Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: General Panic!
Metro City…

The dark room was lit only by the glow of Po’s monitor.

Po’s fingers flew across the keyboard.

His screen displayed a swirl of open tabs: forums, video platforms, conspiracy threads, and social media feeds. The room smelled faintly of stale energy drinks and half-eaten bags of chips.

Nearby, Dip lounged on a beanbag chair, munching noisily on a bag of Doritos. His orange fingers left faint smudges on his shirt as he leaned back and scrolled through his phone.

Suddenly, Po froze.

His hands hovered mid-air, trembling.

His eyes were wide as his pupils shrunk as if he’d just witnessed something cataclysmic.

Noticing the sudden silence, Dip turned his head.

“Uncle? What’s wrong?”

Po didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he slowly leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the screen as if it had betrayed him.

“I sense… a great disturbance in the Force.”

“Huh?”

Dip furrowed his brow as chips crunched in his mouth.

Then, with a crack of his knuckles, Po lunged forward.

His fingers became a blur on the keyboard.

Tabs opened and closed with lightning speed as he darted through Chirper, Instaflick, Threadit, and Chatterbox.

“What are you doing?” Dip asked, sitting up, intrigued.

“I have to find it. The source of this… this disturbance.”

The room was filled with the sounds of furious typing and scrolling. Po’s breaths became ragged as his eyes narrowed in like a huntsman on the hunt.

Suddenly, he stopped.

His hands flew off the keyboard as if he had touched something scalding.

He fell back in his chair, clutching his chest.

“No… It’s too much… TOO MUCH POWER!”

Dip sprang up, spilling chips everywhere.

“What happened?!”

Po raised a trembling hand and pointed at the monitor.

“Look… look at it!”

Dip cautiously approached, leaning over Po’s shoulder.

On the screen was an Instaflick post, glowing like forbidden treasure.

It was a special group selfie of Miss Mercury, Pulsar, and Lady Fortress—all clad in pristine white towels and bright smiles as the sparkling infinity pool and New York skyline formed a perfect backdrop.

The caption read:

[Team bonding before the big day! 🏊‍♀️✨ @Nightwatch 💖 #BestTeamEver #LakeviewVibes #HeroesUnwind]

It’d only been a few hours and the post already had nearly over 10 million likes.

Dip’s jaw dropped.

The half-chewed chips in his mouth spilled onto the keyboard as he stared at the screen in stunned silence.

“It’s… it’s…” Dip stammered.

“A masterpiece…”

Po finished as tears gathered in his eyes.

“How could they do this to us? Three goddesses, united in a single image… and all in towels! This isn’t just a selfie. It’s art. It’s a divine blessing.”

Dip blinked, still trying to process.

“And they tagged Nightwatch? Why?”

Po slammed his fist on the desk, voice shaking.

“This isn’t fair! The sheer audacity! I can’t even—”

He choked on his words, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I can’t even beat my meat to this. It’s too sacred. This… this needs to be framed. Passed down for generations.”

Dip nodded solemnly. “I don’t know why, but okay.”

･･･

The Internet’s Reaction

On Chirper, chaos reigned.

[Even the Justice League ain’t pulling me out 😭🙏]

[BROOOOOOOO… ALL MY CRUSHES IN ONE PLACE. I’M BARKING. RIGHT. NOW.]

[Bring Rope Girl and Foxgirl next time, and it’s OVER.]

[No Metamorpha? This is an INJUSTICE!]

[Petition for Emma to always stand in the middle. Big titty queen energy.]

└ [Fr, look at the milk on that chest 💀…]

└ [10 out of 10 doctors recommend motorboating it 🤤]

[When I tell you to sit on my face, I’m not just telling you to put 10% of that honey-making body weight down. SIT. FUCKIN’ SIT ON ME. Sit like I’m your chair 🤬!! FART EVEN!]

└ [Someone lock @SleazyPen up 💀]

└ [Fr bro… it’s never this deep…]

[Crazy how I’m in love with ALL OF THEM!]

[THEY’RE ALL SO PRETTY 😭]

[Def going viral…]

[Why did they tag Nightwatch ffs! 😭🙏]

└ [Bro got that Solomon rizz 😭]

･･･

On Threadit, detailed analyses popped up like mushrooms after rain.

[u/SkylineScholar: Judging by the background, this was taken at the Lakeview Hotel. The pool reflections match their rooftop infinity pool. I’d bet my life on it.]

[u/Simpologist: Notice the composition: Emma in the center (biggest chest), flanked by petite Maya and shy Zyra. This strategic placement enhances visual symmetry and plays to the ‘vulnerable but cute’ trope. Genius.]

