Yes

Wait... did my webcam just turn on? I stop stroking and my dick starts getting soft immediately. My mood is definitely killed.

"Fuck! What the hell is using my webcam?" I mumble to myself. I bring up the task manager and start looking through the currently running tasks. Nothing seems out of place, but then, I'm not exactly a computer guru. Is it possible that popup was right? Do I have a computer virus? Or... oh no. "Fuck!!" I yell. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" It occurs to me that when I tried to get rid of the popup and misclicked... I might have gotten a virus from that. Popups are notorious for that kind of thing, right?

I open up a search in my browser for some free anti-virus software, and get a "check your internet" response. Wait, what? I know I'm online. I was literally watching a video just a few moments ago. I frown and find myself wondering if this could be another aspect of whatever has infected my system.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" I groan. I can't afford this right now. I have work tomorrow at 8AM, and I need my computer for it. Landing a data entry telework job a few weeks ago had been an absolute jackpot considering I'd nearly run out of funds. Another couple weeks without work would have seen me getting evicted from my apartment. "Fuck..." I groan again. I look at the time. It's 4pm. If I chuck my computer into my car and drive like there's no tomorrow, I can probably hit up a computer repair place before they close, with enough time for them to look at it and hopefully fix it.

Or... I could keep trying to fix it on my own.