[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 49

Your limbs still trembled from the ordeal. But at least you made it.

The bathwater had long cooled, its once-steamy surface now a glassy mirror reflecting the distant shimmer of golden lanternlight. Everything around you felt wrong-sized—wrong-world. Polished marble stretched endlessly in all directions, porcelain towers gleamed like monoliths. You’d managed to make it up onto the vanity.

You and Mona had survived drowning at least.

Barely.

She lay beside you on the edge of a sponge, curled in on herself like a drowned doll, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Her soaked blouse clung to her frame in tatters, and she held the shreds to herself as if modesty still mattered. 

Your own body ached—every nerve raw from the scalding heat, the suffocating fear, the sheer sensory chaos of nearly being—

Crushed. Boiled. Forgotten.

You didn’t know what you’d just escaped.

But the nightmare wasn’t done.

Desperate, the two of you took a leap off the vanity, and landed on what you initially assumed was just a regular old garment below, using it as a cushion. But you soon smelt the musk, felt the silk, and realized you had jumped right into her panties.

Neither of you had time to escape.

Ningguang.

She was back.

The door clicked shut behind her. She stepped forward, her presence drowning the room. She wore nothing but a towel wrapped tight around her wet, glistening curves—skin pale and gleaming under the lantern glow, droplets sliding down the elegant slope of her collarbone like pearls spilled from heaven.

She was beautiful, no denying it. But as you had learned, dangerous.

She didn’t see you. Didn’t look. You and Mona were beneath her notice—tiny, trembling creatures laying helplessly on your landing pad. Her footsteps landed softly, but each was a world-ending quake to you.

She reached for the panties and lifted them up.

You screamed without sound as everything rushed up in a dizzying blur. Mona clutched your hand in terror, her other arm locked around your waist as the world tipped and twisted, and you looked up, getting a glimpse, but just enough of one.

Her sex.

Glowing with heat and humidity, nestled between her thighs like a sacred shrine and a death sentence all at once. The lips were plush and parted just slightly from the heat of her bath, glistening faintly even in the low light. A single drop of water clung there—gathered from the curve of her inner thigh—and slid downward, vanishing between her folds like it had been swallowed whole.

That was about to be you two.

It was the same maw that had nearly consumed you both in the bath, now magnified in terrifying clarity, and about to eat you for real. Neither of you could stop her before she–

Heat. Pressure. Flesh.

Ningguang had pulled the panties up.

She wore you.

The elastic snapped in place above, sealing your fate with a gentle pop. The silk clung instantly to her, drawing you both into the curve of her body like a second skin. Mona was crushed against you—skin to skin, breath to breath—her thighs trembling between yours. The humid warmth of Ningguang’s core enveloped you from every direction, and the thin silk offered no mercy.

You couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.

You were pressed flush to her most intimate place, soaked in her body heat, your face mashed against the slick rise of her skin. Every twitch of her muscles was a seismic shift, and all you could feel was a dampness around you, a heat, but gratefully at least, a fresh one.

A knock at the door.

“Lady Ningguang,” a voice called. “Miss Hu Tao and Miss Xinyan have arrived. They say it’s urgent.”

She paused. You felt the hesitation in her hips, the tension in the wall of flesh around you.

“Urgent?” Her voice was amused. “Very well. I suppose I should see what all the fuss is about.”

She walked.

You almost sobbed. How could this keep happening?

Each step was a staggering quake, jostling you and Mona deeper into the oppressive warmth. Her thighs moved with practiced poise, but to you they were battering rams. The panties stretched and flexed with her body, dragging your face across soaked silk again and again. 

Mona let out a stifled whimper—her body trembling against yours, your limbs tangled in a twisted, desperate knot. You were becoming jammed so deeply between her gradually moistening lips, that neither of you could so much as budge an inch.

And Ningguang still didn’t know.

Trapped. Humid. Helpless.