Go home

Jake heads back home. Well, his parent's home, as he's a neet. His increased sensitivity proves somewhat troublesome, courtesy of the slight friction from walking, but nothing particularly eventful happens on the way back.

He can't let anyone know, not even his parents. However, he needs money. Jake wasn't really noteworthy for his marketable skills or charisma, but as a scrappy fellow, he hops on his laptop and got to work finding work.

Website designer? Nah. Pet sitter? Nope. Damn, this is impossible.

Jake sees a third-party ad among the classifieds that reads "LIVE HORNY SLUTS DO YOUR REQUESTS! PRIVATE SESSIONS! THE SEXIEST STREAMS ARE HERE READY FOR YOU KING!" A camwhore site? Jake immediately feels his chest tighten at the prospect of streaming his miniscule nub to a live audience, however... He is a novelty now. Maybe someone would want to pay to see something like that. Plus he doesn't even have to show his face.