[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 38

The pain started as a rumble—a low, angry cramp that cut through Xianyun’s self-satisfaction like a blade. 

Her smug poise collapsed, her face twisting in shock and discomfort. One hand clutched at her middle, the other bracing her on the bed as her silks bunched beneath her knees.

“Ohh…”

Inside, you felt her body lurch, muscles rippling with sudden, violent contractions. The stomach, which had been slick and oppressive, now writhed around you like a serpent, the walls closing in, pressing you with desperate force.

A sour rush of bile and acid filled your mouth and nose as the adeptus’s belly churned, her body fighting to rid itself of the irritation. You coughed and gasped, battered by a powerful squeeze that made your bones ache. Then, in a nauseating surge, you were swept upward—propelled by a wave of liquid that burned and stung, carrying you inexorably toward her throat.

Xianyun pitched forward, barely able to keep her composure as her body rebelled. 

She let out a strangled moan, sweeping Mona and Ganyu aside and sending them tumbling across the sheets, as she stumbled to her feet. Her talons knocked bottles and scrolls from the bedside table; she staggered to her shelves, searching frantically for a cure.

Bottles crashed to the floor, some shattering in a spray of glass and strange fluids. In the confusion, a small jar toppled from the shelf, tumbling end over end until it smashed open on the stone. Within, a shrunken captive—a woman in scholar’s robes—tumbled out, her body crumpling, lifeless, on the cold tile. Killed on impact.

Mona and Ganyu, still on the bed and bewildered, watched slack-jawed.

For you, the world erupted into chaos—a wet, squeezing storm of flesh and sound. The muscular walls of her stomach clenched with a sickening strength, each pulse more forceful than the last. You were battered upward, ribs and back pressed painfully by the flexing tunnel, every inch of your skin slicked with acid and saliva. The world roared around you—a thunder of digestion, the hollow groan of Xianyun’s body reverberating in your bones.

Suddenly, a powerful contraction seized you, and with a final, brutal squeeze, you were forced against the tight ring of her stomach entrance. The sphincter shuddered, then yielded, and you were spat violently up, tumbling headlong into a blast of hot, sour air.

You slid helplessly up her throat, battered and spinning, the walls pressing in on every side—slick, ridged, alive. You could do nothing but gasp as you tumbled through her gullet, your body buffeted by rippling muscle, the world narrowing to a funnel of heat and darkness.

Then you burst into her mouth—a steaming, cavernous chamber of pink flesh and white teeth. The rush of her exhale hit you, damp and oppressive, thick with the tang of her last meal and the living humidity of her breath. Above you, her tongue surged forward, a glistening, muscular mass trying to force you backward, down into the abyss. Saliva pooled and glistened across every surface, trailing in thick ropes from the roof of her mouth to the undulating floor below.

It was so close though. You could see that glimpse of the outside world between her teeth.

I have to reach it!

You flailed, arms outstretched, desperate for anything to cling to. Getting a grip on her tongue was impossible.

Your hands found the slick, quivering bulb of her uvula instead, and you latched on, fingers slipping over its rubbery surface. Your legs dangled wildly above the drop, toes inches from the slick, yawning pit of her throat. The muscles below rippled, pulsing hungrily as the tongue squirmed beneath you, trying to dislodge your grip.

The air was thick, wet, and close, each breath from Xianyun rattling your bones, the echoing rumble of her voice somewhere beyond the flesh. You could hear the rush of her heartbeat, feel the faint tremor of her laughter or speech vibrate through the tissue you clung to. Saliva dripped down your arms, pooling in your collar and eyes, making your vision blur and your grip slippery.

You screamed, raw and breathless, your voice muffled by the living chamber. The tongue pressed upward, forcing you closer to the teeth, and you kicked desperately, fighting to keep from being swallowed again. The uvula strained in your grasp, stretching and bouncing with every movement of her mouth.

Every second was a battle not to fall—down into that slick, pulsing gullet, back into the monstrous, hungry dark of her body.

You had a feeling if you did, you’d never get out again…

Outside, Xianyun lunged for a heavy bronze mirror, raising it with trembling hands to her face. Sweating a little, her composure lost for once.

She peered inside, red glasses askew, and her eyes widened as she spotted you: a pitiful, glistening figure swinging in the cavernous maw of her mouth. She bared her teeth in a furious snarl, saliva dripping from her tongue as she snapped her jaws, determined to rid herself of the irritation.

Her throat flexed, swallowing once—twice—each gulp a tidal force that dragged at your body, threatening to wrench you free. Your grip slipped an inch with every convulsion, spittle pouring over your back as you coughed and sputtered, clinging to the one thing that kept you from plunging into the darkness.

The adeptus ignored the carnage. All her focus was on you and the fire in her gut. Her talons raked through the debris, scattering captives and trinkets alike, until her hand closed around a squat, rune-etched vial—the cure she needed. She yanked the stopper, shaking with urgency, her tongue pressing you hard against the roof of her mouth.

For a split second, you tried to pull yourself forward, scrambling toward the light, but the potion’s bitter flood was already pouring past her lips.

A freezing rush swept you up, wrenching your hands from the uvula. You tumbled, sliding helplessly over her tongue and back toward the gaping entrance to her throat.

Xianyun tilted her head back, gulping the potion in great swallows, and you were swept along—slipping past her palate, her tonsils, down into the pulsing, slick tunnel of her esophagus. The muscle squeezed, dragging you lower, tighter than before, your limbs pinned as the rhythmic, peristaltic waves forced you downward.

From outside, Xianyun’s neck bulged, a faint shadow gliding down her long, pale throat. She let out a ragged sigh, licking her lips in relief as the potion soothed her belly. 

Her eyes glittered with cold triumph, her composure restored. She dabbed her mouth with her sleeve, looking every inch the regal adeptus once more.

Within, you crashed back into the pit of her stomach, splashing into a now-calm pool of digestive fluid. The walls had lost their frenzy, returning to their slow, steady pulse—greedy, persistent, but no longer desperate to expel you. You panted, shaking, every muscle aching from the ordeal.

I was so close…

Xianyun settled onto her bed, drawing Mona and Ganyu close, her smile smug and unyielding.

“One warned you mortals…” she purred, and turned back towards the bed…