Heaven, Earth, Me Chapter 1555. Milky Experience.

The tailoring contest unfurled beyond Yasenia and Evelyn's chamber, commencing without further ado. However, a pronouncement surfaced, leaving the majority in a state of bewildered consternation.

The announcer, his facade serenely composed yet his back slick with cold perspiration, declared, "It appears that due to unforeseen circumstances, the prizes have undergone an alteration at the eleventh hour. Fret not, for the revised rewards are as follows: First place will be bestowed with a transcendent-grade needle set of the highest caliber, alongside top-tier transcendent shears. Second place shall receive a piece of One-Star Supreme Ranked cloth coupled with a mid-grade transcendent tailoring manual..."

He proceeded to enumerate the individual accolades designated for the top five contenders.

Although the intrinsic worth of the prizes remained consistent, a significant number of participants registered their displeasure with furrowed brows. The abrupt shift in plans did not sit well with them. Furthermore, the initial grand prize had been the prerogative to select from a collection of One-Star Supreme Ranked needles. Even a solitary needle of such esteemed quality would serve as an invaluable asset during the intricate process of tailoring robust fabrics, in addition to functioning as a formidable concealed weapon.

That very prize had initially captured Evelyn's keen interest. After all, while she possessed the capability to contend for exquisite treasures, high-ranking tailoring artifacts were exceedingly rare within her current Heavenly Layer.

Only with the advent of an exceptionally skilled blacksmith, akin to Andrea, would Evelyn stand a chance of acquiring an entire needle set of Supreme Rank within this stratum.

From the exclusive VIP stands, one of the overseers scowled in deep contemplation. "What troubles you? Where has the Supreme Ranked needle vanished to?"

An individual positioned nearby scoffed, "They likely grew hesitant and devalued the prize. While the current offerings possess comparable worth, a Supreme Rank treasure undeniably represents the zenith of artifact quality."

Another spectator, his hand idly caressing a serving maid beside him, expressed dissatisfaction on a different account. "Never mind the trinkets. Pray tell, where has that peerless beauty absconded to?"

However, as these words escaped his lips, the middle-aged man flanking him shot him a menacing glare. "Cease your inappropriate musings. Do you genuinely believe a woman of such exquisite allure could navigate these environs with such impunity did she not possess formidable strength? Do you presume yourself the first to covet her? I assure you, that woman has likely dispatched countless individuals akin to you.Therefore, rein in your base desires."

The young man's hand faltered mid-gesture, his countenance contorting into a frown. "Father."

"Do not address me as 'Father' in this instance. You are solely responsible for your actions. Even should she decapitate you, I shall not imperil our entire lineage due to your inability to control your carnal impulses."

The younger man cast a resentful glance at his father before emitting a dismissive snort. "Whatever." He then proceeded to pull the maid away. Yet, before he could advance another step, a blur of white materialized beside him, accompanied by a fleeting glint of sword energy.

The man's pupils contracted violently as he beheld the spectral swordswoman who had seemingly materialized from thin air. "His pronouncements were excessively offensive."

With that, she vanished, and a mere second later, the man disintegrated into ash. He had been severed with such absolute precision that his corporeal form had dispersed like fine dust carried upon the wind, utterly devoid of the semblance of a natural demise.

The father's facial veins throbbed with incandescent rage, for this individual was his most promising descendant. However, he bit his tongue, suppressing any outward reaction, and promptly departed.

Concurrently, several other young masters who had similarly harbored desires for Yasenia felt an unnerving chill pervade their bodies. They had not anticipated such audacious impunity from the opposing faction. While their egos were undeniably inflated, they were far from foolish enough to believe that the other party would hesitate to inflict upon them the same fate that befell the young man.

Thus, the competition progressed at a languid pace. The art of tailoring, it transpired, was a discipline that could be executed with either remarkable celerity or protracted deliberation. Its mastery extended far beyond the mere intertwining of threads, delving into a profound domain that bore a striking resemblance to the intricate principles of spell formations.

During the weaving of fabric, the specific sequence in which threads were interlaced, the choice of materials and implements employed, and even the very manner in which Qi was channeled throughout the creation process could exert a significant influence upon the ultimate quality of the resultant artifact.

The complexity of the nuances and the meticulousness of the procedures involved were staggeringly profound, thereby elucidating the profound scarcity of high-ranking enchanted robes.

Approximately one full day later, as the initial rounds of elimination had concluded, Evelyn stirred from her slumber, nestled within Yasenia's embrace.

Their physical proximity remained unaltered, Yasenia having diligently maintained Evelyn's safety and comfort throughout the duration, holding her tenderly between her thighs and body.

Upon opening her eyes, Evelyn's gaze fell upon a snow-white neck and raven tresses akin to satin, obscuring her field of vision. She blinked slowly, her consciousness rapidly replaying the preceding events, causing a blush of shy delight to bloom across her face.

Gently extricating herself from their intimate, unclad embrace, she tilted her head upwards to meet Yasenia's gaze, her eyes conveying a look of profound tenderness. She observed Yasenia regarding her with an equally gentle expression. "Good morning, my dearest."

Evelyn responded with a nod, followed by a soft cough. Glancing downwards, a characteristic mischievous grin spread across her lips. "Who would have ever imagined that my wife's bosom could achieve such resplendent form! They stand perfectly uplifted, possessing an unparalleled softness. Then, observe those delicate veins tracing the upper curves... *slurp*."

