Chapter 34
Fairy Sister
Outside the hotel, all kinds of guests continue to arrive, creating a scene like a termite nest. A bunch of termites are standing and sitting in groups along the road in a very long line. As soon as prey appears, the termite group immediately screams.
In real life, "film studios" recreate classic movies. The "golden branches, jade leaves" association is full of hot girls wearing gorgeous skirts and tops, and the light of jewelry is more dazzling than camera flashes. The flashy makeup is meant to make the "aristocratic" herd look "noble" in the eyes of fans obsessed with virtual fame. Brand beauties gather in a group, taking a photo together next to a car and post it on their personal pages under the title "Luxury":
"I took a supercar to attend a famous event. Did my ex-lover feel regret? Stranger, give me a like... Hi hi..."
After taking the selfie, they smile gracefully in response to the screams of terror. The deafening sound overwhelms doubts from those who scrutinize:
- Strange, the miniskirt looks like Nancy's, the crocodile jacket looks like Jessica's, and the gold bracelet looks like Linda's...
- The handbags look familiar too... It seems that the same batch of fakes originates from the country of Gentleman. Could it be that the rumors are true?
The crowd sneers:
- You're going to a place of royal luxury, a party full of fashionable aristocrats, and using fakes to humiliate yourself, stupid.
- That's when you have no brands to use.
- You are people who have no decent clothes to wear but criticize those who have conditions.
The crowd curses and bickers again. The one who criticizes "there is no brand name to use" stands closest to the beauty. He is pushed into the luxury group, so he apologizes hastily. The beauty smiles and says it is okay, don't feel guilty.
He is ecstatic about their friendly attitude. He takes every opportunity to scan the code for a video call to show off his meeting with the famous to his friends. But he fumbles with his hands and feet, so he accidentally scans the handbag with his phone, and the phone suddenly beeps.
He opens it and stares at the official website of the Gold Silver handbags belonging to the Sun country. The handbag on the phone is exactly the same as the handbag in the beauty's hand, and it is even a little less eye-catching than the beauty's handbag. He goes from looking at the screen and turns to the beauty, who waves at him. He mutters that he just accidentally scans the handbag, so why does the Illusia Halo go to the Gold Silver website:
"Could it be that the rumors are true?"
The surrounding guards suppress the commotion for a long time, the road for the beautiful women and famous people to continue moving forward becomes wider. Keen owl-like eyes watch the pile of brand-name goods:
- The bracelet is from the Golden Hand brand, the ring is from the Golden Finger Jewelry corporation. The necklace is from the Swan Neck brand. Submerging Fish dress and Falling Swallow clothing are woven from the best silk of the Gentleman country. The Gold Eye sunglasses and Halo Z are from the Federation empire. The Butterfly high heels are from the King country. The Sunlight watch is from the Cross country, and the Gold Silver handbags are from the Sun country. Damn, they use all world-famous brands!
Somewhere, Nhu Y's voice sounds sarcastically:
- A bunch of second-hand, low-class people!
Her voice is drowned out by the commotion. This person pats the other on the back and looks up at the shopping mall opposite the hotel. The giant screen on the top floor shows the moths in the toilet on the second floor of the Fame hotel.
A moment later, a group of people wearing clothes covered from head to toe, with sunglasses and masks, walk out of the hotel room. It seems that they have been waiting for the moths here for too long, so they hurry in.
People with jaws agape and eyes wide open watch the moths take off their shoes, clogs, jewelry, and clothes; white skin from a whitening bath reveals private parts on their naked bodies.
Day after day, the depths, half closed and half open, hide and lurk behind dresses that show above and reveal below, playing hide-and-seek all night until morning with a bunch of nymphomaniacs who lust after moths and chase butterflies.
A crowd with nothing but tadpoles flooding their brains itches their right eyes every moment, reddens their left pupils, looks up and shines down on thousands of paintings and photos showing off flesh. They put their faces close to video clips, watch each one, and hope to see paradise.
