Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Celebrity “Gift”
Scott leaned back against his sleek sports car with arms crossed as he glanced at the holographic interface on his wristwatch.

The morning sun was ever active but the air was still cold enough for you to see your own breath.

He sighed as his attention shifted to the horde of fans that had now fully clogged the street.

The roar of the crowd was deafening—chants, screams, and wild declarations of undying love all blending into one chaotic nonsense──to him at least.

Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly as he noticed something odd.

“Huh…”

He thoughtfully rubbed his jaw.

“There’s way more dudes here than I thought. Seriously… they’re simping this hard?”

He let out a low whistle as his thin, strawberry lips quirked into a lopsided grin.

“That’s kinda crazy…”

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the noise suddenly spiked. The crowd grew even more frantic, and Scott instinctively glanced toward the source of the commotion.

“Here we go…”

He pushed off the car and stood upright.

A luxurious black Rolls-Royce limousine cruised into view.

The vehicle gleamed like a polished jewel, and as it slowed to a stop, the sea of fans parted like worshippers making way for their goddess.

“Oh my God! Bella, I LOVE YOU!”

“PLEASE, MARRY ME!!”

“YOU’RE PERFECT, QUEEN!”

“I IDENTIFY AS A WOMAN BUT I WOULD GROW A DICK JUST SO I COULD FUCK YOU!”

“Bruh… too far…”

One woman near the front started hyperventilating, clutching her chest as if she were about to faint.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! SHE’S HERE! BELLA TREVORS IS REALLY HERE! THIS PRESSURE… I CAN’T TAKE IT! KYAAAAAA!”

With a dramatic gasp, the woman collapsed onto the pavement.

Scott covered his face with one hand.

“Christ…”

He shook his head slowly.

“A grown-ass woman, too. That’s just… embarrassing.”

He peeked through his fingers, watching as Butler Morgan stepped out of the limousine with the precision and dignity of someone who’d probably been doing it for thirty years. The aging man walked to the back of the car and opened the door with a respectable elegance.

“Ohoooo, such a high-value butler!”

“You can just tell that the Trevors Family know how to select the most suitable butlers.”

“Well, only the best to take care of our princess!”

The crowd exploded into a frenzy.

Cameras flashed like strobe lights as fans screamed at the top of their lungs.

Bella Trevors stepped out.

She didn’t wave.

She didn’t smile at the crowd.

Instead, she stood there with her trademark smug look, chin slightly raised as if to remind everyone she was above them. Her glossy, platinum-blonde hair held perfectly into place, and the confidence in her sharp blue eyes could’ve pierced steel.

The sexiness of her swanky red dress and how well it clung to her unrealistically beautiful curves was really something to gape all day at.

Truly, she was a goddess in red.

Watching this from a distance, Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Holy shit…”

He sounded oddly amazed.

“She’s got such a punchable face… what the fuck?”

Meanwhile, atop a nearby rooftop, The Peak was crouched low, binoculars in one hand as his other hand… well, it was busy elsewhere. His high-tech suit was visibly tight in one particular area, and his breathing was ragged as he zoomed in on Bella’s face.

“Holy shit…”

He whispered, trembling slightly.

“She’s got such a kissable face…”

His hand slid down his pants and started to climb up go down in a repeated motion.

“Yesss. Keep making that face like you want to step on my balls so I can spray you with some of this peak yogurt formula, my beautiful goddess. I let my dick get pounded by a friggin’ hydraulic press just to get a sniff on that hair, hmm~ Imagine if she let me— No! Focus! She’s in danger. She’s in danger!”

Despite his best efforts, his hand twitched ever so slightly.

Back on the street, Judy Cho—our feisty, troublemaking journalist—was rushing to intercept Bella. She adjusted her pencil skirt as she approached, trying to look professional, but the flustered, desperate look on her face ruined the effect.

“Miss Trevors!”

Judy called out, hurrying toward her.

“I just need a moment—just one question, please!”

Bella’s sharp eyes flicked toward her, and she immediately squeezed her face into a look of annoyance. Taking a step back, she signaled her bodyguards without saying a word.

Two massive men in black suits quickly stepped forward.

Their presence alone was enough to make Judy pause.

