Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Freaky Stream
Scott adjusted the laser emitter on his finger and aimed it carefully at the reinforced metal ceiling of the HVC Warehouse. The beam hummed faintly as it seared through the surface and the edges glowed red-hot before curling away like paper under a flame.

He stayed silent, focused on carving out the perfect entry point, while Deathmark sat crouched next to him, resting her chin in her palms and smiling like a kid watching her favorite cartoon.

The chat was alive. Messages flood in.

But, Scott ignored all of them as he worked.

[Still in Meteor City? Bro, get out of that dump.]

[Fr tho. Meteor City is a wasteland. Too many gangs and ruined lives. Just nuke it already.]

└ [Wow, dude, that’s harsh. People live here.]

└ [Yeah, and? Bet they’d thank me after.]

└ [Average American response. 💀]

└ [You’re just mad your girl left you for someone from here. Stay salty, loser.]

[I ain’t even gon lie Meteor City defenders are wild lmao. Imagine repping garbage.]

└ [Says the guy with a default profile pic.]

[Y’all are hilarious. Keep fighting while GOATwatch saves the day as usual XD]

└ [Speaking of saving, Deathmark saving this stream with that smile 👀]

—

The laser continued to slice a precise oval into the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Deathmark shuffled a little closer.

『Shit, my tights are a little too… tight. It’s getting a little cramped up in my pipes.』

Still on all fours, she leaned over, her shimmering blue ponytail swaying as her eyes settled on his lower half.

Specifically, his butt.

Poke.

Scott jerked slightly, almost losing his grip.

“Can you not?”

He muttered in a flat tone, but he kept working.

Deathmark giggled.

“Just checking if it’s real. You’re always so serious around me, Nighty. Lighten up a little!”

Her voice was as sweet as sugar

She poked again, ignoring his quiet groan.

“I mean, come on! You could at least crack a joke. Do you even know how hard it is working with someone like Rope Girl all the time? No sense of humor. None. I swear, she’s like a grandma trapped in a hot body.”

Scott sighed but stayed focused on the laser.

Deathmark wasn’t done.

“You know she’s 33, right? Thirty-three! Can you believe that? If I were 33 and still single with no family, I’d be panicking. But not Rope Girl. Nope. Cool as ice. Probably thinks she’s immortal or something. I mean, great genes and all, but still.”

Scott finally glanced back at her, exasperated.

“You do realize I’m streaming this, right?”

Deathmark froze as her eyes widened in horror.

She slapped both her hands over her mouth.

“…Oh no.”

But, it was too late.

The viewers had already eaten it all up.

[Rope Girl’s 33?!?! Cap. She’s gotta be 24 max.]

└ [Nah, she looks early 20s but acts like my grandma. I’d still smash tho 🗿]

└ [I’d let Rope Girl tie me up and play ping pong with my family jeweleries. She’s so bad 😩]

└ [Even a bonk couldn’t fix this one. 💀]

[Forget Rope Girl. Deathmark is stealing this show. 😍]

[Those tights got me feeling… different.]

[Bro, chill. Y’all are down horrendous.]

[Can’t believe Nightwatch got her on stream. Man’s really leveling up (￢з￢)]

[Meanwhile, I’d just drop the case and propose on the spot. Facts.]

└ [L + ratio + you’d still get rejected.]

—

Scott rolled his eyes at the muted flood of messages.

Finally, he cut the last section of the metal.

With a grunt, he carefully pried the circular piece loose and set it aside.

『Phew~ finally…』

Tapping the side of his mask, a holographic scope flickered to life over his right eye. It scanned the interior of the warehouse and highlighted six armed men patrolling below.

He gestured silently to Deathmark as his gloved hand flashed quick military signals.

“Three east. You take south.”

Deathmark tilted her head like a curious puppy. “Hm?”

Scott gave her a look. “Don’t tell me you don’t know hand signals. You were in the military.”

[Bro, we don’t know what you just signed either.]

[“Oh jeez, you don’t know hand signals” ☝️🤓]

[Stop trying to make Deathmark look dumb. She’s literally perfect （ ;¬＿¬)…]

[Nightwatch’s patience is unreal. I’d already be distracted by Deathmark’s thighs.]