[u/ThirstyScholar: Their towel game? Immaculate. Notice the subtle folds? Top-tier craftsmanship. A selfie like this only happens once in a generation.]

･･･

On Chatterbox, live voice calls were exploding.

[DUDE. They TAGGED NIGHTWATCH!]

[That man’s really living the LIFE. Imagine being tagged by THREE 10s.]

└ [My lonely ass can’t 😭]

└ [We all lonely bro… we all lonely 🥺]

[Bro, it’s not just that. They all fought Red with him last week. Nightwatch deserves a foursome, minimum.]

└ [Imagine riding a big titty queen like Miss Mercury and then 2v1 petite baddies like Lady Fortress and Pulsar 💀 I think my dick would explode halfway seeing Miss Mercury off her panties – she’d get disappointed and I’d just shamefully leave with those freshly worn panties 😮‍💨]

└ [Bro simulated everything. 💀]

└ [Like his Chatterbox mod ass would bag any of them.]

[NAH, screw that. Nightwatch deserves a statue. This man has won at life.]

└ [But not everyone was supportive.

[Nightwatch is SO fucking mid. These women are carrying his clout like crazy.]

[Bet he simps for them in private.]

[If Nightwatch isn’t dating all three by next week, he’s a failure to the brotherhood.]

[Damn, y’all think he can date all three?]

└ [He fucking can, he’s Goatwatch!]

･･･

Back to Po

Po wiped his tears and straightened his posture.

“Dip. Get the printer ready.”

Dip raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“This selfie must be preserved. Laminated. Turned into a poster. This… this is no ordinary thirst trap. It’s a cultural artifact.”

Dip snorted but nodded.

“Alright, but don’t forget to log out of your accounts first. Wouldn’t want Nightwatch’s fanboys hacking you.”

Po nodded gravely. “True. These streets are dangerous.”

And so, the sacred selfie began its journey from the digital realm to immortality. Meanwhile, the internet continued to burn in the wake of its magnificence.

━ ━ ━ ━

Road to Metro City…

A black car cruised down the empty highway as its headlights sliced through the inky darkness.

Inside, Gwen leaned against the window, scrolling on her phone, her fingers tapping absently on the screen. Seated beside her, Dark Elf reclined with a bag of chips, crunching each piece with deliberate disinterest.

The driver, a scruffy man with a five-o’clock shadow and a baseball cap grumbled endlessly.

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit… fuck, I’m not even getting paid, tch!”

… click────SHING!

Before he could process his own words, a cold blade pressed against the side of his neck. The sharp, shimmering edge glinted faintly in the rearview mirror.

Dark Elf’s crimson eyes narrowed as she leaned in close as her voice became low and menacing.

“Any complaints?”

The driver’s eyes bulged as his Adam’s apple bobbed against the flat edge of the sword.

He squeaked.

“N-, No, no, no! Absolutely not! Everything’s fine, ma’am!”

Dark Elf tilted her head as her silver hair cascaded over her shoulder as she whispered into his ear.

“Good. Now keep driving.”

Her voice was dangerous, but sexy.

He nodded so furiously it looked like his neck might snap.

As she leaned back into her seat, the sword retracted to the length of a TV remote.

The driver glanced down at his lap.

There was something poking out of his pants.

He was aroused.

“Damn…”

He wiped sweat from his brow.

“Why does she have to be so sexy? The least she could do is give me her number as payment…”

With an expressionless face, Dark Elf crossed her legs elegantly and popped another chip into her mouth.

Gwen was still engrossed in her phone, but caught the exchange with a side-eye and smirked.

“Looks like you’re having fun tormenting the poor guy…”

Dark Elf shrugged, tossing another chip into her mouth.

“Meh. Not like I’ll kill him… unless he annoys me.”

Gwen chuckled, shaking her head.

“Yeah, right. You’re all bark, no bite.”

“Want me to prove you wrong?”

Dark Elf said dryly, not even glancing up from her chips.

Gwen laughed again, leaning back in her seat.

“Nah, I’m good. Besides, I’m just glad to be out of that hospital. My mom’s probably gonna ground me, though. Like that’s gonna stop me.”

Dark Elf snorted, finally giving her a sideways glance.

“I’ll break you out if she does.”

Gwen clapped her hands together dramatically.

“Awwww, you’re such a sweetheart! Thanks, Darky.”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Okay, I promise I won’t, Darky. Tee-hee!”

