[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 47

The fabric tunnel ended abruptly.

One moment, Ganyu was bracing her against the velvet inside of Xinyan’s jacket sleeve, clinging to whatever smooth black fabric she could grab. The next, her grip slipped. Her stomach dropped, wind rushing in her ears—

—and thunk! She landed in something warm, soft, and sweet-smelling.

Her whole body sank a few inches into the springy surface. She pushed herself up, hands pressing into a pillowy give. It smelled faintly of sugar and milk. The surface shifted beneath her, squishing in slow pulses as if it were breathing.

A steamed bun.

She barely had time to register it before the world tilted. A pair of giant chopsticks clamped either side of the bun, lifting it high into the air.

“Mm, this one’s still hot,” Xinyan’s voice boomed above, cheerful and unaware.

Ganyu’s heart slammed against her ribs. She scrambled toward the seam of the bun, nails digging into its sticky skin. The steam inside puffed against her face—hot, moist, scented with savory filling. It clung to her hair, beading on her horns.

Then she saw it—below. The open mouth. The gleam of teeth.

“Oh no…” she whispered.

Not again. She’d gotten lucky before, but that luck surely couldn’t last forever, could it?

The bun jerked forward, heat rising from Xinyan’s breath. Ganyu’s limbs felt leaden in the humidity; every move was a slip on the glossy, doughy slope. She tried to run sideways around its curve, but the chopsticks rotated. The mouth yawned wider, and the hot, wet dark beckoned.

“Too big for one bite,” Hu Tao’s voice teased from somewhere to the side.

“Bet I can,” Xinyan laughed.

Ganyu clung to the dough, panic roaring in her ears over the huff of Xinyan’s breath. The humid air grew thicker, sharper with spice. Her body slid despite herself, the sticky surface stretching under her grip. Steam blew past her, tugging at her hair, promising only one destination.

The lips closed in, pillowy and glistening. The sight stole her breath—not just from fear, but from how close it was now, how much bigger and more alive than anything she could fight. She braced for the plunge.

Then—

“Ouch! Too hot! Wait, lemme get my drink first.”

The bun pulled back. A rush of cooler air hit her skin, but only for a heartbeat. She felt the chopsticks shift, and her body slipped off.

Plunk.

Ganyu plunged waist-deep into a lake of amber liquid.

The tea was sweet and fragrant, but scalding compared to her size. She gasped, the heat biting at her thighs, sugar clinging to her clothes. The surface rippled outward in lazy rings. 

Overhead, Xinyan took the cup in both hands. Her lips drew near again—this time to drink. Her plush lips pursed around the edge of the glass.

Slurp.

The world rushed upward. Liquid flooded around her, the roar of it deafening at her size. She slammed into something plush and wet—the yielding give of Xinyan’s tongue—and rolled helplessly toward the back of her mouth.

The heat inside was even more overwhelming. Every surface glistened, saliva mixing with the sugary tea into a slick coating that plastered her hair to her face. The air was thick with the scent of spice from the hotpot, laced with sweet tea, and under it all, the warm, unmistakable musk of a living mouth.

The rest of the bun followed her in, wedging her against the tongue as Xinyan’s lips sealed shut. The sound was immediate—glk, squelch—as she shifted the bun from one cheek to the other, rolling it lazily against her molars.

Ganyu kicked and shoved, her hands sinking into the fleshy surface beneath her. But every movement just made the muscle twitch, the floor of the mouth shifting beneath her like a restless tide.

Saliva pooled fast, the tea mixing in, rising up her ribs. Her hair floated in it. Every time Xinyan pressed the bun to her palate, the soft mass squeezed against Ganyu’s back, sandwiching her tighter into the hot, wet space.

Then the tilt came. The bun rolled back, the tongue pushing in waves, sweeping Ganyu with it toward the dark tunnel ahead.

“No—!” Her voice was a muffled squeak in the humid air.

The throat flexed once, in a slow, testing gulp. She felt the suction at her legs, the pull threatening to claim her entirely.

And then—pause.

A frown from above. The bun stopped moving. The tongue slid under her, nudging her upward instead of back. The pressure lifted.

“Mm? Somethin’ in here…” Xinyan mumbled around the mouthful, lips parting.

A rush of cooler air swept in, carrying light. The tea-slick cavern opened wide, and Ganyu was swept forward on the wave of saliva and tea.

Pffft.

She landed in the warm cup of a palm—Xinyan’s palm—dripping and gasping, clothes plastered to her. The giantess blinked down at her, bun still clutched in her other hand, eyes going wide.

“…Ganyu?!”

Ganyu coughed, pushing hair from her face. “Y-yes! Finally! Don’t eat me!”

Hu Tao leaned over the table, upside-down in Ganyu’s view, her mouth curving into a delighted grin. “Well, well… what’s this? A little Adeptus snack?”

Xinyan shot her a look. “Hu Tao, no. I almost swallowed her!” She lowered her palm closer to her own face, studying Ganyu with stunned fascination. “Girl, how in the Archons are you so tiny?”

Ganyu shivered in the massive warmth of her hand, still feeling the ghost of that humid dark around her. “It’s…a long story.”