└ [Focus, king. 💀]

[No cap tho, Nightwatch and Deathmark would defo make a cute couple.]

—

Deathmark crawled closer until her beautiful face was just inches from his.

Her voice dropped low, sexy whisper.

“I know what you mean, silly.”

Before Scott could respond, she leaned in and pressed the tip of her wet tongue against his nose, then finished with a small, teasing kiss.

Scott blinked, utterly frozen.

[YO??? DID SHE JUST──]

└ [Nightwatch so greedy it ain’t even funny! 😭🙏]

[That’s it. I’m dedicating my life to this stream.]

[W RIZZ. W STREAM. W EVERYTHING.]

[Donation: $20 from @CerberusX: Deathmark, you’re my queen. Marry me.]

[Donation: $50 from @Charlotte_Mage: Forget the case. Y’all are the content we need.]

[Nightwatch x Deathmark when? 🤔]

└ [Deathwatch ship is shaping up nicely (￢з￢)]

—

Scott shook himself out of his stupor.

“C-, Could you not do that while we’re working?”

“Just wanted to see if you’d blush.”

Deathmark giggled softly as she crawled back a bit.

Next, she gave him a tender, oddly seductive side-eye.

“Mission accomplished. Right?”

Ignoring her antics, Scott tapped his mask again to switch the display to thermal imaging.

“Six men. You take south.”

Deathmark smirked. “Roger that, Nighty.”

Deathmark gracefully dived through the hole and landed lightly on the floor below like a cat. She twirled mid-air for flair which earned gasps and applause in the chat.

Scott followed immediately and dived in feet first.

His descent was swift, and the momentum carried him straight into the chest of the first guard.

… WHAM!

The man crumpled like a rag doll as he brutally skidded across the floor.

… bang────BANG!!

Scott crouched low like a prowling tiger as bullets whizzed past his head.

『Too slow.』

Pivoting sharply, Scott performed a dive roll toward the farthest guard.

In one smooth motion, his leg swept out, caught the man’s ankles and sent him spreading. Using the same rotational force, Scott twisted his body to launch a powerful side kick into the guard’s torso and hurled him into a stack of crates.

The viewers erupted:

[Damn, Nightwatch out here looking like Rope Girl fr.]

└ [Nah, bro. Rope Girl couldn’t handle this sauce.]

└ [I swear we need one stream without you losers calling Rope Girl every second ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)…]

[Meanwhile, y’all forget Goatwatch already fought against three assassins on the GSI list. Put respect on his name.]

└ [Those guys are overrated, let’s be real.]

└ [Yet The Peak couldn’t handle them. I hate that loser.]

—

The adjacent guard raised his weapon, but Scott was faster, much faster.

… SWOOOOSH!

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled a Nightwing at the gun.

… clink────CLATTER!

The weapon clattered to the ground as the guard staggered back in pure shock.

Scott dashed forward.

His elbow drove into the man’s stomach and folded him in half. Without hesitation, Scott grabbed the guard by the arm and executed a flawless shoulder throw to slam him to the ground with a satisfying CRACK!

『All clear.』

Scott muttered under his breath as he straightened.

“Deathmark, your intel was on the money.”

The chat exploded:

[Nightwatch going crazy rn!]

[$10 Donation: From @superbuz_321 – Best fighting sequence yet. Nightwatch is a god.]

[Did y’all see that throw? Clean af.]

└ [Bro trained like a tiger but fights like a dragon.]

└ [No, likeeee FR tho. 💀]

[$100 Donation: From @Gooner9000 – My dude’s making martial arts an art form.]

[Let’s be real. Man’s showing off ’cause Deathmark’s watching.]

└ [💀💀 Heroes doing the most ONLY when there’s a hot chick around.]

└ [I could bet my son’s child support that The Peak could stop a world war if Bella Trevors said she’ll give him max prestige coochie after XD]

└ [Bro talking like he even pays child support. 😭🙏]

—

Scott ignored the comments and adjusted his gloves as he turned to check Deathmark’s progress.

To his shock, all three men assigned to her were writhing on the ground, clutching their groins.

The place was filled with pained groans.

Blood pooled around them.

They were all shot in the nuts.