Once upon a time, the enchanted place only took half a second to slide by, and the believers of the mysterious labyrinth shouted praises in ecstasy. This person encouraged fairies to bathe in the open air, others called for nudity for the sake of the environment; the serious young people cursed the cheap bunch of prostitutes.
Now, devotees of the worship of pristine beauty are happily whipping out their Halo Illusias, frantically opening their Phantom Mirrors to record clips and take photos of their idols in their soaking wet dreams, with not a piece of cloth covering their bodies.
- Hahaha... It's so delicious... my whole body is hard...
- Oh, my idol is so smooth.
- I really feel like I am winning the lottery today, so lucky to the extent my soul splatters.
- Quick, spin your hands—no, wrong... Take a video, or we'll be too late, guys.
High school girl students and fangirls just now were full of praise, admiring the piles of branded goods from head to toe with excitement. Every time the Idol raised his hands, raised his feet, and released the figure of an angel, they howled wildly to express their admiration.
Now the idol reveals his "goods" in a place that requires caution but still exposes his body every day, showing the flesh to a crowd that is always eager to have sex with the Idol in the fantasy of drooling but unable to eat.
Every red-eye sentence, curse, sneer, sarcasm, and every expression in the virtual world brings butterflies and moths to heaven on earth. A place where fame is filled with the strong smell of lust, gold money is padded under warm mattresses, soft blankets for butterflies and moths to trade and sell their bodies.
Crazy fans only see the hotgirl burning the eyes of a bunch of lustful young buffaloes during the day, those who live in the virtual world don't know that at night the idol heats the bed and mattress for the old buffalo herd to nibble on tender grass.
Protecting the idol at any time and in any situation, the devout believers have the opportunity to obtain the hardcore fan badge, so the association that goes crazy for the fairy sister immediately defends the angel they worship with vitriolic curses:
- Damn, which loathsome bastard plays this dirty game? Her whole family eats postpartum blood, gets into car accidents, dies on the road, and dies in the market!
- I'm going to find out which bastard, which bitch with a leisure crotch dares to humiliate the fairy sister. I'm going to kill their entire family!
- I know who these dogs are. I'll give you all a taste of sulfuric acid!
Cursing on the street isn't enough, so the crazy fans sacrifice the vulture that is flying and pecking at their idol:
- You guys are taking bloody pictures… ah… turn it off now!!
- What dogs are shooting clips? Turn off the camera, you bastards!
The crowd is craving "women" to chronic levels, becoming scapegoats. Their mouths and tongues are currently splattering with gynecological filth and waste:
- These dogs, don't you dick-daddy guys and bitch-moms know how to teach your kids? Delete the clips, turn them off!
- Damn it, you have no shame, still laughing at other people's pain!
- Die your mother! A craving horde... you are worse than animals!
A bunch of people haven't needed to know what shame is since the day butterflies and moths have flown for them to check the goods. However, hearing the insults of a bunch of stylish girls, the humiliation of being cursed by women immediately drives them mad with anger when the hot clip is ruined at the last minute:
- Shut up, you sluts, I'm going to smash your mouth right now!
- Dogs criticize cats with lots of hair!
Nhu Y smiles and shakes her shoulders, watching a live show of a bunch of virtual lives cursing each other in real life. She shows smugness and looks at the dogs mutely barking. Each dog cannot close his mouth so wide that his jaws become stiff, and they stare at the transition clip: the "jade leaves and golden branches" hotgirl association scrambled to take off all ordinary clothes, hoods, and masks, and then swapped clothes with the moths.
TV cameras and modern cameras compete with each other to capture prey. Nhu Y is wildly happy to see vultures photographing the uncomfortable faces of moths, despises the pile of unluxurious clothes, smacks her lips wistfully, wears a hat and a mask, goes outside and observes.
The hotgirl association divided up a bunch of famous brands. One girl wore Nancy's miniskirt, Jessica's crocodile jacket, Linda's gold bracelet, My My's necklace, and Lucy's leather clogs. Another girl wore Yumi's off-the-shoulder dress, Eva's fox fur scarf, Angela's glasses, Ive's ring, Haley's high heels, and Lisa's handbag. The rest of the hotgirls reenacted the classic second hand scene.
