[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 5

Mona returned to the library with hurried steps, feeling bad for having made you wait, as she pushed open the heavy doors. Her gaze scanned the room, landing on Lisa lounging casually in her chair. The librarian’s smile was as radiant and mischievous as ever, her relaxed posture belying the situation at hand. Your heart sank as you saw Mona’s brow furrow, her eyes narrowing as they noticed Lisa’s fingers brushing lightly against her chest, her voice cooing something soft and teasing.

“Lisa,” Mona called sharply, her tone uncharacteristically stern as she approached the table. “What are you—”

Her words faltered as her eyes darted downward, locking onto you nestled between Lisa’s ample cleavage. Your tiny body was trapped within the soft, pressing warmth of her chest, and Mona’s face flushed with a mixture of shock and indignation. She extended a hand toward Lisa immediately.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice rising slightly as she reached out and plucked you from Lisa’s grasp, your body popping out from between the tight cleavage. Her fingers, though firm, were far gentler than Lisa’s, carefully cradling you as she held you close to her chest protectively.

Lisa’s smile didn’t waver, her emerald eyes gleaming with playful defiance. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Mona,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed charm. “I was just having a bit of fun. They were perfectly safe. Look—” She gestured toward you, still held securely in Mona’s hands. “Not a scratch on them.”

“That’s not the point!” Mona retorted, her voice cracking slightly under the weight of her emotions. She cupped you gently in her hands, bringing you closer to her face as if to reassure herself you were unharmed. “You can’t treat them like that! They’re not a toy, Lisa. They’re the Traveler!”

Lisa chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair with a shrug. “Relax, darling. If anything, I think they enjoyed the attention. Didn’t you, little one?” She winked in your direction, her teasing smile as disarming as it was unsettling.

Mona’s flush deepened as she clutched you closer, shaking her head firmly. “That’s enough, Lisa. This is serious. I’ll handle things from here.”

Without waiting for a response, Mona turned on her heel and left the library, her steps hurried and purposeful. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of frustration and guilt swirling within her as she cradled you protectively. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured softly, her voice trembling with sincerity. “I never should have left you alone with her. I’ll make this right.”

…

She took you to Angel’s Share, swinging by on her way home so she could take out some food for the two of you. Mona kept you hidden beneath her wide-brimmed hat the entire time, the soft fabric providing a cozy shelter as she ordered a meal. She was quick about it, just in case.

Back at her lab, Mona carefully prepared a small portion of the meal for you, her meticulous hands creating a miniature setup with utensils she had fashioned herself. She placed the meal before you on the worktable, her violet eyes soft with concern as she knelt beside you.

“Here,” she said gently. “I hope this makes up for what happened. You deserve to be treated better than that… and I’ll make sure you are.”

You hesitated, guilt weighing heavily on your mind as you looked up at her towering figure. Gathering your courage, you finally spoke, your voice quiet but steady. “Mona… I need to tell you something. Last night, I… I saw you in your room. When you were…”

Mona froze, her eyes widening in surprise as a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Her fingers twitched slightly as she straightened, her lips parting as if to speak but failing to form words. 

“I… I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, your voice filled with remorse. “I was trying to find you so you could help close the window for me, but then… I couldn’t look away.”

Mona’s blush deepened as she glanced away, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. “You… you saw that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She bit her lip, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and something softer, more vulnerable. For a long moment, she didn’t speak, her thoughts clearly racing.

Finally, she turned back to you, her cheeks still flushed but her gaze steady. “Well… I suppose I can’t blame you,” she said softly, a small, nervous smile tugging at her lips. “You were in a… unique situation.”

She hesitated, her fingers brushing lightly against her collarbone as she seemed to gather her thoughts. Then, with a deep breath, she leaned closer, her violet eyes locking onto you with a mixture of curiosity and determination. “If you… if you want… we could… do something. Together.”

Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, as she began to unfasten her cloak, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to reveal more of her pale, delicate skin. The edges of her lingerie came into view, a deep midnight purple, lacy and flattering.

Her gaze never left you, her blush deepening as she exposed herself fully. “I… I like you,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “And I want you to feel safe. But… if you want something more, I’m willing.”

The words hung in the air, her vulnerability and sincerity laid bare as she waited for your response.

Mona's words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Her cheeks remained flushed, and she bit her lower lip as she waited for your response, her hands fidgeting slightly against her lap.

You hesitated, your mind racing. The sincerity in her voice, the subtle tremble of her hands—it was clear this wasn’t easy for her to say. Yet there was a quiet warmth in her gaze, a mixture of nervousness and desire that made you feel… safe. After everything you’d endured today, from Lisa’s teasing to the overwhelming vulnerability of your size, Mona’s words felt like an anchor, a promise of trust and connection.

You took a deep breath, meeting her gaze as you nodded. “I… I trust you.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as her breath caught in her throat. Relief and excitement flickered across her face, and she smiled softly, her cheeks deepening into a rosy hue. “You do?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. When you nodded again, her hands moved slowly, hesitantly, to the clasps of her cloak.

She slipped the garment off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her with a soft rustle. The fabric of her dress shimmered faintly in the lamplight, hugging her form snugly. Her fingers moved next to the clasp of her bra, the small metal piece gleaming as she unfastened it with practiced ease. Her breaths were steady but shallow, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that betrayed her nervous excitement.

As the clasp came undone, she hesitated for just a moment, glancing down at you as if silently asking for reassurance. Then, with a deep breath, she slid the straps off her shoulders, the fabric slipping away to reveal herself entirely. Her bare skin glowed softly in the warm light, the curve of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. They were full and delicate, their pale skin flawless save for the faint flush that mirrored the color of her cheeks.

Her breasts were full and rounded, their weight apparent in the way they shifted slightly with her movements, the subtle sway accentuating their natural shape. The soft, plush skin caught the lamplight, a faint sheen of warmth and moisture making them radiant. The texture of her skin was flawless, unbroken save for the faint blush that spread across her chest and shoulders, a mirror to the pink flush in her cheeks.

Her nipples, a delicate rosy hue, stood out prominently against the paleness of her skin. They were perfectly centered, their texture more defined from your diminutive perspective. The surrounding areolae were smooth, blending seamlessly into the soft curves of her breasts, the color deepening slightly as her body reacted to the intimacy of the moment.

And all you could think as you looked at her was…how would it feel? You were about to find out…
“Touch me…if you want to…” she breathed.