Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1541. Next Target!

After approximately a week and a half, Yasenia and Andrea ceased their intimacy. Yasenia, nestled in Andrea’s embrace, inquired with curiosity, “Are we finished?”

Andrea, revealing a weariness she had long since forgotten since ascending to the Sixth Realm, cast a sideways glance and sighed. “Yes. Forget two months, my love. Even at our leisurely pace, a week and a half is the absolute maximum I can manage.”

Her meridians were currently engorged with Yasenia’s potent and abundant Qi, while her intimate areas remained dry. Andrea was candid; even the sight of Yasenia’s incredibly alluring form left her dragon dormant, utterly spent. She had, in the truest sense of the word, been completely drained.

Yasenia looked down, her fingers playfully tracing Andrea’s now yielding and soft intimate parts. She let out a soft chuckle. “So cute~.”

Andrea playfully flicked Yasenia’s forehead before leaning back. “Let me rest for a while. I am utterly exhausted, my love.”

Yasenia nodded gently and carefully shifted, settling herself within Andrea’s arms. Embracing the softness that enveloped her like a miniature blanket, Andrea closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep.

Her body immediately commenced its work, diligently attempting to metabolize the rich and nourishing Qi circulating within her meridians.

Meanwhile, Yasenia rested her head upon Andrea’s soft chest, her ear attuned to the now steady and strong rhythm of Andrea’s heartbeat. A hint of concern touched her features, not due to any lack of satisfaction, but because her unique constitution seemed to have once again advanced, presenting a challenge to her partners.

‘I hadn’t anticipated my body would cause Andrea’s to react like a sensitive, inexperienced maiden…’ A faint smile played on her lips. She then shook her head, her face finding comfort between Andrea’s pillows. “Well, it’s not a monumental problem. I’ll simply need to train her cultivation bit by bit again. Hehehe.”

Three days elapsed before Andrea’s eyelids fluttered open, feeling revitalized, though a peculiar muscle ache lingered. “Hm? Muscle ache?” she mused, perplexed. “How could I possibly have muscle ache?”

Her senses delved inward, scanning her own form. She perceived that the potent Qi shared through their Dual Cultivation had deconstructed and subsequently reinforced her muscle fibers, along with her entire being, to such an extent that it induced aching even for an Immortal. “...I had nearly forgotten that Yasenia’s bodily fluids are essentially a divine elixir.”

This truth had held before, and it remained unchanged now. Sensing the advancements within her body, Andrea displayed a look of slight adoration mixed with resignation. “Incredible, my body has progressed as much as it would have after a full year of solitary cultivation… And this is merely the initial effect.”

Yasenia, who had remained still, also sensed Andrea’s awakening and looked up, her spirited yet alluring golden slit eyes meeting Andrea’s. “Good morning, Darling!”

Andrea gazed down and gently caressed Yasenia’s cheek. “Good morning, my love.”

Yasenia’s tail swayed rhythmically side to side in happiness, her face nuzzling into Andrea’s large, faintly calloused hand with closed eyes. She cherished the sensation, finding it pleasantly ticklish against her cheek.

“Let’s get up soon, my love. We should be getting ready to move, shouldn’t we?”

At Andrea’s words, Yasenia nodded and slowly sat up, her body fully revealed as she did so. Andrea felt a fleeting urge to gently push her back down, but she managed to restrain herself.

Yasenia stood from the bed and announced, “Anna, Eve, we are finished.”

The two maids materialized in the room, about to speak, but their legs suddenly trembled, causing them to stifle loud moans within their throats. “Mmmm~.”

Yasenia blinked at their flushed faces, then recalled the room’s saturation with her potent mating scent. Even these highly disciplined maids struggled to maintain their composure, their thighs pressing together as their eyes involuntarily strayed towards their Young Miss’s unclothed form.

With a swift motion, Yasenia summoned a scent-absorbing pearl. However, upon activation, the pearl absorbed for only a second before shattering. “...Right. These were treasures my mother bestowed upon me when I was still a mortal.”

Instead, she utilized her Qi to gather the pervasive essence within the room, manipulating it with exceptional control and thus liberating Anna and Eve from their intense “torment.”

