Chapter 1555. Milky Experience.

Outside Yasenia’s and Evelyn’s room, the tailoring competition began without any more delays. However, there was an announcement that made most people frown in incomprehension.

The announcer, maintaining a calm smile but his back soaking in cold sweat, spoke. "It seems that due to a problem, the prizes have been changed at the last moment. Do not worry, though, the prices are now as follows: First place gets a top-tier Transcendence Ranked needle set and top-tier Transcendence Ranked shears. The second place gets one One Star Supreme Ranked cloth and a Mid Ranked Transcendence tailoring manual..."

He went on to announce the individual prize for the top five.

While the quality of prizes had not changed, many of those participating frowned deeply. They didn’t like to have things changed too quickly. Moreover, the previous first place prize was to choose among a set of One Star Supreme-ranked needles. While it was not a set, a single needle of that quality would be both an incredible help while tailoring some sturdier fabrics and a lethal hidden weapon.

That prize was what attracted Evelyn’s attention. After all, while she was able to fight for treasures, high-ranked tailoring treasures were rare to find in her current Heavenly Layer.

Only if a talented blacksmith like Andrea would appear would Evelyn have a chance to get a whole needle set at the Supreme Rank in this layer.

In the VIP stands, one of the organizers frowned deeply. "What’s wrong? Where did the Supreme Ranked needle go?"

Someone at the side snorted. "Most likely, they became reluctant and changed the price. While the value of what they are offering is similar, a Supreme Rank treasure is, after all, a peak-rank treasure."

Another person was unsatisfied for another reason while groping a maid by his side. "Forget the treasure. Where did that top-notch beauty go?"

However, as he spoke, the middle-aged man beside him glared at him. "Do not get strange ideas. Do you think a woman of that beauty can walk around so freely without having strength? Do you think you are the first one to take a fancy for her? I am sure that woman has killed hundreds like you, so control your urges."

The young man’s hand paused, his face gaining a frown. "Father."

"Don’t father me. This time, you are on your own. Even if she slices your head off, I won’t drag our entire family down because you couldn’t control your lust."

The young man glared at his father and then snorted. "Whatever." Then, he dragged that maid of his away. However, before he could take another step, a white shadow appeared by his side, together with a flash of sword light.

The man’s pupils shrank as he looked at the white swordswoman who just appeared out of nowhere. "His words were too unpleasant."

Then, she left, and a second later, the man turned to ash. He had been cut so thoroughly that his body scattered like dust into the wind instead of acting like a proper corpse.

The father’s veins bulged in anger, as this man was his most talented descendant. However, he bit his tongue and didn’t say anything else. Instead, he stood up and left.

Meanwhile, a few other young masters who had also been eyeing Yasenia felt their bodies chill. They had not expected the other side to be so fearless. While they each had inflated egos, they were not stupid enough to think that the other side wouldn’t dare do to them what they did to that young man.

Thus, the competition proceeded slowly. Tailoring was a task that could be completed quickly or slowly. The art went far beyond intertwining threads, delving deeply into a realm akin to formations.

While weaving a cloth, the order of threads, the materials and tools used, and even how energy was distributed during creation could affect the final treasure.

The details and steps were incredibly profound, which explained the scarcity of high rank robes.

It was around one day later, when the first few elimination rounds were complete, that Evelyn stirred awake in Yasenia’s arms.

Their position had not changed in the slightest, as Yasenia had kept Evelyn safe and sound in her arms while lovingly hugging her between her thighs and body.

When Evelyn opened her eyes, she saw a snowy white neck and satin-like black hair covering her vision. She slowly blinked, her mind quickly recalling what had happened, and a shy blush of happiness quickly covered her face.

She slowly separated her face and body from the intimate naked embrace, and she looked up at Yasenia with a tender look. She saw Yasenia looking at her with a soft look. "Good morning, Dear."

Evelyn nodded, and then she coughed once. Looking down, she grinned and smiled with her usual mischievous look. "Who would’ve known that my wife’s tits could become so beautiful! They look perfectly upright, with unequal softness. Then, those faint veins at the top... slurp."

Evelyn had started with the intent to tease, but as she looked at those two glorious peaks, her mouth began salivating. Yasenia’s eyebrow raised very gently, and then her eyes flashed with mischief. She "accidentally" bumped her arm against her breast as she shifted her position a little.

The ripples that went from side to side almost hypnotized Evelyn, while what happened next froze her brain stupid. At the top of Yasenia’s pink and gorgeous tips, a pearly white milky substance appeared, hanging at the tips for a bit before it slid down like white tears along the prominent curve.

"Gulp."

