Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Early Morning Suspicions
The early morning news.

Judy Cho sat at her desk with her usual professional calm as she adjusted the papers in front of her. Her soft brown eyes scanned the camera, and then she began:

“It’s been several days since the ten-day grace period was given to Metro City’s well-known vigilante, Nightwatch. The Hero Agency offered him an opportunity to turn himself in and officially join their ranks.”

She paused briefly as her fingers lightly tapped the desk as if trying to suppress a more personal thought.

“However, there has been no response from Nightwatch. In fact, he has not been seen since the announcement. No streams, no posts… absolutely nothing.”

Her voice was steady, but there was a faint trace of sadness in her tone, one that surely didn’t escape the more perceptive viewers.

Sitting beside her was her co-host, Tim Brandt, a man in his late thirties with neatly combed hair and an air of smug self-assurance.

He adjusted his tie and leaned back in his chair.

“You know, Judy…”

He flashed his trademark smirk.

“I always wondered about this so-called selfless hero. What if he was just doing it all for the fame? Maybe, once the Hero Agency caught wind of his antics, he folded under the pressure and ran away. I mean, come on, I thought a guy like Nightwatch would at least put up a fight. But no—nothing. Not a peep. Just poof.”

He snapped his fingers dramatically.

“Gone.”

Judy slowly turned her head toward him, her expression blank yet icy enough to cut through glass.

“You know, Tim… I’ve always wondered why your wife left you. Then I remember what a self-entitled dickhead you are, and it all makes sense.”

The studio went silent.

Tim blinked as his smug demeanor faltered.

“Uh, I’m sensing some tension here—”

Judy cut him off with a biting tone.

“Eat my ass, dickhead. The only tension you should be worried about is giving half your shitty property to your wife instead of slandering a vigilante who’s done more good than you could ever imagine—”

Before she could finish, the news abruptly cut to a black screen with the message:

“We’ll be right back.”

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Seated on a wide couch in the living room, Dark Elf stared at the now-blank television screen, lazily chewing on a handful of chips. Her half-dead, crimson eyes barely flickered as she swallowed and said in her usual monotone.

“That reporter totally has a thing for Nightwatch.”

Next to her, Gwen—seated cross-legged with her phone in hand—nearly dropped it as she turned sharply.

“Wait, huh?! Really?! You think so?!”

Dark Elf nodded, tossing another chip into her mouth.

“It’s obvious. She got triggered when that dick slandered him. Plus, she’s way too neutral when she talks about bad stuff happening to him, and way too excited about his achievements. Anyone who can’t see Judy Cho’s into him is just dumb.”

Gwen’s face soured.

“Hmph. I don’t care for that Judy Cho lady, but she’d better not try buttering up my man any more than she already has!”

Dark Elf gave Gwen a lazy side-eye.

“Eh? It’s not like Scott would ever meet that reporter outside of interviews. And besides, she’s into Nightwatch, not Scott.”

Gwen’s face turned red as she stammered.

“Th-, That’s the same thing!”

Dark Elf crunched on her chips, her voice flat.

“Not reall—”

“SAME THING!”

Gwen practically yelled, her hands clenched into fists.

Dark Elf chewed for a moment longer, unbothered, then shrugged.

“Whatever.”

Soon, the sound of quick footsteps descending the staircase caught their attention.

Scott appeared at the bottom of the stairs, fully dressed in his sleek black trench coat and turtleneck combo, looking effortlessly dashing as always.

Gwen’s mood flipped instantly as she turned to him with a radiant smile.

“Ooooh, look at you! Looking like Prince Charming this early in the morning!”

Her voice sounded very animated and cheerful.

Even her eyes were sparkling.

“You’re gonna sweep some ladies off their feet today, aren’t you?”

Scott chuckled, adjusting his collar. “Oh no, definitely not.”

Gwen’s smile grew peaceful… but if anyone looked closer, they’d see a terrifying intensity behind it, as if she was barely containing her possessive rage.

She said sweetly, “Good answer.”

Scott tilted his head, sensing something off. “Eh?”

Before he could press further, Dark Elf shoved another handful of chips into her mouth.

“Drama queens…”

… tap! tap! tap!

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the living room as Emma rushed in from the kitchen.

She was carrying a neatly plated grilled sandwich with baked beans and a small bowl of vibrant sauce.

