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Author note, the summary of the chapter: 

My lovely readers be prepared. The start of the chapter there is a sexual description as Jake is a camboy ( mentioned in the description of the story ). Some sexual dance he does till gets a message from an unknown number. The rule is: If you are not comfortable with that scroll till you see this  ♥ symbol in the middle TWICE. That means the smut part has both started and ended ( one is situated before smut and the other one in the end ) and you can easily and confidently continue. 

SO SCROLL DOWN TILL YOU SEE THE SECOND SYMBOL

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Jake arrived home, feeling the weight of the day starting to lift off his shoulders. He closed the door behind him, the familiar click of the lock a small comfort. The apartment was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling streets and noisy classrooms he had just left behind. He kicked off his shoes and walked to his bedroom, each step echoing slightly in the silence.

Opening his closet, he rummaged through his clothes, pushing aside the everyday wear to reach the back. His fingers found the soft, silky fabric of his chosen outfit for the night. It was revealing, something he would never wear in public, but perfect for his private online performances. Jake took a deep breath, reminding himself of the thousands of dollars this would bring in, the financial freedom it provided.

He slipped into the outfit, the cool fabric against his skin sending a slight shiver through him. The tight fit accentuated his physique, leaving little to the imagination. He then grabbed a mask from his drawer, a simple but effective disguise that allowed him to maintain his anonymity. The mask covered the upper half of his face, hiding his identity while still allowing his fans to see enough to be enticed.

Jake moved to his makeshift studio, a corner of his room equipped with professional lighting and a high-quality camera. He took a moment to adjust the lights, ensuring the right balance of shadows and highlights to make him look even more alluring. Once everything was set, he positioned himself in front of the camera and took a deep breath.

He logged onto the platform, watching as the viewer count quickly climbed. Messages of excitement and anticipation flooded the chat, his fans eager for the show to start. Jake put on his best sultry smile, letting his persona take over. He started the stream, the little red light on the camera signaling that he was live.

"Hey, everyone," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "Hope you're ready for a good time tonight."

The chat exploded with responses, compliments, and tips already beginning to roll in. Jake felt the familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with a touch of nervousness. He began to move, slowly at first, letting his hands glide over his body, teasing the viewers with what was to come. He knew how to play to the camera, how to give just enough to keep them hooked while still leaving them wanting more.

As the show progressed, the tips kept increasing, the total climbing higher and higher. Jake responded to requests, maintaining his playful and seductive demeanor, all the while keeping an eye on the chat to engage with his fans. The performance was carefully choreographed, every move calculated to maximize both viewer satisfaction and his own earnings.

After a particularly generous tip, he decided to give them a little extra, pushing the boundaries just enough to drive the crowd wild. The responses were immediate, a flood of messages and more tips pouring in. Jake smiled behind his mask, feeling a sense of accomplishment. This was his domain, a world where he had control, where he could be someone else entirely, if only for a little while.

Jake's performance began with slow, deliberate movements, each one designed to captivate his audience. He started by running his hands through his hair, pushing it back to reveal more of his face, letting his fans get a better look. He tilted his head slightly, giving the camera a smoldering look from beneath his mask, his eyes full of promise.  

He let his hands trail down his neck, lingering on his collarbone, then moving down to his chest. With a teasing slowness, he traced the contours of his body, accentuating his toned muscles. He knew exactly how to move to highlight his best features, creating a tantalizing mix of tension and allure.

Jake then shifted his weight, swaying his hips gently as he turned, giving the audience a view of his back. He arched slightly, his movements fluid and graceful, like a dancer. His hands slid down to the hem of his outfit, playing with the fabric, pulling it up just enough to reveal a hint of skin before letting it drop back down.

He faced the camera again, his expression one of playful seduction. He leaned forward, close enough that it felt intimate, as if he were whispering secrets just to the viewer. His lips parted slightly, and he gave a slow, suggestive smile that sent a wave of excitement through the chat.

Jake continued to explore his body with his hands, this time moving lower, his touch light and teasing. He let out a soft, barely audible sigh, as if even his own touch was enough to excite him. He knew his fans loved the little sounds he made, the subtle indicators of pleasure that made the experience feel real and raw.

When he received a particularly generous tip, he decided to up the ante. He slowly slid one strap of his outfit off his shoulder, then the other, revealing more of his skin. His movements were unhurried, each one designed to build anticipation. He knew how to make every second count, how to keep his audience on the edge of their seats.

He let his hands roam again, this time slipping beneath the fabric, his eyes never leaving the camera. The chat exploded with comments and tips, urging him on, expressing their desire. Jake's smile widened behind the mask, enjoying the control he had, the way he could drive them wild with just a touch.

