong’s new troops came in during the latter part of the war.”

Ronan smiled. "That's right, that's exactly it." In the latter half of the war with Annam, after the pressure eased somewhat, the committee decided to use combat as training, sending officers and soldiers from Guangdong to the front lines. Many died, but those who survived, while perhaps not becoming great, at least learned what war was all about.

After their conversation ended, the two got up and left the bedroom to take a shower. Once their hair was dry, they went to sleep.

Ronan was up early as usual, but Canaan couldn't get up at all. The sun was already blinding before she finally got up to wash up, ate a quick bite, and then went out with Ronan.

The two arrived at the cannery.

The fruit produced here is all canned fruit in tinplate. Guangdong is suitable for growing fruit, but in the past, it wasn't grown much. The reason is simple: transportation and preservation capabilities were limited in this era. Of course, it was possible to find a way to transport it quickly, but that would be something that ordinary people couldn't afford. Therefore, most of the fruit could only be consumed by locals, and the local market was very limited.

Some of the canned fruit produced in the factory is for the navy's welfare, while the majority is sold abroad, transported by river and sea to all parts of Seres.

For wealthy people, this is a great luxury, and it can also be given as a gift.

For those who were poor, this stuff was medicine; they could only take it when they were sick. Sugar was medicine for the poor in that era, and canned goods contained a lot of sugar. Besides, tin cans could be returned.

Tinplate was something Ronan tinked up when he was in France. This stuff requires tin, and coincidentally, there's a lot of it in Guangxi.

Ronan said to Canaan, "This thing costs three qian of silver at the factory, and one qian is the cost. The majority of the cost is the sugar inside, followed by the jar itself, while the fruit inside is basically free."

Sugar is ridiculously expensive these days.

“A portion of the cannery’s profits will be allocated as benefits for the researchers at your research center,” Ronan added.

Canaan wasn't particularly interested. "Why not give us the tobacco? If that doesn't work, we can have the liquor. I know corn liquor sells very well."

Not to mention tobacco, back in France, the entire group of super soldiers relied on tobacco for sustenance.

Corn liquor is a low-end spirit that is popular among workers, especially dockworkers who often have to unload and load cargo late at night. After finishing their work, it's already dawn, so they eat and drink a little before going back to sleep. This liquor doesn't have a high profit margin, but it sells well and is quite profitable.

Ronan shrugged and shook his head. "Then go back to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams."

"Dreaming is unrealistic. The revenue from tobacco and alcohol is used to cover military spending. How can a mere research scientist expect to get that?" The key-cutting craftsman has something to say.

"Tch, stingy, dictator, capitalist!"

Chapter 973 Flesh-colored Pantyhose, Cadres Can't Withstand the Test, Too Much Water Makes the Job Ineffective

At night, in the Canaan family's bedroom, several oil lamps were lit.