Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Resolution and Fame
Maya stared at Emma as if she had just suggested jumping off a cliff together.

Her lips parted slightly, and she blinked in disbelief.

“Em—Emma, you’re joking, right?”

Emma shook her head, her face calm but her lips trembling ever so slightly. She smiled softly, but it was the kind of smile that hinted at a storm brewing beneath the surface.

“No… I’m not joking.”

Maya wiped her tear-streaked face with her sleeve and broke out of Emma’s gentle embrace.

She crawled backward slightly, shaking her head.

“You don’t have to do this…”

Maya sounded very firm, very sure.

“I’ve had my chance to enjoy Scott—to have him all to myself. I’m the one who messed it up. You don’t have to make such a drastic decision just to make me feel better.”

Emma sighed, then placed her hands on her knees to push herself upright.

She stood tall as her soft eyes looked down at Maya.

For a moment, she was silent, as though weighing her words carefully.

“Maya…”

Emma began softly.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe most of what you just said is true. Maybe this does sound plain and stupid. But…”

She glanced to the side, as if searching for the right way to explain her thoughts.

“I’m trying to grow out of this stage I’m in. This stage where I let my emotions fester and hold me back until I get hurt. And Scott… he’s had to endure so much—dodging all these women, avoiding relationships that could’ve derailed his life. Yet he chose me.”

Her lips curved into a bittersweet smile as she continued.

“Yes, I suggested this. And yes, it’s probably the craziest, most desperate solution ever. But… I know a few people who would call it the ultimate solution.”

Still on the floor, Maya crawled forward slightly as her face twisted in shock.

“Is it really?”

Emma closed her eyes briefly and nodded.

“Yes. But it’s also the ultimate sacrifice. And as a hero—a stupid one, of course—this is the kind of resolution I feel I have to make. Not because it’s what I deserve, but because it’s the right thing to do.”

Maya opened her mouth to respond but found herself speechless.

『Do I… really want to say no to this…?』

She could only stare at Emma as her mind was torn between wanting to console her and wanting to let her suggestion stand. A selfish part of her, one she hated but couldn’t ignore, whispered that this could be her chance—her only chance—to be with Scott again.

『I really don’t want to turn down this chance…』

It was a side of human nature she couldn’t fight.

Emma adjusted her rumpled pajamas, wiped her face even though there were no visible tears, and turned toward the door. She placed her hand on the knob but paused when Maya’s voice melted the silence.

“Emma…”

Maya hesitated, her voice small.

“Are you really going to be able to live with the idea of the man you love having a… a harem?”

Emma turned her head slightly, just enough for Maya to see her profile.

She let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yes… I will.”

She took a deep breath and continued.

There was surprising control in her voice.

“You know, I love to drink water, and I love to breathe air. But whatever cruel force created this world wasn’t so cruel as to make me choose between the two. Because in the end, someone who has suffered—or who will suffer—deserves the very best to stay strong.”

She glanced back at Maya, her smile faint but genuine.

“I’ll just keep thinking of this harem suggestion as some sort of… anchor. For the man I love.”

With that, Emma turned the knob and opened the door.

As she stepped out, Maya’s voice followed her, soft but sincere.

“Thank you…”

Emma chuckled without turning around. “It’s fine…”

She walked into the hallway with her steps steady but her expression scribbled.

Resting against the wall near the door was a goth woman, her arms crossed casually as she smirked.

“Oh, hey there, sister…”

The woman said, raising a hand in greeting.

Emma didn’t stop or even glance in her direction.

To her, the hallway was empty.

There was no one there.

『Oh… it looks like that goth lady is gone…』

The goth woman’s smirk widened as Emma passed by.

“Thank you, Emma Graves…”

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Scott’s GT-R – On the Highway

The roar of the engine filled the cabin as Scott gripped the steering wheel tightly as his frustrated look focused on the road ahead.

… gruuu────VROOOOOM!!

His GT-R sped down the highway and weaved through traffic with precision.

From the passenger seat, Gwen clasped her hands together and leaned toward Scott.

Her eyes were wide and pleading.

“Please, dude!”

She begged like a desperate rodent.

“Just… consider it, okay? I’m not asking for much!”

Scott exhaled heavily while his eyes narrowed tiredly as he spared her a glance.

“Gwen…”

He sounded so done with her.

“Begging me ten times isn’t going to make me agree when I’ve already rejected you nine times before. Can you drop it already?”

Gwen puffed out her cheeks in a pout, folding her arms across her chest and slumping back into her seat.

“How do I know this isn’t some kind of test?”

She muttered while glaring out the window.

Scott shot her a side-eye with wrinkled brows.

“A test?”

“Yeah!”

Gwen snapped, then turned to her red, pouty face to him.

She looked so determined… but also cute.

“What if you’re just seeing if I really love you or not? Like, what if I say no, and then you’re like, ‘Hmm, maybe she doesn’t love me like she says she does,’ and then you reject me again!”

Scott blinked, incredulous.

“… That’s not what’s happening.”

