The New Ego

Beep. Beep. Slam.

Ugh, what the hell is the time? My head hurts. I need some water.

Waking up, I summoned the strength to turn on the light. My room came into view—my old bed, my PC to the side, and the same mess I'd been living in for years.

I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen for water. Walking down the hallway, I passed the closed doors of my parents and siblings. The house was quiet, like it always was at this hour.

In the kitchen, I opened the fridge and stared at the contents. Juice boxes, leftovers, and a few sodas.

"I don't need water," I thought, grabbing the sweet orange juice instead. I chugged it down in one go, leaving nothing behind. Placing the empty box on the counter, I shuffled back to my room. My day had officially started.

I sat down at my PC and hit the power button, watching as the RGB lights lit up the room. The lock screen appeared, and I was fully awake now, the bright home screen glaring at me. It was covered in wallpapers of cars, sleek and fast, with different art styles shifting every few seconds.

"When am I going to own one of these?" I muttered to myself.

I clicked on my browser and navigated to my bank's website. The page loaded, and there it was—my account balance: $500.

"$500? That's all I've got? My God…"

I usually spent my time reading novels, playing games, and, let's be honest, scrolling through my secret tab on the hub. But today felt different.

"I NEED TO WORK!" I shouted internally.

"But who would take a loser like me? I've been trying for years now. Not a single call back. Not a single opportunity."

I grabbed my phone and opened TikTok. Almost immediately, I was hit with a motivational speech.

"Bitch, you have to wake up, or you're never going to take that first step!"

I watched it until the end, and for a moment, I felt something—a spark. Maybe I needed to put more effort into my life. Maybe I needed to stop waiting for things to change and start making them change.

But after that scroll, the motivation was gone. My feed was back to the usual—female traps, memes, and news about AI getting more advanced.

After a bit of scrolling, I put my phone down and opened my freelance site.

"What do they have for me?"

A project for writing NSFW stories.

"What do they need this time?"

Incest stories.

"Beggars can't be choosers."

I put on some PH sounds and began writing. Writing these stories for random authors was my only source of income. It started two years ago. I needed money, and I had no one to beg, so I searched and searched until I found this site. It connected me to people who had… needs like this.

This work led me to watch porn, and I got a little addicted to it. It was the only physical domain I could get my hands on. I'm only 23 now, and this started in early 2024.

I wrote away, letting my dirty mind create these filthy thoughts. Three hours later, I finished a 2000-word chapter. It was edited and ready—my little masterpiece for an incest novel.

I closed the writing application.

"I need some food. It's 4 PM."

Getting up, I headed to the kitchen again. I opened the fridge and found some cereal and milk. Grabbing a big bowl—one that matched the size of my appetite—I dumped in the cereal, poured the milk, and started eating.

After tidying up a little, I headed back to my room. Sitting in my chair, I opened my secret tab and indulged myself until 6 PM.