[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 50

Steam curled upward from delicate porcelain cups, infused with the rich, floral aroma of the finest Liyue tea. Ningguang sat cross-legged upon her silk-draped lounge seat, composed and elegant as ever, though a slight furrow betrayed the weight of the situation. 

Across from her, Hu Tao, Xinyan, and Ganyu occupied the cushions, visibly concerned. It was certainly strange news that they had brought with them. 

You and Mona were, of course, in no position to enjoy the tea and discuss.

Pressed tightly against warm, silken fabric, your body was wedged beside Mona’s. Every breath you took was stifled, humid, and perfumed with Ningguang’s body heat. The two of you had fallen into her undergarments while escaping the bathtub — and before either of you could cry out or move, she had slipped them on without a second thought.

Now, crammed into the narrow gusset, you were trapped.

“I’m telling you,” Ganyu insisted, after watching Ningguang leave momentarily to fetch some more hot water. “Xianyun’s magic didn’t wear off. My friends…they might still be in danger. I have to find them.”

Hu Tao raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a lazy grin. “Dangerous or not, if people are shrinking all over Liyue, we definitely gotta tell Lady Ningguang everything. Wouldn’t want any tiny adventurers getting stepped on, right?”

“That’s exactly why I brought you here,” Xinyan added, nodding. “We need to make sure you’re safe — and if your friends are still out there…”

When Ningguang returned and listened, she gave a slow nod, her golden gaze sharp. “If what you say is true, this isn’t just some idle magic mishap. I’ll have the Ministry investigate. But first—”

She paused, shifting slightly in her seat.

A strange sensation. Not unpleasant, but…unfamiliar. Like something was moving beneath her.

You felt it the moment she shifted—the slow, suffocating grind of her body settling again, pulling the silk taut across every trembling inch of your shared prison. You and Mona were mashed together, barely separated by sweat-slick limbs and the paper-thin gusset that now clung obscenely to Ningguang's heat.

Mona was gasping, her voice soft and breathy against your cheek. “I can feel her…”

You could too. Every subtle motion from Ningguang—every flex of her thighs, every minor tilt of her hips—sent fresh waves of pressure crashing down over you both. Her warmth was stifling, radiating from deep within, pulsing like a slow drumbeat. The air was heavy with her perfume and something far more intimate. The scent of her arousal had soaked into the silk, heady and dizzying.

Your face was pressed directly into the dampened crotch seam, Mona pinned tight beside you, her thigh grinding against yours every time Ningguang moved. She let out a sharp whimper when her leg slipped, thigh sliding right between yours. The friction was humiliatingly good—too good.

You tried to shift, to turn away, but there was nowhere to go. The space was too small. Too wet. Mona’s hips bucked, more instinct than intention, but it was enough to press you deeper—face-first—into the humid press of Ningguang’s folds.

You moaned without meaning to.

Mona muffled her own cry against your neck. “Stop…I—I can’t…” Her body trembled against yours, her breath coming faster. “We’re going to—”

She cut off with a soft sob as another shift from Ningguang ground the lace tighter, dragging you both across the swollen curve of her slit. You were stuck against her—in her, practically—forced to feel every subtle twitch of muscle, every slick pulse beneath the fabric.

Your own arousal betrayed you, hard and aching, friction building against Mona’s trembling body. The shame only made it worse. Your hips jerked reflexively, desperate for even the smallest relief, and Mona gasped again—her voice soaked with helpless pleasure.

“I think I’m—ah—”

Ningguang shifted again, this time with a little roll of her hips as she repositioned on the lounge. The motion dragged you and Mona along her folds like a toy caught in the seam of her pleasure.

And then—

Mona came.

She shuddered beside you, gasping wetly, her whole body tensing as she cried out against your skin. You followed a second later, hips bucking into the unrelenting heat of her thigh, releasing into the silk with a muffled groan that barely escaped your lips.

You collapsed together, twitching, breathless, both of you panting in the sweltering dark.

Every time Ningguang moved, the world around you responded with earthquakes. Her thighs flexed gently. Her hips rolled once, just slightly. The lace clung to your skin, and even Mona whimpered from the pressure.

“…Is it possible,” Ganyu asked hesitantly, “that my friends could be…here? I mean, right in this very room?”

She didn’t know why she assumed so. But somehow she got the feeling they weren’t back in that cave anymore…

Ningguang blinked, setting her teacup down with a soft clink. “You believe they shrank as well, and ended up here? That’s a stretch, Ganyu. Didn’t you say they were with the Cloud Retainer?”

Ganyu insisted: “I just suddenly get this feeling. It might be worth checking…”

It was as if suddenly she could sense your presence. Could it be that Mona had used her magic, to transport you to the one woman with a chance of standing up to someone like the Cloud Retainer?

Or…could it be you were still digesting, near dead, inside that monster’s stomach…?

She knew what she was hoping for.

“I guess it’s not impossible,” Xinyan said, rising. “C’mon, Ningguang. You always say nothing is coincidence in Liyue. Why else would Ganyu have wound up with us?”

Hu Tao stood too, stretching dramatically. “If I were a tiny lil’ person lost in this house, I’d definitely be panicking by now. Maybe even drowned already…”

Ningguang’s lips thinned. “I see your point.”

She stood gracefully. Her long robe rippled behind her as she moved toward the bathroom, examining the plughole with a wary expression. “If anyone small was caught here…the drain would have taken them.”

Walking around the room, she glanced at the floor, “Or stepped on, unawares…”

“That’s awful,” Ganyu whispered, holding her chest. “I have to believe they’re okay…”

“I’ll have the guards check the entire estate,” Ningguang said, but as she turned, a peculiar sensation once again caught her attention — a tickling, shifting flutter between her thighs.

She frowned.

Behind her, Hu Tao squinted.

“...Wait a sec,” she murmured, then crouched, peering beneath Ningguang’s flowing robe. Her grin widened with mischief. “Heeey, Ningguang…”

“What is it?” Ningguang asked, clearly distracted.

“Not to be weird,” Hu Tao said, eyes sparkling, “but…I think you’ve got something moving down there.”

Xinyan leaned in too, raising an eyebrow. “There’s definitely something wiggling in your panties, boss lady.”

Ningguang’s eyes widened. “What?”

Before anyone could say another word, Ganyu gasped and pointed, face flushing crimson. “T-That’s them! I see them! There’s someone inside—!”

Ningguang’s poise cracked for just a moment.

“…Excuse me,” she said stiffly, disappearing behind a folding screen in a blur of silk and panic.

From your crumpled position, you felt her hands — delicate but firm — reach beneath the waistband.

A sudden light, and then: air.

Golden eyes. A gasp.

“…You?”