Jake didn't ask to be isekai'd.
He didn't fall into a magic portal, didn't get hit by Truck-kun, didn't even sneeze during a solar flare. He just… blacked out during a third beer and woke up in a new apartment on a world that looked suspiciously like Earth—if Earth had taken the last ten years and replaced every human job with smiling, steel-titted robots and government-approved streaming platforms.
Here, if you weren't a streamer, you were a nobody. Period.
Jake had tried for weeks. Applied for food delivery—robots were faster. Tried being a janitor—bots didn't get tired. Tried escorting, even—turns out AI companions came with fully customizable genitalia and five-star cuddle settings.
So, naturally, he gave up.
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He cracked open a bottle of synthetic wine labeled "Eros Blood – Berry Flavor" (which tasted like cough syrup) and fell ass-first onto his stained futon. The holo-projector, old and dirty, beeped twice before auto-loading his last viewed content: Velvet Chains.
A soft moan filled the room.
Jake's head swiveled. Angelique filled the screen, corset halfway unlaced, sweat-kissed thighs parted on silk sheets. That movie—that fucking movie—was his weakness.
Angelique's voice slithered down his spine like liquid sex.
Jake didn't hesitate. His cock was already half-hard and twitching in his boxers. He shoved them down with one hand and wrapped the other around his shaft—long, thick, flushed dark with need. He spat into his palm and smeared it down the length, letting out a guttural groan as his hips bucked into his fist.
What he didn't notice?
The tiny blinking red dot on his outdated VR rig.
The live now notification quietly pinging behind him.
The auto-connect feature linking him to SpankNetLive's "Unfiltered Amateur" category.
He was streaming.
🔴 LIVE NOW: "New Streamer – Untagged"
Viewer count: 12
Viewer count: 47
Viewer count: 189
Live Chat:
💬 @PeachThirstTrap69: "Holy shit he's REALLY doing it."
💬 @CumbotPrime: "That's raw af. No script. Just dick."
💬 @MilkMeDaddy420: "Bro moans like a pornstar and doesn't even know he's online 😭"
💬 @SitOnHisFacePlz: "I wanna sit on that face wtf."
Jake leaned back, head lolling against the wall, abs flexing with each slow pump of his hand. He was drunk, horny, and completely unaware of the hundred+ strangers watching him get himself off to a vintage porn classic.
His strokes were sloppy. He gripped the base tight and slid up with twisting flicks of his wrist, watching Angelique ride her co-star on screen like it was her divine right.
"Fuck… fuck… Angelique…"
He licked his palm and spit again, drenching his cock until it glistened in the low light. The sound was wet, obscene, his balls slapping softly against his thighs as his hips began to thrust up into his hand.
Jake whimpered. His free hand clawed at his hoodie, yanking it up to expose his abs—already shiny with sweat. His stomach clenched every time his fist hit the sensitive ridge just under the tip. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing precum in lazy circles until his toes curled.
Live Chat:
💬 @ToeBeansAndDreams: "HE'S SPITTING ON IT AGAIN 😳"
💬 @DomMommy87: "The sounds. THE SOUNDS. I'm on my knees."
💬 @RawStrokeGod: "He's fucking his fist like it owes him money."
💸 Tip: 500cr – from @JerkGoblin69: "Get those hips moving, daddy."
Jake groaned, low and feral, hips bucking erratically now. His thighs trembled, muscles taut, chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon while jacking off in 4D. His hand moved faster, furious now, practically punching his cock into orgasm.
"Fuckfuckfuck—ahhh—Angelique—!"
He exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot up his stomach, streaking across his abs, dripping down his hand and pooling in the curls at his base. He gasped through clenched teeth, voice cracking, the final spurts making his legs twitch violently.
He slumped back, panting, flushed and slick and filthy. His cock twitched once more as he reached down lazily to rub the cum into his skin like it was some shameful lotion.
Then, like a perfect punctuation mark to the dirtiest sentence ever written…
Jake fell asleep.
Cock out. Belly sticky. Soft snores filling the mic.
Live Chat:
💬 @Kneel4Newbie: "I feel like I need a cigarette and a priest."
💬 @GaggedAndBlessed: "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and he has no idea."
💬 @TipMePlsILoveYou: "Give this man a contract, a crown, and a towel."
💬 @JustOneMoreNut: "Why am I in love??"
The stream ran for another 12 minutes before the system auto-ended and uploaded the archive. Viewer count had hit 2,940. Tags were added automatically. Replays enabled. GIFs already circulating.
🟢 SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
> "CONGRATULATIONS, STREAMER!
Your debut session has been archived under Authentic Amateur.
Total Earnings: 2,188 credits.
Your performance has been rated 'Pretty boy.'
Tags Applied: #UnawareMasturbation #RawMoans #RealOrgasm #MessyFinish #CumDrunk #FellAsleepSticky 🛏💦"
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THE NEXT MORNING:
Jake woke up groaning. His head hurt. His mouth was dry. His stomach felt… wet?
He lifted the hoodie. A smear of crusty white greeted him.
"...Why the fuck do I smell like shit?"
His phone buzzed.
You've received 2,188 credits from viewer gifts. Tap to claim your Streamer ID.
Jake blinked at the screen.
Then blinked again.
Then squinted at the badge notification.
[ You've earned badge.]
"What the fuck is this…?"