[this is a continuation of the palace of Earth spirits - idiocracy]

Koishi felt as if she was about to release the biggest, most disgusting vomit in her entire life. “Even my piss would taste better than that shit” – she said to herself. Empty energy drink and foodbox laying on the floor next to her.

Don’t worry. If you’d like to enjoy more food, then you might be interested in *my piss* straight from.... – Mr. Phone replied with his metallic AI voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”.

For a while Komeiji sat in silence, doing her best not to vomit. Miraculously, she managed it. Then she stood up and asked herself: It’s been a long time and much has changed. How do I get out of here?

Phone replied: Getting out of the palace of MILF spirits can be a very difficult task. Would you like me to navigate to the garage?

What is a garage? – Koishi asked surprised.

Garage is where the cars are kept.

Okay, what is a car then?

Car, also known as automobile, short: auto is a motor vehicle with wheels. It usually transports....

Can it get me out of here?

Yes, currently cars are the only reliable mode of personal travel in Gensokyo.

Okay, show me the way– Koishi replied – and also, Mr Hat, please keep an eye on Mr phone so that he doesn’t trick us into any weird shit.

Koishi traveled through ad-infested corridors of the palace. Her polyester-ad clothing was making things much more difficult than they needed to be. It limited her movement, and she was sweating like a marathon runner in heatwave. Especially, when she had to go up a long staircase. She was forced to fight against extremely tight fabric every time she moved her leg up . Suddenly, her dress tore apart loudly.

Why did they force me to wear this trash? – she complained, looking at torn fabric around her knees - it’s so shit, that it didn’t even last four hours.

Mr phone replied: keeping clothes for prolonged periods of time forces wearer to do difficult, inconvenient chores such as washing, drying or....

Okay, but that’s no reason for forcing people to wear trash!!!

...on the contrary: modern marketing strategies combined with extremely cost-effective materials mean, that consumers can use their clothing to engage in new promotional campaigns every day!!

WHAT?!?! – Koishi stood puzzled for a few seconds – forget that, just lead me to the exit.

After another few minutes Koishi arrived at her destination. It was a small garage, with three cars parked in it. They were fully covered in ads, not even the smallest part of their windows was visible. A big sexhub billboard on wheels was attached to each of them. It read: “SEXSTAR WILL NEVER ABANDON YOU!”. Satori in her sexy costume and alluring expression sitting under it.

What am I supposed to do now? I’d rather walk, than ride these ad-infested cars – Koishi asked her phone.

I am afraid that won’t be possible. Walking in public roads has been banned, since many pedestrians got injured or even unalived in self-driving car accidents.

What does ‘unalive’ mean? – Koishi asked with puzzled expression.

I’m sorry, but answering that question may infringe on my community guidelines. Would you like me to ask Satori to rent one of these cars for you?

What do you mean ‘rent’? This garage is in our palace, so these cars must be Satori’s - Koishi became even more puzzled.

Satori owns nothing here and she’s very happy! This entire enterprise is property of Sexhub inc. Your older sister participates in thirty monthly family subscription plans, which grant her access to the entirety of Sexhub’s Palace of MILF Spirits and attached services. You’ve already been included in them, which allows me to arrange a car rental for you.

I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, but okay. I just wanna get out of here. – Koishi replied with consternation.

After a short while one of the cars opened. Koishi sat in the front seat, doors closing right behind her. Inside of the car was lit by dim light. Everything was covered in ads – except for big TV screen in front of her eyes.

Mr Hat do you think this is a trap? How am I supposed to ride this vehicle if I don’t see anything outside? – Koishi asked.

Suddenly, artificially enthusiastic female voice replied: Why would you drive me yourself, if you can connect with your favorite influencers instead? As a self-driving car it is my pleasure to handle all the dirty work for you.

Thanks car, but I’d like to ride myself – Koishi replied with clear irritation.

You can’t drive me. Driving wheels caused many chest traumas among drivers and so they were removed. It is much much safer and more convenient when cars drive themselves.

SHUT UP AND GET ME OUT OF HERE! – Koishi shouted angrily.

You seem distressed. Would you like to get medical attention?

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET ME OUT!!!

Suddenly, the TV turned on. For a split second it shown tiktok logo, but Koishi was distracted by a loud roar of starting engine. App’s feed was fully loaded by the time she returned her sight to the TV. Then Mr Phone said:

You seem to be in dire need of dopamine, but I got ya covered! These videos will make your day. If you like what you see – then do nothing. If you don’t – then touch ‘scroll’ button on my screen.

Okay, whatever, just get me out – Koishi said with resignation.

Koishi had nothing else to do - and so her gaze was fully focused on the TV. At first she scrolled away nearly all videos after less than five seconds. However, slowly – but surely – she watched more and more of them until the end. Mr phone taught her how to comment and follow – and so she sunk even deeper into the tiktok world. After some time she noticed, that she’d get something funny more often if she watched a full video about make-up before. She lost all contact with her surroundings and her body – the screen hypnotised her.

