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[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 25
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 06:10:47 +0000 UTC“I swear I heard something…”
Amber’s voice filtered down to you, sounding suspicious. Finally, she seemed to have really caught on.
You screamed again, hoping she would recognize something was actually very wrong here. If you didn’t get out soon, you were going to get crushed, run out of air, drown in her slick or worse, get trapped inside her slit.
Raw, panicked, desperate. You kicked, twisted, tried to shift even a fraction, but the pressure around you was absolute. Flesh flexed gently against your body, wet and pulsing. The fabric behind you sealed you in place, still soaked with heat and scent. You were molded into Sucrose—completely. And every sound you made was swallowed by skin and cotton and her pussy.
Amber took a step closer. The vibrations trembled through the bed. Through Sucrose. Through you.
“Huh. It’s like a squeaky little voice…”
Another scream left you—high-pitched, frantic—but you knew it wouldn't reach her. All that moved was the slick warmth clinging tighter to your skin, the folds around you twitching in panicked reaction.
Above you, Sucrose made a tiny, broken noise. It was starting to annoy her, she was trying so hard to keep things under wraps and you kept making a ruckus!
Then—pressure.
All at once, her hand was there, trembling fingers pressing between her thighs, mashing you against her most sensitive point in a frantic attempt to muffle your cries. You were flattened into the heat of her, smothered in damp flesh and wet cotton, your limbs pinned and body trembling as you felt every frantic pulse of her body beneath you.
She held you there. Her thighs quivered. Her breath hitched.
Amber stared at her, going pink when she saw she was basically gripping her crotch right in front of her. “Sucrose, what are you–”
“I—it's nothing!” Sucrose blurted. “R-runes! Muffled resonance—unstable layering in the, uh, under-weaving of the—!"
You screamed again as her hand squeezed tighter, the pressure almost unbearable. You could feel your body being pushed deeper, the folds around you growing slicker with heat. Her panic was becoming arousal again, and there was no mistaking the trembling in her breath now.
“You’re acting super weird…” Amber said slowly.
Another pause.
Your lungs burned. The scent was everywhere. Her pulse was racing—thudding like war drums through the wet skin that cradled your face.
“I’ll uh…leave you to it…” Amber finally said, turning away with a scarlet face, and scurrying out.
Finally, the two of you were alone again. And this hardly boded well for you…
The hand left you. Her thighs loosened. Your tiny body collapsed slightly against her, sticky and breathless, still trapped—but no longer crushed.
And then—movement.
She fell back onto the bed, a full-body exhale shaking the air as she collapsed into the sheets. You were yanked with her, the sudden shift causing her body to clamp down again, purely out of reflex. Her thighs opened. Her folds twitched.
“I… I can’t believe you did that…” she whispered above, her voice hoarse and breathy. “You screamed…and she was right there…and…and I had to do something like that to make her leave…I’m so embarrassed…”
Your body ached. Every inch of you was soaked, stuck, trembling. So what if it was your fault? She was the villain here!
“You almost got me caught,” she whispered again, and this time her tone had changed. Lower. Darker. It was a tone you’d never have expected from someone like Sucrose.
Her thighs flexed slowly. The folds around you clenched just slightly, deliberately.
“I’m upset…” She exhaled. “You’re ruining everything. You know that?”
A slow grind began. Subtle. Sensual. Terrifying.
“You squirm so much when you panic…I know you maybe hate it…but it feels good for me..”
Her breath caught again. Then came another shift—she adjusted her hips, the fabric pulling tighter, mashing you deeper into her. Amber was gone and your situation had only gotten worse.
“I think it’s time,” she whispered, “to test your limits.”
You tried to scream again.
But this time, you didn’t even hear your own voice.