The loud and audible sound of swallowing her saliva startled Evelyn, whose face went red once more when she heard herself. Yasenia, looking down with a touch of seductiveness, smiled widely. "Want to see if the flavor changed?"

Evelyn wanted to nod very badly, but just as she was about to be enraptured by Yasenia’s seductive teasing, her mind flashed with the memory of the tailoring competition. "Ah! The competition!"

Evelyn opened her violet eyes, showing a hint of regret right away. However, looking at Yasenia, that regret was quickly soothed. ’Whatever, whatever. What could be more important than spending time with Yasenia after so long?

Our dragoness saw Evelyn’s emotional changes and laughed. "Silly girl. Have you still not linked the dots?"

Evelyn’s eyes uncontrollably looked down at the two pink dots. "Link... Can I link them?"

Our dragoness instantly understood why Evelyn’s mind had been unable to link the dots. She had been fried by her beauty! Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Yasenia decided to shake her head and help Evelyn fulfill her desires.

’Whatever, I have better treasures than the needle she wanted, so I will give them to her later. For now... Let’s make her fall to my beauty once more.’

So, Yasenia used her hands to press her breasts inward, moving them until the nipples touched together as they leaked breastmilk. She chuckled lowly. "Go ahead, then~."

That sight was enough to awaken the dead from slumber and howl in desire.

For the following hour, Evelyn soaked Yasenia’s waist as she was treated like a baby, her brain unable to formulate thoughts other than becoming Yasenia’s milk squeezer.

Tatyana, Angel, and Andrea waited in the room outside for a bit. Andrea smiled. "To think that Evelyn has become that strong. I am happy for her."

Tatyana smiled. "She has gone through quite a few challenges as well. While she has not been as wild as Angel, she has been fearless."

Angel pouted. "I am not wild."

Tatyana laughed when the doors opened. Looking over, they noticed Yasenia leaving the room carrying Evelyn in a princess carry. Evelyn was clinging to Yasenia with moist eyes and an utterly dependent expression.

Everyone looked at Evelyn and gulped. ’What happened? How did Yasenia turn her into that in just a day? Her expression is too... indecent!’

Sitting on a free chair, Yasenia nestled Evelyn in her arms and looked at the rest with a smile. "How is the competition going? Has something happened?"

Eira stepped from behind, bowing a little as she spoke. "Young Miss, this family..."

She explained what happened, saying how she acted to warn the monkeys by killing the chicken. Yasenia listened and hummed, picking a milk tea cup and bringing it to Evelyn’s lips. "Hm... Why did you spare the father?"

Eira blinked. "The father spoke well, warning his son. Therefore, I spared him."

Yasenia looked back with a half-smile. "The fact that the young man could have those thoughts and also fondled that maid in front of everyone without a hint of concern shows that they are not a good pair."

Eira paused and nodded. "Since the Father didn’t speak ill of Young Miss, I thought of sparing him. Next time, I’ll deal with him as well."

Yasenia blinked at that answer. "That’s why you spared him?"

Eira tilted her head. "Why else?"

In her white irises, barely discernible from the sclera, there was only Yasenia. Feeling happy, the dragoness moved her tail and began patting Eira, who quickly squinted as a loose smile spread on her lips.

Evelyn, looking around after her brain rebooted, spoke with a touch of embarrassment. "Um... Hello, Andrea, Angel."

Andrea laughed. "What am I seeing? Evelyn, embarrassed? Such a refreshing look."

Angel chuckled lightly. "You looked quite nice being carried with that expression."

Evelyn’s eyebrow twitched. "I want to see what expression you two would have if you experienced what I did." Her lips arched with maliciousness before she looked at Yasenia with doe eyes. "Yasenia, you should do that to them as well. I am sure they will like it."

Yasenia imagined herself doing that with Angel and Andrea, and her eyes lit up instantly. Seeing that expression, Angel and Andrea looked at Evelyn, stunned. They knew that they could not escape. Evelyn raised her eyebrow back at them.

Meanwhile, Tatyana nodded. "Great. I also want to experience that."

The other three looked over. Andrea sighed. "Somehow, I feel as if you’ve become more shameless than before."

Evelyn muttered. "It seems I’ll need to step up. Otherwise, I’ll be left far behind."

Angel just smiled and shook her head.

"Alright, dears. Let’s talk about what we need to do next."

Feeling her gaze, Evelyn looked at Yasenia and then heard her ask: "So, who bothered you during these years? Is there someone you want gone? If you don’t like a continent, don’t hold back from saying it."

Evelyn’s jaw slackened. "Are you a bandit?"

Yasenia answered seriously. "No. I am a wife avenger."

Evelyn rolled her eyes to the sky. Then, she began thinking. ’Is there someone like that... Oh. It seems there is.’