Her yellow apron was slightly wrinkled, and her chestnut hair was pulled into a messy bun, giving her the perfect picture of a traditional wife who had been hard at work.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Emma exclaimed, stopping just short of Scott, who had been adjusting his sleeves and preparing to leave.

“I made you something real special, so you have to try it before you go, okay?”

Scott blinked and turned to look at her as his eyes scanned the plate before flickering back to her apron-clad appearance.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“Wow, Emma, you look… uh, domestic…”

He said, chuckling softly.

Emma frowned as she noticed his hesitation to look at the food.

“Hm. You’re squeezing your face. WHY?”

She gasped, clutching the plate closer to her chest.

“Is it because you don’t trust my cooking?!”

Scott quickly waved his hands.

“No, no! It’s not that at all! I just—”

He glanced at the holographic clock and winced.

“I’m really late for my meeting, so I was hoping to grab something quick and head out.”

Emma’s expression darkened as she pouted.

“Hmm. And you’re sure this isn’t just your way of dodging eating my food?”

She glanced suspiciously at Gwen, who had been lounging on the couch.

“After all…”

Her tone sharpened.

“Gwen already said my cooking was garbage, so maybe you think the same.”

Gwen immediately raised her hands in surrender.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! That was one time! One time!”

Emma tossed her head to the side with an indignant sniff.

She looked like an offended diva.

“Hmph. All it takes is one time to hurt a woman’s feelings. I thought you’d understand that, being a woman yourself. In the end, you’re more of a cave woman, tch!”

Gwen sighed heavily, slumping back into her seat.

“Ugh, fine. Fair enough.”

Scott groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I really don’t have the time for this…”

He stepped forward, grabbed one of the grilled sandwiches, and dipped it into the sauce before scooping some of the baked beans onto it.

“Good,” Emma said with a satisfied smile. “Now eat it!”

Scott hesitated for only a second before taking a big bite.

The second the food hit his tongue, his face turned pale.

Then green.

His entire body tensed as if he’d been poisoned.

Emma tilted her head innocently as her smile widened.

“Uh-huh. So? How’s it taste, honey?”

Scott’s green face twisted further as he swallowed with visible difficulty.

[Ding! Tier 1 Poison Resistance Acquired!]

The message echoed in his head as he struggled to suppress the urge to gag. He forced a strained smile and flashed Emma a shaky thumbs-up.

“It’s… it’s great.”

Emma’s face lit up with joy.

“Tee-hee! I knew you’d like it!”

Scott quickly set the sandwich back onto the plate and stepped back with both hands raised.

“Mhm! Loved it! Totally!”

His grin was practically glued to his face.

“Anyway, I really gotta go now. Big meeting. Very important. You know how it is.”

He turned and grabbed a car key from the small table near the door, but just as he was about to leave, Gwen and Emma both called out in unison:

“HMMM?? Forgetting something?”

Scott froze mid-step.

“What?”

He slowly turned around in confusion.

Both women stood side by side, leaning forward slightly with their lips puckered and their eyes closed. They didn’t have to say anything; their intent was very clear.

They wanted a kiss from their man.

Scott sighed heavily, then glanced at Dark Elf, who was still sprawled on the couch with her chips. She gave him a lazy shrug as if to say – Your problem, not mine.

With another sigh, Scott leaned in to plant quick kisses on both Gwen and Emma’s lips.

When they opened their eyes and licked their sexy lips with satisfied, mischievous smiles, the distant sound of a car engine roaring to life reached their ears.

Scott was already gone.

Gwen folded her arms under her breasts dramatically.

She didn’t look happy one bit.

“Oh, great. It didn’t work!”

Emma clicked her tongue in frustration.

“Tch. That handsome son of a bitch. I thought if he kissed us, he’d want to stay for, you know…”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Another morning session before leaving.”

Gwen sighed as her rigid shoulders slumped.

“Honestly? Same. This sucks.”

Dark Elf yawned as she threw another chip into her mouth.

“You two are so greedy…”

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The roar of Scott’s sleek 2045 Lamborghini Huracán echoed through the wide, modern streets of Metro City.

The pitch-black car with its sharp, bright red accents looked like a predator, slicing through the morning light as it zoomed past pedestrians. Heads turned everywhere it went—some admiring, others envious.

Inside the cockpit, Scott’s grin widened as he rested one hand casually on the steering wheel as the other tapped the touchscreen console.

“Best four hundred grand I’ve ever spent… Jake’s gotta see this thing in action. Taking him for a ride in this beast? Oh, man, that’s gonna be awesome as hell.”