Gwen wasn’t finished.

She leaned closer and spoke even bolder.

“And then I get so depressed that I become a stalker whose probably masturbating in your bushes while watching you on a date with your main chick or something, and maybe—just maybe—I end up killing her and landing in jail!”

Scott’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glanced at her, his jaw slightly slack.

“You’re… not gonna try that, right?”

Gwen gave him a look of mock offense, then placed a hand on her chest.

“What do you take me for? A freak?! Of course I wouldn’t! I’d never kill someone over a rejection!”

She paused, then grinned sheepishly.

“It’s just fun to overthink sometimes, y’know?”

Scott sighed in relief, shaking his head.

“Okay, good. But just like before, my answer is—”

Before he could finish, Gwen leaned in closer, her blue eyes sparkling with a soft, pleading look, like a puppy trying to win someone’s heart at a shelter.

“Hmm?? Papa Scott??”

She tilted her head slightly and fluttered her lashes with an expression full of charm.

“Pleeeeeease?”

She cooed with honeyed charm.

Scott barely spared her a glance.

His eyes were half-lidded and unimpressed.

“No.”

Gwen’s face crumpled into a heavy frown, and she threw her head back against the seat with a groan.

“Whyyyyy?!”

“Because…”

Scott said evenly, keeping his focus on the road.

“That’s not an answer!”

Gwen retorted, sitting up straight and jabbing a finger in his direction.

“You’re telling me you’re turning down a fat-chested, jelly-butt, hot blonde who’s literally dropping all her pride to beg for you to notice her? You should be grateful! You should be so hard you feel like your peen’s about to explode you friggin’ virgin, fuck you, okay? I said it, uh-h—”

Scott yawned loudly, cutting her off.

“Your chest isn’t that big…”

He said it like he was talking about the weather.

“Emma definitely has a bigger chest. But yeah, I’ll admit, you’ve got a better ass. Even the teachers used to stare at it in school.”

Gwen’s face turned beet red, and she wrapped her arms around herself defensively.

“Can you not casually talk about my body like that?! I feel sexualized and violated!”

From the backseat, Dark Elf popped a chip into her mouth and raised an eyebrow.

“As if you’re not enjoying it…”

She shook her head right after.

Scott smirked, glancing at Gwen out of the corner of his eye.

“Pssh. I can’t talk about your butter fat ass, but it’s fine for you to… oh, I don’t know, rub yourself to the scent of my sweaty tank top and leave it all soaked in your fluids? How do you even squirt so much? You got a nimbostratus cloud up your friggin’ vagina or something?”

Gwen’s face went redder.

“I just have a sensitive bean okay?! And flicking it just pushes things into overdrive… tch, jerk!”

“Jerk, she says…” Scott chuckled.

Gwen looked at her crotch for a moment, then pouted as she returned her teary eyes to Scott.

“And I don’t squirt that much, limp-dick loser…”

“Sure thing, Urethra Girl… even Aunt Grace was horrified when she saw that tank top.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide as her jaw dropped.

“Wait… wait, wait, wait. Aunt Grace saw that?!”

Scott nodded, suppressing a grin.

“Mhm. I was gonna help you get rid of that… uh, evidence. But I guess I was too late.”

Gwen looked like she might faint. “You son of a—”

Scott chuckled, keeping his hand steady on the wheel.

“Relax, pervert. You should be glad I didn’t freak out about it. Just don’t do it again. I don’t have enough tank tops to spare.”

Dark Elf tilted her head, her curiosity piqued.

“What exactly did she do to your tank top?”

Scott glanced at the rearview mirror and a sharp smirk tugged at his lips.

“Oh, she didn’t tel—”

“NOOO!”

Gwen screamed as she launched herself out of her seat and wrapped her arms around Scott’s head.

“Mmpphhmm!”

Scott’s muffled protests were drowned out as Gwen’s soft, big breasts relentlessly pressed against his face, blocking his vision entirely.

“Don’t tell her!” Gwen shrieked, tightening her hold.

Scott struggled to keep the car steady as the GT-R swerved dangerously close to the guardrails as horns blared around them.

“Gwen!”

He shouted, but his voice was barely audible.

“Let go, or we’re gonna crash!”

“Not until you promise!”

Scott groaned. “Fine! I promise!”

“And… you’ll make me your second girlfriend, too!”

Gwen added as her grip tightened around his head, forcing all of her breasts against his face.

“What?! No way!”

“Then get ready to crash!”

She pushed her upper body forward more, causing the sweet, pillow-soft fullness of her breast to flatten against Scott’s face as though she were forcing him to suck them.

Scott growled under his breath, his knuckles white as he fought to regain control of the car.

It was quite difficult, as even he couldn’t resist the severe temptation of having such curvaceous and stress-relieving breasts squashed against his face, like diving headfirst into a pile of delectable jelly.

“Alright! Alright! I agree, okay?! Just—get off me!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, it came.

That familiar, sometimes dreadful notification.

[Ding! Mist has been added to your harem!]

