Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Go Nude or Go Home!
Gwen was already halfway through pulling down her tight black pants—then there was her cropped white hoodie that she wouldn’t think twice about tossing carelessly to the side.

In her mind, she was practically celebrating—finally, she got to take off her clothes! And not just that, but she was so glad she decided to wear THOSE panties today.

『YES! When Scott sees them, he’s never gonna stop thinking about them… they’re tight, snug, leaving just enough to the imagination while also showing everything in the sexiest way possible—this is such an easy winner, kek!』

She giggled pervertedly to herself.

But before she could strip any further—

“Uhm, Gwen?”

Scott held up a hand from his seat.

“Not sure you need to do all that.”

Gwen paused mid-motion, then looked up at Scott, pants half-down.

“Huh? Wh-, Why?”

Scott tilted his head, giving her a confused look.

“Well… you can just turn into mist and phase through the block, remember? So, uh, whether you’re wearing clothes or not… wouldn’t really matter, right?”

There was already a smug look on his face.

『Dr. Goode always says that if he wants to keep his harem stable, he needs to treat all his women equally. So, if Emma isn’t taking off her clothes, then Gwen shouldn’t have to either. Besides, Gwen is pretty shy about this kind of thing—I’m sure she’s uncomfortable with it. Haha! I really do know her well, don’t I?』

Gwen just stared at him.

Like he had just taken her pet goldfish and flushed it down the toilet. Which was ironic, because she had done exactly that to Scott’s pet spider when they were kids.

Her hands clenched, yanking her clothes back up with an angry grunt as she grumbled every insult she could think of under her breath.

The sheer frustration was palpable.

Scott, utterly lost, blinked.

“Uh… wh-, what’d I do wrong?”

Brigid, who had been lazily floating above him, let out a delighted chuckle.

“As if my liege could ever do something wrong! You’re the epitome of perfection and handsomeness!”

She clasped her hands together as her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement before suddenly leaning in with a thirsty, more disturbing grin.

“To be honest, I shall consider it an honor the day my lord grants me the sweet and kind opportunity to unsheathe my age-old pink dildo and penetrate him from the back in all that is pure and holy…”

Scott didn’t even flinch this time.

He just sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“Typical.”

The next block with a weird hollow shape started making its way toward Gwen. Now fully in mist form, she floated with her arms crossed, looking thoroughly unamused, her lips pouting ever so slightly. The block reached her, and with all the enthusiasm of a kid forced to eat vegetables, she phased through it.

On the other side, she re-materialized and walked over to where Miss Mercury and the other successful contestants stood.

Mercury gave her a side-eye.

“You don’t look too happy for someone who just won.”

Gwen let out a sluggish shrug.

“Well, maybe ’cause I wanted to take off my clothes and show Scott the new, shamelessly tight panties I ordered from some weird slut market in Colombia…”

She sighed dramatically.

Miss Mercury completely disregarded her despair and leaned in with a knowing grin.

“Ooooh, I want one too.”

Her fists were already pumped up.

“If we’re having a threesome, we can match underwear and give his dick a penial arrest!”

Gwen raised a brow. “… Penile arrest?”

Mercury beamed. “It’s like cardiac arrest but for a—”

Gwen quickly raised a dismissive hand, looking away.

“Uhm, nevermind. Sorry I asked.”

Mercury shot her a side-eye. “Tch. Bitch.”

Gwen chuckled. “Freak.”

Meanwhile, the next block was arriving, and the next person in line was Dark Elf. She had already pulled off her black cropped hoodie, revealing more of her sculpted, battle-worn body. Her abs were sharp enough to cut steel, her toned arms flexing slightly as she moved.

Still seated, Scott had his eyes shut and hands covering them—at least at first.

The second her hoodie was completely off, though, some mysterious instinct compelled him to peek. He parted his fingers just enough to see through them… and immediately wished he hadn’t.

Dark Elf stood there, covered only by a snug ash sports bra that did nothing to hide the sheer size of her breasts. It was like reality had been lying this whole time—her hoodie had done an expert job at disguising the true scale of her assets.

Scott’s cheeks tinged red.

“Damn… to think all those chips don’t even add weight to her body. Unless… well, they are going somewhere else, if you know what I mean…”

He smirked to himself.

Completely unfazed, Dark Elf looked down at her own chest with mild curiosity. With a neutral face, she grabbed onto her breasts and casually pushed them up a bit.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up like they were about to fall off his forehead.

She pushed them up again, squeezing slightly.

“Oh? Didn’t know my tits got this big… must be all those chips. Yeah, that’s it.”

Scott leaned forward slightly, mouth slightly open.

“What am I witnessing…?”

Dark Elf just kept nonchalantly pushing them up as if she were checking for loose change.

Completely shameless. Completely deadpan.

As if this was just another normal Tuesday for her.

Meanwhile, Rope Girl nudged Witch.

“Wouldn’t you like some of those chips? Or nah?”

Witch raised a brow. “Uh… Why would I need to eat chips?”

