Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine

Scott sat cross-legged on his bed.

The room's lighting was dull, except for the soft glow of the holographic keyboard projected from his sleek wrist device — the TV-TW. His fingers flew across the virtual keys, his eyes sharp as he typed out new code and schematics.

[Shadow Factor Suit: Armor Layer Update: V-3]

[Make sure to integrate carbon-weave overlay — resistant to ballistic core fractures!]

[Trickshot's bullet = Armor Piercing, Phase-Tipped. Current defense insufficient.]

He muttered under his breath—

"Not this time, Trickshot…"

But just then, his laptop, resting quietly at the edge of the bed, lit up with a soft ding.

Scott looked up and—

"YO!"

Emma's voice came through with energy as bright as the smile plastered on her face. She threw up a peace sign, her long legs tucked under her as she sat comfortably in her hotel room, fresh out the shower in nothing but a bathrobe and a towel wrapped snugly around her head.

Scott blinked and let out a small, dry laugh.

"You were so excited to see me you didn't even dry up or slip into your pajamas?"

Emma tilted her head, smirking with bedroom eyes that said exactly what was on her mind.

"Well~ I wanted to look sexy enough for you. Or is that a bad thing now?"

She slowly bit her lower lip, a teasing chuckle escaping as she leaned closer to the camera.

Scott exhaled a breath and switched off his wrist device.

"Too bad you're not here…"

He muttered, giving the laptop a half-lidded side-eye.

Emma giggled softly while still twisting her towel into her damp brown hair.

"Yunno~ ❤️"

She spoke very slowly to sound even sexier.

"If you really wanna fuck… and I mean, really wanna fuck. I could always superspeed back to Metro City for a quickie? Those are always fun~"

Scott smiled—then the smile faded.

"I'm… not really in the mood."

His gaze dropped, and he turned his face slightly away, as if trying to hide something.

Emma stopped twisting her towel.

"Wait—what? Something wrong?"

Her tone shifted quickly and her brows furrowed.

"Did Marcus say something stupid again? If he did, I swear I'll come over and kick the living—"

"Emma…" Scott said firmly.

She froze mid-rant, fists already clenched like she was ready to throw hands.

"It's not Marcus…" he added, quieter now.

Emma's shoulders dropped a little.

She gently unwrapped the towel from her long hair and placed it aside. Her hand reached offscreen, and she returned with her brush—but in the process, her bathrobe loosened.

Just enough for Scott to catch a full view.

Cleavage. Nipples. Everything.

Scott's eyes widened for half a second before a smug, mildly perverted grin crept onto his face.

When Emma sat down and caught the look on his face, her eyes narrowed.

She tugged the robe shut in one swift motion.

"Really?" she muttered with a frown.

"What?"

Scott said, acting innocent and clueless.

"You were just saying you'd speed over here for a quickie — and now I'm the pervert?"

Emma rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the proud little smirk forming on her lips as she elegantly brushed her hair like some Disney princess.

"Well…"

She flicked her wet strands back.

"You're the one who killed the friggin' mood first by acting all… sad. And I care about how you feel, dumbass. So, talk to me. What's up?"

Scott didn't respond right away.

Emma paused mid-brush, her voice softer now.

"Do you… need money? Or maybe a new car? It's fine, you can tell me, alright? I was gonna surprise you with one on your birthday, what was it called…?"

She tapped the brush against her head.

"Oh! The McLaren P1 GTR! Gwen said you always wanted something like that! It's got those suicide doors you like—I can make a call, have it ready in two hours, max!"

She looked at the screen with eyes sparkling like a kid hyped for Christmas morning.

Scott arched an eyebrow.

"A new car?"

He shook his head.

"You say that like I don't have my own money."

A smile tugged at his lips.

Emma pouted instantly and crossed her arms.

"Tch! You were much cuter when you depended on me for gas money and fresh hoodies."

Her pout faded just as quickly as it came.

"But… it's fine if you don't wanna talk. I just wanna know if you're okay, alright?"

There was a trace of worry in her voice now—real, raw.

Scott finally gave a soft smile. "Yeah… of course."

That was all Emma needed. Her smile returned, cheesy and genuine, as she continued brushing her hair.

"Oh?"

She suddenly blinked, glancing at her screen.

"I've been trying to add Gwen to the call, but she's not picking up. You know why?"

Scott gave a casual shrug.

"Probably doesn't wanna hear you ramble about the boring-ass meeting you went to."

Emma gasped, mouth agape in betrayal.

"Haha, I'm kidding…"

Scott said quickly, holding his hands up in surrender.

He leaned in with those warm blue eyes .

"I already heard about Gwen's day. So how about you tell me about yours?"

Emma smiled, caught off guard.

But before she could speak, Scott's watch beeped loudly.

He held up a finger.

"One sec."

He flipped the device open and a holo-projection of Jake popped up.

"Bro, what's the update?"