As he continued, he made sure to engage with the chat, responding to their messages with flirty comments and playful banter. His voice was low and sultry, each word dripping with seduction. He moved closer to the camera again, his hands framing his face as he looked directly into the lens, making it feel like he was looking right at each individual viewer.

By the time he finished, the chat was a frenzy of excitement and satisfaction. Jake thanked his fans, his voice still carrying that seductive edge, and ended the stream. He leaned back, taking a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline start to fade. The performance had been a success, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his ability to captivate and enthrall his audience.

Eventually, the show began to wind down. He thanked his fans, promising more content soon, and ended the stream. The final total was impressive, more than enough to make the effort worthwhile. Jake sighed in relief, taking off the mask and letting his true self come back to the forefront. He felt a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration, the afterglow of the performance lingering.

He changed out of the outfit, slipping into something more comfortable, and finally allowed himself to relax. The apartment was still quiet, but now it felt like a sanctuary. Jake knew this double life was risky, but for now, it was a risk worth taking.

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After ending the stream, Jake felt the adrenaline ebb away, leaving behind a gnawing sense of emptiness. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate as he made his way to the bathroom. The stark contrast between the bright, clean tiles and the dark feelings swirling inside him made everything seem surreal.

Jake turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was hot. He stripped off his revealing outfit, feeling a pang of shame as he looked at himself in the mirror. The mask he wore to hide his identity now felt like a symbol of his double life. He stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over him, washing away the remnants of his performance.

As the steam enveloped him, Jake leaned against the cool tiles, closing his eyes. The water did little to soothe the guilt gnawing at him. He had become adept at hiding his true self, playing a character for the adoration of strangers, but in these quiet moments, the facade crumbled.

He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, the heat of the water mixing with the coldness he felt inside. The thoughts that he kept at bay during his performances now flooded his mind. Was this really what he wanted? Was the money worth the emptiness and the sense of self-betrayal?

Jake sighed, a heavy sound filled with regret. He felt trapped, caught between the allure of easy money and the longing for a life that felt genuine and whole. The shower continued to pour over him, but it couldn't wash away the disappointment he felt in himself.

He stood there for a long time, the water gradually cooling, mirroring the sinking feeling in his chest. Eventually, he turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself. Jake looked at his reflection once more, the mask now discarded but the shadows in his eyes remaining.

Drying off, he dressed in comfortable clothes, the simplicity of them a stark contrast to the provocative outfit he had worn earlier. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, feeling the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

Jake knew he needed to make a change, to find a way to reconcile the different parts of his life. But for now, all he could do was sit in the quiet of his room, feeling the disappointment settle deep within him.

Jake dried off and slipped into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. He sat on the edge of his bed, letting the quiet of his room envelop him. The soft hum of his phone vibrating on the nightstand broke the silence. He picked it up and saw the familiar name flashing on the screen—his parents were calling from Australia.

He took a deep breath and answered the video call, forcing a smile as his parents' faces appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad," Jake greeted, trying to sound cheerful.

"Jake! It's so good to see you," his mother said, her eyes lighting up. "How have you been, darling?"

"I'm doing okay, Mom. Just busy with school and all," Jake replied, his voice steady but his heart heavy.

"You look tired, son," his father noted, concern etched on his face. "Are you getting enough rest?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, just a lot going on. You know how it is."

"Well, we miss you," his mother said, her voice softening. "The house feels so empty without you."

"I miss you guys too," Jake admitted, feeling a pang of homesickness.

"Have you been eating well? Staying healthy?" his father asked, his tone stern but caring.

"Yes, Dad. I'm taking care of myself," Jake assured them. "How are things back home?"

"Same old, same old," his mother replied with a smile. "The garden is blooming beautifully. You'd love it."

Jake's mind wandered as his parents talked about their daily lives. He felt a twinge of guilt for not being completely present in the conversation, but the weight of his double life was pressing down on him.

"Jake, are you sure everything is alright?" his mother asked, her eyes searching his face.

Jake forced another smile. "Yeah, Mom. Everything's fine. Just a bit tired, that's all."

"Well, make sure you get some rest," his father said. "And remember, we're always here for you."

"I know, Dad. Thanks," Jake replied, feeling a lump form in his throat.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Jake ended the call. He set his phone down and lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The conversation had been a reminder of the life he was trying to balance—the love and concern from his parents, contrasted with the secrets he was keeping from them.

As he lay there, the disappointment and self-doubt washed over him again. He knew he needed to find a way to reconcile his choices, to find a path that felt true to himself. 

Jake glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:30 PM. He sighed, knowing he had to start his homework for tomorrow. He opened his notebook and settled at his desk with a cup of coffee, the warm aroma soothing his nerves. 

As he worked peacefully, the familiar chime of a new message interrupted him. He looked at his computer screen and saw a message from an unknown number on a website he frequented. His heart skipped a beat as he clicked to read it.