Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Stream Heist, Amalie Andersen
It was still early morning.

Even in a gloomy place like Meteor City, the sun still shone brightly in the sky.

Scott’s pitch-black GT-R roared through the empty streets like a beast unleashed. The wind rushed in through the open windows and tangled his messy wolf-cut hair as it danced in the turbulence. His hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, yet his eyes remained sharp as he tracked every twist and turn with ease.

The multifunction display on his dashboard lit up to show an incoming call.

He glanced at the name.

[Commissioner Lisbon…]

He’d called her earlier today, but she didn’t pick.

With a sigh, he grabbed a sleek earpiece from the cupholder, hooked it over his ear, and tapped it to answer.

“Nightwatch?”

It was a woman’s voice.

“It’s strange for you to call me in the morning. You’re more of a late-night operator, aren’t you?”

There was a teasing lilt in her tone.

“My husband’s starting to give me weird looks, you know. He thinks you’re getting a little too comfortable calling me, young man.”

Scott smirked, eyes still on the road as he made a sharp turn.

“Normally, that should be the other way around, but it’s not like I’d have any interest in a woman tha—”

Lisbon’s voice cut in.

“Be careful with your words, young man.”

Scott coughed lightly as his smirk widened.

“Right, right. Anyway, let’s move on before I dig myself a deeper hole. I wanted to give you a heads-up. I’m planning to meet you later tonight, but in the meantime—what’s the status on the missing children’s case?”

Her tone shifted slightly, becoming more professional.

“Nothing concrete so far. I’ve been discussing things with Rope Girl and Deathmark. They say they’ve got a lead… something about Crowe Enterprises. Specifically, the Crowe Shipping Conglomerate.”

Scott raised an eyebrow as he sped past a stoplight.

“Crowe Shipping?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Lisbon sighed.

“If I had to guess, they’ve been moving something… or someone, under the radar. But, as you can imagine, I can’t exactly stroll into their offices and demand answers. Not unless I want to end up on the front page tomorrow with ‘Police Chief Arrested for Corporate Espionage.’ INN eat up news like that.”

Scott chuckled.

He already knew where this was going.

“So, what you’re saying is, you want me to do the dirty work. Steal some information, right? I mean, as chief of police, you can’t be caught doing something so… unlawful.”

She gasped dramatically.

“How dare you be so correct?! What gave me away?”

He grinned. “Lucky guess.”

“Alright, smartass. Here’s the problem — Crowe Enterprises has one of the strongest cybersecurity teams out there. You can’t just hack in remotely. If you try, you’ll be up against Amalie Andersen.”

Scott’s grin faltered.

“Wait. That Amalie Andersen? The one who stopped those international hackers dead in their tracks?”

“That’s the one…”

Lisbon confirmed with a nod that Scott couldn’t see.

“We’ve secretly hired teams to crack their systems before… only to have her singlehandedly block every attempt. And just to rub salt in the wound, she sent each of those hackers their home addresses, along with pictures of their families. She doesn’t play games, Nightwatch.”

“Damn.”

Scott whistled low as his grip tightened on the wheel.

“That’s… impressive. And kinda terrifying.”

Lisbon sighed.

“Exactly. Which is why we need someone like you. If anyone can get past her defenses, it’s you. But you’re going to have to infiltrate their internal network directly. No remote hacks this time.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed as he merged onto a quieter road.

“So, you’re talking about an on-site penetration?”

“Precisely…” she replied.

Scott exhaled with a fresh pair of confidence.

“Fine. I’ll handle it. Broad daylight, though. Breaking in at night feels too… cliché. Plus, it’s unnecessarily stressful.”

“Broad daylight──?!”

Lisbon’s voice rose in alarm.

“Are you crazy?! If they catch you—”

“They won’t.”

A tired yawn escaped Scott’s mouth.

“But just in case, send me the digital prints of all those hackers who crossed paths with Amalie. I want to study her patterns before I make my move.”

She hesitated, then relented.

“Alright, I’m sending it now. But, Nightwatch…”

Her voice softened slightly.

“Please. Be careful.”

“I always am. I’ll make sure to bring some snacks for the husband and kids, alright?”

He chuckled before tapping the earpiece to end the call.