Deathmark stood over the carnage as her sleek handgun twirled deftly in her hand.

There was a crazy satisfaction in her eyes and a wild grin on her face as she licked the barrel.

“Fuuunn~” she whispered in a singsong voice.

Scott stared at her with a stoic face.

『This is why I saved her name as Gun Nut. She’s a lunatic. Give her a gun, and she’s a complete psychopath. Honestly, she’d shoot a baby for fun.』

The chat went wild:

[Pack your bag boys, there’s no fixing this one 🙏]

└ [My “I can fix her” senses are already tingling!]

[$50 Donation: From @NutSurvivor – Deathmark’s CRAZY and I’m loving every second of it.]

└ [Nah, shooting them in the nuts is insane behavior.]

└ [It’s giving mad respect. Ain’t nobody surviving that mental trauma.]

[This heavily reminds me of the time Nightwatch needled E-Porner’s meat.]

└ [At least that was a mistake. She just did THIS for the love of the game (¯―¯ ٥)]

└ [My kinda girl ♪～(￣,￣ )…]

—

Deathmark skipped over to Scott with her usual bright and cheerful expression.

“Look, LOOK! Look, Nighty! I got them!”

She held her hand up for a high-five.

Scott sighed and turned his back on her.

『Pssh──crazy bitch…』

He sighed and walked away.

[$20 Donation: From @NPC2115 – LMAO MY GUY’S LIKE SO FUCKIN’ DONE.]

[The day this glorious stream gets banned, idk what I’ll do with my life.]

[Deathmark’s the reason Nightwatch doesn’t sleep at night, you can count on it XD]

—

Scott activated his holoscope and scanned the metal crates scattered around the room.

His thermal imaging revealed faint outlines within.

It was far from what he expected.

His blood ran cold.

『Children…』

He turned to Deathmark as his voice darkened.

“This is worse than I thought. They’re trafficking metasapien kids. Most of them have dangerously low health.”

Deathmark’s cheerful facade cracked as she grit her teeth.

“So it’s a metasapien trafficking lab. And they’re really using kids? Disgusting.”

The viewers were equally invested.

[Metasapien trafficking? That’s a new low.]

[And they’re using kids 😔…]

└ [How tf is this not trending?]

└ [Because the media would rather ride The Peak’s meat than do actual investigative journalism.]

[$200 Donation: From @G.O.D_1999 – GET THOSE KIDS OUT. NOW.]

—

Before Scott could act, a voice sounded.

“You’ve seen enough. Now you die.”

Scott turned sharply.

Across the room stood three figures: two men and one woman.

The leader stepped forward with malicious.

“Name’s Malcolm Drewe, but you can call me Regorge. And you, my friend…”

He pointed at Scott.

“… are Nightwatch. My boss wants you dead.”

Scott tensed as he assumed a fighting stance.

Deathmark mirrored him and held out her guns.

Then, to their confusion, Regorge pulled a small bottle of baby oil from his pocket.

“What the hell?” Scott muttered.

Regorge poured the oil down his pants and began rubbing his meat furiously. Enough that a disgusting, irritating pleasure could be seen on his face.

“Ahhh~ so go~ooood!”

His neck expanded grotesquely, bulging like a frog’s, before firing three white, slimy balls at them.

Deathmark flipped out of the way, but one of the projectiles struck Scott’s leg and pinned him in place.

The chat… well, the chat.

[WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?!]

[$5000 Donation: From @Gregor_Dickison – Bro did NOT just use baby oil mid-fight. 💀]

[Villains be wilding when the budget cuts hit.]

[Reverse ejaculation? That’s criminally insane. 💀]

[$500 Donation: From @john_barendregt – Someone explain wtf I just saw.]

[Bro did NOT just do that mid-fight. I’m logging out.]

[A meat beating sesh mid-fight is egregious work. Where do they get these people from ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)…]

└ [Probably IKEA. 💀]

[Regorge out here inventing a whole new genre of villainy. Just stop bro, please 🤢…]

[So y’all are telling me my GOAT just got sprayed with… with a cum shot? 💀]

└ [At least it’s just his leg…]

[$500 Donation: From @Zlashers – Y’all are wilding over Regorge while I’m wondering the diabolical abilities the others have, OMFG 😭 Nightwatch ain’t built for this…]

—

Pinned and fuming, Scott muttered, “I hate this city.”

