[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 18

You were drenched.

For the past minute or so, you’d been a captive of her most intimate area, like a plush, ridged prison. The worst part was that you’d agreed to this arrangement. If there was ever a time to curse your own horniness, it was definitely now. 

Lisa ran her tongue over her bottom lip slowly, as she worked her clit in circles, feeling your tiny little hands on her as you navigated the tight, cave-like passage, shaking a bit, still knowing you were at risk as long as you stayed in here. Lisa wasn’t exactly someone you trusted. She could easily crush you, suffocate you, if she wanted to. 

One of your hands sank into the nearby wall of her pussy, burning heat against the skin of your palm, sticky wetness from her steadily building pleasure. Even your tiniest touch was thrilling for her. 

Your other hand slipped down to your crotch, cupping it in a guilty manner, cheeks flushed. You felt so guilty, and yet you still couldn’t deny the will of your own body. 

Luckily, she didn’t keep you there forever. After a little bit, she freed you again. 

Your tiny, frail figure dripped with slick warmth, Lisa’s soft, shuddering sighs still echoing above you as she finally—finally—pulled you free. You felt the rush of cooler air against your soaked skin, your limbs twitching weakly, utterly spent, trembling, but hopeful that maybe she was actually being merciful.

Right now, what you really needed was to get some space. Clear your head. Try and figure out what the hell you’d even been thinking. 

Lisa hummed in satisfaction, stretching her long legs languidly, a glazed, lazy smile curling on her lips.

"Mmm…that felt so good~" she purred, rolling you between her fingertips, feeling your tiny, exhausted form quiver from overstimulation.

Soaked.

Weak.

Sapped in…her pleasure. You could hardly believe you had just done that.

Willingly given yourself over to Lisa. And you’d done it right in front of Mona too, even knowing it would surely hurt her. 

The realization settled over you like a crushing weight, your breath catching in your chest. You had let Lisa do whatever she wanted with you.

You had let her claim you.

And Mona—

Mona had been forced to watch you do that. Even if she had been sent away eventually, she’d seen enough to know that you had caved. 

Lisa’s smirk widened, as if she could hear your thoughts, could see the moment regret began to settle in.

"Oh, what’s the matter, cutie?~" she cooed, tapping your quivering form against her soft palm. "Feeling guilty?"

You said nothing. Lisa chuckled, her grip tightening ever so slightly, enough to remind you of her power.

"Mmm…well, I suppose I should be honest with you now~"

Your body stiffened. Lisa’s violet eyes gleamed mischievously.

"After all, you did so well for me, cutie. You deserve to know the truth."

Lisa’s smirk sharpened.

"I don’t actually have the magic to turn you back to normal~"

Lisa giggled, twirling a strand of her damp hair around her gloved fingers as if she hadn’t just dropped the worst possible news.

"You look shocked, but I don’t understand. Surely you didn’t believe me?" she pouted mockingly. "You should know by now, I love a good trick~"

You barely had time to process it before Lisa’s fingers uncurled, and suddenly—

You were falling.

Magic swirled around you, and in the next instant—

You landed on cold wooden floorboards. Lisa had let you go.

Not only that, but you were back in Mona’s house. On the one hand, it was a real relief. Lisa could have kept you, she could have done much worse to you, but she didn’t. That wasn’t to say she never would, but at least for now you were safe.

On the other hand, now, you had to face Mona.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn. Her house always seemed pretty mysterious, which kind of fit her vibe, but this was eerie. Too dark and quiet for comfort. 

You swallowed, taking a hesitant step forward into the main room. Mona was inside, sitting at her desk, but she wasn’t acting like herself. She was still. Her hands were clasped together tightly, her shoulders tense, her head tilted downward, her face obscured by shadow.

You hesitated.

Mona…?

She didn’t move.

Didn’t acknowledge you.

Granted, you were so small, you’d typically have to make a ruckus to get spotted anyway. Even so, you had a feeling she would have still refused to respond. A faint tension radiated from her, something thick and suffocating in the air. Your stomach coiled uncomfortably, you could feel it palpably.

Mona wasn’t acting like herself.

This was about you.

And what you had done.

Mona had watched you.

Mona had seen you agree to it. 

Worse than anger, she had gone all quiet and brooding, and when she was like this, it was almost like a side you had never seen before. A side you struggled to read. A side that set you on edge. 

"Mona…?" you tried, your voice quiet. Careful. Still, she didn’t answer.

Her shoulders tensed slightly at your voice, but she remained unnervingly still. A flicker of magic tingled at the edges of your senses, faint, but unmistakable.

You took a step closer.

"I—" You swallowed. You weren’t even sure what to say.

An apology? A plea?

You weren’t even sure if you could explain why you had given in to Lisa. You didn’t even totally understand it yourself-

Suddenly she moved, faster than you could react. A surge of arcane energy erupted through the air, violet sigils igniting in a flash around you. Before you could even think to run—the magic snapped shut. A barrier materialized around you, shimmering like the surface of a deep, endless sea, encasing you in an instant.

You barely had time to process what had happened before you were lifted. The magic surged, carrying you toward Mona’s waiting hands. Your stomach lurched violently, the floor dropping away beneath you, and then—her fingers curled around you.

Tight. Possessive. Her hands shook slightly though, her breathing unsteady.

Finally, she spoke.

"I should have known."

Her voice was flat, quiet—but dark and dangerous.

"You let her do that to you," she whispered. Not an accusation. A fact.

Your body trembled.

"Mona, I—"

"You wanted it."

The words sliced through you.

You couldn’t answer.

Because—

You had. You had.

A breath shuddered through Mona’s lips, her grip flexing slightly, as though she were holding something back. Her expression was strained, conflicted—but her eyes burned with something unmistakable.

Jealousy.

"You gave in to her," she murmured, her voice tight, brittle, as if forcing herself to say it aloud.

She lifted you closer, her breath warm against your trembling form.

"You let her touch you."

Your chest constricted, but you opened your mouth—to plead, to explain—but Mona wasn’t listening.

"You don’t understand, do you?" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible now.

Her fingers shifted, cradling you close, as if she was afraid you would disappear.

"Mona—"

"You’re not safe like this," she interrupted, sudden and curt. A quiet exhale left her lips, her fingers gently brushing over you.

"I need to keep you safe. I have to. You’re…special.”

The words were soothing, careful—but they weren’t meant to comfort you. They were meant to convince herself. That it was justifiable for her to do what she was about to do. 

Mona was trying to rationalize this, but you already knew.

This was going to end badly.