[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 26

The warmth didn’t retreat.

If anything, it grew worse, as if any pleas for mercy just simply didn’t matter to her. Sucrose was exactly the type too, wasn’t she? Someone who seemed so innocuous and sweet, but was actually a sadist in her spare time. 

You were no longer caught by accident in the softness between her thighs. No longer flattened by the panic of being discovered. Now…she was holding you there because she wanted to.

And you weren’t struggling. You gave that up as soon as you realized you really had no say in this at all anymore. 

Sucrose’s fingers returned to the spot where your body was pressed — not to hush you this time, but to feel. Her trembling digits hovered over the soaked fabric of her panties, ghosting small, aching circles where she felt your tiny form shifting slightly against her. Each twitch, every breathless movement you made, sent a tremor through her body.

“I can’t believe you’re still…” She swallowed hard, voice ragged. “You’re still moving. Not fighting though, are you? You probably know it’s no use by now, don’t you?”

She let out a shaky sigh, her hips shifting ever so slightly.

The fabric — already soaked with slick and heat — pressed more tightly against you, grinding your form gently between the warm, pulsing folds of her sex and the damp cotton lining. You were embedded in her, as much a part of her arousal now as the shivers of her breath or the way her thighs slowly pressed inward.

“I didn’t plan to do this,” she whispered, her voice tight and cracking, as suddenly, it seemed she was actually feeling guilty. “I was just going to keep you. I wasn’t going to…I didn’t mean for it to get like this…”

But even as she said it, her fingers circled again, firmer this time. Her thighs rolled in tiny motions. She was pressing you into herself with growing hunger, feeling the way your limbs shifted, the way your body conformed to her heat.

“I should stop. I should— I know I should,” she murmured, biting down on the words. “But I can feel you…all of you. And it’s— it’s too much.”

Her hips rolled forward into her palm. Not sharply, not with force — but with a needy, restrained grind that let her body savor every contour of you.

“You're making me feel so good…this is better than…if you were normal sized…you know? It…it just wouldn’t be…the same…”

Her voice trembled. Not just with lust now, but with a budding emotion trying to take root beneath the wet heat of desire. But it wasn’t strong enough yet to stop her.

You moved again — barely a twitch — and she gasped aloud. Her other hand gripped the edge of the bedsheets. Her thighs snapped inward, squeezing gently as her core throbbed around you.

“Oh—god…”

Her hand stayed there, pressed against you through the fabric. Her slick had soaked everything, and every breath she took was a whimper. Your body was completely encased, molded into her shape. You were no longer just a plaything — you were fused to her pleasure.

And she wasn’t letting go.

“I thought I could be gentle,” she whispered. “But I don’t think I can. Not when it’s you. Not when you feel like this…”

The motion of her hips became a slow, steady rhythm. She was grinding into the mattress now, riding the heat and pressure you provided, chasing the shuddering crest of pleasure with every roll of her thighs.

“I want to stop,” she murmured — but her voice betrayed her. “But I don’t want to. I want to use you. I want to feel you scream again. I want you to make me come…”

The words left her in a single breathless wave. Shame tingled at the edges of her tone, but it couldn’t reach the center — not yet. Not while she was so deeply caught in the rush of you against her skin.

“I’ll say sorry later,” she whispered. “But right now…”

Her hips surged forward again, and she let out a soft moan — low and needy, filled with desperation.

“Right now, I need you.”

You were lost in it — in her scent, her slick, her warmth and want. Your ears filled with the sound of her heartbeat thudding like thunder. Her breath was hot. Her body throbbed. Her grip never left you.

And for a long, shivering moment…all she did was grind. And all you could do was let her, just limp in her hand as if you really weren’t a human being at all anymore. As if you were instead, just a sex toy for her to use however she pleased. 

Not violently. Not frantically. But like someone who had waited too long, who had yearned for this closeness and finally had it — warm, trembling, and shaped perfectly to her most sensitive place. Someone who had always felt meek and dominated, now getting to be the dominator. 

You weren’t going anywhere. Not until she was finished.

Or at least…not until the guilt caught up with her.

And it would.

You could hear it in the shake of her voice.