Jake's voice was tense.

"Better if you come to HQ. We got a lead."

The projection blinked off.

"Huh…"

Scott frowned.

"That's weird. He sounded… in a hurry…"

He turned back to the laptop—Emma was now texting on her phone as she chewed some gum.

She glanced up.

"Jenna says she's flying back from Europe soon."

She pursed her lips and blue a bubble from her gum.

"Her health program talk was a hit!"

POP! The gum vanished in a sticky burst.

Scott laughed nervously.

"Uhm, good for her. But, uh, Emma… I know I promised we'd talk longer tonight, but I've got some Nightwatch… Shadow stuff. Gotta head out."

He pointed toward the door.

Emma looked at him blankly, then scoffed.

"Dude. You think I'm gonna complain about time? We have sex every day. I'm fine. Now go be a hero."

Scott chuckled and stood, but then—

"WAIT!" Emma called.

He stopped, looking back.

She was twiddling her thumbs now, her face flushing red.

"… Could you, like… send a few naked pics?"

Scott's expression flattened into a deadpan stare.

Emma jerked back like she'd just been caught smuggling a rocket launcher.

"HEY! I'm not getting any action tonight, okay?! I just… can I at least have that?!"

Scott sighed long and hard.

"Fine. I'll send it when I'm in the car."

Emma lit up like a firecracker, clapping her hands together with a soft squeal.

"Yesss~! You're the best!"

Scott gave her a small smile as he headed for the door.

"I know."

"LOVE YOU! ❤️"

"Love you more, babe."

BLAM! Scott slammed his room door shut.

Now, it was just Emma blankly staring at his empty room through the laptop.

"Damn it! Should've asked for some dirty voice messages to enhance the experience!"

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A little over an hour later, Scott was now speeding down the rugged outskirts of Metro City on his sleek, ash-gray motorcycle. The tires tore into the dirt as he leaned forward and sliced through the wind like a predator in motion.

BROOOOOM!!

Dust and loose gravel flew behind him.

Scott was locked in, helmet strapped on tight, HUD active with real-time coordinates and vitals. He narrowed his eyes as the neon-blue waypoint pulsed in his vision.

[Destination: Overwatch HQ. 0.3 km]

[Estimated Arrival: 00:00:30]

Meanwhile…

Jake stood awkwardly outside the massive reinforced gates of the Overwatch HQ. He rocked slightly on his heels, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, humming a random tune like he wasn't half-nervous and half-bored out of his mind.

Next to him stood a woman.

She was much taller than him, by like a lot.

She looked like she'd just rolled out of a mad scientist's garage. Her black bob-cut framed a pale face with an expression so blank she might as well have been on screensaver mode. Ridiculously oversized glasses perched precariously on her small nose, slightly fogged. Her overalls were smeared in oil stains, bits of grease, and whatever the hell that green gunk was—probably acid, knowing her.

Sarah Abney.

Better known in some corners of the hero community as Gadget Girl. She had the IQ of three labs combined and the social energy of a cardboard box.

Since it was still just the two of them and eerily quiet — aside from the faint hum of maintenance bots wheeling hovercarts around — Jake decided this was his moment. He stole two quick side glances at her, rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, and blew into them like he was about to throw a punch.

Then he said—

"Hey, uh, you know Nightwatch? The guy who beat Red Titan and has over 200 million followers on Insta?"

Sarah didn't look at him.

Just gave him a sidelong glance.

"Yeah?"

Jake adjusted his lab coat with a forced casualness.

"Yeah, no biggie. I'm his best friend."

There was a pause.

Then Sarah nodded, slowly.

"Uh-huh. That's why I didn't vaporize you with a plasma rifle when I caught you snooping in the Research Room."

Jake blinked.

"Uhm… oh."

He looked away, quietly defeated.

『She's definitely feeling me…』

There was a brief, painful silence.

Then he added—

"I'm 6'4" by the way."

Sarah squinted down at him. "No you're not."

Jake sighed.

It wasn't even an accusation.

It was just a curious observation—like she genuinely wondered why he'd lie about something so dumb.

BROOOOM!!

A thunderous roar echoed across the desert as a sleek ash motorcycle came screeching to a halt just meters in front of them, kicking up a thick wave of dust.

Jake and Sarah both began coughing violently.

"Sorry about that…"

Came the smooth voice of Scott as he zipped down his jacket and popped off his helmet.

The wind caught his hair, and it tumbled back in an effortlessly messy style that made him look like a hero out of a poster ad. He took a deep breath of the open air as if he could actually taste the moment.

Sarah paused mid-cough. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Gosh, that is so hot…"

Her expression didn't change, but the red creeping up her cheeks told the real story.

Jake squinted and mumbled under his breath—

"Really? That's all it takes? I can ride a bike too… but I'd need some training wheels… just in case…"

Scott stepped off the motorcycle with a slight swing in his step.

