[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 30

Ganyu’s quarters were nestled behind a painted screen in a quiet, high pavilion—away from the prying eyes of Liyue. It was such a private spot that she could essentially do whatever she pleased here. 

The sun slanted in through latticed windows, casting patterns on polished floors and perfuming the air with lotus and sweet incense. You hardly had time to admire the setting, shivering in Mona’s palm as she carried you inside and set you on a pillow of silk.

Ganyu moved softly about the room, lighting blue candles, arranging crystal bowls, and laying out scrolls inscribed with ancient, flowing script. Her face was composed but her eyes—always gentle—were now shadowed with nerves and a quiet excitement. Mona hovered at her side, fussing with her hat, unfastening her cloak with trembling hands, her cheeks flushed in the early light.

And she whispered to you: “Don’t worry. This is just what we need. I know she’s gonna be able to help you…”

You wanted to believe that, but after everything that had happened so far, it wasn’t surprising that you had some hesitations. 

Ganyu knelt, motioning for Mona to join her at the low table.

“The ritual is not dangerous,” she said, her voice as soft as the brush of her sleeve, “but it is…intimate. In old adepti tradition, bodies and spirits must be close. It’s how energy finds harmony.”

She placed you in a nest of violet silk at the center of a circle, and you watched from below as the two women sat opposite each other, framed by soft candlelight. Mona slipped off her gloves, her delicate fingers fidgeting, her pale skin exposed to the cool air. She looked to Ganyu for reassurance and found a gentle smile.

“We’ll need skin-to-skin contact. Both with you, Traveler, and between us. The energy…must flow freely,” Ganyu explained, her voice trembling at the edges, her cheeks flushing.

Mona’s face went bright pink too, but she nodded, determined. “For the Traveler. I trust you, Ganyu. Lead the way.”

Ganyu slipped her arms from her qixing robes, exposing smooth, pale shoulders. She leaned forward, her movements graceful and composed, as she cupped you in her hand. You felt her qi—a chill, soothing energy—swirl around your tiny body, the sensation both calming and exhilarating.

Mona shivered as she leaned in, her own bare arms joining Ganyu’s around you. The contact sent a jolt through the circle—water and ice, tension and hope. Their hands touched, then twined together, forming a living, pulsing bridge of magic.

Ganyu began to chant, her words ancient and melodic, resonating with the low thrum of the candles’ flame. Mona closed her eyes, steadying her breathing, surrendering to the ritual’s pull.

You were pressed gently to Ganyu’s chest, your back cushioned by the soft, yielding warmth of her breast, her heartbeat strong and steady beneath your feet. Mona’s hands cradled you from above, her touch trembling but protective, and soon you were cocooned between the two of them—skin to skin, energy flowing in a loop.

As the spell built, the room’s air seemed to thicken. Qi swirled visibly, blue and silver threads dancing over your skin, over Ganyu’s bare shoulders, across Mona’s collarbone and throat. The world grew smaller, the only reality the softness pressing in on all sides: Ganyu’s steady presence behind you, Mona’s warmth and the rise and fall of her chest in front, the plush contact of their bodies.

Mona gasped as the energy deepened, her own heartbeat thudding so close you could feel the vibrations in your bones. She pressed closer to Ganyu, seeking the comfort of her cool skin, and their bodies aligned—breasts and thighs meeting, hands entangled, breaths mingling. Ganyu’s arm wrapped around Mona’s waist, drawing her close as the ritual demanded.

You could feel their magic inside you, pressing and swirling, mixing with your own essence. Ganyu chanted faster, her breath cool on your hair. Mona whimpered, shy but unable to resist the spell’s pull. Their qi tingled, not just as magic, but as touch—everywhere you pressed, the two women shivered.

At the spell’s peak, Mona lost herself. She let her head fall against Ganyu’s shoulder, their cheeks brushing, lips almost meeting. Ganyu’s hand squeezed Mona’s, their fingers locked tight. You felt yourself squeezed tighter between their chests, their bodies pressed flush, the spell drawing them together like a magnetic pull.

Ganyu’s chant became a moan, half-magic, half-need. Mona’s breathing sped up, and suddenly, almost by instinct, she pressed her lips to Ganyu’s cheek—a trembling, grateful kiss that startled them both. Ganyu’s eyes flew open, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her forehead pressing against Mona’s, their qi flaring so bright it filled your world with blue-white light.

For a moment, the three of you were one—a single current of need, hope, and magic.

The ritual climaxed. Magic crackled in the air, every muscle tense with energy. Ganyu gasped, clutching Mona closer. Mona shuddered, her voice dissolving into a breathy whimper. All around you, the warmth and scent of their bodies, the thundering of their hearts, the taste of their skin on the air—it was overwhelming, intimate, unforgettable.

As the light faded, the magic’s afterglow left them tangled together—Ganyu and Mona both panting, flushed, their limbs entwined, holding you safe between their breasts. The room smelled of frost, candlewax, sweat, and longing.

Ganyu smiled, her hair falling in blue waves across Mona’s shoulder. “Did it work?” she murmured, glancing down at you.

Sadly, you were still just as small. Though it was hard to feel so bad. Because, well, that moment right there had been pretty hot.

“Then…we’re going to have to try a stronger ritual…” Ganyu spoke, in a slightly flirtatious tone, and glanced at the both of you.

You weren’t about to refuse.