And then Satori in her sexstar-costume appeared on the TV.

WORKOUT, MAKE-UP, BOXDIET, SURGICAL-LOOK-ENHANCEMENT – she said loudly, as if she was talking to the algorithm. - Wanna know how to get rich and famous in just four easy steps?

Shocked, Koishi woke from her trance: MR PHONE, TURN OFF THIS BRAINWASHING SHIT AND NEVER USE IT AGAIN.

Are you sure that you want to remove the prime source of fun and social relationships from me? – Mr phone asked.

YES, THROW THAT SHIT AWAY.

Okay, Uninstalling tiktok – phone did as he said and TV turned off.

Okay, what will you do instead? – car asked.

I wanna see the outside world – Koishi replied.

If you want me to show transparent windows, then you must ask Satori to opt-in for our special transparent windows monthly payment plan. Now on super extra discount! Should I do it?

YES.

After some time lights turned off and car hid ads on windows. Koishi saw the outside world for the first time since thirty years. Sadly it didn’t bring her any joy.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO GENSOKYO?!?! – She cried as if she was burned alive.

Long gone were the beautiful, pristine forests which the gods loved. In their place rose endless mountains of trash and waste. Rivers – once cleaner than a floor swept by Sakuya – were now full of disgusting, brown-green goo in which plastic bottles swam. Worse still – giant billboards with obnoxious, stupid ads constantly flashed before Koishi’s eyes. She started to cry.

Is it all gone now? Is this what happened when I was jailed? – she said with her voice breaking.

Should we cheer you up? – Car and phone asked.

SHUT UP – Koishi shouted. She spend rest of the road crying. After what felt like an eternity the car stopped at the car-park in front of a small concrete building.

Welcome to Eirin’s Boob, Ass and Futa clinic – said the car - Feel free to get out when you are ready, but remember that each second of my stay here costs twenty dollars.

It took some time before Koishi collected herself. Car drove away immediately after she got out. Big billboard with building’s name stood on it’s roof, its walls covered by ads about cosmetic surgeries.

They couldn’t have trashed it worse than my palace, right Mr hat? – Koishi muttered, as she began walking to the entrance.

Bell rang right after she opened the door. Immediately, Koishi was approached by a purple-haired woman with long rabbit ears. She wore a suit – but not a regular one. It was a black bunny suit, with a pink micro-skirt. It underlined two out of three body parts mentioned in clinic’s name.

Good afternoon! I’m Reisen and you are at Eirin’s Boob, Ass and Futa clinic. Which plastic surgery would you like today?

I DON’T WANT ANY OF THAT STUPID SHIT, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!

Wait. So you want actual medical attention? – Reisen was clearly surprised.

SURE AS HELL I DO.

Okay. Please sit here and wa... – Reisen pointed to a chair next to the wending machine.

NO. I’M GOING TO THE DOCTOR RIGHT NOW – Koishi saw arrow-sign described as “doctor is here” pointing to white door. She ran there before Reisen realized what was going on. Komeiji’s heart started to throb when she opened the entrance.

What throbbed Koishi’s heart? It weren’t the ads. Neither the furniture: two chairs, bed and desk with computer on it. It was the person, who was supposed to be a doctor, but didn’t look like one. She didn’t wear white apron nor any kind of hospital wear. Her shoes were pink with a sliver of gold. Her legs were covered by tight, pink polyester from knees down – and nude from the knees up. Arms also were covered below elbow – and nude above it, up to and including armpits. Her white hair formed two curled drills, which extended up to her knees. Her boobs were juicy and squished, they looked as if they were about to spill. Only their tips covered, with red hearts on the nipples. It all hanged on golden threads attached to ‘doctor’s’ neck. Eirin’s belly was the only body part that was fully covered – with heart marking belly button’s place, tight golden belt stretching from it around the body. Below pink latex gave way to white skirt with a slice of red. Of course – it didn’t cover anything, to the contrary: it underlined what it was supposed to. Only a narrow, tight piece of pink fabric stretching from the belly over skirt covered the most intimate parts of her genitals.

THIS IS NOT A DOCTOR, IT’S A BITCH!!!!! – Koishi fell into mad rage. Closer chair was ripped apart, as if it was a weak plastic bag. Komeiji was about to teach Mr bed a lesson – but then she felt strong, decisive grip around her body.

Miss Yagokoro what should I do with her? – asked Reisen.

Shocked expression quickly vanished from Eirin’s face. Instead, she was smiling: Finally, a normal patient! – she exclaimed happily – please, place her in the observation room. Make sure to lock it down. Also, take her blood for alcohol or drugs – she spoke calmly.

Once again Koishi was held by alien hands. However, this time grip seemed friendlier. At first she cried and shouted – but she was pleasantly surprised by the room in which she was put. For the first time since her jailbreak she could see clear, wooden wall – with no ads in sight. She could sit on normal chairs – and toilet was its own, small compartment, as it should be.