He frowned as he tried to ignore the gelatinous, rotting substance pinning his leg.

He activated his laser finger and the precise blue beam cut into the sticky material. The sickening smell of decomposition wafted upward, and though he couldn’t smell it fully through his respirator, his body forced him to gag.

『I’ve tanked plasma cannons and fought deadly assassins, but this… this is my limit.』

The chat lit up:

[HE’S GAGGING LMAO!]

[$50 Donation: From @GrossedOutButHere – No WAY a hero is losing to THIS.]

[Bro’s about to be a real vigilante after this. The union’s gonna hear about this one XD.]

[Legit can’t believe this is how my guy meets his match. Man’s dying by SPLOOGE.]

—

Scott sighed heavily and focused as the System’s analysis pinged via his holoscope.

[Analyzing… 90% complete…]

Across the room, Regorge watched, his face alight with pleasure as his hand moved faster beneath his pants. His body quivered unnaturally as his voice rang out in twisted moans of satisfaction.

“Ahhh~! Yes! You’re almost free, aren’t you, Nightwatch? I’m not done with you, y-, ye~eeet!”

It was easier for him to arouse himself since he had a tall glass of handsome as his target.

He rubbed harder.

“I’M THERE~!”

His neck swelled grotesquely and veins popped out as he aimed at Scott again.

Scott froze.

『Oh, come on･･･』

With a guttural roar, Regorge fired another round of slime balls, but they were acidic this time.

Four white, slimy balls soared through the air.

Scott rolled aside and barely dodged as they sizzled through the ground and left molten craters.

Regorge was impressed.

He pulled down his pants and let his swollen meat hang.

“You’re the first to ever handle my load, Nightwatch. I’II make sure this one’s special for you.”

He latched onto his mutated meat.

The chat erupted again:

[NO WAY HE JUST FIRED 4 MORE CUM BOMBS. 💀]

[$1,000 Donation: From @PlatChad – ACIDIC SPLOOGE? THIS IS PEAK WRITING! 🔥🔥🔥]

[ “First time someone handled my load.” Bro said that with his WHOLE chest.]

└ [And his whole meat out. 💀]

└ [Unintended messages fr 💀]

—

Scott covered his eye with his hand as his annoyance grew larger than a mountain.

“Regorge, for the love of everything holy, put your fuckin’ pants back on.”

“Make me…”

Regorge smirked and started rubbing again.

「Analysis complete!」

Finally, the System was done.

It displayed the information via Scott’s holoscope.

「Regorge’s biological structure is a factory capable of producing adhesive and corrosive fluids via semen. Production is via physical stimulation, and expulsion occurs through his esophagus or mouth.」

Scott visibly squeezed his face.

“Okay, that’s disgusting.”

He sighed tiredly.

“What’s the best counter-strategy?”

「Targeting the reproductive organs would drastically impair fluid production, neutralizing his combat potential.」

Scott rubbed his temple.

“So, basically what you’re telling me is… I need to needle him in the meat.”

「Affirmative.」

Scott’s lips tightened. “Of course that’s the solution…”

[$500 Donation: From @NeedleWarfare – NO WAY HE JUST SAID THAT. 💀]

[Bro’s about to handle this man’s “meat” business like a pro. XD kahahaha!]

└ [Wouldn’t be the first time tho ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ)･･･]

[This fight’s so cursed I’m donating my rent money.]

—

Meanwhile, Deathmark was locked in her own nightmare.

The second man stepped forward──a stocky, balding figure with a perpetually strained expression. His gait was awkward, but there was a deliberate menace in his movements.

“I’m Holekeeper, and trust me… you’ve got no chance against me. So, leave while you still can.”

Deathmark raised an eyebrow and spun her handguns idly.

“Holekeeper? Seriously? That’s your name?”

The chat roared:

[HOLEKEEPER? OH HELL NO.]

[$300 Donation: From @HolyKeeper – THAT NAME HAS TO BE ILLEGAL.]

[Deathmark’s about to take this clown to school.]

