Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: New Earth
Late Night in Emma’s Mansion

The TV in the massive living room was on.

There were two figures curled up on the couch.

Scott sat there, eyes half-lidded, barely registering whatever was on the screen.

On the other hand, Emma wasn’t watching the TV at all.

Her affectionate amber eyes were locked onto Scott as she studied his every little movement—the slow blink of his tired eyes, the subtle twitch of his lips as he chewed on a piece of popcorn she had just fed him.

Scott exhaled softly before turning his gaze to her.

“Uh… you’ve been staring at me for quite some time…”

He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Kinda… uncomfortable.”

Emma’s lips formed a small pout.

“Hrmph…”

She leaned back, crossing her arms as her brows sank.

Scott blinked. “What’d I say?”

Emma scoffed and turned fully toward him.

“How can you say that the way I look at you makes you uncomfortable? I haven’t been able to look at you properly all week because you’ve been so busy, and now that I finally get the chance, you’re acting like I’m a bother? Bro, I’m your friggin’ babe… deal with it…”

Scott let out a small breath of amusement as his face relaxed into something more playful.

“Alright, alright~”

He murmured, then shifted on the couch as he slowly crawled toward her. His smirk grew wider.

“Then how about making it worth your time and giving you one or two smooches?”

Emma rolled her eyes and turned away dramatically.

“Hmph! Thought I was a bother, huh?”

She shot back, giving him a dramatic sideways glance filled with fake disdain—she clearly wanted his attention, and the best way to get it was to act upset.

Scott chuckled as he crawled even closer. And then—

“RAAAAAR!”

With a playful growl, he pounced on her.

Emma burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter as she fell back onto the couch with Scott on top of her.

Scott immediately went on the attack—kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck, leaving playful, ticklish pecks as he nuzzled against her.

“Mmm… if I had to tell the truth…”

He kissed her cheek again.

“Then I definitely—DEFINITELY missed you a lot more than you missed me, okayyyy?”

His kisses became relentless—almost like an excited dog smothering its owner.

Emma giggled angelically, her fingers sliding through his hair as she licked her lips. She couldn’t deny it—she loved the way he kissed her. Her body instinctively rubbed against his as an aroused purr escaped her lips—

“Aww, my good boy~ ❤️”

Scott was, and would always be her trigger.

It never took much for him to make her special place wet.

･･･

Meanwhile… In the Courtyard

A man landed with a soft thud in the courtyard of Emma’s mansion as his sleek, hyper-advanced suit gleamed under the soft rays of the moon.

With a tap on the core embedded in his chest, the armor dissolved into billions of nanites, reabsorbing like liquid into the high-tech gauntlet on his wrist—the Volkner Gauntlet.

Isaac Volkner straightened his casual suit, glancing around.

“Hmm… let’s see where she is…”

But before he could even think of approaching the door—

His gaze drifted to the massive bay window, and through the glass, he saw it—

Scott and Emma.

Laughing. Kissing. Playing around on the couch like two lovestruck idiots.

Isaac’s lips twitched slightly.

“Oh… th-, that must be her man…”

He murmured with mind-breaking pain.

For a brief moment, his eyes softened, almost as if he was about to cry. But why would he? By now, most people thought he should have moved on from the idea of being with Emma. She never seemed to love him that way, and no matter how much he tried to accept it, it was just too hard to get used to.

“I do remember Jenna saying she started dating someone recently…”

For a second, he just stood there, watching.

Then, with a small sigh, he cleared his throat and reached inside his suit jacket to pull out a strange, alien-looking cube. He studied it for a moment before muttering,

“Maybe instead of asking how she’s been and sending those expensive flowers, I should focus on this… Yeah. It’s way more important in the grand scheme of things.”

With that, he turned around, reactivated his exoskeleton, and shot into the night sky like a blue meteor, disappearing in an instant.

･･･

Back in the Living Room…

Emma was kicking her legs wildly in the air as her laughter echoed through the room as Scott continued his ticklish assault of kisses.

“Stop! Stop, Scott, stoooop!”

She wheezed, trying to catch her breath.

Scott finally relented, hovering over her with an impish grin.

His blue eyes gleamed as he gazed at her.

“So…” he murmured. “I hope that solves it all?”

Emma, still panting lightly from laughing so much, nodded.

“Uh-huh… but—”

She bit her lip.

“I just wanna know a few things about you.”

Scott arched a brow.

“That’s… random.”

He chuckled.

