Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: The Cat Fight Persists
Room G-7, Overwatch Headquarters

It was a smaller, less luxurious room.

The walls were plain white, the chairs uncomfortably rigid, and the tension here was much like before.

Emma and Gwen sat opposite each other at a plain metal table, their postures stiff and their eyes sharp enough to cut steel. The venomous side-eyes they exchanged could have set the room ablaze if Nadia hadn’t already been standing at the door, arms crossed and glaring at them like an angry schoolteacher.

“No!”

Nadia shouted suddenly, startling both women into momentarily breaking their death glares to glance at her.

“I’m not dealing with this anymore! You two are going to sit here and sort this out now!”

She pointed an accusing finger at both of them like a judge delivering a final verdict.

“You’re not leaving this room until you make up and start acting like proper women. For crying out loud, Scott’s been declared a terrorist, and all you two can think about is who gets to share him and who doesn’t?! Seriously? I thought you cared about him! But no, clearly, all you care about is who’s more worthy of comforting him!”

Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her face turned slightly red as she scratched her chin.

“Ehhh… I wouldn’t exactly put it like that…”

She muttered, then glanced at Gwen out of the corner of her eye.

“But, you know, I did run all the way from New York to get here, so I think that makes me a bit more deserving to comfort him. Other than the fact that I’m his girlfriend, of course… But hey…”

She raised both her hands a bit.

“I’m not bragging or anything.”

Gwen scoffed and clicked her tongue.

Her arms folding tighter across her chest which made her breasts bounce up quite a lot.

“Tch. Of course you had to make mouth about being his girlfriend. That’s, like, your biggest flex, isn’t it?”

Emma raised a hand to her chest as if she was clutching her pearls, then acted deeply touched as her lips curved into an annoyingly smug smile.

“Awwwn~ How did you know?”

She said sweetly, but the sarcasm was ever present.

Gwen rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck.

“Bitch…”

She muttered under her breath, then looked away.

Nadia slapped a hand over her face with an exasperated groan.

“Oh, for the love of—! That’s it! You two are definitely not leaving this room until you make up! If you don’t, get ready to starve and thirst to death in here, because I’m not opening that door!”

She jabbed her finger at the door behind her.

“Honestly, that might not even be such a bad thing…”

Gwen rolled her eyes again, this time adding a dramatic sigh.

“As if I’d ever talk to this bitchy brunette. I’d rather live off dirt and drink mud than interact with little Miss ‘I’m Scott McQueen’s girlfriend’ over here. Tch, mega bitch…”

Emma smirked proudly as she leaned back in her chair with a self-satisfied expression.

“At least the spare tire knows it’ll always stay a spare tire. Your chances of getting with my man are more complicated than the furniture I buy at IKEA.”

Gwen let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Oh, sure. And you’re probably an oldie stuck in that young, unbelievably hot body…”

She hesitated for a moment before adding.

“… uh, not that I’m saying you’re hot or anything. Just… old. And those IKEA jokes? Wow. So lame. Literally anyone can assemble furniture from IKEA.”

Emma’s face twisted into great disgust as she pointed an accusing finger at Gwen.

“Not always! Some parts are harder to assemble than others, okay?!”

Gwen leaned forward with her eyebrows raised as if Emma had just confirmed her point.

“Then just use Threadit! Literally, all the answers are there! There are even video tutorials on WeTube! You’re just bitching around.”

Emma’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

“Uh-huh. With how you’ve been throwing the word ‘bitch’ around, I wouldn’t be surprised if you just learned that word last night, little girl.”

Gwen scoffed and leaned forward herself, their faces now just inches apart.

“Joke’s on you, old hag—I’m older than Scott, and guess what? He uses that word a lot, too!”

Emma smirked triumphantly, then pressed her forehead against Gwen’s as her voice dropped into a low, taunting whisper.

“Joke’s on you, Blondie. Scott’s fucked me so many times in bed, and trust me—he’s called me every derogatory word in the book. And yes…”

Her smirk widened.

“I love it when he mercilessly spanks my butt and calls me his good little bitch.”

Gwen froze.

Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

“Erm…”

Shock, horror, and sheer disbelief.

They were all written on her pale face.

Emma’s eyes widened as the realization of what she’d just said hit her. She slapped both hands over her mouth as her cheeks burned bright red.

“I—uh—”

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Scott’s Room, Overwatch Headquarters

Scott watched the entire scene unfold on a holographic display provided by the System. His face was buried in his hands as he let out the longest, most frustrated sigh in human history.

“I swear…”

He held out a fist.

“I need to put that woman on a leash…”

But then his face suddenly soured.

“She’d probably like that too…”

･･･

Room G-7, Overwatch Headquarters

Nadia stared at the two women in silence for a moment.

