[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 53

Mona tried to sleep, but it was a struggle.

She was curled in the keepsake box, the deep plum velvet surrounding her restless body, and she stared up at the faint silver sliver of moonlight slicing through a crack in the lid. 

The silence around her was broken only by the occasional rustle of silk as Lady Ningguang shifted languidly on her bed, her breath soft and slow.

But Mona’s wasn’t. Her heart thundered in her chest, and wouldn’t stop. Not fear though, it wasn’t fear anymore…

It was something far more confusing.

That moment earlier…when Ningguang’s tongue had traced your body—slowly, sinfully, with that look in her eyes—it had burned itself into Mona’s mind. 

The deliberate way her lips parted…the reverent press of her mouth on your miniature frame…it shouldn’t have affected her the way it did.

But it had.

It still did.

It was shameful, even so, it was the case. The heat in her cheeks had refused to fade. Her legs, tucked tightly beneath her, had remained clenched, her hips aching, tense. Something raw and needy coiled inside her, hot and low in her belly. 

Her thighs rubbed together instinctively, again and again, and each time the friction only sharpened the need instead of easing it.

She hated how wet she had become. Hated how much she wanted.

A creak in the dark.

She froze, eyes wide, breath held. The lid of the box shifted suddenly, but so gently that if she hadn’t already been awake she probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

Warm light spilled across her face. Golden, flickering, and so alive. A lantern had been lit nearby, low and intimate, casting long shadows that danced across silk-covered walls. Mona looked up. That was when she saw her.

Ningguang.

The Lady of the Jade Chamber stood like a vision above her, a true giantess, her robe hanging loose around her shoulders. Her long hair tumbled freely down her back, tousled in a way that was far too intimate for any public occasion. 

Her usual composed mask had long since cracked, something wilder and hungrier flickering just behind her eyes. Similar to the look from earlier, but somehow even more intense now.

Mona’s breath caught.

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” Ningguang murmured, voice low and velvety. “But then again…neither am I. Perhaps we both have the same things on our minds…”

Her gaze flicked briefly to you—still nestled in your corner of the box, curled into a fold of silk, breathing softly in peaceful slumber. Then her eyes returned to Mona.

And this time, she didn’t look away.

“You saw how I touched them,” she whispered. “I tried to stop myself. But I couldn’t. It stirred something in me I wasn’t ready to admit. Something I didn’t realize at first…”

Mona’s heart pounded harder, her lips parting, but no words came. This was a fetish confession, what was she supposed to say?

“I shouldn’t be saying this,” Ningguang continued, almost to herself. “But when I held you in my hands earlier…felt your heartbeat, saw the way you trembled—it did something to me.”

She reached in gently. With a grace so fluid it felt choreographed, she lifted Mona into her palm. The heat of her skin radiated into Mona's body like fire. The difference in scale was dizzying—Ningguang’s fingers curved protectively, possessively, around her, her touch precise yet impossibly intimate.

“Ningguang…” Mona gasped, voice breathless, her hands pressing against the pads of those enormous fingers.

But she didn’t finish. She couldn’t.

Because Ningguang leaned in, and her lips hovered just above Mona’s trembling form, soft, pink and full. Her breath washed over her like steam, carrying the scent of jasmine tea.

“I need to feel,” Ningguang whispered. “Just once more. I need to know this isn’t just hunger.”

And then she kissed her.

Open-mouthed, slow, and deliberate.

Her lips closed around Mona’s waist, warm and soft, her tongue flicking out to taste the curve of her hip. She moved upward in an achingly slow drag, tracing up Mona’s side, barely brushing the swell of her chest before gliding downward again. Her gargantuan tongue could almost completely cover her in a single, sensual lick.

The sensation was electric. Mona arched instinctively, her moan a soft, strangled thing, her hands clutching uselessly at Ningguang’s lower lip. She was too slick to get any grip. Her skin was fevered, her body burning.

She was soaked. Completely.

She didn’t know when it had started, only that her arousal now soaked through the thin layers of her clothing, her thighs sticky and trembling. Her nipples ached. Her stomach fluttered.

Ningguang’s lips dragged across her once more.

“Tell me to stop,” she murmured against her.

Mona’s voice was high and desperate. “No…don’t stop. I don’t want you to…”

Ningguang smiled slowly.

She reclined back into the plush silk of her pillows, one hand still cradling Mona like a sacred treasure. The other disappeared beneath the folds of her robe, fingers slipping between her thighs, her breath catching as she found her own heat.

She began to touch herself, sliding her fingers against her already slick lips, up towards her twitching clit.

And all the while, Mona was held at her mouth. Kissed again, worshipped, tasted. Ningguang’s breath deepened, turned ragged, and Mona could feel the vibration of every low groan against her skin.

From the box, you stirred.

Your eyes opened blearily. You blinked once, twice, peeking over the velvet edge—only to freeze. The sight before you struck you silent.

Mona, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, was moaning softly into Ningguang’s kiss. Her arms were limp, her body arching gently against each press of that silken mouth. There was no resistance in her at all.

Only surrender.

Desire, pure and unhidden, was written across every trembling inch of her.

That look from earlier wasn’t one you had imagined. She wanted this. And as Ningguang’s thighs shifted open wider, as her hips began to roll with rhythm, and Mona melted deeper into her lips…

…you realized one chilling, thrilling truth:

You were next.