“Miss…”

One of the guards said sternly, holding up a hand.

“We must ask you to keep a respectful distance from Miss Trevors.”

“Respectful?!”

Judy blurted as her eyebrows shot up.

“I am respecting her! I’m just doing my friggin’ job, you dumb fu—”

Before she could finish, chaos erupted.

A very fat man burst through the crowd and tore his shirt open to reveal a bloated stomach with “I LOVE YOU BELLA” scrawled across it in thick, black marker.

“PLEASE, TOUCH ME!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Bella’s face twisted into visible disgust as she recoiled.

“Get him the fuck out of here…” she said coldly.

Two of the bodyguards immediately rushed forward to grab the man by his arms and dragging him away.

“WAIT!”

The man screamed, thrashing against their grip.

“CAN YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN?! I DIDN’T GET A GOOD VISUAL PICTURE OF IT FOR LATER TONIGHT! I NEED TO MASTURBATE TO THAT FACE! PLEASE, I NEED THIS! MY MOM IS KINDA HOMELESS!!”

The guards’ expressions turned even more disgusted as they yanked him along.

“At least free my hands so I can do it right now!”

The man bellowed as they hauled him off.

Scott’s face squeezed so hard.

He’d been watching this unfold from the sidelines and now he looked like he was about to vomit.

“What the actual fuck…”

He muttered, turning his gaze away.

“This can’t be real life. These dudes are… they’re broken. She’s been grooming them or something. Six years on the big screen, and they’re still eating this Mean Queen crap up? Crazy.”

He shook his head, trying so desperately to wipe the memory from his brain.

Back on the rooftop, The Peak was still observing, biting his lip as his binoculars followed Bella’s every move.

“God, she’s so strong!”

A crazed smile crept across his face.

“So commanding. If she ever yelled at me like that…”

He shuddered and clenched his fists.

“No! Focus! Bella needs my help! I can’t fail her now!”

･･･

Bella Trevors hesitated for a moment and her ice-cold demeanor softened just slightly as she glanced at the crowd. The sea of screaming fans seemed to blur together as their chants blended into one massive, thunderous roar.

She raised her hand.

The movement was slow and intentional as her perfectly manicured fingers extended upward.

And just like that, the uproar stopped.

It was as if the world itself had hit pause.

Every fan held their breath as their eyes remained wide and unblinking. Some even clutched their chests as if witnessing a divine phenomenon.

Bella waved.

A simple, graceful wave, yet the crowd reacted as though she’d just performed a miracle worthy of legends.

“Oh my GOD! SHE WAVED! SHE WAVED!”

“THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!”

“QUEEN! PLEASE, STEP ON ME!”

But then, like a sudden thunderclap on a sunny day trouble erupted.

Four men emerged from the crowd, their faces obscured by tactical masks as their high-tech weapons charged up with menacing noises.

… BZZZZT!

Two of the men fired without hesitation and the energy blasts from their guns slammed into Bella’s bodyguards and sent them flying several meters back. The massive men hit the ground like ragdolls as they groaned in pain.

Bella’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck?!” she hissed.

Before she could react further, two of the masked men lunged forward. One grabbed her left arm, the other her right. A third man wrapped his arm around her neck, locking her in place.

“LET GO OF HER!”

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH OUR QUEEN!”

“THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY!”

The fans exploded into a frenzy, screaming threats and pleas as their devotion to Bella reached a fever pitch. Some shouted incoherent threats while others broke into sobs.

Leaning against his sports car, Scott remained entirely unbothered. He sighed heavily, then scratched the back of his neck as he watched the scene unfold.

“Jesus Christ…” he muttered under his breath.

“This is so fake. I mean, c’mon. High-tech weapons? Random guys in masks? And they just happen to pick her? This is the shittiest publicity stunt I’ve ever seen.”

He let out a dry chuckle as his lips curled into a smirk.

“What’s next? They demand a ransom of… I don’t know… sixty million dollars?”

As if on cue, one of the masked men adjusted his weapon and stepped forward.

“LISTEN UP!”

The crowd fell silent.

“We want five million dollars in an hour, or it’s goodbye to the blonde chick!”

He pointed his gun directly at Bella, who was still frozen in shock.