[Digital prints received. Analyzing hacking patterns now.]

“Good…”

Scott muttered as he made another sharp turn.

“Run a level 10 search across all available databases. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

A few moments later, the System replied:

[Patterns match an individual known as @H4XorLord69. Cross-referencing reveals this person was responsible for hacking the UN database and acquiring the GSI list.]

Scott’s eyes widened slightly, then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.

“Interesting…”

The GT-R roared on and carved its path through the city.

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Meteor City, Hollowpoint Slums…

It was an endless maze of decrepit housing projects, and home to many struggling citizens.

Steam wafted through the air and curled around the tiles of the sun-brightened bathroom.

The water had been off for a while, leaving a calm woman standing in front of the fogged-up mirror.

A towel was loosely wrapped around her curvy body and it barely stayed in place. Her damp, dark brown hair clung to her neck and shoulders in messy tangles as she used another towel to dry it as she tried her best to tame the wild strands.

『My name is Amalie Andersen… I’m 28 years old and I live like the average human being in Meteor City — doing the worst possible things just to make sure I can live a happy life with the man who owns my heart…』

She exhaled heavily and her breath fogged the already misty glass.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and leaned against the cool edge of the sink as relief swept over her.

Mornings like these were the rare moments she allowed herself to breathe… before the chaos of work, before the endless demands of her job as Crowe Enterprises’ lead cybersecurity specialist.

But even now, her thoughts wouldn’t let her rest.

She stepped out of the bathroom as the towel wrapped around her strained to cover her hips, so wide they looked swollen, as well as her generously endowed chest that looked like she was hiding watermelons underneath the towel.

It stretched so much it was almost funny, and she couldn’t help but frown. Placing her hands on her hips, she felt them bounce slightly with the motion, making her sigh in mild frustration.

“Why do my hips have to be so big…”

She muttered under her breath as her fingers gently brushed the towel as if lamenting its inevitable end.

Her hands moved upward and ghosted over her chest as she sighed even heavier.

“And these aren’t making things any easier, either…”

She grabbed her unnecessarily perky breasts like she wanted to choke them.

Across the room, a man sat on the edge of the bed, his laptop open as his fingers flew across the keyboard. When she made her comment, he stopped typing and looked up with a partly confused expression.

“Amalie…”

His tone was half-chiding, half-amused.

“Are you still worrying about your body?”

Her eyes darted to him as a slight pout formed on her lips.

“Joe…”

She groaned and adjusted the towel again.

“I’ve told you before… I just—”

“—feel uncomfortable with how tight your clothes are and how men always stare at your butt?”

He interrupted with that usual smug face of his.

“Yeah, I know. But I’ve told you before, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Plenty of women would kill to have a body like yours. And trust me, there’s no man out there who doesn’t appreciate it, either.”

Amalie’s cheeks turned pink as she looked away and her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the towel.

“It’s not about them…”

She mumbled, almost like a child.

“I just… I only want to look attractive to you. I hate how I can’t find clothes that fit right, and I’m sick of hiding in that washed up lab coat just to feel normal.”

Joe chuckled softly, closing his laptop and setting it aside.

“Oh goodness…”

He stood and walked over to her with a lazy confidence that made her heart flutter every time. Gently, he cupped her damp cheek and his thumb brushed against her skin as he looked her straight in the eyes.

“So that’s why you keep your pretty hair so messy and bury yourself in that washed-out coat, huh?”

He was trying hard not to tease.

Amalie swallowed as his eyes made her squirm.

“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel attractive, honey. Even when I looked like… this.”

She gestured vaguely at herself.

“I know I’m a workaholic. A coffee-addicted mess, even. And I remember how much I was bullied as a kid for being… ugly. But you defended me then, and you still see me as pretty now.”

Her voice softened as her eyes met his again.

“If I want to look good, it’s only for you.”

Joe’s smile turned tender.

“Amalie… I get it. I really do. And while I love that you care so much about what I think, you should know that you’re beautiful—stunning—even without trying. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to show the world that every now and then. You deserve to feel good about yourself.”

She smiled faintly and her heart fluttered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Now, go get ready. You’ll be late.”

“Fine, fine…”

She relented.

A sweet and tender laugh escaped her lips as she turned back to the bathroom.

