[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 15

Mona had been preparing for the long journey to Liyue all evening, gathering supplies, mapping out potential routes, and ensuring she had enough mora to get by on the way. But despite her careful planning, a lingering tension weighed heavy in the air.

You could feel it in the way she moved, her fingers tightening slightly around you when she adjusted your position, the way her brows furrowed every time she muttered to herself about the logistics. She wanted this to work. She needed it to work. But there was no guarantee the alchemical cure in Liyue would actually reverse the spell.

The two of you could end up going all that way…for nothing.
That was what led to your hesitation.

“…Mona,” you said softly, breaking the silence between you.
She glanced down, her violet eyes weary but attentive. “What?”

You shifted slightly in her grip, still held snugly against the soft warmth of her chest, as she hurriedly packed. By now you’d gotten used to being nice and snug between her breasts, feeling almost like it was where you belonged at this point.
“Maybe we should…at least hear Lisa out.”

Her expression darkened immediately. “Absolutely not.”

You sighed. “Mona, listen. I know you don’t trust her, but what if she is telling the truth? If you’re there with me, she can’t try anything. And if it works, we won’t have to make this long journey.”

Mona stiffened. “You seriously want to rely on her?” Her voice had a sharp edge to it, her irritation bubbling to the surface. “After everything she’s done?”

You met her gaze evenly. “I don’t want to, but I think we should try. If there’s even a small chance she knows what she’s doing, isn’t it worth it?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned away, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

You could tell she was fighting with herself. Her logic should be agreeing with you—Lisa was incredibly intelligent, and her magical prowess wasn’t something to scoff at. But Mona’s gut told her it was a bad idea, and unlike in her studies, instinct wasn’t something she could simply dismiss with calculations and formulas.

Weren’t you worried? After last time? How could you be the one suggesting this…

Finally, she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. “Fine,” she muttered, her voice heavy with reluctance. “But I swear to the stars above, if she tries anything, I’m putting a stop to it.”

You nodded, sensing that this was the best compromise you were going to get. “That’s fair.”

Mona grumbled something under her breath, then adjusted her hat before stepping out into the cool Mondstadt evening, carrying you with her.

…

Lisa’s home and workplace was nestled within the Knights of Favonius headquarters—a secluded section of the Grand Library, tucked away from the bustle of the city.

The massive wooden doors were adorned with intricate carvings, and the warm glow of candlelight flickered through the arched windows. Unlike the rest of the headquarters, which had the crisp, structured atmosphere of discipline and order, Lisa’s domain had a distinctly…languid feel. The scent of old parchment mingled with the faint floral undertones of her perfume and potpourri, and the air carried an almost hypnotic warmth, as though the walls themselves radiated a sleepy, inviting energy.

Mona tensed the moment they stepped inside, gripping you just a little tighter.
“She lives here?” you murmured.
“More or less,” Mona muttered. “She has a private study deeper inside where she… lounges around when she isn’t working. A place filled with all sorts of magical nonsense.”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice purred through the air.

“My, my. I was hoping you’d come back, but I never imagined it would be so soon.”
Lisa stood near the large wooden desk at the center of the library, flipping idly through a book with a soft, knowing smile. Her emerald eyes flicked up from the pages, locking onto you with thinly veiled amusement.

Mona scowled. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Lisa chuckled, closing the book with a soft thud. “Oh, Mona, dear, I think you already do.”

Mona’s grip on you tightened, but she didn’t respond.

Lisa stepped around the desk, the soft click of her heels echoing through the otherwise quiet space. She moved with that same slow, unhurried grace, like a cat toying with its prey.

Her gaze dropped to where Mona was cradling you close against her chest, and her smile turned sly. “Oh, how sweet. You’re keeping them so close. Are you afraid I might just snatch them away again?”

Mona glared, her patience already wearing thin. “You know why we’re here. Either prove you have a way to fix this, or we’re leaving.”

Lisa tilted her head, her fingers tapping thoughtfully against her chin. “So impatient. But I suppose that’s fair. You did come all this way, after all.”

She turned on her heel, sauntering toward the deeper sections of the library. “Follow me, darlings. Let’s see if we can’t put my little discovery to the test.”

Mona hesitated for half a second before following, her steps slower, more cautious. You could feel the tension in her body, the way her heartbeat was just slightly quicker than before.

You weren’t sure if it was out of anger…
…or fear.

The dim glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated Lisa’s private study as she led you and Mona deeper inside. Here, the walls were lined with towering bookshelves, stuffed to the brim with ancient tomes, scrolls, and magical artifacts that hummed faintly with latent power. Incense burned somewhere in the room, the scent of lavender and something darker filling the air.

Mona’s grip on you was iron-tight. Every step she took was measured, her violet eyes scanning every inch of Lisa’s domain with open distrust. She had a horrible feeling.