Her small mouth was slightly open and her arms hung at her sides.

The vivid imagery of Emma’s earlier confession lingered in her head, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it.

She swallowed hard and finally muttered under her breath.

“Well… uh… that was said…”

Her eyes darted between Emma, who was smugly adjusting her varsity jacket, and Gwen, who looked like she was ready to combust out of sheer awkwardness. Slowly, Nadia took a few hesitant steps back toward the door with her face unreadable except for the slight twitch in her left eye.

Without another word, she closed the door firmly behind her and left the two women alone.

Emma sighed deeply, throwing her hands up.

“Oh, great. Just great! She’s gone. Now I’m stuck with this blonde bitch.”

Gwen’s eyes immediately narrowed.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

“Look who’s throwing the B-word around now, huh? Hypocrisy much?”

Emma rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep talking, spare tire.”

She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, clearly done with the conversation.

Just then, the door creaked open a crack, and Nadia’s head peeked back inside. Her eyes shifted awkwardly between the two women before landing on Emma.

She opened her mouth, hesitated, then finally spoke.

“Uh… I was just wondering—like, what kind of face does Scott make when he’s… you know… spanking you?”

Gwen audibly gasped. “Nadia!”

However, Emma seemed unbothered.

In fact, she tapped her chin thoughtfully as if this were the most normal question in the world.

“Hmm…”

Her expression was as serious as it was thoughtful.

“It’s kinda like… a mix between Vin Diesel and an angry Samuel L. Jackson, if that makes sense? Like, super intense but also low-key hot.”

Nadia blinked. “Vin Diesel and… Samuel L. Jackson?”

Emma nodded as a dreamy smile creeped onto her face.

“Yep. And his voice… oh, God, his voice goes so low, it’s like a rumble in your chest. You can barely hear him unless he’s got his hot mouth right against the back of your sweaty neck, breathing all heavy and…”

She wrapped her arms very tightly around herself as she shivered with excitement.

“… slapping you like you’re some rotten meat he’s trying to tenderize. Ugh, it’s so good—”

By the time Emma finished, Nadia was biting the tip of her index finger with flushed cheeks as she stared at Emma with wide eyes.

Meanwhile, Gwen was squeezing her eyes shut so hard it looked like she was in physical pain. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and her hands gripped the edges of her chair as if her life depended on it. Her thick thighs were pressed tightly together, and every inch of her body screamed discomfort—or something dangerously close to it.

『Ugh… I didn’t know Scott could treat a woman that well. Now I wish I was the one he spanked like that! I’d have his boxers between my teeth, and he’d have his hand on my neck while his other hand just fucked up my butt like he had a black belt in domestic violence. Ahhhn~ ❤️』

She pressed her thighs together more.

She had the sudden urge to rip her tights off and rub herself right there and then, but the only thing keeping her sane was the shame of doing it in front of them.

Emma tilted her head as her brow wrinkled.

“Uh… you two good?”

Nadia jolted as if waking from a dream.

She quickly yanked her finger out of her mouth and wiped it on her pants with a nervous laugh.

“Oh, yeah! Totally fine! Great! Absolutely fantastic!”

Her tone mocked her words, but she didn’t give either woman a chance to call her out.

She straightened up as her expression suddenly hardened.

She pointed at both of them with two fingers and her earlier composure returned.

“Now listen up, you two. Make up or don’t—honestly, I don’t care anymore. But if you don’t, you’re staying in here until you do. Got it?”

Before either of them could respond, Nadia slammed the door shut with a loud bang. A few moments later, the sound of her heavy footsteps faded into the distance, followed by a high-pitched, girly screech that echoed through the hallways.

“KYAAAAAAA~ ❤️!!”

Emma and Gwen froze as their heads snapped toward the door in unison. For a split second, they stared at each other, then instinctively lunged forward, clinging to each other in a tight embrace.

“What the hell was that?!”

Emma hissed as her voice trembled.

“I—I don’t know!”

Gwen whispered back.

Her nails dug into Emma’s jacket.

“Did she just get attacked by something?!”

They stayed like that for a moment as their eyes darted around the room, before realizing what they were doing. Both women immediately shoved each other away, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

“I wasn’t scared!”

Gwen muttered, then crossed her arms and looked away.

“Yeah, me neither…”

Emma replied, brushing off her jacket.

“I just… didn’t know Nadia could scream like that. That’s all.”

An awkward silence settled between them.

Finally, Emma stood up and walked to a corner of the room, then slid down to sit on the floor with her knees drawn up.

She rested her chin on her arms and sighed.

“Look, we’re probably not gonna agree on the whole Scott thing anytime soon. So how about we just stay out of each other’s hair for now, yeah?”

Gwen glanced at her, her lips pressing into a thin line.

She hesitated for a moment before mumbling.

