Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Freaky Stream II
The soft hum of the Rolls-Royce’s overworked engine was the only sound accompanying the calm of the drive as they climbed up the winding road leading to Meteor Hill.

The prestigious neighborhood came into view as its massive mansions and artistically landscaped gardens glimmered by the soft glow of streetlights.

The air felt lighter here, almost rarefied.

It was much better than the city below. More superior.

Adira glanced at her driver and caught the subtle slump of his shoulders, the weariness etched into his face. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, but the slight tremble told her just how badly he wanted to sleep.

“You’ ve done well tonight, Cedric…”

The elegant woman’s voice was tender.

Cedric perked up slightly and met her vixen eyes through the rearview mirror.

“Thank you, ma’am. Just doing my duty.”

This sort of gratitude would give any man strength.

Adira’s black-painted lips twitched into a faint smile before her eyes shifted to her side.

Brigid was fast asleep.

Her head rested against the window as a soft snore escaped her little mouth every now and then. Adira’s mantle had somehow become her makeshift blanket which she clutched tightly in her arms like a cherished stuffed toy.

The woman sighed.

“Unbelievable…”

She was more amused than annoyed.

As the car came to a smooth stop in front of her grand estate, her phone buzzed against her thigh. She pulled it out and her sharp eyes narrowed as she saw the caller ID.

Red.

With a swipe of her finger, she answered.

“Yes? What’s the matter?”

Red’s voice came through the line, smooth yet carrying bits of boredom and exhaustion.

“Seems Nightwatch caught wind of the HVC Warehouse. He’s poking around, looking for something. Want me to step in and take care of him? Maybe throw in Deathmark too while I’ m at it? It’Il be fun.”

Adira leaned back against the plush leather seat as a quiet chuckle left her mouth.

“Tempting, Red, but no. I have Division F stationed at the Bleakridge warehouses for a reason. Let them handle it.”

Red let out a long, exaggerated yawn.

“Division F? Seriously? Those smelly freaks? I could go in there, snap Nightwatch’s neck like a twig, and be done with it. Clean and simple. You wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. Isn’t that better?”

“Are you really that bored?”

“More than you know, Lady Crowe…”

“…”

Adira went silent for a moment.

Red didn’t say a word either.

Finally, she decided to re-explain things to the young man.

“As delightful as that sounds, I still have plans for the young man in tights. Killing him now would be… premature. More so, the technophage we fused with your body hasn’t fully stabilized yet, so it’d be too dangerous to send you into the field right now. The whole reason we brought you to my lab here in Meteor City wasn’t so you could chase after Nightwatch. It was to turn you into a hero-killing machine. Got it?”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a low, disgruntled grunt.

“Fine, fine. But don’t come calling me when those circus rejects botch the job.”

Adira’s smirk deepened.

“Funny, considering you were the one who called me.”

“Tch…” Red snapped before cutting the call.

The line went dead, and Adira lowered the phone and let it rest in her lap as she gazed out the window.

The view of the city below was breathtaking, a sea of twinkling lights stretching endlessly into the horizon. Her reflection in the glass stared back at her, calm and beautiful.

“Division F…”

Her tone sounded as though she hadn’t spoken of them in a very long time.

“A representation of humanity’s potential. Proof that even in a world overshadowed by caped pretenders, ordinary people can evolve, adapt, and protect themselves. No more hypocritical hero worship. No more false idols. If every human can unlock their full potential, that’s when we can truly judge the worth of these… superheroes…”

She squeezed her hands into a tight fist.

This was her trying to hold back her excitement.

If humanity could unlock the secrets to every force-gene, the whole idea of modern heroism – its falsehoods, its grand displays, and even the way people glorify and worship it… would completely fall apart and lose all meaning.

“Fufu~ Society is the real monster here…”

━ ━ ━ ━

At the HVC Warehouse…

Scott moved at quick speeds for Regorge.

The mutated man grinned as he furiously rubbed himself beneath his pants. His neck swelled grotesquely, pulsing faster and faster as each movement became more nauseating than the last.

Regorge hurled several rounds of sticky, acidic semen balls from his expanded mouth.

… hurl────FWOOOOP!!

They flew toward Scott like speeding bullets.

However, Scott skillfully dodged every slimy projectile by twisting and turning with precise sidesteps, somersaults, and flips to narrowly avoid each one as they came dangerously close.

The projectiles hissed against the ground and left bubbling, molten craters. The stench alone was enough to turn Scott’s stomach, but he pushed on, fueled by the muffled cries of the abducted children echoing from the metal crates.

Sliding into cover behind one of the metal crates, Scott’s eyes narrowed.

He peeked over the edge and yelled out.

“Not to be offensive, but we both know you don’t like the way you look, right? So, why would you want innocent kids to go through the same friggin’ hell you did? That’s not fair, and you know it!”

Regorge cackled as he continued to rub himself.

“Fair?”

That word infuriated him.

“Fair? Since when was I ever supposed to follow the same rules of morality that spat on me?”

He gestured to his swollen, deformed body.

“They turned me into this. Locked me in here. Treated me like the freak I am. So why should I act human when I’ve been stripped of everything that made me one?”