What began as a playful gesture for Evelyn turned into a moment of intense fascination as she gazed upon Yasenia’s ample bosom, her own mouth watering. Yasenia’s brow lifted subtly, her eyes then gleaming with a mischievous spark. With a slight shift of her body, she 'accidentally' brushed her arm against Evelyn’s chest.

The ensuing undulation across Yasenia’s form left Evelyn in a state of mesmerization, but it was what followed that truly stunned her. From the very tips of Yasenia’s rosy peaks, a pearlescent white liquid began to emerge, lingering for a moment before tracing a path down the alluring curves like glistening tears.

"Gulp."

The distinct sound of gulping saliva echoed, jolting Evelyn. A blush crept back onto her face as the noise registered. Yasenia, glancing down with a hint of alluring playfulness, broke into a wide smile. "Curious to see if the taste has changed?"

Evelyn desperately wanted to agree, but just as Yasenia’s teasing was about to fully captivate her, the memory of the tailoring competition surfaced. "Ah! The competition!"

Evelyn’s violet eyes snapped open, revealing a flicker of regret. Yet, as she met Yasenia’s gaze, the regret began to fade. 'It doesn't matter. What could possibly be more important than spending time with Yasenia after so long?'

Their dragoness perceived the shift in Evelyn’s emotions and let out a soft laugh. "Silly girl. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Evelyn’s gaze involuntarily drifted downwards to the two delicate pink buds. "Figure... Can I figure it out?"

Yasenia immediately understood the reason for Evelyn’s confusion. Her beauty had overwhelmed Evelyn’s thoughts! Caught between amusement and concern, Yasenia shook her head, deciding to indulge Evelyn’s desires.

'Honestly, I have far more precious treasures than that needle she seeks, which I'll give her later. For now... I'll let her fall under my enchanting spell once more.'

With that, Yasenia brought her hands to her breasts, gently pressing them together until the nipples met, causing more milk to flow. A low chuckle escaped her lips. "Go ahead, then~."

The sight was enough to stir even the most dormant desires into a fervent yearning.

For the next hour, Evelyn clung to Yasenia’s waist, utterly devoted, her mind reduced to the singular thought of being Yasenia’s devoted milk-squeezing companion.

Meanwhile, Tatyana, Angel, and Andrea waited patiently outside the room. Andrea’s face lit up with a smile. "To think Evelyn has become so formidable. I'm truly happy for her."

Tatyana responded with a gentle smile. "She has faced her fair share of trials. While perhaps not as unrestrained as Angel, she has certainly been courageous."

Angel pouted slightly. "I am not unrestrained."

Tatyana chuckled as the doors creaked open. Glancing over, they saw Yasenia emerging from the room, carrying Evelyn in a tender princess embrace. Evelyn was nestled against Yasenia, her eyes glistening, and an expression of profound dependence on her face.

A collective hush fell over the onlookers as they observed Evelyn. 'What in the world happened? How did Yasenia transform her like this in mere hours? Her expression is far too... intimate!'

Yasenia settled into a nearby chair, cradling Evelyn in her arms, and addressed the others with a serene smile. "How is the competition progressing? Has anything significant occurred?"

Eira emerged from the background, offering a slight bow as she began to speak. "Young Miss, regarding the family situation..."

She recounted the events, explaining her decisive action to warn the others by punishing one. Yasenia listened with a soft hum, picking up a cup of milk tea and bringing it to Evelyn’s lips. "Hm... And why did you choose to spare the father?"

Eira paused, her eyes meeting Yasenia's. "The father spoke commendably, offering counsel to his son. Therefore, I allowed him to live."

Yasenia turned back, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The fact that the young man harbored such intentions and brazenly acted upon them with the maid before everyone indicates they are hardly a suitable match."

Eira considered this, then nodded. "Since the Father didn’t speak ill of you, Young Miss, I felt it appropriate to spare him. Rest assured, I will address him accordingly next time."

Yasenia blinked at Eira’s response. "Is that truly why you spared him?"

Eira tilted her head, her expression one of genuine inquiry. "What other reason could there be?"

Within her white irises, almost indistinguishable from the sclera, only Yasenia’s reflection could be seen. Feeling a surge of affection, the dragoness began to gently pat Eira with her tail, causing Eira to squint and a small, pleased smile to spread across her face.

Evelyn, her mind slowly rebooting, looked around and spoke with a trace of embarrassment. "Um... Hello, Andrea, Angel."

Andrea laughed heartily. "What am I seeing? Evelyn, looking bashful? This is a remarkably refreshing sight."

Angel let out a light chuckle. "You looked rather lovely being carried around with that expression."

Evelyn’s eyebrow twitched in response. "I’d love to see what expressions you two would have if you experienced what I did." Her lips curved into a subtly malicious smile before she turned her gaze back to Yasenia, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yasenia, you simply must do that to them as well. I'm absolutely certain they would adore it."

Yasenia painted a picture of herself doing just that with Angel and Andrea, her eyes instantly brightening. Observing this change, Angel and Andrea exchanged stunned glances as they looked toward Evelyn. They understood escape was no longer an option. Evelyn arched an eyebrow back at them in response.

At the same time, Tatyana readily agreed. "Wonderful. I too wish to experience that."

The other three turned their attention to her. Andrea let out a sigh. "Somehow, I feel you've become even more brazen than before."

Evelyn murmured to herself, "It appears I must accelerate my efforts. If I don't, I risk being left far behind."

Angel simply offered a smile, shaking her head.

"Alright, my dears," Evelyn announced,