"Alright…" he said, stretching a bit, "what's up?"

･･･

Moments later, the trio was strolling down one of the base's many sleek corridors, lined with glowing blue panels and scanning drones.

Clearly fuming with bottled-up emotion, Jake slowed his pace and grabbed Scott by the sleeve to pull him back.

"DUDE! YOU GOTTA STOP THAT!"

He hissed a little too loud.

Sarah turned, confused.

Jake immediately wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulder and gave her a cheesy smile that screamed "nothing to see here!" When she turned forward again, Jake dropped the act faster than a fighter jet.

"DUDE!"

He repeated, quieter.

"You gotta chill. Just for like… one minute. Can you not be cool for once?! It's exhausting!"

"What did I do?!"

Scott whispered back.

"I literally just got here!"

Jake groaned in frustration.

"You exist, DUDE! You just walked in, and Gadget Girl looked at you like you were sculpted by the gods! I'm trying here, man! Throw me a friggin' bone!"

Scott tilted his head. "… What?"

Jake dropped the metaphors.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a genius baddie on your team?! Were you hiding her from me? Huh?! Scared I'd charm her with my roguish looks?!"

He started poking Scott's face aggressively like he was checking for alien features.

Scott swatted his hand away.

"Okay, first off? Sarah and I are just friends. Second? You do not have roguish charm, so no one's scared. Trust me on this. You're not that guy, buddy."

Jake pouted.

Scott stared ahead at Sarah's backside, totally deadpan.

"She does have a nice ass though."

"DUDE—?!"

Scott chuckled.

"Relax. She's all yours, lover boy. He's got more than enough women complicating his life already."

Jake grinned. "Keke. My man."

･･･

Later, inside the Research Room—

Sarah was leaning against an oval-shaped projector, and as expected, the way she posed made her noticeably large butt stick out in a very eye-catching way.

Jake nearly went cross-eyed trying not to stare.

『Cheeks…』

He failed. Miserably.

Scott jabbed him hard in the ribs.

"Dude, focus."

Jake jolted upright. "AHEM! I AM!"

Scott rolled his eyes. "Sure…"

Sarah adjusted her glasses and began explaining—

"So, I cross-referenced every active lab with the capacity to process Mutagenium. Only one matches the criteria. It's gotta be Volkner Labs."

Scott snapped his fingers.

"Volkner Labs… of course! That's where they developed the thermal screening for energy-stable toxins. They're definitely heading there."

"Bingo…"

Sarah said, flashing a thumb up.

"They'll likely show up between now and 5 a.m. They know you'll definitely come after them, so they're probably prepping a trap."

Scott's smile disappeared.

"Then I hope they're ready. Especially that damn cat chick. Round two's coming."

He smacked his palm with a clenched fist.

Sarah smiled faintly.

"Maybe after you test the new mods I made to your Shadow Factor Suit."

"Huh?"

･･･

Moments later, Jake was watching with barely concealed envy as Sarah stood behind Scott, gently gripping his shoulders with a little too much force.

"I added shock dispersion plating after Jake told me about that armor-piercing bullet thing. Also threw in a few weapon upgrades. You'll like 'em."

With a soft pat, the suit reacted — an wave of dark nanites swirled up Scott's body, forming the sleek armor.

Sarah stepped in front of him, leaning close to attach a small module. Her springy breasts bounced dangerously near his face with every slight movement.

Scott leaned back awkwardly, mentally screaming.

『Is she doing this on purpose?!』

All that meat was in face.

He shot a glance to the side and saw Jake practically shaking like a pressure cooker.

Boing. BOING.

The bounce was hypnotic.

He tried looking at the ceiling. The wall. The floor.

Nothing worked. His eyes kept snapping back.

He ended up counting every single drop of sweat on her melons — even the tiny ones that snaked into her tight, heated cleavage.

"And here—micro-detectors to sense anything breaking the sound barrier. It'll effectively auto-generate a kinetic barrier to absorb the impact."

Sarah was still completely unaware.

She stepped back and sighed.

"All done."

Scott nodded blankly, still dazed.

Then Sarah casually leaned against his shoulder as her breasts pressed against him — they were so soft it was almost like his arm was being hugged by clouds.

Scott's eye twitched.

『You gotta be shitting me… I can feel her nipples!』

Jake turned chilli red.

Finally, Scott lost it.

"IT'S NOT EASY NOT TO LOOK AT HER BREASTS DUDE, I'M FUCKING TRYING HERE!"

Silence.

Sarah blinked and stumbled back like he'd hit her with a sound wave as her hands flew up to cover her chest.

The suit collapsed in shame.

Scott panicked. "No—! It's not like that!"

"Don't—DON'T touch me!" Sarah squeaked.

Jake crossed his arms and cleared his throat loudly.

"Welp. Guess Mr. Cool isn't such a gentleman, heh…"

Scott turned to him, face flushed. "Fuck you, man…"