…

Barely an hour later, Amalie stepped out of their small bedroom, dressed and ready for the day.

“Ahhh~ I’m ready.”

She had on a light blue high-necked sweater, a black mini-skirt, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of boots. Over everything, she wore her signature white lab coat, which covered most of her figure, though the snug fit still hinted at her massive curves.

Her dark brown hair was a bit tidier but still had that scruffy, casual look. Oversized oval glasses rested on her little nose which softened the sharp beauty of her features.

“Heading out!”

She called as she grabbed her bag and waved at Joe.

“Wait, Amalie!”

He called after her, scrambling slightly.

She paused in the doorway and looked back at him with those soft, curious blue eyes of hers.

“What is it?”

Joe hesitated as his hand brushing the ring box hidden under his pillow.

After a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

“Never mind. How about dinner tonight? A fancy place—just the two of us?”

Amalie beamed as her eyes lit up.

“You’re too sweet. Text me the time and place, and I’ll clear my schedule!”

Joe grinned. “Will do. Now go, before you’re late.”

She blew him a kiss and hurried out the door, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way to her SUV. Tossing her bag onto the passenger seat, she slid into the driver’s side and started the engine.

『Sigh~ Joe’s the only good thing in my life these days. And I’m really lucky to have him…』

Their small, barely developed neighborhood blurred past her as she drove while the other residents watched her car with mild surprise.

She and Joe were the only ones in the neighborhood with a car, a noticeable difference compared to the modest lives of their neighbors. But Amalie hardly ever gave it a thought… her mind was already drifting to the day ahead and the dinner she now had to look forward to.

“Tonight…”

She smiled tenderly and sped toward the city.

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Scott eased his GT-R into a quiet alleyway a few blocks from Crowe Enterprises.

The engine rumbled low as he killed the ignition.

He pushed the door open, stepped out, and adjusted his leather jacket with a casual shrug.

“Start the stream…”

The young man was already smirking.

[Stream initiated. Viewer Count: 0… 50… 100… 300]

Within seconds, the numbers skyrocketed as the notification pinged across countless devices.

Scott leaned back against his car and the polished black paint gleamed under the midday sun, as he ran a hand through his unruly wolf-cut hair.

“This should be fun…”

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Meanwhile, in Adira’s Rolls-Royce…

The atmosphere was quiet, like the empty road stretching toward the Belt Bridge.

Brigid sat by the window, looking bored and tired.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

… DING!

She quickly grabbed it, and her eyes went wide in surprise.

“KYAAAA~ ♡! Nightwatch started a stream!”

Her shriek was so loud that it shocked both Lady Adira and her driver, who nearly swerved off the road because of it.

The elegant woman gave her a sharp look.

“Brigid…”

“Y-, Yes… ma’am?”

“Screaming like that is neither ladylike nor fitting.”

Brigid slapped a hand over her mouth.

“S-, Sorry…” she mumbled.

Adira waved her off with a faint sigh.

“It’s fine. Who’s this… Nightwatch?”

Brigid didn’t answer immediately.

She was too busy tuning into the stream and reading the flood of comments:

[Streamyspider: Yo, that GT-R is clean as hell!]

└ [Haddouch: Bro, fr tho (⌐▨_▨)]

[SleazyPen: When’s Deathmark gonna stream with you again? We love having her around, I did not know that bitch’s ass could fit in tights so good 😭🙏 she had the entire bad bitches market stressing fr!]

└ [Hot_Papichulo: Bro the stream just started. 💀]

└ [MaakasuEkano: Blame the primal, back-shot, creampie instinct instilled in all men since the days of Helen of Troy.]

└ [Magicbeer: Meh, I only goon to Cleopatra bro, she’s the baddest fr ┐( -“-)┌]

└ [Solarc18: Bro, Helen of Troy was so bad they had to start an entire war over her. 💀]

[Jeffery_Wilson_3192: We finally get a daytime stream? Did the man not sleep, orrrr?? ]

[Cooldad_King: Props to Nightwatch for that $48k donation to the orphanage. Real hero moves.]

[Space_Cowboy03: Don’t forget he added 10k of his own money. Goat energy.]

[EETANAM_WOC: Finally making the right people famous out here.]