Scott slumped back in his seat as Gwen finally let go.

She had a victorious grin plastered across her face.

“See?”

She said, leaning back smugly.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Scott glared at her, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“You’re a mega bitch.”

“Get ready to fuck me like one too…”

“Bruh…” Scott frowned.

“Too much?”

“…”

“Err, sorry about that…” Gwen grinned sheepishly.

From the backseat, Dark Elf nodded tiredly, popping another chip into her mouth.

“Drama’s spicy today.”

･･･

The GT-R roared to a stop in the massive parking lot as the engine purred softly before Scott turned it off with a flick of his wrist.

He leaned back in his seat, exhaling heavily.

In the backseat, Dark Elf was already peering out the window while eating some chips──her sharp, observant eyes darted over the unusually large crowd gathered outside the hospital.

There were teenage girls, grown women, and even a few older ladies standing together, waving homemade posters and glitter-covered cardboard cutouts. Journalists lingered on the outskirts, adjusting their cameras, while a few men in suits—likely agents—mingled near the entrance.

Dark Elf tilted her head, crunching on a chip before speaking in her usual nonchalant tone.

“Hmm. There’s a lot of people here. The private hospital in Meteor City wasn’t ever half this packed.”

Scott glanced out the window and his brows wrinkled slightly as he took in the bustling scene.

“Now that you mention it…”

He sounded mildly curious.

Gwen, who’d been fixing her hair in the passenger seat, spoke in her usual playful sass.

“Maybe it’s ’cause of all the casualties from the battle against Red?”

Scott shook his head thoughtfully.

“Nah. This hospital’s exclusive to heroes. And while a lot of heroes were hurt, they’re not popular enough to pull a crowd like this. Not this big, anyway.”

Gwen shrugged as she tapped her slender fingers idly against her armrest.

“Eh, fair enough.”

Scott turned to her with a sharp stare.

“Look, I’m here to see some people. Can you not cause any problems for me while I’m inside?”

Gwen folded her arms, stuck her head up, and pouted with exaggerated pride.

“Pssh. As if a diligent girlfriend like me would ever cause you unnecessary trouble! Stop worrying about me and focus on your day, hmph!”

Scott’s eyes narrowed as he gave her a long, skeptical look.

“Hmmm. I hope so…”

He stepped out of the car, adjusting his long black jacket as the wind brushed through his slightly messy hair.

Just as he was patting it down, a shrill, high-pitched scream pierced the air.

“KYAAAAAA! ❤️ That’s Scott! It’s him!”

Scott froze mid-motion, his hand still in his hair, as another voice joined in.

“Holy shit, it is him!”

“He looks even more handsome in person!”

“I’m gonna be the first to touch him!”

“As if I’d let you!”

“PUT A BABY INSIDE ME, HONEY~ ❤️!!”

Scott turned his head slowly and his stomach dropped when he saw the crowd of women surging toward him like a tidal wave. They held up posters adorned with glittering letters spelling out his name, some clutching cardboard cutouts of him with disturbingly realistic detail.

His face twisted in horror.

“Shit!”

He hissed under his breath.

Just as he prepared to bolt in the opposite direction, a group of men in sleek black suits materialized from nowhere to block his escape. Each one held out a contract, their faces as cold and unyielding as statues.

“Mr. McQueen…”

One of them said, his voice smooth yet firm.

“It’s wonderful to finally find you. We’ve been searching for weeks. Would you be interested in signing with BlueForce? Our footwear and apparel corpor—”

Before he could finish, another agent shoved his way forward to thrust a glossy document into Scott’s face.

“No, Mr. McQueen! Majestic Belle is offering significantly more than BlueForce. You’d be the face of our new campaign!”

A third agent pushed between them.

“Forget those two. ValorVision’s deal is truly unmatched in the industry!”

“NO! Go for us, FlexFit!”

“How about Demitra’s Collections?! We’re great──!!”

More agents swarmed around Scott, waving contracts and shouting over each other like salesmen at a chaotic bazaar.

Scott stumbled back as his patience thinned.

“Back off, all of you!”

He looked deeply irritated.

Spotting a gap in the crowd, Scott tried to make a break for it, but his path was blocked yet again—this time by a woman with a striking grin and a microphone in hand.

It was Judy Cho.

The infamous reporter had a camera crew flanking her.

Their lenses trained on Scott like hungry predators zeroing in on prey.

She raised the mic and spoke with enthusiasm.

“Keep rolling, boys! This is Judy Cho, reporting live! And guess who we’ve found after a week of relentless searching? That’s right—the blue-eyed prince himself, Scott McQueen!”

She turned to face the camera with a dazzling smile.

“Ladies, this is the man whose beauty has captivated the female masses to the point of hysteria! Some have even gone as far as marrying his cardboard cutouts and demanding more content. Scott, do you have anything to say to your adoring fans?”

Scott glared at her as he desperately bit his lower lip.

He looked at the camera, then at the swarming crowd of women still screaming his name, before finally muttering under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell…”