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[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 04:00:04 +0000 UTCMona was as gentle as she could possibly be as she carried you toward the bathroom, her gentle steps echoing faintly in the quiet of her home. A home you both shared now, it felt as much yours as hers.
Her hands cradled you securely, and you could feel the faint tremble of her fingers, betraying her own lingering nervousness despite the calm expression on her face. Even though you were perfectly fine, better than fine actually, you knew she was worrying a lot about unintentionally hurting you.
She was kind to you, something which you were so relieved for. This could have been a horror story, if Mona’s attitude had changed once she had your shrunken self in her hands. If you’d been unlucky, she might have gotten a power trip from it…
“You’ve been through a lot,” she said softly, glancing down at you with a shy smile. “I think a bath would be nice for both of us. It’ll…help us relax.”
Her words were quiet, almost hesitant, as if she were still growing accustomed to the new intimacy between the pair of you. As you entered the bathroom, the soft golden light of the candles illuminated the claw-footed tub in the center of the room. Steam curled upward as Mona turned the brass handles, filling the tub with warm, flowing water that shimmered as it rose. The soothing sound of the cascading water mixed with the faint scents of lavender and chamomile from the oils she added.
To you, it was literally like a thundering waterfall. The bubbles from the suds were big enough you could get swallowed by one.
Setting you gently on the cool porcelain edge of the tub, Mona hesitated for a moment before reaching for the ties of her robe. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at you, her violet eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and trust. “I’ll join you,” she said, her voice steady but quiet.
You instinctively turned away, but her soft laugh stopped you. “You don’t have to be shy,” she murmured, her tone tinged with affection. “After everything…I think we’re well past that.”
As you looked back, the robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet and revealing the graceful lines of her body. Her pale skin glowed faintly in the candlelight, the soft curves of her form accented by the gentle shadows of the room. Her hair was tied and clipped up out of her face and off her back.
You weren’t really looking at her hair though. You were staring at her sensual, smooth curves, the way her butt and breasts were shaped and bounced and heaved whenever she moved. She was already beautiful as is, but as a giant, wow…
Mona stepped into the tub carefully, her movements deliberate and graceful as the water rippled around her. Her toes dipped into the surface, breaking it softly, followed by the delicate arch of her foot, and then her smooth legs and thighs as she settled.
She sighed softly as she sank breast-deep into the warm water, leaning back against the edge. Her violet eyes softened as she turned her attention to you. “Come here,” she said, holding out a hand.
You stepped onto her palm, her damp skin slick but steady beneath your feet. She lowered you into the bath, setting you gently against her stomach, her warm skin rising and falling with her breathing. The water enveloped you immediately, its heat soothing as it carried the faint scent of lavender and chamomile.
The gentle rhythm of her chest beneath you was calming, her heartbeat a steady presence that anchored you in the moment. Mona scooped a handful of water, letting it cascade gently over you. “How’s that?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.
“Perfect,” you replied, smiling up at her as you sank snugly into the divot where her cleavage began.
Her lips curved into a small smile, and she began to wash you with careful, deliberate movements, her massive fingers brushing against you with a tenderness that made your heart swell. The bath wasn’t just about cleaning—it was a moment of trust.
…
The golden light of dawn filtered through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. You stirred, blinking sleepily as you realized you were resting in Mona’s palm, her warm fingers curled protectively around you. At some point during the night, she had moved you from the small bed on the windowsill to the safety of her hand.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice warm and drowsy as she opened her violet eyes. Her hair was slightly tousled, and a small, sleepy smile played at her lips as she gazed down at you. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded, stretching slightly against her palm. “I did. Thank you.”
Mona gently set you on the desk as she rose, her movements slow and deliberate as she began preparing for the day. She hummed softly to herself, her tone light and pleasant as she carefully made a small portion of breakfast for you, her hands steady despite their size.
As you shared the quiet meal, she leaned her chin on her hand, watching you with a fond expression. “We’ll need to go into Mondstadt today,” she said. “I have some things to pick up for my research, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
Just as long as I don’t end up in bad hands again, you thought.
