The afternoon sun cast a lazy glow over Mondstadt, its golden light spilling through the tall windows of the Knights of Favonius library. Lisa lounged in her favorite armchair, a delicate cup of lavender tea steaming on the table beside her and a romance novel cradled in her lap. Her fingers brushed the pages as she whispered to herself, “Oh, this rogue’s charm is positively… scrumptious. Just the escape I need today.” The faint rustle of paper and the distant chirping of birds outside wrapped her in a cocoon of calm.
 
That calm shattered like glass.
 
The library doors flew open with a deafening CRASH!, and in stormed Klee, the Spark Knight, her red hat bouncing as she dragged a soot-streaked treasure chest behind her. Mika, the skittish surveyor, stumbled in her wake, clutching a tattered map and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
 
“Lisa! Lisa! Look what I found near Windrise!” Klee bellowed, her voice bouncing off the walls. “It’s a SUPER treasure chest! I bet it’s got bombs or sparkly stuff inside—wanna help me crack it open? It’s gonna be so fun!”
 
Mika tripped over a rug, barely catching himself. “K-Klee, hold on! We can’t bring that in here! What if it blows up? Or sets the books on fire? Oh no, Lisa’s going to hate me for this… I should’ve stopped her outside!”
 
Lisa’s serene expression hardened, her fingers curling around her book until the spine groaned. She set her teacup down with a sharp clink, the sound slicing through the chaos. “Klee, darling,” she said, her tone syrupy with barely veiled irritation, “haven’t I told you my library isn’t your personal playground? And Mika, sweetie, aren’t you supposed to keep her out of trouble? What’s your excuse this time?”
 
Klee puffed out her cheeks, dropping the chest with a thud. “But it’s boring outside! And Mika said we could explore indoors today, so it’s his idea! Tell her, Mika—it’s an adventure, right?”
 
“I-I didn’t mean here!” Mika squeaked, his face turning beet red. “I was thinking the cathedral or maybe the tavern—somewhere safe! This is a disaster, I’m so sorry, Lisa! I didn’t think she’d drag a chest in!”
 
Lisa rose from her chair, her skirt swishing like a storm cloud. Her emerald eyes gleamed with a dangerous, playful spark. “Oh, you two are a handful. I was just getting to the best part of my book, and now you’ve ruined my tea time. I think it’s time I taught you a proper lesson. What do you say to that, hmm?”
 
Klee clapped her hands, grinning. “A lesson? Like a fun game? I love games! Is it a treasure hunt? Or a boom-boom contest?”
 
Mika edged toward the door, gripping his map. “Uh, Lisa, why are you looking at us like that? It’s… unnerving. Can we just apologize and leave? Please?”
 
Lisa’s lips twisted into a predatory smirk. “Oh, cuties, you’ve crossed me one too many times. And when naughty troublemakers interrupt my peace…” She patted her stomach with a resonant thump, the sound echoing ominously. “They become my lunch. How does that sound?”
 
Klee tilted her head, unfazed. “Lunch? Like fishy stew? Can I bring Jumpty Dumpty? He’d love to play too!”
 
Mika’s jaw dropped. “W-Wait, you’re joking, right?! Lisa, tell me you’re joking—we didn’t mean to ruin your day!”
 
Lisa didn’t answer with words. Instead, she raised her hand, Electro energy crackling around her fingertips. The air buzzed with power as she beckoned them closer, her voice a sultry purr. “Come here, darlings. Let’s make this quick.” Her magic pulsed, tugging them forward until they stood trembling before her.
 
“Lisa, this isn’t funny!” Mika yelped, his boots skidding on the floor as he fought the pull. “Let us go—I’ll clean the library, I swear!”
 
“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Lisa cooed. “And too late for chores.” She leaned down, her face inches from Klee’s, and opened her mouth wide. “Ready, little spark?” With a swift motion, she grabbed Klee under the arms and hoisted her up. The Spark Knight giggled, kicking her legs as Lisa’s lips stretched around her head.
 
