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[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-01-11 03:00:03 +0000 UTCThe morning sun bathed the windowsill in golden light, the warmth of its rays a gentle comfort against your back.
You sat quietly, gazing out at the rolling green fields beyond Mondstadt’s walls, the faint hum of the city rising and falling like the tide. Yesterday still had you shaken up. Mona was somewhere in the other room, pouring over her tomes and scrolls in an attempt to formulate a plan, leaving you to your thoughts, and to yourself.
She seemed to be deliberately leaving you alone as if she were afraid you’d be hurt accidentally if she didn’t.
You shifted slightly, stretching your legs as you leaned back against the wooden frame. There wasn’t much you could do then, except wait and hope she was able to find a solution. You were counting on it.
You opened your eyes just in time to see a shadow move outside the window. It was quick, subtle, and yet unmistakable. A moment later, pale fingers slipped through the narrow opening in the window, their movements slow and deliberate.
“What—” you began, but your words were cut short as the hand darted toward you.
The fingers closed around your tiny form with surprising care yet undeniable firmness. You yelped, wriggling in the grasp, but it was too late. You were lifted effortlessly from the sill, the world tilting around you as the hand pulled you out into the open air.
“Sucrose?!” you shouted, twisting your head to look at your captor.
Her flushed face came into view as she cradled you close to her chest, her aqua-green eyes wide and nervous behind her glasses. “I-I’m sorry!” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I… I just… I couldn’t resist. I had to…”
“Had to what?!” you snapped, struggling against her grip. “Sucrose, let me go! This isn’t funny!”
Her cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red as she glanced around, ensuring no one was watching. “Please, just…just trust me. It’s not what you think. I just…I need to…to see something.”
Already, she was hurrying away from Mona’s house and back onto the streets of Mondstadt.
Her words sent a chill through you. The way her voice wavered, the way her hands trembled slightly as she held you—it was clear she was struggling with her actions, yet there was a strange determination in her gaze that made your stomach turn.
You should have known. There was something about the way she had been responding to your peril yesterday that rubbed you the wrong way. You should have been able to call this…predict that she might try to do something.
But she was also so shy and meek, maybe even at your tiny size you could still intimidate her into doing as you said.
“Take me back to Mona,” you demanded, your voice firm despite the fear creeping into it. “Right. Now.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, clutching you tighter as she hurried faster. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll explain later, I promise. I just…I have to do this.”
…
The scent of warm bread and sugar filled the air as Sucrose pushed open the door to a cozy bakery nestled in the heart of Mondstadt. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of plates created a lively yet welcoming atmosphere.
Or it would have been welcoming, if not for the fact that you were a kidnapee here.
You had stopped struggling by this point, your mind racing as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Why had Sucrose taken you? And why here? Why had she reacted the way she did, so strangely?
The answer came moments later when you heard two familiar voices.
“Hey, Sucrose! Over here!” Amber’s cheerful tone rang out, drawing your attention toward a small table near the window. Eula sat next to her, her regal posture as poised as ever. She nodded at Sucrose’s arrival, her blue eyes calm and assessing.
“You’re punctual, as expected,” she said, her voice smooth.
Sucrose smiled nervously, her blush deepening as she approached the table. “T-thank you for inviting me.”
She sat nervously across from Eula and Amber, who were already sipping cider and chatting amiably. The table between them was laden with cakes—lavish slices of sponge layered with cream and icing.
Amber’s cheerful laugh punctuated the conversation, her bright smile lighting up the room. “I can’t believe we managed to find time for this! It feels like ages since we all sat down like this together.”
Eula nodded, her composed demeanor as regal as ever. “Agreed. Mondstadt’s duties leave little time for such indulgences.” She cast a glance at the cakes. “But it’s well-earned.”
Sucrose fidgeted in her seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She nodded along with their words, but her thoughts were miles away. Hidden in her pocket, your voice was muffled by her thumb when she eventually dipped her hand in there and squeezed you. She had waited until the other two were suitably distracted.
Her blush deepened as she tightened her grip slightly, biting her lip as her gaze flickered to the table. The cakes looked almost impossibly perfect for hiding you in, with layers of icing and sponge that she could tuck you between.
Her mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. It was the perfect opportunity to see you almost get eaten alive again.
Who should it be?
That was what she really wondered now.
Her eyes darted between Amber and Eula, her internal struggle growing more heated with each passing second. Amber, with her boundless energy and warm smile, seemed so carefree—so trusting. But then there was Eula, poised and dignified, her every movement elegant and precise. The thought of either of them unknowingly taking you into their mouth sent a shiver through her, her curiosity and guilt clashing violently.
And what about if they discovered what she was doing, how would they react? Amber would probably laugh it off if Sucrose made some excuse…but Eula…Eula would be so composed. So unshaken.
There was something so appealing about that too…
She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she reached into her pocket. Slowly, carefully, she pulled you out, her movements shielded by the tablecloth. You glared up at her, your tiny form tense with anger and fear. You would have screamed for help but her thumb was still pressed against your face, almost suffocating you.
Her eyes softened briefly, her lips parting as she whispered:
“I’m sorry.”
Her hand moved toward the cakes, her movements shaky but deliberate. Her gaze flitted between Amber’s plate and Eula’s, and the two girls, making sure they were still distracted, her indecision dragging the moment into eternity.
Finally, she chose.
Her fingers hovered over Eula’s plate, her heart pounding as she gently lowered you onto the slice of cake. The sponge was soft and fragrant beneath you, the layers of cream cool and smooth against your skin. You tried to scramble upward, but her fingertip pressed you down firmly, burying you deeper among the layers.
Already, a sick excitement bloomed on her face, like she almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing right now.
You fought against her, but the sponge gave way under your hands, and the sticky cream clung to your movements. By the time she withdrew her hand, you were almost entirely hidden, surrounded by the cake’s sweetness.
Eula turned back to the table just as Sucrose sat up straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the cakes before her, her expression unreadable.
“I suppose it’s time to enjoy these,” she said coolly, picking up her fork with deliberate grace.
Sucrose’s breath hitched, her cheeks flaming as she watched Eula lift the fork to the cake. The tines sank into the soft sponge, cutting a perfect bite that included both cream and filling—and you.
You thrashed, shouting at the top of your lungs. “EULA!!”
But your voice was too faint, swallowed by the chatter of the bakery and the clinking of cutlery. The fork rose steadily, carrying the cake—and you—toward Eula’s mouth.
From your perspective, her face loomed impossibly large. Her lips, soft and pale, parted slightly, revealing the faint gleam of her teeth and the dark, cavernous space beyond. The warm scent of her breath washed over you, tinged with cider and sugar, as her tongue flicked out briefly to meet the approaching bite. Thin strands of saliva were draped from the roof of her mouth to her tongue, anticipating…
Sucrose’s hands clenched tightly in her lap, her breath quickening as she leaned forward slightly. Her eyes were wide, filled with a strange mix of anticipation and fear. She knew it was wrong but she was also twistedly excited for this, in a way she’d never felt excitement before.
You clawed desperately at the sponge, but the creamy filling offered no purchase. Eula’s lips closed around the fork with an elegant precision, cutting you off from the outside world as the bite disappeared into her mouth.
Inside, the world was warm and humid, her tongue pressing against the cake as she began to chew. You were tossed about, the soft sponge breaking apart under the pressure of her teeth. The sound of her chewing was deafening, each movement of her jaw shaking the air around you.
Sucrose inhaled sharply.
This is it.
