Yasa von Zhonghuajia, male, straight, and a transmigrator.
After accidentally summoning a familiar in his previous life, he transmigrated to this world. Now he's working hard to avoid starving to death, but little mishaps always seem to happen...
"Master, you need to work hard!" commanded Shadu, his familiar, which was made of pitch-black tentacles and slick eyeballs.
"Wait! I'm tired. I can't keep going." Yasa gripped his pants tightly to keep them from being pulled down.
"Oh, right. You can't get worked up with me, can you... I'll find you a girl instead..." After saying this, Shadu turned into a shadow and wriggled around for a while.
"That's not what I meant." Yasa rose to his feet and waved his hand. "Shadu, listen! Humans have limits! I need to get stronger so I can work more. Instead of burying myself in work, the right path is to improve my strength and build my wealth!"
"Well said. By the way, do you like this type, or this type?" Shadu asked, holding up two photos.
"I like you, you idiot! I'm out of money, so I have to go to work! Let me go!!"
If working could make you stronger, how many times a day could you do it?