Scott’s expression became more and more disappointed as he slapped a hand over his face.

“Five million? For her?”

He laughed bitterly.

“This is some 80s soap opera ass dialogue. Bro, you kidnap the daughter of a family worth billions, and thirty million is the best you can come up with? Amateur hour…”

The crowd, however, wasn’t as skeptical.

The fans were losing their minds.

“DON’T HURT HER!”

“WE’LL PAY! WE’LL ALL CHIP IN!”

“QUEEN BELLA DOESN’T DESERVE THIS!”

Standing nearby with his jaw tight, Butler Morgan adjusted his bowtie. The usually composed man’s face darkened with fury as he stepped forward.

“Unhand Miss Trevors this instant!”

There was such deadly intent in his voice.

One of the gunmen turned and fired an energy blast directly at him.

Morgan dodged with surprising agility for a man of his age and closed the distance in a flash, spearing the gunman to the ground with enough force to make the crowd gasp.

But before he could follow up, another of the masked men delivered a brutal kick to his jaw to send the butler rolling on the ground.

“UUUURGHH──!!”

Blood dripped from Morgan’s lips as he lay motionless.

“MORGAN!”

Bella screamed as her voice cracked with genuine panic.

The man holding her tightened his grip around her neck.

“Fucking shut it, princess, and stay pretty. Or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

Bella’s breathing hitched.

Fear overtook her as she dared not speak another word.

She glanced at a wounded Morgan as her sharp blue eyes glistened with concern.

Scott noticed the look on her face, and his smirk faded.

His expression malformed into something sour.

“Aw, man…”

He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Now I feel like a dick.”

Just as the masked men began pulling Bella toward an unmarked van, a sharp CRACK echoed through the air.

One of the gunmen let out a blood-curdling scream as a jagged stone tore through his shoulder.

It moved so quickly you could call it a bullet.

“FUUUUUCK!”

He howled, then clutched his bleeding arm.

The remaining three spun around in panic.

… click────BWOOOORP!

Their weapons charged up again.

“WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!”

“IS IT THE COPS?!”

“DAMN IT, NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT COPS!”

Scott stepped forward, lazily waving a hand as he emerged from the crowd.

“Nah, it’s just me.”

The crowd’s murmurs reached a peak as the masked men looked around in shock, with Scott McQueen standing tall in their presence as his dark trench coat swayed dramatically with every subtle movement he made.

Meanwhile, on a nearby rooftop, a man hidden in the shadows adjusted the angle of his camera, then zoomed in on Scott’s handsome face.

“The boss won’t like this…”

He tapped the communicator in his ear with shaky fingers.

“Uh… Mr. Lakewood?”

He whispered while keeping his eyes locked on the happening scene below.

A sharp, exasperated voice cut through the static of his earpiece.

“What is it now? I told you to keep the camera steady and stop wasting my time with every little—”

“Sir, it’s him…”

“It’s whom?”

“The Peak is… um… he’s not here.”

There was a brief pause.

Then, Vincent Lakewood’s voice erupted like thunder.

“What the ACTUAL fuck?!”

He sounded so done.

“You’re telling me that The Peak—our Peak—our so-called hero—isn’t on the scene while the most publicized abduction in recent history is happening?!”

The cameraman winced at the verbal assault.

He glanced nervously over his shoulder as though Vincent’s rage could somehow materialize behind him.

“Y-, Yeah… I, uh… I’ve been looking everywhere, sir. He’s nowhere to be seen… should I—”

“Keep the camera rolling!”

Vincent barked.

“I’ll deal with that idiot. Just don’t miss anything.”

“Y-, Yes, sir!”

He focused his lens back on the scene below, muttering under his breath.

“The Peak might be a little late at this point…”

･･･

Down below, the crowd was now entirely fixated on Scott.

“That guy…”

One girl whispered, clutching her friend’s arm.

“He looks so familiar… and sexy.”

Another gasped as her hands flew to her mouth.

“Oh my god… it’s… it’s definitely Scott McQueen! That handsome prince!”

“Prince? *scoff* He’s not a prince, but… yeah, he’s definitely handsome.”

Meanwhile, Scott was utterly unfazed by the attention.

He lazily shifted his weight onto one leg, his hands still tucked into his coat pockets as he stared down the remaining masked men.