[Zarion116: Lmao, y’all act like you’ve been here since Metro City. I WAS there when he took that pulse cannon to the chest.]

—

Brigid’s eyes lit up as she leaned forward with the phone inches from her face.

“Lady Crowe, it’s Nightwatch! He’s streaming!”

Adira gave a mild shrug and looked out her window.

“Nightwatch? I suppose I’ve heard the name. Is he really that interesting?”

“You have no idea…”

Brigid whispered as she immersed herself in the stream.

━ ━ ━ ━

Back in the alley…

Scott tilted his head at a fresh wave of comments popping up:

[Venia_Wolfe: Man’s face can’t even be ID’d by the government. Bro’s built different.]

[Itsumi: Nah, he’s just him. Nightwatch is HIM.]

[FallenAries: Alright, let’s not gas him up TOO much. Remember, hype ruins heroes.]

[Donation Alert: 1,000$ from @Bruce_Overton — Yo, bro, you switching to daytime ops? Need a new name like Overwatch now?]

[NamelessQ: Nightwatch ain’t even a superhero fr.]

└ [DrMender: Me when I lie. 💀]

└ [Cheese_72: Someone’s been watching too much Konrad Kain. You KNOW he’s a hero if you caught last week’s stream.]

└ [GuktarTheGallant: Don’t mind him, LMAO. Bro probably thinks The Peak is the greatest superhero or sum like that.]

[Matthew_Edwards_8161: Overwatch, tho? Lowkey fire.]

—

Scott chuckled and stepped away from the car and strolled toward the main street.

“Can I talk yet, or are you guys just gonna waste the whole day renaming me?”

The comments rolled in faster:

[Hexamoon: Let the man cook.]

[Hexamoon: Okay, but he’d slay as Overwatch, just saying.]

[Johnathan_Goodman_3422: Nightwatch could be Overwatch, but only if he says so!]

—

Scott sighed and shook his head.

“Fine. Call me Overwatch during the day if it makes you happy. Doesn’t matter what I’m called—it’s what I do that counts.”

[Tylarian: Based.]

[Mekkemburgh: See? This is why he’s the essence of a true hero.]

[Nick_Rouwhorst: Bruh, someone tell The Peak to take notes. This is how you inspire people.]

[NeverBeGameOver: The Peak couldn’t even inspire his own barber. Mans still rocking the 1970s Mohawk Warriors cut. 💀]

[ForDaStreetz69: Peak stays having the personality of an expired loaf of bread.]

[G.O.D_1999: Peak’s only superpower is making us cringe. I respect it.]

—

Scott laughed aloud and shook his head as he read the roasting of The Peak.

“You guys are ruthless. Poor guy didn’t even do anything this time.”

He continued walking as the viewer count climbed past 10,000 in an instant!

Normally, it’d have taken him much longer to reach that number, but ever since his biggest stream two weeks ago, his average viewer count has been around 200,000 or more.

A fresh comment popped up:

[NutBuster5000: What’s the plan for today?]

Scott grinned, recognizing the name.

“Thanks for the donation, uh… Nut… uhh, 5000?”

The username could barely leave his lips.

“Today, I’m breaking into a maximum-security rotten company to steal all their dirty laundry.”

—

Brigid gasped from her seat in the Rolls-Royce.

“I didn’t donate—”

Adira tilted her head with faint curiosity.

“What’s he saying now?”

Wide-eyed, Brigid turned the screen to Adira.

“He’s going after a corporate giant.”

“Eh?”

The elegant woman’s face tensed up.

The comments exploded:

[Parkdosii: Bro, you’re going after CORPORATE GIANTS?!]

[DaoistApe: Nightwatch, you got a death wish?!]

[Lumini: Companys’ CEO when they hear: 😱😱😱]

[Timeturner: Let him cook. This is going to be a generational masterpiece.]

[Random451: I used to pray for times like these! 😭🙏]

—

Scott’s smirk grew sharp as he stopped at a street corner.

The towering skyscraper of Crowe Enterprises became visible in the distance.

Naturally, the camera drones captured a clear shot of it for the viewers but made sure to blur out the name and replace it with “Shitty Enterprises” instead.

“Alright, chat. Sit tight. Things are about to get interesting.”