Usually slow on the uptake, Deathmark immediately slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.

Even she got where Rope Girl was going.

Witch squinted at Deathmark. “What’s so funny?”

Deathmark just shook her head, still giggling. “Nothing.”

Sniperess, who had been silent most of the time, adjusted her high-tech sniper rifle.

“Well, pretty much every woman here has big tits, so the boss probably thought you might want some too.”

Witch’s face twitched.

She looked away, her chest puffing out slightly.

“I don’t need shit like big tits. My small ones let me move and dodge better in combat. And I don’t like back pain either. So there’s that.”

Rope Girl, Deathmark, and Sniperess just exchanged knowing smirks.

They had definitely gotten under her skin.

Sniperess exhaled through her nose.

“Pshh—flat-chested cuties always use the ‘big tits give back pain’ excuse for their inferior milkers…”

Deathmark snorted.

“Eheheh, she said inferior milkers, kek…”

Witch just rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Whatever…”

Dark Elf was still at it—pushing her tits up in a slow, controlled way, making them bounce with a soft, fluid motion, as if they were filled with water. She tilted her head slightly to watch the effect with mild amusement before murmuring—

“Hmm… fun to play with…”

More than half the time, she barely even remembered she had something this big and shapely on her chest. Her life was a constant battlefield, yet somehow, she never suffered from the lags that plagued other women who moved with melons this size.

It was almost unfair.

Miss Mercury folded her arms, rolling her eyes before clicking her tongue in irritation.

“Tch, friggin’ show-off…”

She muttered under her breath.

But then, with inhuman speed, her gaze snapped to Scott.

“AHAH──!!”

And just as she expected—there he was, eyes locked on the spectacle, too mesmerized to even pretend otherwise. A few seconds too late, he shut his eyes as if that would erase the crime from existence.

Rather than shout, Mercury just turned back to Dark Elf as her gaze drifted from her toned, chocolate skin to her lean, athletic form.

A necessary pause.

Then, in a quiet mumble, she admitted—

“To be honest… can’t even blame him.”

Oblivious or simply indifferent, Dark Elf finally stopped playing with herself and stretched her arms above her head.

“Uhm, we should probably focus on the challenge. The block’s almost here.”

With that, she glanced down at her cargo pants, then without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and yanked them down. Her brown stomping boots followed right after. Now, standing in nothing but her sports bra and undies, she was completely free.

And the reactions? Immediate.

Scott’s jaw nearly unhinged.

His face heated up in an instant. But it wasn’t just him.

Even the other women found themselves staring with their eyes wide at the dull, effortless sexiness before them.

Bella Trevors, usually one to scoff at competition, was even whispering in sock—

“Impossible… how the hell do her ass and thighs fill those sports undies so perfectly?”

She clenched her phone tighter as her fingers twitched with the urge to start taking notes.

“Damn it… I wanna see her in Nike Pros now…”

Next to her, Foxgirl hummed in agreement as she nodded like a hypnotized victim.

“To be honest… yeah… I see the vision. Even I’m not sure I can fill up sports undies that nicely. Which is why I resort to G-string thongs and whatnot.”

The two of them hummed together in deep thoughts.

Meanwhile, beyond the pink veil, billions of aliens were screaming at the top of their lungs.

“I’LL PAY A HUNDRED TAELS JUST TO SEE THAT DARK ELF CHICK! PLEASE!”

“A HUNDRED TAELS?! YOU CAN BUY A WHOLE DAMN STAR SYSTEM WITH THAT!”

“I DON’T CARE! I NEED THIS!”

“I’LL APPLY FOR GENERATIONAL DEBT JUST FOR A PICTURE OF HER OUT OF THOSE DAMN CLOTHES!!”

Luminyss, completely unfazed, simply yawned.

“Sorry, guys. No dice.”

Back on the bridge, Dark Elf finished rolling her shoulders as her lean muscles flexed slightly before she turned her attention to the incoming block. Unlike the others, hers had only two narrow, vertical openings—one of the hardest configurations to clear.

“Good thing I stripped down…”

She murmured to herself.

“If Scott’s right, this should be way easier.”

She shifted her stance, planting her right foot forward, arms positioned like a sprinter at the starting line. Then, in a single motion, she moved like a gust of wind—launching forward and executing a flawless diving roll through one of the vertical openings.

Smooth. Precise.

The block passed by, failing to capture her.

A moment of silence. Then—

“Ooooo, you got through!”

Mercury, Dog Girl, and Gwen clapped in unison.

Dark Elf stood, brushing some weird sandy glass off her skin and hair.

“Well, it was Scott’s idea to strip, and it’s been working so far. Guess I should thank him later.”

She paused.

“Maybe I’ll give him some of my chips.”

Even after such a clean win, she still looked… bland.

As if none of this fazed her.

Before Luminyss could even announce the next competitor, Bella Trevors was already too absorbed in her phone as her fingers typed at inhuman speeds.

