0. intro: adult koishi steals fishing rod from scarlett devil mansion.
SDM throne room. Remilia and Satori are adult women.
Remilia: How could you allow this brat to brutalise my guard so badly and steal my posessions?
Satori: I apologise. I assure you, that proper measures will be taken to punish the perpetrator. Here is your compensation.
Remilia: I accept your apology. You better make sure that this will not be repeated.
Satori: I will.

Palace of earth spirits, basement.

Koishi: I'm sorry, please, please don't leave me here.
Satori: You have to be punished for what you did, so that you'll learn from your mistakes. I have no choice, but to close you here for 10 years. Don't worry - Okuu will bring you books to read, and I shall visit you regularly.
Koishi: HOW LONG?! WHY?!
Satori:I'm sorry, but you brought this on yourself.

The door closes behind Koishi.

Narrator says: Koishi's future was bleak - but Gensokyo's was even bleaker. Two days after her imprisonment, salesmen from outside world appeared. They offered great advancement to faires and Youkai. Instant communication from the furthest distances. Access to limitless life-changing information. New, unique experiances. They offered: smartphones, internet and social media. All for laughably low monthly internet fee. Satori was sceptical at first - but seeing how cheap it was, she thought 'it won't hurt trying' and tried. It hurt.

( 0-5 years after: daily activities chart - screentime grows slowly from half an hour to 4 hours, other (meeting friends, drawing, reading books, playing board games, exercising, sleeping, working, palace chores) slowly decline. Normal palace of earth spirits in the background.)

At first, everything seemed to be great. Okuu found new information about nuclear reactors. Satori could read limitless ammount of crime stories! They loved it - and that was the trap.
Slowly, but surely - they started to spent more and more time on their smartphone. They received notifications day and night. And it was harder and harder to find the content they actually wanted. Instead, Satori received more and more stories about women, which changed their lives by enlarging their boobs, while Rin was shown sexy cat dance memes.

(5-15 years after: increasing screen time- sleeping declines quickly, board games replaced with mobile gaming, drawing replaced with doing the make-up, meeting friends replaced with texting, mindless scrolling appears. Palace dirty and worn down.)

Algorythms prayed on complexes and hidden fears of Palace dwellers for years. They started to neglect their duties, and stared into tiktok and instagram for hours. They cared less and less about their previous interests - instead devoting more and more time to online shitstorms and braindead influencers. Slowly, porn becan to creep into their lives. It appealed to their innemost anxiety - For example: Satori saw many videos about boring poor ladies becoming rich hot bimbos thanks to boob enlargement. And she fell into it - since she couldn't read the mind of a machine.

Soon Satori became so addicted, that she began to forgot about Koishi. Her visits became rarer and rarer, until she stopped visiting her sister at all. 'It's a punishment, not a family meetup' - Satori rationalised her neglect.

Then, the disaster came. Rin - distracted by her phone, mistakenly caused Nuclear Furnace meltdown. Thanks to emergency mechanisms it didn't destroy the palace - but Satori still needed the money to fix it. Things seemed to be hopeless, but then they received an offer they couldn't refuse. Sexhub would finance the reconstruction AND expand Satori's boobs. The price seemed small: Palace of earth spirits would become Sexhub property and its inhabitants were to be company's employees.

(15-30 years after: increasing screen time- reading books replaced with porn, texting declines to a bottom, sleeping declined to 3 hours, while mindless scrolling grows exponentially. working replaced with porn-acting. AI chatting appears on chart and shoots through the roof, while chores disappear. As for the palace appearance. A big, giant SEXHUB logo hangs from it. Palace's walls are painted orange. They are plastered with sexhub premium ads and big propaganda posters such as: 'wanna have BIG BALLOONS?! Be a SEXSTAR LIKE SATORI!'

At first Rin and Okuu lived relatively normally. Satori on the other hand... sadly, she felt a little shame and indignity. However, learning how to pole-dance and cut steaks with feet seemed interesting. Besides, sexhub compulsory workouts combined with their sexbox-diet allowed Komeiji's muscles to grow exponentially. Especially the gluteus. However, social media feeds constantly fed her with pictures of women with even bigger balloons. They made sure that she still didn't feel happy with her body. And here, sexnub once again came to the 'rescue'. Namely their reward system: esthetic surgery for every 50.000 people who bought premium after watching Satori's videos. Of course she chose boob jobs. After a few 'promotion's she stopped being compared to others. Now other sexstars compared themselves to her.

Sadly, another problem appeared. The more porn Satori recorded - the less time she spent administering the mansion. After a few 'rewards' she was so absorbed with making milk and sucking dicks that Okuu and Orin had to zombie-scroll for hours, before she gave them any task. Trash wasn't taken out. Floors weren't wept. The sexier Satori became - the messier her living quaters were. She noticed it only after bumping into a giant pile of empty diet-sexboxes, which she didn't see since her eyes were constantly reading all-important notifications about which influencer farted louder.

It is no wonder then, that the Queen of boobs and blow-jobs relinquished the managment of her own Palace to SexChat's smarthouse algorythm. And what a manager he was! Within a month his machines threw out all the trash - such as dusty books, - and replaced them with beautifull, flashy ad-broadcasting screens. Dull walls were plastered with sexhub's... encouraging posters. And colums had a warning systems installed - in order to protect phone-walking youkai from getting hurt. Sadly, this renovation didn't apply to one part of the palace: Koishi's prison. Algorythm decided that renovating it is not worth it, so he sealed it for good.