“Wheee! It’s like a big hug!” Klee squealed, her voice muffled as Lisa engulfed her shoulders. “It’s all squishy inside, Lisa! Do you eat hugs all the time?” With a wet, straining SCHLURP!, Lisa swallowed hard, pulling Klee’s torso in. Her throat bulged massively as the girl slid down, her red hat slipping off and tumbling to the floor with a soft plop. “Wow, it’s warm!” Klee added, her voice echoing. Another GULP! dragged Klee’s legs inside, her boots giving a final kick before vanishing with a resounding GLUCK!.
 
Lisa swayed slightly, her stomach ballooning outward as Klee landed inside with a heavy THUD. She steadied herself against the armchair, pressing a hand to her swollen belly, which rumbled loudly—GROOOAN—and unleashed a monstrous BUUUURP! The belch shook the room, carrying a gust of warm air tinged with the smoky scent of gunpowder.
 
“Mmm, fiery little morsel,” Lisa purred, licking her lips. “You’re a handful, Klee—even for my tummy!” She turned her gaze to Mika, who stood frozen, his map slipping from his shaking hands.
 
“Y-You ate her! Just… swallowed her whole!” Mika stammered, his voice cracking. “How—why—what’s happening?!”
 
“Magic, darling,” Lisa said with a wink. “And you’re next. Don’t make me chase you—it’ll ruin my mood even more.” She lunged forward, snatching Mika by the collar before he could bolt. He flailed wildly as she lifted him off the ground, her mouth stretching wide once more.
 
“No, no, please—!” Mika’s cries cut off as Lisa shoved his head past her lips. “Lisa, stop, I’ll do anything—!” SLURP! She worked fast, gulping down his shoulders and chest with wet, squelching sounds. His legs thrashed, his boots scraping the floor—scrape scrape!—but Lisa tilted her head back and swallowed hard—GLUCK! GLORP!—sending him down in powerful, deliberate gulps. “It’s dark—help!” Mika wailed, his voice fading. Her throat strained as he descended, and with one last SCHLUP!, Mika vanished into her overstuffed stomach.
 
Lisa stumbled back into her chair, her belly now a massive, wriggling dome that spilled over her lap. BLORP! GRRRGLE! The sounds of digestion roared to life as her gut churned around its lively meal. She leaned back, catching her breath, and patted her stomach. “Oh my, you two are a feast. I’ll need a nap after this. Settle down in there, won’t you?”
 
Muffled voices echoed from within. “Wow, it’s all warm and bouncy!” Klee chirped, her tiny fists thumping against the walls—thump thump!. “Mika, isn’t this neat? Like a bouncy cave!”
 
“N-No, it’s awful!” Mika wailed, his voice quivering as the stomach acids sloshed around them—splosh!. “It’s slimy and tight and—oh gods, I can’t breathe! Lisa, let us out, please!”
 
Lisa chuckled, sipping her tea as her belly jostled with their struggles. “Calm down in there, cuties. You’re making me gassy. It’s just a little timeout—enjoy it!” A loud BURP! burst from her lips, this one laced with the metallic tang of Mika’s gear and a hint of burnt cloth. “Goodness, excuse me~ You’re a noisy pair!”
 
“Klee, stop bouncing—it’s making it worse!” Mika pleaded, his voice cracking over the GLORP! of Lisa’s gut. “Lisa, this isn’t a lesson—it’s torture!”
 
“Oh, it’s warm torture!” Klee giggled. “Like a big, squishy hug! Lisa, do you eat people a lot?”
 
“Only when they’re naughty,” Lisa teased, rubbing her belly as it GROOOOANed. For hours, she lounged in her chair, her stomach working tirelessly. The library filled with a cacophony of digestion—GLORP! SLOSH! GROOOOAN!—as her powerful gut broke down Klee and Mika. Every so often, a massive BUUUURP! rattled the shelves, scattering papers and wafting out a mix of roasted meat, sulfur, and sweat-soaked leather. “Klee, you little spark, even my tummy’s complaining,” Lisa said, smirking. “And Mika, you’re heavier than you look!”
 