Dark Elf rolled her eyes. “Whatever…”

… Ding!

Gwen’s phone lit up with a notification, and she opened it to find a specific group selfie trending.

Her eyes widened, and a grin spread across her face.

“Woooah!”

She held her phone closer.

“Are they doing some kind of brand collab or something? This is awesome! I never thought Pulsar would go this far as a hero. Collabing with Miss Mercury and Lady Fortress? Total career changer!”

Dark Elf chewed her chips slowly, unimpressed.

“Those names sound cheesy.”

Gwen glared at her. “You’re such a hater.”

Dark Elf shrugged. “More like I don’t care.”

Gwen smirked mischievously.

“Oh, you’ll care. Here, look at this!”

She shoved her phone in Dark Elf’s face.

Dark Elf sighed and glanced at the screen with zero interest… until her eyes caught something.

Her brows furrowed, and her tone shifted.

“Wait. Isn’t that… Nightwatch? The guy you were with when I abducted you?”

Gwen froze.

Her eyes darted to the tagged name.

“EH──?!”

Her pupils dilated, and her face turned ghostly pale.

The phone slipped from her hand as she fell back in her seat, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

The driver shouted and jerked the wheel in panic.

The car swerved violently before he managed to regain control.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” he yelled into the backseat.

Dark Elf turned her head slowly to give him a death stare.

The driver instantly fell silent, his lips trembling as he focused on the road.

Dark Elf turned back to Gwen, who was hyperventilating.

“What’s wrong?”

Gwen’s thoughts spiked with activity.

『Those three… those superwomen… they’re trying to steal Scott! My handsome, perfect childhood friend! They think they can use their money, their sexiness, their stupid sparkling infinity pool to seduce him? HA! As if! SCOTT. IS. MINE. MINE, MINE, MINE, MIIIINE!』

She clenched her fists as her body trembled with barely-contained fury.

『I’m way hotter than them! As if he’d fall for their threesome honey trap! They don’t even have bigger butts than me! And Scott loves big butts. There’s no way they’re stealing him!』

“Gwen?” Dark Elf pressed, narrowing her eyes.

Snapping out of her spiral, Gwen plastered on a sickly-sweet smile as her voice carried a false innocence.

“Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong! Everything’s fine. Totally fine.”

Dark Elf leaned back, unimpressed.

“Sure. Whatever you say, psycho.”

The driver, still shaken, muttered under his breath.

“Man, I ain’t getting paid enough for this or therapy…”

━ ━ ━ ━

Lakeview Hotel Rooftop Pool

The water shimmered like liquid crystal under the New York City skyline. The infinity pool stretched out before them to offer a mesmerizing view of the city lights.

It was serene. Peaceful. Perfect.

Except for the blonde streak darting back and forth like a torpedo.

Zyra moved at the speed of a bullet as her slim body cut through the water effortlessly. The splash of her wake was more than enough to ripple the pool, much to Emma and Maya’s discomfort.

Maya squeezed her face, groaning audibly as she placed both hands over her face.

“Zyra, please, can you stop? Swimming’s supposed to be a fun, recreational activity, not a competitive sport!”

Zyra didn’t even pause as her golden hair gleamed under the soft lights as she completed another lap at hyperspeed.

Maya groaned louder, turning to Emma, who was leaning against the far corner of the pool with her arms resting on the edge. The brown-haired woman’s yellow eyes were narrowed in visible annoyance as her lips pressed into a thin line.

Finally, Emma let out an exasperated sigh.

“Zyra, I’m serious—STOP!”

The Cortian superheroine finally skidded to a halt as water splashed as she stood in the middle of the pool with an innocent look on her face.

“What? I’m trying to train!”

Maya raised an eyebrow, swimming closer.

“Train? Train for what, exactly?”

Zyra crossed her arms defensively as her pink cheeks glowed faintly in the warm light.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Maya tilted her head.

Her dark purple eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Hmm… nothing, really. It’s just that I remember during an interview, you were asked when you find time to train, and you said you don’t train much anymore because you’re not as worried these days.”

Zyra blinked, her brows furrowing. “And… so?”

Emma smirked, then a mischievous shine sparked in her eyes as she edged closer.

“So, that means you’re worried about something.”

Zyra’s posture stiffened, and she leaned back slightly as her golden eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s wrong with being worried?”

She paused for a moment, glancing down at Emma.

Her bare breasts were so large and full that they floated on the water like two small boats. If you looked closely enough, you could even make out the faint outline of her pink nipples just beneath the surface.

Zyra’s eyes widened slightly as she blurted out.

