Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Random Encounters
Mantis Tower, Metro City

The sound of laughter.

The clinking of champagne glasses.

They all echoed through the grand hall.

Scott stood effortlessly in the middle of a crowd of high-profile European businessmen, his posture relaxed, one hand shoved lazily into his pocket, and the other holding a simple glass of water. His trench coat was slightly open, revealing the plain black shirt underneath.

“So that was pretty much how I saved Bella…”

He finished his story so casually──as though he was just recounting a grocery trip.

The businessmen leaned in, hanging onto every word.

One of the businessmen, his face flushed with excitement and probably too much champagne, shot his hand into the air like an overzealous student.

“Can you tell the part about how you threw that rock again? The one where you sent him straight to the ground? I just simply adore how you describe the speed of it all.”

Scott chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he took a quick sip of water.

“Ahaha, come on now. I’ve already said that part like four times. I’m getting kinda tired here, fellas…”

Before the crowd could protest, a pair of slender arms wrapped around Scott from behind.

Bella.

She leaned in and her chin rested lightly on his shoulder.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at the eager businessmen.

“Come on~”

She giggled with her usual charm.

“Can’t you let my man rest, at least just a little? I know his heroic little save was amazing, but honestly, shouldn’t that be expected from someone this handsome and strong?”

Her fingers slid down his arm, squeezing his bicep with deliberate slowness. Her cheeks flushed an erotic shade of red, and she bit her lower lip with such heat it could’ve melted the ice in their champagne flutes.

Across the room, The Peak watched from the corner.

『I can’t believe this…』

His face tightened like he’d bitten into an unripe lemon.

Scott glanced back at Bella.

“Some personal space would really be appreciated…”

He kept his tone flat.

“Don’t want the media getting the wrong idea.”

Bella’s lips curled into an even hotter smirk.

“Oh? And so?”

She purred very softly as her fingers trailed slowly down the side of his arm.

“What if they do get the wrong idea? Honestly, I’d enjoy that. Imagine… having you all to myself, mmm~”

She licked her lips, slow and tempting.

The businessmen shifted uncomfortably, coughing into their fists, pretending to look elsewhere—suddenly fascinated by the architecture, their drinks, anything but the obvious tension sizzling between the two.

The Peak couldn’t take it anymore.

With a dramatic flair, he downed his entire glass of wine in one go, then slammed it onto a nearby tray before walking toward the group with arms outstretched.

“ALRIGHT!”

He boomed with a voice loud enough to startle a few of the businessmen.

“Enough of all that Scat talk—”

Scott’s eyebrow twitched.

“Scott…” he corrected flatly.

The Peak ignored him, positioning himself right between Scott and Bella like a giant golden wall of desperation.

“If anyone should be telling a fun story, it’s probably me!”

He declared with a grin that screamed, Please look at me instead.

The businessmen straightened up.

They seemed eager to shift their attention.

With both hands on his waist, chest puffed out, The Peak launched into his story.

“Have you heard about the time I flew into space? Yes, space—because I had to save a MegaCorp vessel carrying six astronauts. It failed to make it out of the atmosphere and was crashing down with enough force to implode an entire city!”

He laughed loudly, as if his own words were the punchline to a joke only he found hilarious.

“But did I hesitate? No! I locked in, flew straight up, and saved them all! HAHAH!”

The businessmen burst into applause as their faces lit up with admiration.

Well… most of them.

Bella didn’t clap.

She didn’t even blink.

She stared off into the distance, looking more interested in counting ceiling tiles.

Scott simply rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed slightly, as if trying to solve an equation.

The Peak’s grin faltered.

He turned to Bella, his smile forced and stiff.

“Bella… are you impressed?”

Her eyes slid toward him, half-lidded with boredom.

“Get me a glass of insomnia… then maybe I’ll care enough to even listen.”

The Peak’s smile cracked like cheap plastic.

His jaw clenched, and without thinking, he shot a glare sharp enough to cut steel—right at Scott, as if it was somehow his fault.

Unaware of the glare—or simply not caring—Scott snapped his fingers suddenly.

“Wait a minute…”

He had his answer.

“Didn’t I read your info card? The one recently released by the Hero Agency?”

The Peak blinked as his fake smile twitched nervously.

Scott folded his arms.

Blank expression. Sharp tone.

“Yeah… it said you can’t fly.”

The room fell into a thick silence.

All eyes shifted from Scott… to The Peak.

The hero chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as sweat threatened to out him.

“Uhhh… I can fly…”

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I just really don’t like doing it all the time because, uh, I get… easily sick in the air.”

Scott tilted his head slightly, clearly not buying it.

“Nah…”

He replied coolly, then shook his head.

“Pretty sure it said your ability is to multiply human potential to the ultimate peak of humanity.”

He leaned in slightly and his eyes narrowed.

“Humans can’t fly.”

The silence was deafening.

One of the businessmen coughed awkwardly, another sipped his champagne with the kind of focus usually reserved for life-altering decisions.

The Peak’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled Bella’s earlier blush.

“… Well uhhh…”

He muttered weakly, eyes darting around for an escape.

“Maybe you just… misread it.”

Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Sure, buddy.”

Bella snorted. “Pffft──loser…”

The Peak stood in disbelief.

He was standing amongst these people, but at the same time he almost felt like he was alone. It felt like a chest-ripping sort of pain that left his mind fractured.

His jaw was clenched so hard a vein pulsed at his temple.