“Alright, Lisa,” she muttered, standing stiffly in the center of the room. “We’re here. Show us this supposed ‘cure’ of yours.”
Lisa turned, her lips curling in amusement. “Oh, Mona, dear,” she cooed, stepping closer, “you really don’t trust me, do you?”

Mona scoffed. “What gave it away?”

Lisa let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Such hostility. But don’t worry, my dear. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything… untrustworthy.”

And before Mona could react, Lisa raised a single hand—

A crackling bolt of violet energy surged from her fingertips. Mona’s body seized up instantly. Her muscles locked in place, her arms stiffening as the magic washed over her, sinking deep into her skin like chains tightening around her very nerves.

Her mouth opened to curse, to fight, but nothing came out. Her limbs wouldn’t move.

She was completely, utterly paralyzed.

Her violet eyes widened in horror, and you barely had a second to process what had just happened before Lisa’s slender fingers were on you.

“No!” Mona’s voice finally broke free in a strangled gasp, her entire body trembling as she fought against the spell’s hold. But she could do nothing as Lisa pried you from her hold with ease, her gloved fingers wrapping around your tiny form and lifting you away.

Lisa turned back to Mona, her smirk deepening.

“Oh, poor Mona,” she sighed in mock sympathy, holding you up between her fingers as if admiring a delicate trinket. “You try so hard to keep them safe, and yet…look at you now. Absolutely helpless.”

Mona let out a choked noise, her body trembling as she strained against the invisible binds holding her in place. But Lisa’s magic was strong, locking her in place like a statue.

Lisa shifted her attention back to you, her green eyes twinkling with something dangerous. She turned you over in her grip, running a finger lightly down your back, feeling every inch of your tiny form.

“My, my,” she purred. “You really are as small and delicate as I remember...”
You squirmed in her grasp, thrashing against her fingers. “Lisa, let me go!”
“Oh, sweetheart, why would I do that?” she cooed, bringing you closer to her face. “I finally have you all to myself again~”

Mona sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes wild with fury. “Lisa, STOP this!”

Lisa turned her gaze back to Mona, her expression playful but taunting. “Now, now. No need to be so angry, dear. You’re always so serious, so rigid. You act like you have control over everything… But not right now, hmm?”

She giggled softly, twirling you between her fingers with unnerving ease. “I must admit, when I first saw them like this, I thought about simply keeping them. Snatching them right out of your hands and never letting go. I certainly gave it a try…”

Mona’s jaw clenched, her body visibly shaking with rage.
Lisa leaned in, lowering her voice into a sultry whisper. “And maybe, just maybe…I’ll try again.”
You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

Mona’s eyes blazed.

Lisa smirked, bringing you closer to her lips, her breath warm as it ghosted over your skin. “Such a rare opportunity,” she mused. “How often does one get to hold something so precious? So tiny?”

Her lips parted slightly, the faintest hint of a playful smirk curling at the edges.
Mona let out a strangled, helpless sound. “Lisa, enough!”
Lisa hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, darling. You’re not really in a position to be making demands.”

She let out another soft chuckle, her fingers adjusting their grip, ensuring you couldn’t escape. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered you toward the swell of her chest.

You barely had time to react before you were pressed right between the plush softness of her cleavage.

The warmth was suffocating. The soft fabric of her dress molded around you, the scent of perfume and faint sweat filling your lungs as you were trapped against her. 

Lisa let out a pleased sigh. “Mmm~… you fit so nicely there.”

Mona let out a strangled noise, her eyes blazing with helpless fury. She had come to care for you too much. Even if you had been normal-sized, the sight of you so close to another woman like that would have driven her just as mad.

Lisa reached down, pressing you further against her chest with a single finger, rolling you slightly between the valley of her breasts as if testing how snugly you could fit.

“So warm,” Lisa mused. “And so small…”

Your breath hitched, struggling against the overwhelming sensation, but Lisa simply chuckled at your efforts.

Mona snarled.
“You witch!”
Lisa arched a brow. “Now, now, Mona. That’s not very polite. Aren’t you just the same as I?”

Seeing the way Mona’s expression wavered uncertainly, suddenly, Lisa smirked at her, tilting her head teasingly.
“I bet you’ve wished to do the same. You were just trying to pretend otherwise.”
“Th-that’s not true!” Mona flushed, “I would never-!”

She adjusted you slightly, letting out a contented hum. “Well, regardless…I think I rather like them…so perhaps I should keep them forever after all~”

Mona’s eyes widened with sheer, unfiltered panic. “Lisa—don’t you dare.”

Lisa simply smirked.

“Oh, Mona, darling…” she purred, petting your tiny head with the tip of her finger.

“…It’s not your choice anymore.”