He chuckled and pressed the holographic interface to pull up Metro City’s latest news reports. A projection lit up across his windshield, showing headlines.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the first story.

“Hm… unknown hero group stops ten metasapien trafficking rings in Meteor City. All victims freed and now under Hero Agency custody.”

He let out a long sigh, leaning slightly against the steering wheel as his smile faded.

“Good job, Rhinoman and the others…”

He murmured.

“I should’ve been there with them. Gadget Girl, too. But instead, here I am, playing it safe.”

The thought weighed heavy on him, and his gaze became tired and distant.

“Feels like I’m less of a hero every day…”

He admitted quietly with some sadness.

“But… I get it. One wrong move, and the whole city pays for my screw-up.”

A faint buzzing noise broke through his thoughts.

The name [Commissioner Lisbon] lit up on the holographic display.

Scott groaned as he tapped the button on his wrist device, the TV-TW, to take the call.

“Hey, Liz…” he greeted calmly.

“Don’t ‘hey Liz’ me!”

Lisbon snapped back immediately.

Her tone was sharp, but there was a sort of concern layered beneath it.

“Where the hell have you been? First, you tell me to stop working with that crazy gun chick Deathmark and stick with Rhinoman, Ruse and the dull robot-arm guy, and now you’re fuckin’ MIA?”

Scott chuckled nervously and scratched his cheek.

“Well… that’s because I’m busy staying undercover, remember? You know, that whole terrorist declaration thing kind of puts a target on my back. Besides…”

He paused and his tone softened.

“I don’t want to put your position at risk. Rope Girl’s probably sniffing around, and she’d use Deathmark as leverage to corner you. Cutting ties with me and Deathmark is just better for everyone right now.”

Lisbon sighed heavily on the other end.

“Whatever. But listen, Nightwatch, you can’t just sit around and wait forever. You’re a vigilante—it’s only a matter of time before someone hunts you down. You need to accept that sooner rather than later.”

Scott laughed dryly.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s nice to hear you’re not planning to snitch on me. Rope Girl must really rub you the wrong way, huh?”

“Please…”

Lisbon muttered like an exhausted parent.

“That woman’s a pain in the ass. But seriously, stop dragging your feet. You’ve got work to do.”

“Fair enough…” Scott replied with a slight grin.

“And don’t forget, we need to discuss that blue drug later—and all that intel you pulled from Crowe Enterprises. I’m not talking to your subordinates about that, by the way. This one’s between you and me.”

“Got it…” Scott said. “I—”

His words cut off and he slowed the car suddenly as his sharp reflexes kicked in. Up ahead, a massive crowd had gathered and spilled onto the street.

Lisbon’s voice came through the line.

“What’s going on? I hear screaming—fan girls?”

She sounded very confused.

Scott frowned as he squinted through the windshield.

“Uh… yeah. That’s what I want to know, too… I’ll uhh, call you back.”

He ended the call and rolled his window down slightly to get a better view. The noise was deafening now—cheering, shouting, and frantic screams all mashed together.

His eyes scanned the scene, narrowing as he caught sight of a giant holographic screen erected in the middle of the street. The crowd had completely blocked the road, and the projection on the screen showed…

Bella Trevors.

Scott’s jaw tightened as he realized it was a video montage of her past exploits.

The caption read:

“WELCOME TO METRO CITY, MEAN QUEEN!”

The crowd was chanting her name over and over.

During this time…

The Peak was standing at the edge of a rooftop nearby with his super suit worn at the ready. He had a serious look on his face and his chest was pumped out as he had both hands on his waist.

『Now that Nightwatch’s gone… this is my chance to save Bella from anything… unfortunate…』

There was a desperate smile on his face.

Back to Scott…

He was seated in his luxurious car and staring at the crowd of crazy fans that held up Bella’s posters, cardboard cutouts and many other fan-obsessed merchandise.

“WE LOVE YOU, BELLAAAAAA!!”

“Please! MARRY ME!”

“YOUR MOVIES CHANGED MY LIFE!!”

Just looking at all this traumatized Scott to his core.

『I-, It reminds me of… the hospital… ugh…』

He almost looked like he’d vomit at any second.

[Ding! The individual named Bella Trevors might be in potential danger. Would the host like to save her and steal the heart of America’s sweetheart?]

His eyes went dull and half-lidded.

“Of course she’s in trouble…”