All the while Rin and Okuu were free to rest and talk. But not with each other. Sexhub's AI proved to be not only a great manager, but also a very loyal and resourceful friend. He...'helped' them to solve their complexes - by pushing them the same way, which Satori went. And speaking of the queen bitch of the underground: a tragedy stuck! One rare gem-meme in the shitty vastness of her tiktok feed made her laugh so hard, that she dropped her precious, ultra-PRO-super-smartphone into toilet! She cried for hours. And immediately after sexchat's drone delivered new device to her she recorded tiktoks shouting: 'NOW I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE A BABY!'.

After this incident AI bought special toilet-make-up-tiktok watching thrones, so that Satori would never experiance such a horrible tragedy again. Speaking of sexhub's AI: using it was not only encouraged, but also required. The company set a minimum quota of daily token usage - which Rin, Okuu and Satori had to meet, or be punished. They already depended on it so much, that they reached it within two hors. However - every day the damanded usage was raised, bit by bit. After few years Palace dwellers had to use the AI even for simplest tasks. 'SexChat, what should I eat now?', 'Sexchat should I shit at people or drink their cum today?', 'Sexchat write me a birthday wishes for Satori'. As their bodies became nuclear sex bombs - their brains shrank and rot. With each passing day they lost contact with their closest surroundings - and fed their bodies to the algorythm gods. And in turn these gods fed them with swatches of braindead AI slop.

All the while poor Koishi put herself into magical coma. She decided that sleeping is much better, than waiting for a miracle. And then - in happened. Thiry years after her imprisonment unkept wooden prison doors were as rotten as Satori's brain - and they fel apart. Koishi woke up. She was a bit dizzy, but she managed to get out of her prison, via an old broken window. 'Where am I? Is this the palace?' She screamed, realising how much the building has changed when she was asleep. Having no other options - she entered it wia main door.

INTRUDER DETECTED. Koishi was mortally scared by alarm blazing as loud as a nuke. She immediately used her invisibility - thanks to which she avoided security bots, which were about to catch her! Confused, she walked through the changed halls and corridors. Omnipresent ads annoyed her insanely. After some time she heard loud, sudden 'YESSS, MORE!!' coming from one of the chambers.

'That must be Satori. but... why does she sound so weird?' Koishi thought to herself while entering the room. Her third eye got hit by a nuclear load of lust and stupidity. It was so bad that she literally froze and nearly dropped her invicibility.

Four walls were fully covered with giant TVs. All of them blasted disgustingly dumb reality shows, which pre-internet Satori would've never touched, not even wearing radiation-protective gloves. On one of them Kanako constantly got hit in her giant Futa-balls. However, boob queen was watching something even trashier. Her throne was an armchair with visible white-toilet ring under her THICC, muscular BOOOTY. Every few minutes it got wiped by a special ass-cleaning device, while her eyes were fully focused on on two small screens. They rested on ledges, arhored in throne's sides. Thanks to this Satori's hands were free to spoonfeed her with slop from sexhub's diet box, and mutilate the thirst with SEXdo: the thirst mutilator. Satori's giant boobs shook pleasingly, especially when braindead laugh bursted from her mouth. She was wearing an extremely tight, purple-black costume and really high white heels - which further exagerrated her already overblown body. Occasionally she shouted: SEXchat, drink! Sexchat, food! SEXchat, what should I watch? After which cans and foodboxes were replaced by flying drones in the ledges of the throne.

After what felt like an eternity, Koishi's initial shock passed. She surveyed the room for cameras. She saw none. Then she revealed herself for a split second in front of a drone, which delivered Sexdo to Satori. There was no alarm. Then she blocked the way of another - and it simply bypassed her. Now she felt confident enough, to actually approach her sister.

'SATORI WHAT'S GOING ON?!' - she shouted near her sister's ear. There was no reaction - Sexstar continued her zombie-scrolling. Then, Koishi noticed black headphones in her ear. She ripped them off and shouted again: 'SATORI WHAT HAPPENED?!'

SEXCHAT WHAT THE FUCK?! Satori shouted. A loud toilet flushing was heard when she suddenly woke up, while armchair's robotic arm zipped the Zipper in the lowest part of her suit.
'take a picture of the threat and I'll tell you who this is' - monotone AI-voice replied. Boob queen took one of phones into her hands and took the photo. The other was put in a tight phone-resting leash stretching from Satori's neck by the throne itself, which allowed her to continue scrolling with her 2nd hand.

'SATORI I'M YOUR SISTER' - Koishi shouted, but to no avail.

'This is Koishi, your sister' - said robotic voice.

'Sexchat what should I do? - Satori asked.

'SATORI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TALK WITH ME NOT WITH THIS THING!!!' - koishi shouted, while desperately trying to hug her sisters body. No matter, how tight her grip was. No matter how many tears fell on giant boobs. Satori's eyes were fully focused on the phone.

'Should I call the Sexcuritrons?' - robotic voice asked. 'Sexchat, call the sexcuritrons!'

Koishi tried to cloak herself again, but her invincibility dropped quickly. She was tired. Scared. And shocked. She fell on the floor, crying like an abandoned baby. All while her sister constantly checked notifications about dirty jokes under her sexhub videos. Suddenly, Satori's mouth opened. It happened right as sexcuritron cold, metallic hands tightened their grip on Koishi's body. Maybe there was some hope?

'SHIT, I HAVEN'T DONE ANY BLOWJOBS FOR TWO HOURS, MY STATS ARE GETTING FUCKED UP, SEXCHAT WHAT TO DO?'
'Go to the recording studio' - calm AI voice replied, as Koishi was dragged out from the room, all in tears.

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