“But sure, go ahead.”

Emma hesitated for a second before finally saying—

“Can you… tell me about your family?”

The shift was instantaneous.

Scott’s face darkened. His playful demeanor evaporated.

Without a word, he stood up.

Emma barely registered it—he was so quick. But what she did notice was the pure, unfiltered anger on his face.

The disgust. The surprising anger.

As if her question was an offense in and of itself.

“… Scott?”

Her voice was small, uncertain.

“What did I… do wrong?”

━ ━ ━ ━

Scott lay in bed, arms folded behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was dark, silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall. He hadn’t moved in what felt like hours, and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to.

His mind wouldn’t shut up.

『Why am I like this…?』

He trusted Emma. He trusted Gwen. He even trusted the new people who had come into his life.

But when it came to his past, to them…

He didn’t know if he could talk about it.

『Not yet…』

Would they laugh if they found out what his family did to him? Would they think it was funny? Or worse—would they look at him differently? Like he was problematic?

Scott exhaled sharply through his nose and ran a hand down his face.

He didn’t know.

And not knowing made him feel like a ticking time bomb.

A long, heavy sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes.

“… Maybe I should think about this stressful shit after a good night’s rest.”

And with that, he allowed sleep to take him.

･･･

… knock! KNOCK!!

A faint knock sounded through the dark hallway.

There was late-night visitor.

Brigid stood outside Scott’s room, shifting from one foot to the other as her oversized pajamas swallowed her very small body. A thick duvet and a pillow were clutched tightly in her slender arms.

She knocked again, this time more gently.

“Uhm… Lord Nightwatch?”

Nothing.

Brigid swallowed, glancing around the endless hall of doors and darkness. The stillness made her shiver.

She knocked again—this time, harder, faster.

“L-Lord Nightwatch, please…”

Her voice wavered slightly.

“I-, I had a weird dream, and I’m really scared… Can I… can I sleep here with you?”

Still no response.

Brigid bit her lip as her expression fell. But as she turned to leave, she looked back at the long, dark hallway and how the nightmarish shadows crept along the walls.

Nope. No way.

She shook her head furiously before facing Scott’s door again, but with more panic.

“I’ll only feel safe if I’m with Lord Nightwatch…”

With that, she slowly dropped to her knees, then clasped her hands together in a prayer-like pose. Her head bowed several times in reverence, as if she were pleading before a sacred shrine.

“Oh, forgive me, great Lord Nightwatch…”

She whispered dramatically.

“I do not mean to trespass your holy grounds, but I am in great need of your transcendent comfort… so please, do not strike me down with your mighty presence simply because of this one sinful act!”

After a long, deep breath, she climbed to her feet and—

Twist.

The doorknob turned easily under her hand.

She stepped inside.

Brigid gently shut the door behind her, then turned toward the king-sized bed—

And her lips curled into a wicked smile.

Scott was fast asleep.

His calm breathing, his sharp features softened in slumber, the way the dull light cast shadows over his face…

“Eheheh…”

She giggled under her breath, hugging her pillow closer.

“The young lord looks so handsome when he sleeps… it almost makes me wanna get a deep taste of those succulent, saliva-covered lips~ Mmmhmm~ ❤️”

Her tongue flicked over her lips, slow and teasing, as she squeezed her pillow tighter, pressing her thighs together.

As her thighs pressed together, the friction between her panties and her most sensitive spot sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her tremble. A thin trail of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth as she kept rubbing, lost in the sensation.

Oh, how her body ached.

But then—SMACK!

She slapped herself on the butt, hard enough to make her jolt in pain — she could already imagine the red sting she left on that ass cheek — if only it was Lord Nightwatch.

“Bad Brigid! BAD!”

She shook her head aggressively, trying to expel the sinful thoughts.

“How dare I think of Lord Nightwatch in such a perverted manner… in his presence?!”

She took another deep breath, her fists clenched to her chest.

Yes. Self-control.

She must practice self-control.

Sure, the urge to strap on and pierce his butt while he sleeps burns deep in her veins, but she must resist!

She would be strong. She must be strong.

She exhaled one final time and nodded.

“… I should just go join him in bed. I have training with Miss Elfie tomorrow, anyway.”

But just as she took a step forward—

There was a twist of fate.

Something sparked in the air. Brigid froze.

A strange glow appeared before her eyes, then formed into intricate, shimmering runes—alien symbols she had never seen before.

Her heart pounded.