With the concentrated scent now held in Yasenia’s palm, Anna and Eve quickly regained their composure, though their gazes still discreetly flickered towards their Young Miss. “Ahem. We apologize for that, Young Miss. What style of dress might you desire for today?”

Yasenia considered for a moment and then smiled. “Something elegant and refined.”

They proceeded to peruse her extensive collection of dresses, soon selecting a flowing light blue gown adorned with delicate white, cloud-like patterns. The fabric of the dress felt light and airy, imbuing it with an ethereal quality.

Furthermore, this particular dress was among the few that offered a form-fitting silhouette, cinched at the waist with a sash to beautifully accentuate her curves, while still maintaining modesty with long sleeves and a high collar, covering most of her skin.

After changing, Yasenia executed a graceful spin, her long black hair, tail, and dress swirling around her in a captivating motion. She smiled, pleased with the result. “Excellent. What do you three think?”

Glancing back, the trio stood transfixed, completely captivated. The typically alluring dragon woman had been transformed into an image of pure, unadulterated, refreshing beauty. Andrea’s cheeks flushed slightly as she rubbed her face. “You look stunning.”

Anna and Eve echoed the sentiment with hearty nods. “Madam Evelyn truly possessed an exquisite eye when she crafted this gown.”

Andrea, now clad in a simple black slacks and a white short-sleeved shirt, stepped outside. “Emerge when you’re both ready. I intend to converse with Tatyana.”

“Discuss what might that be?”

A flicker of awkwardness crossed her features. “Well… I was hoping for some guidance on certain matters.”

“Ah, I see. Very well, my dearest. We shall endeavor to conclude our preparations swiftly!”

While Anna and Eve possessed the ability to have her fully prepared in mere moments, they chose to indulge in the extended process, viewing it as a valuable opportunity for strengthening their bonds. Thus, over the subsequent thirty minutes, Anna and Eve experimented with various hairstyles for Yasenia, ultimately deciding upon a sleek, high ponytail. This simple yet elegant style perfectly complemented the chosen dress, exuding an air of refreshing charm.

As Yasenia emerged, the attending maids anticipated beholding their familiar, alluring Young Miss. Instead, they were met with a vibrant beauty that rendered them momentarily speechless. Even Tatyana, who had been playfully engaging Andrea, fell into a sudden silence.

Yasenia offered them a gentle smile. “Let us depart. It is time we bid farewell to this realm.”

A collective jolt seemed to awaken everyone from their stupor, and they promptly made preparations. “Ah, yes. Doriel, a moment, if you please.”

Doriel, the assassin maid with eyes like polished obsidian, swiftly turned and presented herself before Yasenia, assuming an elegant and utterly silent stance. “Young Miss has summoned me.”

Yasenia reached out and affectionately patted Doriel’s head, a warm smile gracing her lips. “Were there any bothersome insects attempting to snoop around? I detected faint disturbances.”

Doriel’s expression remained largely impassive, yet a subtle narrowing of her eyes betrayed her pleasure at Yasenia’s affectionate gesture. “Indeed, Young Miss. A few stray individuals were present. Fortunately, my fellow assassin maids and I dealt with them discreetly.”

“Excellent,” Yasenia affirmed with a nod, muttering softly, “What a pity we are in such haste to depart. Otherwise, I would have relished the opportunity to pay their respective clans a visit.”

Doriel’s eyes widened slightly as she inquired, “Shall I proceed with their annihilation? The task should not require more than three days.”

“There is no need,” Yasenia stated, continuing her exit, the others following in her wake. “I shall grant them the grace of continued existence.”

Tatyana inquired, a touch of curiosity coloring her tone. “Such leniency?”

Yasenia’s smile broadened, her steps taking on a light, buoyant rhythm. “My current disposition is exceptionally cheerful, therefore, yes~. I have no desire for anything to mar this delightful mood!”

As they ventured outside, Yasenia was abruptly startled by a sudden, piercing scream. “Seize her! The demoness who absconded with Elder Andrea!”

Yasenia’s smile faltered for a brief instant, and a frigid edge crept into her voice as she commanded, “Eliminate every last one of them within the span of a single second.”