[Guys… I think I’m gonna log off for a while. 💀]

└ [Psssh, weakness disgusts me (ー_ーゞ]

└ [Uh-huh, not everyone watches Foxgirl’s FansOnly lil bro… we ain’t all into this freaky shit. 💀]

[Why did the donations suddenly get higher tho? 💀]

—

Holekeeper grunted and shoved his hand down his pants.

He squeezed his fist into his butthole.

Deathmark tilted her head, intrigued but wary. “Eh?”

Instantly, Holekeeper pulled out a knife that was covered with brown residue, and hurled it at her.

… thwick────CLANK!!

Deathmark deflected it with the short blades on her gun frames as her nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Oh, ew. Where did you even──?!”

Her question was cut off as Holekeeper reached deep into his butthole again, but this time pulled out a crowbar with a sickening cry of pain.

“Nghk──! It hurts so badly…”

The chat exploded:

[$1,000 Donation: From @CrowbarConnoisseur – THE PAIN IN HIS VOICE SENT ME････]

[He’s got a whole arsenal back there. Someone fucking call OSHA already 😭 I can’t with this!]

[This fight’s brought to you by Febreze.]

└ [Bro stop, I’m wheezing 💀]

—

Holekeeper swung the crowbar wildly and forced Deathmark to dodge.

The air around them grew nauseatingly pungent.

She blocked one swing and gagged.

“It smells so bad! Where did you pull this out from?!”

Holekeeper attacked again.

Deathmark gagged audibly, and for the first time, she seemed genuinely shaken.

“I don’t even want to win anymore…”

She dodged a fresh swipe from the stinky crowbar.

Holekeeper smirked and summoned another object from his rectal dimension—a spiked mace. He winced as he pulled it free, crying out like a satisfied woman in bed before swinging it at Deathmark.

“You do what you have to to survive!”

The man sounded unhinged.

Deathmark frowned.

“Survive what?!”

She spun and deflected the mace with a graceful arc of her gunblade, and landed a kick to his gut.

An anally-exhausted Holekeeper stumbled back.

[Man just summoned a whole mace outta his vault. Who is writing this lore???]

[$500 Donation: From @PocketDimensionPro – Respect the grind. But also, what the hell, bro?]

[At this point, Deathmark deserves hazard pay.]

└ [Nightwatch doesn’t get paid enough for this either. 💀]

[Holekeeper, I beg you･･･ Retire. Do literally anything else. Like, please broooo 😭]

—

Holekeeper stepped forward boldly.

“You do what you have to do to survive. My power is an anally anchored pocket dimension. I can summon objects from an extra-dimensional space located in my rectum.”

He smirked.

“Thanks to all those nights training with Regorge, he’s been able to help me expand my ass so my hands can truly reach in and acquire bigger objects.”

Deathmark stared at him, horrified.

The chat lost it:

[STOP BRINGING UP REGORGE, PLEASE 😭.]

[I need bleach for my eyes, ears, and soul.]

[These villains are built from straight-up nightmares. Who makes this stuff??]

[$500 Donation: From @WhatDidHeSay – “Nights with Regorge” ??? I’ M SCREAMING.]

[I CAN’T BREATHE. 💀💀💀]

[HOW IS THIS LEGAL CONTENT?!]

—

Deathmark gagged again, barely blocking another swing.

“Oh my God, you’ re disgusting. And this smell… what is wrong with you?!”

Holekeeper laughed as he pressed the attack.

“You’II learn to respect my power soon enough.”

Deathmark kneed him in the gut to force him back.

She wiped her mouth and vomited painfully.

[Caption: When she takes my four inch but finds out I’m a monstrous grower. 💀]

[Bro got Deathmark THROWING UP･･･]

[$500 Donation: From @PrayForDeathmark – SHE NEEDS A RAISE. RIGHT NOW.]

[I don’t think therapy covers this type of trauma.]

[ “Extra-dimensional butt portal” – history’s gonna remember this fight.]

[If this stream gets banned, I’m suing.]

—

Deathmark steadied herself as her eyes narrowed.

“You’re lucky I don’t shoot your freaky ass in the fuckin’ nuts like your friends.”

Holekeeper smirked. “Try me.”