After some time Reisen returned. She was no longer wearing bunny suit – her regular classy suit fit her much better. This calmed Koishi even more.

You are a living Youkai, not an ad pole. I can’t give you your original clothes back – but I’m sure that our patient clothing will be much better than this polyester stuff. Besides: what’s your name? – Reisen said with audible empathy.

Thank you, I’m Koishi. What about Mr hat? – Koishi asked.

You want me to remove ads from your hat?

Yes, Mr hat wants to be freed from this shit, but I don’t wanna lose him again, so please don’t take him away. – Koishi replied with some distrust.

Don’t worry, we’ll do it together.

And so they did. After that Reisen went away – and Koishi changed into what looked like loose, blue pajamas. She felt much, much better now.

Right after that, rabbit returned with medical equipment - I’d like to take a sample of your blood for tests. It will hurt a bit, but only for a second – she said.

Okay, but please explain: why did the doctor dress so trashy? Why is this place’s name so disgusting?

All right, but it’s a long story. I’ll take your blood first and interview you about your condition. After that I’ll tell you everything. Deal?

Deal!

*****

Reisen and Koishi sat on chairs opposite small hospital table. Koishi already told about everything what happened to her since her imprisonment. Rabbit started her story: miss Yagokoro was one of the few people in Gensokyo, who recognized the danger posed by social media quickly enough. She convinced mistress Kaguya to ban it in the eientei and thus saved our brains. Unfortunately, she couldn’t protect anyone else. She spent weeks and months trying to educate whoever she could about the danger - but to no avail.

At first we went on with our lives as usual. However, slowly, but surely medical market shifted. Less and less patients visited us, listening to their phones instead. With each passing month they bought less drugs – and more shady protein supplements promoted by sexstars. And so – we had two choices. Either sell ourselves like your sister did – or adapt to the new reality. Of course, second option was the lesser evil. At the start we were rather shy – Miss Yagokoro did a boob-job here and there, she explained how to make your butt bigger without pain to an odd aspiring influencer and so on. It was a side job to our regular work.

But now it sure as hell isn’t just a side job – Koishi interrupted.

Everything changed when Kanako came. She wanted to be unique among all the Youkai. At that point nearly every major influencer already had boob job and ass-advice. Therefore, she wanted something different. She wanted to have that unique thing between her legs. And so – Miss Yagokoro made her a futa. Goddess of the Moriya shrine was so pleased with the result, that she spread word about our clinic far and wide.

Telling many people about your clinic doesn’t sound like something bad.

At first glance it might seem good, but I assure you it was not. It wasn’t the word we wanted. Kanako didn’t promote our life-saving medicine, nor surgical mastery of miss Yagokoro. She talked over and over about three things: boobs, ass and futa. And so – hordes of her followers stormed our gates. Often times they scheduled an appointment, but abandoned us after their first visit or didn’t visit at all.

Why?

They didn’t want to visit our clinic as it actually was. They wanted to visit fictional clinic, which Kanako told them about – and were angry when their wild imaginations didn’t match with reality. They told us disgusting stuff like: ‘how can you make my boobs bigger, if your own chest is as flat as earth?’. Not to mention that they left bad reviews on the internet– which further hurt us. Surp...

How do you know that their reviews were bad, if you don’t use smartphones?

Mistress Kaguya has a computer, and she uses it to check what they write about us on reviewing sites. And then they wrote horrible things. They didn’t attack Eirin’s ability, nor my reception. Instead, they slandered our clothing and appearance: ‘If this is supposed to be breast and ass clinic, then why do they wear such boring clothes?’ And so, we were forced to adapt. I had to swap my regular suit for something more revealing. And miss Yagokoro... I admire her for what she does every day to keep this place afloat. We might not use social media ourselves – but they still changed our lives. And not for the better.

*****

Weeks passed. With each day Koishi felt better and calmer. Mr phone interrupted her no longer – she gladly gave it to Reisen when asked. Komeiji spent time reading books, talking with Reisen and playing with Tewi. She ate normal food, not slop nor energy drinks. Eirin was happy to treat her. Eientei truly felt like a safe heaven.

Miss doctor, can I stay here forever? – Koishi asked Eirin, who wore her normal blue-red dress.

Let me ask you a few questions first. Sigma. Omega male. SIX-SEVEN! NPC streams – Koishi got more and more confused with each word - do you know what any of these mean?

No.

Great! You are my first brainrot-free patient since forever! Your invisibility will be a great help to us – and don’t worry, you won’t work in the clinic. Now please go with Reisen, she’ll show you around the Eientei and explain what you will do.

Koishi went with rabbit. She couldn’t save Gensokyo, nor Satori – but she saved herself. She found a bastion of pure, ad-free space. Free from porn and crazy influencers. Free from antisocial media. And it was all that mattered.

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