“Your breasts are… a little too big.”

Emma’s jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed as she immediately crossed her arms over her fat chest.

“Hey! Don’t change the subject!”

She glanced down at her chest and frowned.

“And can they not make me feel insecure? Big boobies aren’t a bad thing! Besides…”

She smirked smugly.

“… Scott says they look nice on me.”

Maya’s ears perked up, and a wide grin spread across her face as she pointed a finger at Emma.

“Ah-ha! You said it again! Now spill! Tell me more about this boyfriend of yours!”

Emma waved a dismissive hand, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe later.”

She leaned forward as her grin turned sly.

“I know why Zyra’s so worried.”

Maya’s head snapped toward Emma. “You do?”

Emma nodded, then her grin expanded.

Zyra quickly shook her head, her golden hair flying as her pink blush deepened.

“No! I’m not worried! Can we please stop talking about this? It’s making me uncomfortable!”

Ignoring her, Emma sidled closer, then nudged Zyra with her slender shoulder.

“C’mon, admit it already!”

Zyra bit her lip.

… Hnnn~

Her small body tensed as she averted her gaze.

Her fingers began twiddling nervously.

“There’s really nothing, okay? Can we just drop it? I don’t want to talk about the fact that I’m captivated by a mysterious man…”

Her eyes widened in horror as the words escaped her lips.

Her hands flew to her mouth, and she let out a tiny squeak like a scared mouse about to be smacked.

Emma and Maya froze.

“Eh?”

Their eyes widened like saucers before they turned to each other with identical devilish grins.

“Ohhh, so there’s a guy, huh?”

Emma teased and grabbed Zyra’s waist from one side.

Maya swam to Zyra’s other side, mirroring Emma.

“So, what’s his name? We’re just girls here—no harm in sharing, right?”

Zyra lowered her head as her fingers fidgeted nervously.

“I’m really not comfortable talking about this. It’s… very unacceptable.”

Emma chuckled, then pulled Zyra closer.

“Unacceptable? Nah, not really. It’s not like we’re talking about dick sizes or something…”

She paused as her grin turned impish.

“What would be weird is me telling you guys about my boyfriend’s cock and how amazing it is. Did you know he has an X-like mark on his veiny shaft? Ahhh~ ❤️”

Zyra’s eyes snapped to Emma in utter shock.

“P-, Penis?! Why would you even—”

Emma shrugged nonchalantly.

“I mean, my boyfriend has such a cool cock so why can’t I freely say it? You should ask me how fat his meatballs are, they’re like golia—”

“EMMA!” Zyra screeched as her cheeks blazed red.

Emma snickered.

“What? It’s pretty cool! I always use my tongue to play X marks the spot, and it makes him giggle. I tickle that X mark on his cock and the face he makes is so good one time I stained the bed after doing it just…”

Zyra already had her hands over her ears.

“LA LA LA!! I can’t hear you!”

Emma frowned at this. “Tch, you’re no fun…”

Maya had been silent for so long.

Suddenly, her body stiffened.

Her eyes darted to the side as her thoughts raced.

『Wait… doesn’t Scott have something like that, too? No way… right? YES WAY! I always tease him about how his penis is the map to a pirate’s treasure written by a sexy, hot pirate named Jackie Sparrow. Right…』

She shook her head and laughed nervously.

“No, no, there’s definitely no way.”

Maya was so worried she was almost sweating.

Her fingers curled into her palms to form a fist.

“Emma?”

“Oh? What’s up, Pulsy?” Emma replied with a smile.

It was an innocent smile… infact, so innocent that it made Maya absolutely furious.

“I have a suggestion…”

“Eh? Why though? Shouldn’t we try to get this juicy info outta Zyra first, kekekeh… she’s at her breaking point.”

Zyra’s face went red again. “I AM NOT!”

“You definitely are, tee-hee!”

Emma tried to hold back her giggle, but Zyra’s adorable expression was just too funny to ignore.

It was such a rare treat to see the genuine side of superheroes she had only ever watched on TV or during their official duties.

She never would have guessed that someone like Lady Fortress could be such a sweet and shy person, blushing at even the most innocent things. But that’s how it is for some heroes—without their cape, they can’t always show their true selves or let their inner strength shine through.

Zyra shot forward in the water.

“I’m not! I’m not! I’M NOT!!”

She denied with every energy in her bone.

“Psssh──you’re just shy…” Emma nudged Zyra.

Seeing the back and forth between the two made Maya even angrier than before.

… PAH!

Without thinking, Maya’s hand moved.

Something was slapped.