Dressed neatly, with jewelry glittering from head to toe, waiting for the security signal outside, "jade leaves golden branches" immediately walked out of the bathroom. Their luxurious style was twice as high as the moth herd.
The Hotgirl Association leisurely took the elevator down to the hotel basement, where three cars had been parked for a long time, and the cars carried the hotgirls to the streets. A few minutes later, they appeared in this frivolous place.
Everything is clearer than in the daytime, but the crazy fans still defend the Idol to rebuild the Idol that is collapsing:
- Those bastards who secretly invade other people's private lives will all be imprisoned until woodworms gnaw the cangue![1]
- Damn it, a bunch of idiots are just well-fed and smug from a good life, now they're harming kind people!
The lechers goggle-eye and shout:
- Shut up, you idiots, if you keep barking, daddy will break all your teeth!
Those who have been "sensible" have realized that among the girl fans and high school girls, many have spent all their savings, and some have stolen money saved by their parents. They have "donated" all their sweat and tears to the Fairy Sister Association for the Idol to eat, play, follow trends, and buy brands to become princesses and queens in the virtual world.
If someone has slipped up with words or a slipping keyboard has criticized the Idol, fans have frantically lifted up their skirts and slapped their thighs, have scratched the keyboard until it has sunk in, and have cursed the person until they have fallen face down for being the kind of person with red eyes and jealousy. From the smart to the stupid, no one has understood those who have volunteered to be slaves for idols:
- Stupid, yet still proving dangerous, a buffalo looking for a buffalo, or a horse looking for a horse[2]. As stupid as a dog, I wonder if they can remember parents' birthdays, but serve the whores, let them eat, play, and dance. Humiliation!
- They know their stupidity but stubbornly defend to cover up the chronic stupidity that has been exposed and they are still trying to hide!
Crazy fans don't need the worldly people to understand why they serve their idols more than their parents. Those who sanctify idols only need to know how to protect them at all costs, regardless of right or wrong:
- The sisters are more beautiful than the Miss World, holier than the gods. Beautiful people and beautiful personalities are worthy of fans' worship. We give our precious everything to our idols. The sisters are waiting for the opportunity to display their talents, and we must help the talented ones to debut in gorgeous clothes. Have your brains been opened, you guys idiots?!
- Not equal to others, immediately becoming envious, being jealous of weak-legged and soft-handed girls. Fuck, don't you have any shame, teach life with a raised hypocritical voice!
Nhu Y laughs wildly at the chaotic scene until tears flow out. She poses with her arms crossed, springy, enjoying the classic drama she directs.
At this time, on one side, a fangirl opens her mouth wide and curses at the young buffalo. On the other side, the vultures finish shooting the video clip, then click the camera and pan the flash to capture the miserable appearance of the main actors. The pure and noble image of the holy girl collapses and shatters, and the spirit of the hotgirl association is shattered under the rain of bricks and stones falling on their heads:
- Do you see that? I say it is not a rumor and you mock me for being envious. You still defend the pure and holy idol like fairy sisters, claiming they can't do such dirty and smelly tricks.
The girl is exposed by her lover and immediately gets angry, twisting her hips:
- You want me to be humiliated like those prostitutes, right?
He laughs, "heh heh," trying to hold back the pain, and listens to the busybodies matter-of-factly asking:
- What rumors, friend?
The pear seller knows that the cucumber seller is playing dumb, but in fact knows more about this lively drama than anyone else. He still pretends to be stupid and asks:
- It's so famous, but you really don't know?
The cucumber seller slightly parts his lips and laughs evilly, acting a trick with someone who likes to find fault like himself:
- We belong to the association of the most ancient people; we can't keep up with the fast-living people of the modern civilized era.
Nhu Y laughs triumphantly, listening to the tosser and the receiver scornfully humiliate the trendy girls.
- Oh, I will enlighten you about a cosmic culture billions of light-years beyond the planet.