“Wh-, What’s this?!”

The symbols twisted, warping into a rotating vortex, that swirled faster and faster—

A portal.

Brigid panicked, stepping back. Then—

A sudden force yanked at her.

“No—wait, no!”

The otherworldly portal expanded as tendrils of energy lashed out like chains. Brigid barely had time to scream before it latched onto Scott, too, wrapping around his sleeping form—

FLASH!

And just like that—

They were gone.

━ ━ ━ ━

The Morning of a Stranger

Scott’s eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he noticed—he wasn’t in his room.

The ceiling was extremely high, adorned with intricate golden engravings. The chandelier above him wasn’t just expensive—it looked like it belonged in the palace of an Emperor. The walls, the grand furniture, the sheer luxury of it all…

This wasn’t Emma’s place.

Emma didn’t have a room like this.

『Hell, Emma doesn’t have this much ego.』

Scott sat up slightly as his brows furrowed.

“What the hell is going on…?”

And that’s when he felt it.

Softness. Warmth pressed against his bare chest.

He glanced down.

Two naked women. Sleeping on him.

His heartbeat stopped.

The white bedsheet barely covered their figures, and their delicate arms were wrapped around his torso, their legs tangled with his like vines clinging to a tree.

Scott froze.

『What—? What?!』

Panic shot through him like a bullet, and he tried to shift, but the moment he moved, both women stirred. A soft mmm~ left their lips as they clung to him tighter and their sexy, naked bodies pressed even closer.

Scott’s eye twitched.

『Nope. Nope. Nope.』

Without thinking, he bolted upright.

The sudden movement made the naked women frown in their sleep as they reached for him instinctively before curling back into each other.

Scott was already halfway across the room.

His hands frantically grabbed at the nearest pile of clothes.

Boxers. Pants. Where’s a damn shirt?!

His mind was running in circles.

“Did we have some kind of crazy, orgy party last night that I don’t remember…?”

He muttered, pulling on his pants.

“Or is this just Emma’s stupid idea of a prank after what I told her…?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, jeez.”

Frustrated, he spotted a plain black T-shirt draped over a full-length mirror.

Without thinking, he yanked it on.

Then—He saw his reflection.

His muscular frame. His sharp jawline. And—

The symbol on his chest.

A stylized “S” enclosed within a kite-shaped shield.

Scott froze.

His breath hitched as he stared at the reflection, then at his shirt, then back again.

“…What the fuck is going on… ?”

And then—

A voice.

Smooth. Deep. Familiar.

“Ahhh, the morning birds have sung, and the angels have given us light… morning has come, and the time to smile is always appreciated. One of my favorite quotes from the wise Emperors of the lost ages.”

Scott’s blood ran cold.

He didn’t want to believe it.

Slowly, slowly, he turned around.

And there he was.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stood near a throne-like chair, adjusting the cuff of his fitted suit. His sharp features, the commanding presence, the short black hair streaked with gray at the sides—proof of older years and authority.

Scott’s jaw dropped.

His chest tightened.

His mind screamed at him to run with the fear of a scared, broken child… but his legs wouldn’t move.

The fear that took hold of him as he stared at the man in front of him was overwhelming, breaking down the walls that had been holding back the weight of his trauma and pain. It felt like every scar on his body and every cruel word he’d ever been called started to sting all over again.

He was a grown man—someone who could dive into an ocean full of sea monsters without flinching and fight assassins to his last breath. But nothing had ever prepared him for this.

It was him.

Maxwell McQueen. His father.

Scott stumbled a step back, nearly crashing into the mirror.

Maxwell barely spared him a glance as he picked up a sleek blazer from the chair.

“Lose an hour in the morning, and you’ll spend the rest of the day trying to get it back…”

He smoothed out the fabric.

“So, a wise man should either rise early… or when they do lose that hour, search for it not—”

His sharp, piercing eyes finally met Scott’s.

“—but for something else. Like your goals.”

With an effortless flick, he threw the blazer.

It landed right in Scott’s face.

Scott ripped it off and finally found his voice.

“… Maxwell?”

His father simply adjusted the collar of his dress shirt.

“Dress yourself, son… McQueen men like us must seize the day if we want to seize the world, ahah!”

Scott clenched his jaw.

“No. This… this doesn’t make any sense.”

And then—Ding!

The one voice he’d been hoping to hear finally came.

[The Host has just arrived on Earth-2!]

Scott’s entire body went rigid.

『What…?』