[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 co

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,

One might have mistaken us for mother and daughter, though fairies didn’t typically have parents. Similarly green hair, that easy, graceful way she held herself, even the way she scanned the room, brazenly staring into the eyes of others. Doubtless she was savoring this opportunity granted by my company – what an opportunistic little thing!

I approached a table against a wall without regarding any of the other patrons and produced a vibrant red picnic blanket from my little leather satchel. I unfolded it and billowed it out, snuffing out the already hushed conversation in the pub.

After the cloth had fully unfurled, I let the fabric slowly flutter its way onto the table. We two took our seats opposite one another and in less than the space of two breaths the pink-haired server of the establishment came, Miyoi. She held a notebook and pencil, and wore work-worn yet clean clothes. The light from the lanterns put her face in shadow as she faced us – though that did nothing to hide her nervousness.

She met my eye out of the corner of her own. I held my head cupped in my hands, elbows resting on the table. I leaned over to get a better look at her – A little chubby, yes, but would you look at those breasts! If I leaned over I was in the shadow of them…

She cleared her throat, took in air to speak, and said “Would you like me to take your order, Ms. Yuuka?”

“Oh, you want to take our order.” I pulled myself from the shadow of her breasts. “I’m very sorry, Mi-Mi, you just look so gorgeous tonight. I was enthralled.” I turned to my escort, who was watching me with a deliciously smug look on her face. “Little Dai – forgive the oxymoron – will be making the order.”
“Of course.”
Dai’s eyes did not hasten to meet Miyoi’s. “Ah. Hmmmm… Tsk tsk tsk…”

She’d done this all night. Acted all thoughtful before simply buying the most expensive thing available… Was she testing my patience? My finances? I wanted to choke her whenever she did that.

“Two rounds of mixed meat skewers” She flicked her gaze to me, the picture of modesty. “Is that alright with you, Miss Yuuka?”

“Of course, dear.” I was almost shocked. I w

Fate has decreed that entries go here. By chance, you spot the rules post in the distance: >>/gensokyo/17894

“Would you please reconsider?”

My voice trembles with unease as I face Mononobe no Futo, my master, standing before me in the tranquil halls of the Senkai, the hidden realm of the Taoist hermits. Futo lets out a dramatic sigh, her petite frame leaning toward me with a playful glint in her eyes. Despite her youthful appearance—looking no older than a girl of twelve—her centuries of wisdom as a shikaisen make her far more experienced than I, a mere disciple. She tiptoes slightly, poking my forehead with a delicate finger.

“Tch, ‘tis not as though I have a choice, aye?” she says, her tone teasing yet firm. “This be an order from Lady Toyosatomimi no Miko herself!”

Her words ring true, and I can only let out a muffled groan. The order in question is a mission to investigate a human outsider who recently wandered into Gensokyo. Rumor has it this man caught Miko’s attention, and she specifically requested Futo to handle the matter. Such assignments aren’t uncommon—outsiders often stir trouble in Gensokyo—but the problem lies in the man’s reputation. Whispers among the youkai and humans alike paint him as a notorious womanizer, a scoundrel who’s left a trail of broken hearts and scandalous tales. Some even claim he’s charmed youkai into submission, a feat that speaks to both his cunning and his danger.

The man’s moral failings are undeniable—he’s a cad, plain and simple. Yet, his skill in navigating Gensokyo’s chaotic landscape is unmatched, earning him a strange sort of respect among the powers that be. For someone like me, a lowly disciple still proving my worth under Futo’s tutelage, there’s no room to protest Miko’s decision. I have no authority, no leverage to change the course of this mission.

“Thou art truly a worrywart, disciple!” Futo chirps, her lips curling into a mischievous grin.

She leans forward, peering up at me with those wide, deceptively innocent eyes. Her small hand gently envelops my clenched fist, her touch warm and reassuring. On her left ring finger gleams a simple band, a twin to the one I wear—a symbol of the bond we’ve forged over years of training and trust. It’s a reminder of the vows we made, no

As a disclaimer; this was originally made in response to another Anon's writings and a thread prompt. The numbers for those posts are 49240074, and 49284211. Later I decided I should rewrite my posts to be of a higher standard of quality, but then jp went down.
Currently there are no plans to continue this beyond being a lewd one-shot due to me already being busy with other things.
I hope you enjoy.

The sun hangs low outside your cabin window, casting the mountainside in twilight that leaks through your window, intermixing with candlelight. It has been two weeks since you arrived in 'Gensokyo,' the land of illusion and paradise. Or so the Daitengu claimed through the translation of her pipe-fox servant, Tsukasa.

Although your arrival was the furthest thing from auspicious, falling into a mineshaft. Since then, the Daitengu had put you in a cliffside cabin for your safety until she found a way to return you home, although you did not entirely trust her. In the meantime, looking for a way to repay them, you've started learning more Japanese.

"Mhhh, thinking about something?" Tsukasa says, snapping you from your thoughts. As she stands in the doorway of your room, Tsukasa's thin white romper is almost translucent.

As she approaches, you find yourself distracted by the suggestiveness of the thin white romper loosely tied around her body, barely concealing her lithe and flexible body. But as soon as she opens her mouth, it's all down to business. "So, have you made any more progress on your Japanese?"

You tell her you've started translating Bram Stoker's Dracula, which you had on you when you arrived. You've completed the preface, and the scrapped zeroth chapter included in your edition so far.

Tsukasa hops onto your desk, "Iizunamaru-sama doesn't care about that, you know?"

No! You say that keeping yourself busy is essential to staying sane, even if it's just translating a book you have. Even now, you can feel the narrow walls of your cabin closing in and constricting your heart. Even if the Daitengu and Tsukasa are probably manipulating, you don't

You were invited to Komeiji Koishi's room privately. Where she was waiting. She always stunned you, wearing a miniskirt combined with pantyhose which quite frankly turned you on. This was exacerbated by her very assertive nature and would sometimes press her plump butt against you innocently.

Anyway, while you were wondering. "Koishi why did you want me here?" You asked "Not much I just wanted to talk~ come closer and kneel at the bed." Koishi replied

You stuttered before sitting at the foot of the bed right in front of her. Then koishi crossed her legs giving her an even better view of her pantyhose covered thighs. "This is what you want dont you? You want to see my legs and do lewd things to me~?"

Just her crossing her legs, those slight jiggles in her thighs as she crossed them was enough to give you a hard on. She uncrossed her legs then opened her legs to you and sat back a bit revealing her prize she wasn't wearing panties. Holding her thigh and pressing four fingers to her covered slit and slightly opening it through her black pantyhose.

"I'm wearing pantyhose so it's not technically lewd~ Take a niiiice look at my private part~" Koishi teased. She knew what she was doing but I stared on.

"I know you want to stuff your face inside my butt and between my legs. Go on and do it~" Koishi cooed

You inched toward koishis crotch before completely immersing yourself as your face and nose pressed her plump pussy. You smelled and licked her sex through the pantyhose carefully but hungrily. Koishi gasped "Hah~!" As you stuffed your face deeper into her plump crotch

You licked and sniffed deeper through her pantyhose. Your hard-on pressed against the bed as you pressed further into her crotch sniffing and licking her plump sex.

"ahhhh~ haaahhh~ yesss~" Koishi moans some as she puts a hand on your head presses you deeper. She then twitched and tensed as pussy juice came out of her plump pussy as you hungrily licked and sniffed her. Her legs flared up twitching in the air as she leaned back onto the bed.

Koishi was now in check. Check as in shes about to