The camera focuses on a close-up of the hotgirls, who stand motionless, as if frozen. Their Halo and handbags fall like figs, the naked truth daubs ash on the image of the pure princess. Their eyes are frozen to the point of motionlessness, their lips twitch constantly on their pale purple faces, and they listen angrily to the crowd's gossip and sarcasm:
- The princess who flaunts such a luxurious life is not the daughter of a peacock, the granddaughter of a phoenix, or jade leaves golden branches!
The gossiper narrows his eyes and looks the princess up and down:
- All the princesses are prettier than fairies and younger than a herd of young buffaloes, but they aren't from aristocratic families—probably prying open the drainpipes to dig out a pile of exorbitantly expensive brands.
The crowd of busybodies glances at the suspected princess with disdain:
- Don't tell me they open their legs and stretch their groins every day just to gold-dig from old rich goats.
- If you don't love them, don't speak so bitterly. - The guy who spills the beans frowns. - The princesses' 'heart and soul' carry the entire dignity of the sky. They can't sell their bodies cheaply like butterflies or moths.
Nhu Y giggles, glances at the group of hotgirls forcing smiles. Everyone wears a calm expression, but red and purple spread to their ears.
- The holy princess association has pooled money together to buy branded goods and use them together!
They have all pretended to be clueless and have laughed hysterically, their bodies trembling. He has shrugged and smirked as he 'praised':
- The hoe-citizen Idols have lived 'healthy,' 'modest and frugal.' Truly, 'morality' has beaten 'beauty' to death. Hahaha.
They all ho-ho with mockery, smugly grin, and burst into triumphant laughter that echoes through the street. The hotgirl association clenches their teeth in silence, swallowing the rage that chokes their throats. Tears well up, smudging mascara, expensive lipstick, and powder—roughly equivalent to a laborer's monthly salary.
Deep down, they want to dig a hole and hide underground, but the fairy sisters are determined to protect their image with calm composure. They don't care about the mouths and tongues of crows and owls. Ignoring the flashing cameras they have long anticipated, the princesses smile gracefully, pick up what has fallen, and walk away from the chaos.
Crazy fans admire the aura of their idol—caught in the dust of the mortal world without grievance, stained by filthy mud yet completely unfazed. A bunch of virtual lives sings in chorus to defend the Idol and preserve their own dignity:
- My Idols are so brave. I love you all!
- The poor are despised, the rich are envied, the talented are buried, the gentle are bullied—it's hard and foolish to try pleasing the world!
- Sisters are abandoned by the world, but I'm still your loyal fan!
- Sisters, don't be sad. Public figures can't avoid right and wrong. Don't be ashamed of your conscience. Living without mistakes like them is okay!
The mocking crowd refuses to let go:
- Oh, didn't you drive to the party and take selfies showing off your lemongrass lime [3]? Now you ride a two-legged car, Idol?!
- The car must be rented or borrowed! Hahahaha!
Ignoring the jeers, the crazy fans follow the Idol, showering her with flattery and comfort. The Idol smiles bitterly in return. A few chicks escort the hotgirl squad partway down the road, then say goodbye.
The rest follow like a shadow to its form—inseparable, like body and shadow. But when they reach a place with only feral cats and mad dogs, the crazy fans suddenly blow hot and cold, jump up, and tear off the idol's clothes:
- These damn whores—poor but obsessed with trends!
- I don't expect you all to be such loathsome vaginas. You're bad people with bad character!
- Strip these virtual-life whores of everything! That gold shaker is bought with my savings! Give it back, sluts!
- This handbag, this watch, Halo Illusia—part of the money comes from our donations! I have to steal from my old parents to support you. Damn it, we have to get back everything we lose!
The holy girls don't know where to vent their anger, and the mortals fly off the handle, demanding to rob priceless assets. The pile of gold is the magic wand that turns Cinderella into a princess, the nectar that feeds silkworms into butterflies. The fairies instantly turn into demons, fighting to reclaim the magic that changes their lives:
- You give me money voluntarily, and now you want blood...? You're stupid—then die, you bunch of dog brains!
- This ring is mine! If you dare rob me, I'll kill your whole family!
- Damn you slut! Get your filthy hands off me!