She was texting the accounts of every sporting apparel she knew across all social media platforms.

“Tch… there’s no way some chick looks better in sports undies than me. I’ll model for every brand that’ll take me and prove my—”

She sucked in a dramatic breath.

“My insecurities wrong! Fuck it, I’ll say it this once!”

Seated comfortably on his throne, Scott hesitated.

“Uhm… Bella… you uh…”

“Shh, shh, shhh!”

Bella held up a finger, not even looking up.

“Shut up for a second, darling. I’m in the middle of talking to some top brands here. Not that you’d understand, since your modeling career pretty much ended before it even started, but uhm… no offense.”

Scott’s eyes dulled.

“None taken…”

He leaned back, sighed, and went silent.

Luminyss exhaled.

“Bella Trevors… not even trying.”

A second later, the block slammed forward.

Bella didn’t even glance up before she was violently shoved off the bridge and her screams echoed through space as she plummeted into the same bucket of gooey slime that had claimed Invisible Woman before her.

Wasting no time, Miss Mercury threw a fist into the air.

“THAT’S FANTASTIC!”

Gwen turned to her, blinking. “Say that again.”

Mercury frowned. “Uh… say what again?”

Gwen chuckled.

“Nah, it’s a reference to this 2010s superhero movie me and Scott used to watch…”

Meanwhile, Bella’s situation was getting worse. The deeper she sank into the slime, the more her clothes dissolved to show her bouncing breasts and trembling ass cheeks. Her exposed skin glistened as her sweet curves slipped into full view.

Bella shrieked.

“Kyaaah! Scott, save me!”

She hugged her naked body, mimicking Invisible Woman’s earlier predicament. But Scott? He just lowered his head and let out a long, exhausted sigh.

“It’s not like I didn’t warn her…”

With one hand covering his face, he sat there, looking every bit as defeated as a man forced to witness endless stupidity.

Utterly unbothered, Lumin simply snapped her fingers.

“Next competitor.”

And just like that, the white-haired, Russian superheroine materialized onto the bridge.

“It’s Irina Golovin!”

Luminyss announced with that mastered showmanship.

Irina, blinking in confusion, muttered— “Hah?”

The moment Brigid laid eyes on Irina, her face lit up with pure delight.

With an enthusiastic wave, she called out—

“Irina!”

Irina, standing stiffly as ever, glanced up at the taller girl and immediately frowned.

『Oh. It’s her…』

It wasn’t surprising that all Four Prodigies knew each other—they were, after all, the top among their generation. But actually liking each other?

That was a character-specific case.

Irina didn’t like Brigid. Not because Brigid had ever wronged her. In fact, Brigid was incredibly nice when they first met at that inter-school event—and that was precisely why Irina didn’t like her.

『Yeah, she’s too nice… and sometimes smells like she’s been hiding in the closet and masturbating for five years… I can just tell she’s a nympho, urgh…』

Ignoring Brigid, Irina focused on the approaching bridge. She had already studied its shape and quickly came to a troubling conclusion—there was no way she could fit through it. The hollow structure was too narrow and complicated, and to make matters worse, she lacked the necessary agility to force her way through.

With a deep frown, she snapped at Luminyss.

“OKAY! Why is my obstacle the hardest out of everyone’s?! This isn’t fair!”

Luminyss, half-yawning, replied lazily—

“Definitely not the hardest. I randomize them so it doesn’t look like I have favorites… although if I had to pick a favorite, it’d probably be cute little Maya, keke!”

Irina’s expression twisted further. “STILL NOT FAIR!”

A chorus of voices suddenly rang out from the onlookers.

“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES FIRST!”

The suggestion made Irina freeze, and then her entire body went rigid.

Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she shouted—

“NO! I WON’T!”

Her face burned red.

“I’M NOT THAT SHAMELESS!”

It was exasperating, especially for Scott, who groaned and leaned forward.

“Can you just take off her clothes and jump through the damn thing already?! You obviously can’t slip through it any other way, so if you don’t just friggin’ listen, you’ll be goo food and I’ll still see your naked body!”

A beat of silence followed.

Scott slapped a hand over his mouth.

He hadn’t meant to say that.

Irina, however, had heard it loud and clear.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, as if she had transformed into a boiling chili pepper stew.

She clenched her fists and screamed—

“NOW I’M DEFINITELY NOT TAKING THEM OFF!”

A collective sigh rippled through the spectators.

The block loomed closer.

Then, it slammed into her.

Or so it should have. Instead, a surge of space warped around Irina’s body, carving through the block as if it had been effortlessly chewed through. The force passed harmlessly around her, leaving her completely untouched.

Irina blinked. She hesitated. Had the block even hit her?

Then, a voice rang out:

“Irina Golovin has advanced!”

Her eyes widened. “Huh? I won…?”

Luminyss, looking thoroughly unimpressed, sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Next competitor—EZEL!”

The mating-obsessed Pontiach female.

The arena collectively braced itself.

Things were about to get much weirder.