[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 45

The world became a blur of steam and shimmering light, and the water was swirled by any swivel of Ningguang’s hips. You struggled to steady your breathing, did your best not to get pulled beneath the water’s surface.

Already you were worried enough about whether you’d survive alone. 

But Mona needed you. You forced yourself to scan the water, eyes stinging, searching for any sign of that familiar dark hair or the glint of blue. For a moment, all you saw were petals spinning in lazy circles, drifting closer to the towering expanse of Ningguang’s thighs. 

Then—there! A flicker, a trembling hand breaking the surface for an instant, swallowed again by the gentle but insistent undertow of the giantess’s movement. You panicked, realizing she might be close to drowning. Even the tiniest shift of the giant body above was enough to create massive waves.

You kicked forward, fighting the currents that rolled and crashed with each subtle shift of Ningguang’s body. To her, these were nothing. Just teeny tiny adjustments, a mere stretching of a leg or the flex of her hips. But to you, the water rose and fell like tides, pushing and pulling you back, the surface never still.

Ningguang sighed and threw her head back in languid pleasure, as she poured a handful of water over her chest. Droplets glimmered as they ran down her collarbone, beading on the swells of her breasts before tumbling back into the water with little splashes. She traced a lazy circle on the marble with one foot, stirring the water all the more, oblivious to the life-and-death struggle unfolding below.

But if she had known, would she have even cared?

You saw Mona again, her body bobbing, caught in the swirling current along the inside of Ningguang’s thigh. She looked exhausted as she treaded water, her hair damply plastered to her face, lips barely above the surface. Desperation filled you. 

If you didn’t reach her soon, she’d be dragged beneath—pinned, suffocated, maybe lost forever in the eddying heat between Ningguang’s legs.

With a surge of effort, you reached her. Your fingers brushed Mona’s arm and you pulled her up, the water breaking to free her into your arms. She blinked up at you, dazed and gasping, but a light flickered in her eyes as she recognized you.

“It’s me,” you breathed, hauling her close, trying to keep both your heads above the churning water. “Hold on, Mona. I’ve got you.”

Mona clung to you weakly, her voice a rasp. “I thought—I thought I was a goner…”

“Not yet,” you promised, glancing up at Ningguang’s looming form. She shifted again, her thighs parting a little wider, her hips rolling, sending a wave that nearly submerged you both. You ducked under, resurfacing near the gentle slope of her inner thigh, heart pounding so hard you felt faint.

You fought the current, pulling Mona along, aiming for the edge of the tub—anywhere away from the undertow, the dangerous intimacy of Ningguang’s core. As you swam, your gaze flicked upward, catching glimpses of her body: the way her breasts rose and fell with every sigh, the smooth pale skin flushed with heat, the silver hair at her mound glistening beneath the water, folds parting for a moment as she stretched, unaware.

For a terrifying moment, Ningguang shifted her hips, drawing her knees up and letting her thighs close, trapping you and Mona in a soft, living canyon of flesh. The pressure was immense, the water squeezed around you, pushing you dangerously close to her most sensitive place.

The pressure crushed in from all sides. The world became flesh and water, an enclosing warmth that churned with every subtle twitch of Ningguang’s hips. You gasped against Mona’s shoulder, the current pulling the two of you forward, inexorably closer to the impossible softness…

“Mona, hold on!!” you shouted, your voice tiny against the thrum of her body. The only reply was her weak grip tightening around your wrist, her other arm limp at her side.

Above, Ningguang shifted again. To her, it was nothing more than a small sigh, a tilt of her hips to adjust her comfort. But down here, the motion created a suction—a pull that dragged the water and everything in it toward the cleft between her thighs.

You felt it instantly: a low, powerful current that wrapped around your legs and waist, yanking you forward. The rose petals swirled faster, caught in the miniature vortex that formed between her folds. Mona screamed—tiny, muffled—before the sound was swallowed by the rush of water.

“Kick!” you urged her, thrashing your legs, but the current was stronger than both of you. It pulled, unrelenting, drawing you toward the flushed, glistening folds looming ahead. 

Warmth swallowed you whole before you could get away. The plush passage enveloped you.

The current hurled you and Mona forward into slick, yielding flesh. It was even hotter than the surrounding fragrant bath water, somehow steamier.

You barely had a moment to comprehend where you were—wedged between soft, rippling walls that flexed and squeezed rhythmically—before another shift came. Ningguang sighed above, hips rolling lazily in bliss, and the motion dragged you deeper still, Mona’s scream muffled against your shoulder as darkness and heat closed in around you.

Claustrophobic. Tight, and wet, and throbbing. 

The two of you were trapped in her pussy, half-submerged in the suds, and surrounded by squeezing, ridged flesh.

Praying she wouldn’t spot you. Or that if she did, she’d take mercy…