[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 46

Darkness. Heat. A wet, silken pressure surrounding you on every side.

You barely had a chance to scream before the world closed in, sealing you and Mona inside her. Every inch of you was pressed against slick, trembling flesh, the walls pulsing rhythmically, flexing and squeezing with a power that felt alive. 

The air was humid, heavy with the mingled scents of rosewater and Ningguang’s own raw musk, filling your lungs with every ragged breath. You were jammed up inside her most private place, it almost felt like a kind of violation.

“Mona—” you choked, voice hoarse, barely audible above the low thrum that seemed to come from everywhere at once—the pounding of Ningguang’s heartbeat, the rumbling purr in her chest as she shifted, the subtle squelch of movement as her folds clenched reflexively around you both.

“I—can’t—breathe—” Mona gasped, her words breaking into a sob as she clung to you, her nails scraping helplessly against the slick walls. Any attempt to make space so she could at least use some magic wouldn’t work. 

The space was impossibly tight. Each ripple of Ningguang’s muscles kneaded you both closer, pushing you along slick grooves and into narrow hollows that seemed to close the deeper you went. Every motion you made, every frantic kick, every push of your hands against her walls, was answered by a tremor, a faint squeeze, a signal her body could definitely feel you.

And was most certainly enjoying you, even if she didn’t know yet what you were.

Above you, muffled but unmistakable, came the sound of her voice—low, languid, dazed with pleasure.

“Mmm…”

The walls flexed, rippling in a slow wave that dragged you several feet deeper. The friction burned, slick with her arousal yet unrelenting in its hold. You tried to brace yourself, but there was nowhere to anchor. Just endless, wet heat and the crushing pulse of muscle that seemed to know your every move.

“Mona—push—help me push!” you shouted, but every shove of your hands, every wriggle of your body only made Ningguang moan again—a sound so deep it rattled your bones.

Outside, her hips shifted in the bath. To her, it was nothing. An absent roll, a subtle grind against the marble lip. To you, it was an earthquake, a tidal wave of motion that sent you tumbling headfirst into the deepest part of her, slammed tight in the throbbing clutch of her core.

“She’s—she’s getting tighter—!” Mona cried, her voice breaking as she kicked wildly, her foot slipping against slick flesh. The movement made Ningguang jolt—a sharp inhale, followed by a low, indulgent chuckle muffled by layers of skin and muscle.

“Ahh…nn…” Ningguang gasped, not quite sure what it was she could feel, what it was that was suddenly making her so horny, but undoubtedly loving it. 

Panic clawed at your chest. Every desperate attempt to escape only heightened her arousal, each frantic movement rewarded with another ripple, another clench, another moan.

Trying to save yourselves was really only putting the pair of you in much more danger.

You tried to stay still, to calm yourself—but Mona thrashed beside you, sobbing, slipping lower. You caught her arm just as another squeeze dragged her downward, her face brushing against trembling folds that pulsed with every beat of Ningguang’s heart.

The walls grew hotter. Wetter. The slick heat thickened around you, each breath harder to draw than the last. A shuddering groan vibrated through the chamber, a sound of pure bliss, and you realized, horrified, that Ningguang was close.

If she climaxed, you might not survive it.

You dug your fingers into the yielding flesh, hauling Mona upward, both of you sobbing from effort and fear. 

But the more you fought, the more her body reacted—each movement wringing another low, indulgent moan from the giantess above. The walls around you rippled in waves, gripping you tighter, dragging you inexorably toward the trembling center of her pleasure.

Soon she would cum, and what little space was left in here besides the bathwater, would be filled with her pleasure…

Outside, Ningguang’s muffled moans grew louder, more desperate. The low hum that vibrated through her body sharpened into ragged breaths and soft cries, each one rattling the chamber around you.

“Mmm—ahh—AH…” Clearly, she was getting to the point you feared. All you could do was hold onto Mona, protect her however you could, and brace yourself.

The walls convulsed violently. A squeeze so powerful it crushed the breath from your lungs rolled through the space, forcing you and Mona together, forcing the air from your chest. The heat spiked, unbearable, suffocating.

Then came the release.

A sudden gush, an explosion of slick warmth, propelled you forward with irresistible force. One moment, you were crushed in the trembling core of Ningguang’s body; the next, you were hurled out into the open air, tumbling head over heels in a violent spray of bathwater and something thicker, hotter. The force sent you spinning, disoriented, petals and steam whirling around you in a haze.

You broke the surface, gasping, dragging Mona up with you. For a heartbeat, neither of you could do anything but float, coughing, lungs burning, bewildered.

Then there was sudden motion.

Through the veil of steam, her silhouette rose. Ningguang stood, magnificent and terrible, a living goliath framed in gold light and curling mist. Water sheeted off her towering form in gleaming rivulets, tracing the slopes of her thighs, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. Each drop fell like rain around you, tiny impacts that sent ripples through the water you struggled to stay afloat in.

You froze, hardly daring to breathe.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted in a satisfied sigh. She seemed lost in the afterglow, oblivious to the tiny forms bobbing unseen at her feet. The bathwater still swirled with the aftermath, rose petals sticking to her glistening skin, clinging to the pale curve of her hip as she stepped forward with unhurried grace.

The current surged again, threatening to sweep you under. In a panic, you lunged for the side of the tub, fingers scrabbling for purchase on slick marble. Mona followed suit, the two of you clinging desperately to the edge as Ningguang’s movement churned the waters around you.

You dared a glance upward. From this vantage, her scale was incomprehensible. Every curve, every breath magnified into something divine and terrible. She was a mountain, a goddess, towering in the mist, and you were nothing.

Steam billowed, curling around her like clouds around a peak. 

A true giantess.