So you agreed, feeling a sense of comfort in her care as she tucked you gently beneath her wide-brimmed hat before stepping out into the city.
…
The streets of Mondstadt bustled with life, the cobblestone pathways filled with vendors, adventurers, and citizens going about their day. Besides your own predicament, things were pretty normal.
From your hidden perch beneath Mona’s hat, the world felt both overwhelming and strangely comforting. You could peek out and watch it pass you by, but slip back under and hide if you felt overwhelmed or afraid. It was a good compromise.
She moved through the city with her usual grace, her steps brisk yet unhurried as she greeted familiar faces. “Good morning, Timmie,” she said with a soft smile as she passed the young boy feeding pigeons. “And good day to you, Margaret,” she added, nodding toward the owner of the Cat’s Tail.
Every so often, her hand would brush lightly against her hat, her touch gentle as she checked on you. “Still comfortable?” she murmured, her voice just loud enough for you to hear.
“Perfect,” you replied, your voice carrying upward through the soft fabric.
Mona’s errands took her to the market, where the lively chatter of vendors and the scent of fresh produce filled the air. She stopped at a stall to examine some herbs, her fingers brushing lightly over the bundles of dried lavender and rosemary. The vendor, a cheerful woman with sun-kissed skin, beamed at her. “For another one of your experiments, I take it?”
“Something like that,” Mona replied with a faint smile. As the transaction concluded, she reached up to adjust her hat, her movements careful as always. After making her purchase, she turned, not thinking much, but ended up bumping right into, breast-to-breast-
Lisa.
“Oh, Mona,” Lisa said smoothly, her voice laced with honeyed amusement. “You seem so…distracted. Could it be you’ve got something—or someone—on your mind?”
Mona’s fingers twitched at her side, her hand brushing against her satchel in a nervous motion. “I’m busy,” she replied curtly, her voice firm but lacking its usual sharpness. “There’s no time for idle chatter, Lisa.”
Lisa tilted her head, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as her smile widened. “Now, now,” she chided softly. “No need to be so defensive, darling. I was just curious. After all, I couldn’t help but notice how carefully you’re guarding that lovely hat of yours today. Paranoid somebody is going to steal it?”
Mona stiffened, her hand moving instinctively to touch the brim of her hat, as though shielding you from Lisa’s piercing gaze. Her mind raced for an explanation, something plausible enough to satisfy Lisa’s curiosity without revealing the truth. “It’s…a delicate piece,” she said, her tone faltering slightly. “Expensive. I wouldn’t want it damaged in all this hustle and bustle.”
Lisa chuckled softly, her voice a melodic purr that sent a ripple of unease through you. “How thoughtful of you,” she said, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. “Though, I must admit, it makes me wonder if you’re hiding something—or someone—up there.”
Mona’s cheeks flushed faintly, but she stood her ground, her violet eyes narrowing as she met Lisa’s gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness. “Why would I hide anything under my hat?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lisa replied airily, her hand brushing idly against her hip. “But it’s funny you should say that. You see, I’ve been thinking about the Traveler.” Her smile turned sly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Such a tiny thing, aren’t they? It must be so…difficult to keep track of them…keep them safe. Aren’t they with you?”
You felt your pulse quicken as Lisa’s words hung in the air, her insinuation clear. Mona’s eyes narrowed. “The Traveler isn’t here,” she said firmly, her voice laced with quiet tension. “They are safe—elsewhere. And I won’t discuss it further.”
Lisa’s smile didn’t falter, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Elsewhere, you say? That’s a shame. I was hoping for a chance to…reconnect with them.”
Mona’s cheeks flushed deeper, her violet eyes narrowing as she straightened her posture. “They’re not your concern,” she said sharply, her voice carrying an edge that left no room for argument. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”
She turned abruptly, her steps brisk as she walked away from the stall. Once she was far enough away, you peered out again, and she murmured;
“Don’t worry. I won’t let her get her hands on you. Not again.”
Behind her, Lisa watched her go, smiling to herself.
Playfully.
Maliciously.