His sharp eyes were locked onto the sight of Bella, laughing—no, giggling—with Scott McQueen.

Her laughter wasn’t polite or forced like the shallow chuckles of the businessmen circling them. No, it was real—light, melodic, the kind that filled a room without trying.

And worse… it was because of him.

Scott had said something—a casual remark probably, nothing special—and she was laughing like he’d just told the joke of the century. She even leaned into him slightly and her hand brushed his arm as if it belonged there.

The Peak’s fists tightened around a nearby glass.

A faint crack.

His eyes darted around, hoping—praying—someone else would see how ridiculous this was.

But instead, he caught snippets of whispered conversations floating through the businessmen.

“I didn’t know The Peak could be so fond of lying…”

One whispered to his companion.

The other chuckled nervously, sipping his drink.

“We can’t just take someone else’s word over The Peak’s. He’s iconic—loved by the public.”

“Right… but did you notice? He didn’t even try to defend himself after Mr. McQueen called him out.”

A pause. A soft, thoughtful hum. Then:

“Makes it hard to believe he isn’t lying, huh?”

And the final nail:

“Exactly. If he’s dishonest about something like that… how can we even trust doing business with him?”

Crack.

The glass finally gave way under the pressure of his grip and splintered slightly, but he didn’t care. He forced a deep breath, swallowing the boiling rage, and plastered on a smile so painfully fake it looked like a wax figure come to life.

His jaw ached.

『Breathe. Smile. Don’t lose it here.』

He threw a sharp side-eye at Scott.

“… You must really be enjoying this, huh?”

His voice was low, bitter, like venom dripping from a smiling snake.

Scott glanced over lazily, one brow arching with effortless indifference.

“Hmm? Not really.”

He shrugged, then took another sip of his water.

“Not a fan of fancy parties like these. Heck, I’d pick a frat party over this anytime.”

Still draped around Scott like he was her favorite armchair, Bella giggled softly. She leaned closer, pressing a light kiss against Scott’s cheek, leaving a faint smear of red lipstick.

“Aww~ ❤️ He only came here because of me…”

She cooed like a sweet, little succubus.

“Of course he did… I mean, what man wouldn’t want to spend the night with a lovely lady like myself, hmm? There’s no need to deny it, Mr. McQueen~”

She winked, then her lips curled into a sexy smile.

Scott’s response?

A deadpan side-eye.

He casually wiped the lipstick off with the back of his hand and muttered.

“Ehh… not exactly.”

The Peak’s grin twitched.

His fists clenched tighter—bones cracking this time.

『So this son of a bitch, Scott McQueen, really dares to insult me like this?』

His mind spiraled, replaying that humiliating interview with Konrad Kain, where the world basically got a front-row seat to his not-so-subtle admiration for Bella Trevors. Everyone knew. It wasn’t a secret. And yet here was Scott… acting like Bella was just some random girl in the crowd.

… Tch──!

With a sharp turn, The Peak stomped away, his polished shoes thudding against the marble like war drums.

･･･

Some Minutes Later

Scott stood in front of an unnecessarily massive fruit punch fountain. The thing was a ridiculous spectacle—three tiers of crimson liquid cascading like some sacred beverage offering to the gods of pretentiousness.

Scott squinted at it, unimpressed.

“… Barely anyone’s drinking this. So why’d they have to make it into a fountain? A bowl would’ve been way better… Sigh, rich people always doing the absolute most.”

Grabbing a nearby glass, he lazily dunked it into the flowing punch to fill it to the brim.

He took a slow sip, then nodded slightly.

“Mmm… that’s good.”

But the moment he turned around—

—there he was.

Standing right in his face.

Vincent Lakewood.

Confident posture. Smug face. That air of self-importance that practically screamed──I think I’m better than you.

Scott blinked, tilting his head slightly.

“…Uhm. Who’re you?”

Vincent’s eye twitched.

He cleared his throat dramatically, straightening his tie with a stiff jerk.

“I’m Vincent La—”

But before he could finish, a woman in a cream dress sauntered over as her hips swaying with casual grace. She perched her surprisingly massive butt on the edge of the punch fountain table, dangerously close to Scott.

[Ding! The individual next to you has been identified as the superheroine – Rope Girl!]

She didn’t even spare Vincent a glance.

“Oh, his name’s Vincent Lakewood…”

She said, lazily twirling a lock of her black hair.

“An absolute dickhead and one of the top hero recruitment agents under Priority Solutions.”

Vincent’s jaw clenched as his nostrils flared slightly.

But Scott’s reaction?

Instant.

His playful, indifferent demeanor vanished like smoke in the wind. His eyes snapped to Vincent, sharp as broken glass. The once-empty look in them now burned with something dark—something dangerous.

“… What do you want?”

His voice was low. Cold.

Vincent adjusted his tie again.

This time there was less confidence.

Seeing no point in keeping up the friendly act, he sighed and let the smugness return—forced, but present.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person…”

Vincent said with a fowl grin.

“We haven’t spoken since your girlfriend left you. I hope your heart is nursing well.”

Silence.

Scott’s grip tightened around his glass.

His knuckles went white.

But he didn’t say anything.

Not yet.

His eyes just stared. Unblinking.

Like a predator deciding if the thing in front of him was worth the effort to kill.

During this time, the woman in cream, Zoe Kingston, kept her bloodlusted eyes sharply on Scott.

『I’ll get the answers I need… now…』