The holy girl scrambles to grab the property, and the mortals bite and tear at it like a pack of mad dogs. Both sides struggle, and suddenly the crazy fan's Halo Illusia keeps sending strange signals. The fan gets angry and wants to turn off the phone, but is immediately dumbfounded, staring at the screen showing the genuine Gold Silver website, while the bottom of a handbag glows and flashes.
Fans watch a video clip of police busting a bunch of criminal gangs from the Gentleman country who buy and sell fake and imitation goods. The police gently touch the Halo to the bag, and the chip inside glows, causing the Halo to instantly receive the signal and automatically browse the Gold Silver website.
The representative of Gold Silver states that genuine products do not have chips installed—to prevent counterfeits. All items with chips or modern tech are fake. Now the situation repeats itself. Fans laugh contemptuously, realizing the lemongrass lime[3] hotgirl used fakes to deceive.
- Damn, you lowly cheap sluts, you're more rotten whores than I imagined!
- Grandma must turn you into Cinderella! Slut!
The idol, shameless, still pats her gynecology hard, refuting every sentence:
- This is an era where dignity is worth half a cent. The wise are happy, the foolish are dead. All of you idiots die, you dog-brained sluts!
The whole bunch yanks hair, claws and slaps with loud smacks, faces puff up and bruise. They wrestle each other to the ground, snatching back the treasures they once tenderly gave.
The melee is captured by a distant disguised mini camera. The peeper chews gum, clacking loudly, laughing hysterically, enjoying the success of hacking into the fan's phone to scan the chip code.
He adjusts the sound and lighting of the video clips from beginning to end, proudly smirks, and moves the camera over a pile of stray dogs and feral cats fleeing in panic.
The battle ends in a tie. The holy girls, furious, spit out blood-stained saliva, while the mortals pant and wipe their sweat. The stalker takes a photo of both parties leaving with the looted property. Proudly, he sends the clips and photos to the planner. The one who fears a world without chaos suppresses his laughter, presses the phone key, and sends a message:
Super product of super product. Upload all the clips and photos to the Internet to relieve stress for the whole world. You'll get the group employee card this weekend!
The guy who secretly filmed the video celebrates wildly. He laughs as the huge bonus transfers into his account, swipes his finger, and sends a message to the mastermind:
Thank you, Nhu Y lady!
Nhu Y turns off her phone and throws a thick stack of money on the ground. Pear and cucumber vendors scramble to grab it.
Nhu Y doesn't hire these pranksters, but she likes how they spill the beans about the trendy girls. The morbid girl gets excited and gives them a large reward. Everyone stuffs a wad of money into their pockets and bows:
- Yah, next time there's drama or scandal, we'll volunteer to entertain the lady!
- Yah, we bid you farewell!
Nhu Y nods with satisfaction, waves like a queen to signal her servants to retreat. She looks in the mirror to correct her solemn appearance, changes her outfit, walks out of the shadows from the backyard, lifts her skirt gracefully, and arrives at the hotel door to greet the protagonist of the reunion ceremony.
Notes
[1] It means that one doesn't know when one will be released from prison.
[2] Metaphor: The idiom carries both positive and negative connotations. In general, it refers to how people with similar interests, personalities, or aspirations tend to find each other and form connections. However, in Vietnam, the phrase is often interpreted more negatively—implying that bad people naturally gravitate toward other bad people to socialize and form groups.
[3] As for the phrase "lemongrass lime" (chanh sả in Vietnamese), it may sound abstract in English, but it's a playful and sarcastic way to describe someone who appears luxurious, stylish, and superior in beauty or wealth. It originates from the slang term sang chảnh, which loosely translates to "luxury" or "high-class."
In Vietnamese culture, "chanh sả" is often used with irony or humor. It can be a compliment with a mocking undertone—especially in situations where someone is envied or disliked for their perceived status. For example, people might say "so lemongrass lime!" or "beautiful lemongrass lime!" to tease someone who's showing off or trying to appear glamorous.
While "luxury" is the closest English equivalent to sang chảnh, it doesn't fully capture the layered meaning and cultural nuance of the Vietnamese phrase. Still, the two terms are similar enough to convey the general idea.