“Yeah. Good.”

And for the first time since they’d entered Room G-7, the two women sat in relative peace.

Whether it would last, however, was anyone’s guess.

･･･

Scott’s Room, Overwatch Headquarters

Scott leaned back in his chair to sip water from a frosted glass as the holographic screen in front of him displayed Room G-7.

The two women inside hadn’t spoken a single coherent sentence to each other in hours.

Scott smirked and shook his head.

“They’ll crack. Give ’em an hour or two, tops. No way those two social butterflies last in complete silence. They’re too outgoing for that.”

His lips curved upward as he turned his attention to the corner of the screen where the System’s glowing interface hovered.

“You know, I gotta hand it to you, System…”

Scott said, pointing his glass toward it.

“I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to get them to be friends, aren’t you? Smooth move, setting this up. If they can get along, it’s one less headache for me—and for you, I bet.”

The System responded in its usual monotone yet oddly perceptive voice.

[The sole purpose of my existence is to ensure no harm comes to the host. Encouraging harmony among your romantic interests is a preventive measure to avoid future complications.]

Scott laughed, setting his glass down.

“Smart. Real smart. Never thought you’d play the wingman role, but hey, W mans. Good job.”

He stretched his arms above his head as his eyes flicked back to the screen.

“Still, I’ll bet my life savings they’re chatting it up in five hours, max.”

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Three Days Later…

Scott sat slumped in his chair, dark bags under his eyes and a drained expression on his face.

The screen still showed Emma and Gwen inside Room G-7, but the situation hadn’t changed. They hadn’t spoken a single friendly word to each other. Every attempt to communicate devolved into name-calling, and their stubborn refusal to compromise had reached legendary proportions.

“They’ve been in there for three days…”

Scott groaned as he rubbed his temples.

“Three days. No food. No sleep. And still no progress.”

He slapped a hand over his face and sighed deeply.

“This can’t be serious. Are they really this stubborn?!”

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Room G-7

Emma lay sprawled on the floor, her varsity jacket discarded beside her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face pale, and her hair a tangled mess.

She coughed dryly.

“So many days… no sleep… no food… no shower… I probably smell like horse shit.”

She let out a dry laugh, but it quickly turned into a wheezy groan.

“But that’s not even the worst part. You know what the worst part is?”

Her hand shot up weakly as she stared at the ceiling with a look of despair.

“I can’t even masturbate because I don’t have a picture of my sweetie pie. How am I supposed to live like this?!”

She slammed her hands back onto the floor and dramatically shouted.

“HOW──?!”

The outburst left her coughing again, and her arms collapsed back to her sides as she lay motionless, staring at nothing.

Across the room, Gwen sat slouched in a chair as her legs dangled over one armrest. Her face was equally pale, and she fanned herself weakly with a crumpled piece of paper.

“Nadia probably forgot about us…”

Her stomach grumbled.

“This room doesn’t even have air conditioning or a purifier. It just smells like us now. Like… sweat and misery.”

She groaned, pulling at the collar of her shirt.

“It’s so friggin’ hot in here. I just want to strip down and dive into a pool of Scott’s saliva—”

Her eyes widened in horror as she quickly corrected herself.

“W-, Water! I meant water!”

Emma snorted weakly as her lips curled into a faint smirk.

“Yeah, well, don’t hold your breath. There’s nothing exciting in this boring ass room.”

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Scott’s Room

Scott leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as he watched the scene unfold.

“Damn…”

He muttered to himself.

“Imagine both of them naked right now… I mean, I’m a faithful guy, but still… It’s hard not to think about it.”

He nodded thoughtfully, folding his arms across his chest.

Just then, the System’s voice interrupted his musings.

[Host, would you like to see them both naked?]

Scott jolted upright in his seat.

“What?! No! Of course not!”

There was a pause before he cleared his throat and added, somewhat hesitantly.

“But… uh… if you wanted to make that happen, how would you go about it?”

“So the host does wish to see them naked.”

Scott hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed.

“… Maybe. Kind of. Probably… yes.”

･･･

Room G-7

Without warning, a hidden panel on the wall slid open to reveal a sizable, fully equipped bathroom that glowed like a beacon of hope.

Bright, clean light flooded the room, momentarily blinding Emma and Gwen.

Both women froze with their eyes wide as saucers.

“A… a bathroom…”

Gwen whispered.

Emma’s mouth hung open as tears welled up in her eyes.

“It’s… it’s beautiful…”

They didn’t waste another second.

Crawling forward on all fours, they scrambled toward the bathroom like parched travelers stumbling across an oasis.

･･･

Scott leaned back with a satisfied grin as he watched the scene unfold.

“System, you’re a genius.”

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Note: I can confidently call this one of my favorite chapters.