One of them stepped forward as his high-tech gun trembled slightly in his grip.

“I’m warning you, pretty boy!”

The man snarled.

“You better get the fuck out of here, or I’ll blast you so hard you ain’t waking up until next Friday.”

Scott sighed, tilting his head as though the entire situation was a personal inconvenience.

“What? They didn’t give y’all better scripts back at whatever shitty studio you came from?”

The man froze as his finger hovered over the trigger.

“H-, How did you kn—”

Before he could finish, Scott closed the distance in an instant as his fist collided with the man’s face like a meteor. The force sent the attacker crumpling to the ground, unconscious before he hit the dirt.

“Next…” Scott muttered.

The remaining men opened fire as their energy blasts sliced through the air with crackling force.

… swoooosh────ZOOOM!

Scott ducked and weaved with inhuman agility, snatching up the gun of the man he’d just taken down. With a swift pivot, he swung the weapon like a bat to strike the injured attacker square in the head.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

“SCOTT! SCOTT! SCOTT!”

“HE’S SO HOT WHEN HE FIGHTS!”

“I WANT HIM TO PUNCH ME NEXT!”

Scott ignored the praises.

His focus was honed on the final two attackers.

One of them continued firing wildly, while the other took a desperate step back, pulling Bella closer as a human shield.

“Stay back!”

The man screamed.

“I-, I mean it! I’ll kill her!”

Scott rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You really need to work on your clichés.”

He dashed forward and kept as low as a snake to avoid the barrage of lasers.

… fwissshh!

In a single fluid motion, he performed a low roundhouse kick that caught one attacker in the jaw and sent him spinning to the ground with a strangled cry.

The last man, clearly panicked, tightened his grip on Bella and took another shaky step back. But before he could even think about his next move, Scott was already there.

In a blur of speed, Scott grabbed Bella’s hand and pulled her toward him, then skillfully used the momentum to launch himself forward.

… pow────KRAAAAK!!

His foot connected with the man’s sternum, then sent him flying through a row of tables and crashing into a pile of debris.

The crowd went wild.

“HE’S AMAZING!”

“SCOTT, PLEASE MARRY ME!”

“I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!”

Bella stumbled slightly and her hot breath hitched as she found herself pressed against Scott’s strong chest. Her sharp blue eyes searched his face as her expression was one of shock and… admiration?

Perhaps… even attraction.

“You…”

She whispered with a trembling voice.

“You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?”

Scott blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What? No, I—”

“I knew it…”

Bella interrupted, placing a hand on his chest.

“But… who wouldn’t? And to think you’re such an incredible fighter…”

Her voice softened as her cheeks flushed.

“I’m impressed. Deeply impressed.”

“Uh, thanks, but—”

Before Scott could finish, Bella leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss so deep and passionate it left the entire crowd gasping.

It was the deepest, wettest, sloppiest kiss ever.

The fans lost their minds.

“OH MY GOD! SHE’S KISSING HIM!”

“QUEEN BELLA AND SCOTT FOREVER!”

“THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!”

Meanwhile, on a nearby rooftop, The Peak stepped out of a small shed, a picture of Bella in one hand and his other hand suspiciously sticky with some white, viscous substance.

“Oh snap…”

He muttered to himself with a tired face.

“Couldn’t resist one more session… but damn, that was worth it.”

His communicator buzzed to life, and Vincent’s enraged voice roared in his ear.

“Peak, you useless pile of shit! Bella’s been abducted! Get your ass down there NOW!”

The Peak’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit!”

He sprinted to the edge of the roof and leaped off.

Unfortunately, he misjudged the angle and scraped his back against a sharp ledge on the way down. With a pained grunt, he managed to land in a dramatic superhero pose, one knee and fist on the ground.

He stood and dusted off his hands.

“HA! HA! HAAA!”

He struck a confident pose.

“Never fear, for The Peak is here!”

The crowd fell silent.

Their attention was still locked on Scott and Bella.

The Peak frowned as his eyes followed theirs.

His jaw dropped as he saw Bella still locked in Scott’s manly arms as her lips continued to suckle his.

“Wait… WHAT?!”

Truly, the greatest PR stunt of the year.