All 300 maids moved in unison, and Andrea observed mere flashes of movement before they reassumed their original positions. The small contingent, their minds consumed by inner demons and their misguided quest for retribution, was thus expeditiously annihilated.

Yasenia’s momentarily stiffened smile gracefully softened, returning to its genuine, warm state. She then linked arms with both Tatyana and Andrea. “Let us depart this world. There remains nothing further for us here, does there?”

Tatyana nodded serenely, seemingly unfazed by the preceding events. “I have already arranged for individuals to escort Andrea’s nascent disciples. Unless Andrea harbors a desire for some particular treasure within this realm, our business here is concluded.”

Witnessing the nonchalance with which these two regarded the swift eradication, Andrea could only offer a wry smile.

Yasenia’s golden eyes met Andrea’s. After a moment of contemplation, Andrea shook her head. “There is a smelting furnace, classified as a Nine Star Supreme Ranked Treasure. However, I sense that such items will not be scarce in my future endeavors. Therefore, we may depart. After all, the current possessor would not relinquish it without a struggle.”

Before Yasenia could voice her intentions, Andrea playfully flicked her forehead. “I have already stated my refusal.”

Yasenia assumed a pout, and just as she began to make a subtle gesture, another gentle flick landed upon her forehead. “Refrain from instructing your maids to procure it covertly, only to present it to me later.”

Yasenia’s pout intensified to such a degree that Andrea found herself unable to resist planting a kiss upon her lips. This affectionate gesture instantly brightened the dragoness’s mood, and she beamed. “Very well! Let us truly depart now!”

With a joyous leap, she ascended into the heavens, a brilliant blue luminescence engulfing the firmament. Her form underwent a spectacular transformation, reverting to her colossal dragon state, her immense wingspan casting a vast shadow over a significant portion of the Sect.

It was at this juncture that the Sect Master, who had harbored a lingering sense of resentment, felt all such negative emotions dissipate like wisps of smoke. “Good heavens… Is that… Yasenia?”

The majestic dragon suspended in the sky, adorned with the Sun and Moon upon her wings, appeared as if the very cosmos had coalesced into draconic form. All aboard mounted the colossal dragon’s back, and with a powerful beat of her giant wings, Yasenia tore through the fabric of space itself, soaring into the infinite void.

The very heavens of that world seemed to sigh in relief, their oppressive aura finally receding.

As Andrea gazed upon the familiar expanse of the cosmos unfolding before her, a brief wave of emotion washed over her before she regained her composure. “Whom shall we visit next? Will it be Angel or Cecile?”

Yasenia couldn’t help but erupt into laughter, feeling as though Andrea had perceived her inner thoughts with uncanny accuracy. Nevertheless, she clarified her intentions. “Cecile will be the final one, my dearest. I can maintain awareness of her general condition through our unique bond, ensuring her safety. As for who will be next…”, Yasenia’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Naturally, it will be my cherished Baby!”

Andrea responded with a chuckle. “Just as I presumed. Had it not been for our young son, I suspect Angel might have been your initial selection.”

Yasenia made no effort to conceal such matters from her companions, as they were all intimately familiar with her nature. Thus, she declared with evident pride. “Indeed! I haven't showered my Baby with enough pampering for such a long time!” She then voiced her deeper sentiments. “Furthermore, Baby has always been the one least inclined to be separated from me… I distinctly recall her distress when I was away for mere months or even years. I cannot bear to keep Baby separated from me for an extended duration!”

Upon hearing Yasenia’s declaration, Tatyana’s gaze shifted, imbued with a subtle depth. ‘I do wonder how this reunion will unfold?’

She possessed a certain level of insight into the circumstances of each of Yasenia’s partners. Consequently, she was also aware of the profound transformations Angel had undergone from her former self. In Tatyana’s estimation, these changes were not inherently negative, yet they were remarkably significant. ‘Still, I am curious whether Yasenia’s presence will facilitate the recovery of her previous disposition?’

Tatyana found herself anticipating the outcome of this impending reunion with considerable interest, mingled with a hint of apprehension.