Chapter 41
Longing
The virtual world floats gynecology around again, the urine-smelling garbage drowns and clogs outside real life. Nhu Y feels bored watching a bunch of puppets dance to make money for the media, so she gets in the car, leans back in the chair, crosses her legs, sneers, and watches the movie she directs on her Phantom Mirror Z.
The clip of the Hot Girls changing clothes stays at the top of tonight's hottest keywords. Netizens slam their hands onto keyboards—minors and adults, boys and girls, serious young people, those who pretend to be dumb, and those who are truly dumb but still fantasize about being smart. Regardless of age, regardless of vulgarity, everyone competes to prove who is the young buffalo of the year.
The dispute remains inconclusive, and the immortal crowd from the primitive era instantly spills over into clips of Hot Girls fighting and looting things with fangirls. The crowd can't believe their eyes at first. But their attitude quickly shifts—they laugh like maniacs behind the screen, their ten fingers skimming across the keys more skillfully than ballet dancers, keyboard-dancing to compete for the title of Internet hero:
- Wow, hot like a clothes swap clip.
- The most popular keyword tonight ranks first. Haha.
- The princess has sweet and delicious flesh, long white legs, breast circumference bigger than her face.
- Wow, fangirl is delicious too. If that curvy ass lifts up in front of me, I pound rice all night! Ho ho.
- I let you pound rice. I just like bricklaying fangirls and Hot Girls. Heh heh.
- I volunteer to be a Luohan pushing a bull cart and take them to the top of heaven. Ho... ho... ho...
- Shut up, you uneducated stupid dogs. Be less uneducated!
- Dog mouths always rot!
- The ancestors of the crazy bitch, affect your rice pot ah, you rush in like a mad dog to bite daddy?
- Dead dog guy's slut mother—those bitchy-faced whores are your mom, huh? You jump in to defend them?
- Oh, you're right. He's a bastard guy. He doesn't know he's the son of some old guy with clogs.
- I just xxx your mom, dog guy. Her moans give my ears an orgasmic feeling. Want to see it? Daddy throws this clip to you.
- Criticizing is uncultured, but cursing someone a dog—highly cultured... splatter...
- Grandma is only cultured with people, not with dogs!
- Oh, you understand dog language, huh? Crazy dog!
Nhu Y laughs so hard that tears smudge all over her face. She enters the online sales page and immediately sees comedy movies pinned to the top. She watches with satisfaction as the conspecifics of the young buffaloes stir up commotion—thousands of comments jump nonstop, millions of likes, countless icons: haha, shooting hearts, embrace-the-loving-heart, wow. Especially next to the anger icon is one shedding tears, sad about a generation that no one can count.
Nhu Y rolls around in the car with laughter, enjoying classic movies that flood all major video channels around the world, dominate domestic forums, associations, and groups. The hacker guy just posts a clip on a foreign website. A bunch of Prehistoric roll-callers immediately throw the clip onto major global platforms, attacking the personal pages of world superstars:
- Where are the brothers and sisters of Prehistoric Kingdom? Roll call so the world knows who we are.
- Prehistoric Kingdom roll call!
- Roll call.
- I roll call too.
- This guy steps aside, let me roll call.
- Yeah, roll call.
- Foreign friends in Prehistoric Kingdom or other countries also roll call for fun!
- Congratulations to friends from Prehistoric Kingdom. I can't remember how many times your country becomes the brightest in the world. Tonight, you help your country become famous again. Let's party all night long!
Countless swaggering people, proud of doing a great job promoting their country to the world, gleefully thank the praise—unaware they are being mocked with sarcasm.
- Thanks my friend, welcome to Prehistoric!
- Finally, the whole world knows that Prehistoric Kingdom feasts and revels no less than any other country!
- Oh, Prehistoric Kingdom attracts worldwide attention. Be proud of Prehistoric Kingdom!
Welcome international friends to our beautiful, friendly, fragrant, delicious, nutritious, inexpensive, cool-eyes, hot-bodies country!
When you come to Prehistoric Kingdom, you experience countless unprecedented, unique things in human history!
The observant crowd knows that they are being ridiculed, but they ignore it. A bunch of dangerous tribes do not stop playing games, they plan to throw garbage into the "homes" of leaders in the world.
After the incident where the Prehistoric herd's roll call led to rioting, they said vulgar words, cursed, and poured a pile of garbage on the head of state's webpage... which made... dozens and hundreds of countries and regions afraid of the monsters from the Prehistoric Kingdom.
As a result, they all pressed the buttons for blocking comments and blocking sharing at the same time, and many countries even blocked everything that came from the Prehistoric in the virtual world.
This year, the beastly nature is not allowed to be satisfied, and the crowd goes crazy, posting on the world's largest porn sites. Nhu Y chokes with saliva and coughs heavily, but can't help laughing, so hard that she laughs loudly with every sound, while watching a bunch of lechers lacking chronic "girl" smell, addicted... but there is no hole to vent desire, they are watching sex, instantly rushing past, irradiating the goods of butterflies and moths:
Oh my god... plump pussy... soft...
You guys look at their groins, the bottom of the hole is high and the hill rises high, it's so exciting to play with them that you will faint on the bed.
Big and round on top, petite slim between, curvy and full on the bottom, raised in the center, slim and pure white on the sides. Fuck, my whole body is stiff, guys.
I played all of these whores, it was normal.