By dusk, her stomach had smoothed out, though a heavy pressure lingered lower down. Lisa stretched with a yawn, her joints cracking, and muttered, “Time to set you free, I suppose. You’ve been enough trouble.” She stood, brushing her skirt, and strolled outside Mondstadt to the Teyvat Pred Stall—a magical disposal site tucked behind some trees, its rune-covered booth glowing faintly in the twilight.
 
She stepped inside, pulling the curtain shut, and settled onto the seat. The chute below hummed with arcane energy as she lifted her skirt and relaxed. “Alright, darlings, time for your big finish,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s make this quick—I’ve got tea to get back to.”
 
It began with a deep, rumbling FRRRRT!—a wet, brassy fart that blasted out for three seconds, a rancid, sulfurous stench like rotten eggs mixed with charred wood from Klee’s gunpowder. Lisa wrinkled her nose. “Klee, still fiery to the end. You’re a handful!” Another PFFFFT! followed, sharp and loud, a two-second burst carrying the musky, earthy reek of digested meat and damp wool from Mika’s uniform.
 
With a soft grunt, Lisa pushed, and a thick, heavy PLOP! echoed as the first mass hit the chute—a two-foot-long coil, dense and dark, steaming with a sour, fermented stench like overripe fruit laced with smoky ash. “That’s you, Klee,” she murmured. The sound was wet and sloppy—SPLORCH! THUD!—as it piled up, flecked with scraps of red fabric from Klee’s outfit. A bubbly FRRRT-PFFT! ripped free mid-flow, a quick, wet double-tap filling the stall with a warm, putrid funk of burnt powder and bile. “Goodness, you’re loud,” Lisa giggled, fanning the air.
 
She bore down again, and Mika’s remains emerged—a lumpier, two-and-a-half-foot log that landed with a resounding SPLAT-THUNK!. It reeked of sharp, sweaty leather and rancid grease, with strands of blue thread from his scarf woven into the steaming mess. “Mika, you’re a heavy one,” she noted. Another PFFFFRT! burst out, long and low for four seconds, its meaty, sour stench—grilled meat gone bad—making her eyes water.
 
The final push came with a squishy PLORP-SPLOSH!, a softer, foot-and-a-half pile that oozed out with a nauseating blend of bitter bile, burnt sugar, and wet soil, studded with a melted buckle from Klee’s hat—clink!. A quick PFFT-PFFT! punctuated the end, two short, wet farts that left a lingering haze of decay and charred fabric, the pile now three feet wide and a foot high. The chute flared brighter, and with a soft WHOOSH, the steaming heap vanished, whisked away by the runes.
 
Lisa stood, smoothing her hat with a satisfied sigh. “Much better. You two were a chore, but I think you’ve learned your place.” She stepped outside just as Klee and Mika reappeared in a flash of light, fully reformed and blinking in the evening air.
 
Klee bounced on her toes, grinning. “Wowee! That was a wild ride! Lisa, can we play again tomorrow? It was like a big, squishy adventure!”
 
Mika, pale and trembling, hugged his map tight. “N-No thanks… I’m sticking to safe maps from now on. Far, far away from libraries… and you, Lisa. That was awful!”
 
Lisa smirked, adjusting her gloves. “Oh, cuties, let’s hope you behave next time. I’d hate to make this a habit—though my tummy might enjoy it. Run along now.” She winked and sauntered back to the library, leaving the reformed pair to process their smelly, squishy adventure.
 
Back in her sanctuary, Lisa sank into her chair, her tea still warm despite the long day. She picked up her novel, humming softly. “Now, where was I? Ah yes, the scrumptious twist…” And with that, Mondstadt settled into quiet—until Klee’s next inevitable explosion lit up the night.