[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 54

Before you knew it, you were involved.

You could feel her breath before you felt her lips.

Warm. Deliberate. Slow.

Ningguang cradled your body in both hands now, your limbs limp from the heat radiating off her chest, the faint pulse beneath her skin matching the rhythm rising inside you. Her fingers moved with ritualistic care, tracing the edge of your back, the curve of your thigh, each touch featherlight yet deeply anchoring, claiming.

Her lips parted, and she kissed your abdomen.

Not rushed. Not rough.

A reverent press of warmth and softness that stole your breath. Your spine arched in her palms. The friction of her skin—slightly damp from sweat and silk—met your own flushed heat, and you realized you were shaking.

“That’s it…” she murmured, voice low and honeyed. “I can feel it. You’re letting go.”

You hadn’t even realized you were clenching until her words unlocked something in you. Your fingers relaxed against her collarbone. The tension in your shoulders gave way. You didn’t know when fear had left—but it had. Replaced by something stranger.

Want.

Need.

Wonder.

She brought you closer again, brushing her nose against your side with the intimacy of a lover, and then pressed another kiss to your chest—just above your heart. Her eyes stayed half-lidded, watching you as her breath tickled against your neck.

“You want to be touched,” she whispered. “You crave it the way stars crave gravity. I know.”

She kissed your cheek next. Then your shoulder. Then—slowly—dragged the flat of her tongue up the center of your chest, tasting your skin in one long, languid sweep.

You gasped aloud.

The sensation was overwhelming—wet, silken, warm. Her tongue was velvet and fire and worship all at once. The texture of it ignited every nerve in your body, dragging across your sternum, curling beneath your chin, teasing at your jaw before retreating.

She smiled when she heard your moan.

“Good,” she murmured, voice like silk over steel. “Feel it. Let me have that part of you too.”

Her fingers curled behind you like a throne, supporting you, lifting you gently toward her lips again. This time, she kissed you with greater pressure, her mouth parting slightly, drawing you halfway inside. Not to devour. Not yet.

Just to hold.

Your legs were slick against her lower lip. You felt her tongue roll beneath you, slow and steady, warming your thighs with every pass. Her breath came faster now, the hand between her legs moving rhythmically beneath the silk folds of her robe. Every time you gasped, every time you squirmed, she grew more eager—more wild beneath the surface.

“You’re mine now,” she breathed against your soaked skin. “Both of you.”

Your head fell back as her lips suckled softly at your hip, the heat of her tongue sliding upward again to your chest. You cried out as your nipple brushed the edge of her teeth—playfully, dangerously. She growled softly, the vibration traveling through her lips and into your core.

Behind you, you could hear Mona shifting—her breath catching.

You turned, dazed, to find her perched on the curve of Ningguang’s shoulder, one hand gripping a loose strand of silver hair, her body trembling. Her cheeks were crimson, her lips parted in silent shock.

Not jealousy.

Not hesitation.

Longing.

Your gazes met.

And in that moment, something unspoken passed between you. Shared helplessness. Shared heat.

Shared surrender.

Then Mona moved—crawling back down Ningguang’s body, sliding slowly toward the swell of her breast, pressing her tiny lips reverently against the curve just below her collarbone. Ningguang shuddered.

“Yes…” she breathed. “That’s it. You’re both mine. My stars. My darlings. My little treasures.”

She shifted onto her back now, fully relaxing, letting her robe fall open completely. Her body gleamed in the lanternlight, legs spread lazily, her fingers slick and shining from her arousal.

She held you both now—one in each hand. Mona resting in her left, you in her right.

And she looked between you like a goddess surveying her offerings.

“I wonder…” she said, her voice heavier now, hungry and near trembling. “Will one of you make me come first? Or should I finish while tasting you both?”

She laughed, soft and low, a sound that wrapped around your body like silk.

“Either way,” she whispered, “I’m going to feel everything.”

And she began to lower you both.

Down past the soft weight of her breasts.

Down over the curve of her stomach.

Down into the fevered heat waiting between her thighs.

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