Shut up, shooting storm guy, you're so hungry that mouth is rotten and you're still showing off.
You are not the son of a rich man, wake up from your dream, you paranoid idiot.
Fuck these dogs, are you guys jealous of dad?
Envy dick... guy is tadpoles rushing to their brains, watch less sex, brain atrophy, dog...
Dad has this 9gb clip, do you want to see it, loser guys?
Throw it to dad now, is there blood...?
Who do you think you are?
Remember that bitch whose 9gb clip was leaked last year? He thought that he himself was the one who, together with that girl, had cheated on her boyfriend.
You guys are off topic again, stop swearing at each other and let's focus on checking out those whores' goods; I just saw their jungles exposed!
Fuck these sick guys, shut up and watch, bragging... blood...
Goat desire must also have a little culture!
Culture... dick... has entered the brothel web still teaching life... cages.
Father guy cunt face, it has entered the high brothel, and still thinks it's a noble upstairs house!
Nhu Y laughs out loud and glances at the guy who is still boasting despite the lack of girly scent all year round:
The guy who played with butterflies and moths couldn't compare to me, because I once had a foursome with Ngoc and her two daughters. They moaned under my crotch, were so orgasmic that they died and resurrected, the bed was flooded... Hahahaha...
The group of erotic maniacs craving for cunt immediately rushes up to attack him, mocking, insulting, cursing, despising this paranoid lunatic, but the guy who "shoots wind into a storm" still continues to call the wind and shout the rain: Previously, due to poverty, Luu Ly was sick and penniless, forcing Ngoc and her two daughters to hide from their husbands and become prostitutes in a distant place. Some time later, the mother and her two daughters were all pregnant, but they still raised their buttocks and opened their groins for the customers to enjoy.
A bunch of perverts don't believe in nonsense. Nhu Y sneers, not caring at all that the morbids are scratching the keyboard and cursing each other until they are in chaos. She switches back to checking the online sales group. An hour ago, there have been only a few dozen likes; no ghost has wanted to comment.
The hot clip has appeared, and a storm of millions of likes and tens of thousands of shares has poured in. The tsunami of comments has engulfed the association and group in the milk of fame that has radiated the intense smell of benefits.
The contact information advertisement has been gorgeously shrouded in the dense decoration, which has left only the timeline for the shop owner to introduce the product.
Before the hot clip appeared, the owner has livestreamed to the point of a broken tongue, tired hands, and a bent neck, holding pants, and lifting a shirt, but there has been no ghost that has cared. Now there has been no need to do anything; the owner has been sitting, shaking his thighs and biting melon seeds, enjoying sucking fame and not slipping any shot.
In another development, a crowd that imagined raping Anh Dao is on their way home. Inside the car, everyone has white leather armrests, blue eyes, and blond hair. The prostitutes hit the swollen cheeks and slap the burning face, playing all sadistic games to please those who like to climb to the top in humiliation.
The prostitutes playing the role of Miss World twist and turn, tying the necks of a bunch of masochists with ties and dog chains, wrestling them onto their backs, dancing with the lower bodies of the dreamers who have sex with the dream girl:
- Torture me, torture your dog, Cherry!
- Ho ho, orgasmic splatter soul, I love you! Stronger, I want my whole body to bleed under your hands!
The prostitutes serve the masochists' sick hobbies wholeheartedly, beating, slapping, scratching, tearing bleeding skin, and then laughing heh heh:
- Are you satisfied, baby?
- This pervert dares to stir, please quickly ask the master to punish you for your crime of resistance!
- The slave is waiting for the master to give the whip, reward with a blow, and crush the body, master. The more pain the slave feels, the better it is, especially when he feels good with the Cherry master, ascends to heaven immediately!
They have been abused by beasts from before until now, but now it is the prostitutes who are violently abusing their clients, causing hearty laughter, torturing a bunch of perverts until orgasmic pass out, the game is over.
A prostitute wipes her hands, smiles contemptuously, lights a cigarette, takes a long breath, exhales the smoke, and squints at a car passing by parallel. Over there, the old mayor presses the mouth of blue-eyed blonde girl to his crotch, he holds it tightly, does not let go for half a second, raises his lips to release cigar smoke:
- Heh heh, this whore isn't as sophisticated as Anh Dao!
He glances at the assistant guy who is stabbing a needle, dripping candles into another prostitute's body, and forcing her to call herself Anh Dao. The bestial sex scene continues to the mayor's villa. The old guy throws money at the naked bodies of the two prostitutes, throwing contemptuous looks before entering the house.
Mayor walks to the hot spring pool in the backyard, where a group of blonde, blue-eyed, white-skinned beauties are playing in the lake. When the western butterflies see him coming back, half of them put their hands on the lake and laugh, while the other half swoop over and strip mayor of his clothes. The old guy laughs happily, hugs the waists of the two most beautiful and charming girls. The modern emperor lets the butterflies fly freely and perch to caress him, he sings obscene songs as he walks:
This peach is pink peach
Beautiful, tender fresh
Sweet water, skin fragrance
I take every bite too deeply
Water floods mouth
Numbness lips, melt tongue, pleasure groans, huh huh!
With each lyric, he snuggles up to the breasts of a bunch of prostitutes, sniffing, biting, sucking. Mayor takes a dip in a hot spring pool, surrounded by a swarm of butterflies doing all kinds of dirty perversions.