The chat quickly followed up.

[Nightwatch: No to be offensive. *Proceeds to be super offensive* Great work, hero (¯―¯ ٥)･･･]

└ [I don’t see your GOAT here tho? 👀]

[For a guy beating his meat, he’s oddly spitting facts…]

[$200 Donation: From @MoralQuandary – Honestly, though? He has a point. Heroes don’t handle shit the way they used to and it’s sad tbh.]

└ [womp womp]

└ [Jump.]

[The reason freaks like him exist is ’cause these new heroes barely wanna do their jobs.]

[$1,000 Donation: From @GoldenAgeFan – Bring back real heroes. The golden age made life too easy for these frauds.]

[Wait, are we actually agreeing with the nutjob? 💀]

└ [Oh he’s a nutjob alright. 😭🙏]

└ [Just NUT what you’re thinking (￢з￢)…]

└ [Damn, you guys a cruel ( 　ﾟ ,_ゝﾟ) the man’s having a breakdown and you’re doing wordplays? C’mon be fr guys, he’s right, support him.]

—

Scott leaned back against the crater and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Goddamn it. Now he’s got fans.”

The System pinged on his holoscope.

「Optimal strike path calculated. Precision throw required to neutralize the target’s reproductive organs.」

Scott exhaled heavily.

“Perfect.”

He pushed a small metal pouch on his suit, and a loud hiss sounded as a single nightwing shot into his hand. The blades hummed with power as he held it steady.

“Just one perfect throw…”

He lined up the shot with the holoscope’s path.

Just as he prepared to hurl it, a thick, glistening web latched onto his wrist and jerked his arm back.

“Eh?” Scott looked down at the webbing, confused.

He traced it to its source and his eyes bulged out as they landed on a shapely figure standing about fifteen meters away.

It was a woman.

Her body was barely concealed by torn fabric, her massive breasts were fully exposed, and her nipples… well, they dispensed thick streams of web-fluid.

Scott blinked as his lips curled into a half-smile.

“Ohohoho… that’s awesome.”

The chat exploded.

[NO WAY. NIPPLE WEBS?! I’M FUCKING CRYING.]

[$500 Donation: From @Chips_fanatic – Best livestream ever. Do NOT ban this.]

└ [As if they’d ever ban it. 💀]

Nightwatch’s been carrying Glitch for me lately, and the same could be said about others who use the platform. I don’t think they’d ban his account.]

[I ain’t even mad. She’s kinda bad, not gonna lie.]

[Holy shit! We really got our own lore-accurate spider person. We won. 🔥🔥]

[This is peak streaming content. Bro really out here smiling at nipple webs. 💀]

[$1,000 Donation: From @ArachnidLover – Give her a redemption arc. I’m begging you.]

└ [Down bad. 💀]

└ [Nightwatch can NOT handle allat, lil bro 😭 🙏]

—

Scott stared at the woman across from him and his lips curled into an amused grin.

“So, do I call you ‘Webwoman,’ or do you have an edgier alias in mind?”

The curvaceous woman tilted her head and smirked.

Her fingers grazed her exposed breasts.

She obviously wanted him to notice the thick web fluids dripping from her hard nipples and how ridiculous it was that his hand was now entrapped and linked to her breasts because of them.

“You can call me Widowmilk…”

She spoke with intentions to flirt.

The chat erupted.

[WHAT THE HELL DID SHE JUST SAY?! 😭😭😭]

└ [These names are outrageous! 🤬]

[$2,000 Donation: From @ThirstKing – Widowmilk supremacy, let’s gooooooo! 🥛🕸️]

└ [Mods? MODS? Do something about this madness.]

[$500 Donation: From @ArachnidLover – Milk and webs? Bro, I’m a fan already.]

└ [You need help. 💀]

[No, seriously, I desperately need that name embroidered on a shirt ASAP. 🔥🔥]

—

Widowmilk reached for her breasts.

“I see you’re impressed by my powers, hero. Let me give you a little teaser.”

Her voice was so seductive.

She pressed her fingers into her nipples and massaged them in slow circles. A thick glob of web fluid squirted out and splattered against the floor with a loud splut!

Scott raised an eyebrow, visibly delighted.

“Oh, that’s friggin’ awesome.”

The chat went ballistic.

[HERO OR HORNDOG? DISCUSS. 👀]

[I swear she’d be making so much money if she started an FansOnly or something!]

└ [You sick, sick man (ー_ーゞ]

[Peak content. I’m losing it.]

[No way this is real. Bro’s smiling at spider milk webs like he found God. 💀]

[$3,000 Donation: From @ScientificCurious – So… arachnoid lactation? Do explain, Miss Widowmilk.]

—

Widowmilk chuckled as her voice grew even sexier.

“It’s called arachnoid lactation, sweetie. I’m one of Division F’s more… successful experiments.”

She cupped her breasts and bounced them with pride.

“These babies are fused with black widow DNA, so my body produces ultra-durable web fluid through specialized glands in my chest. And, as you’ve seen…”

She tickled her nipples to release another sticky strand.

“… all I have to do is stimulate them.”

Scott’s grin widened. “That’s… inventive.”

[“Inventive.” 😭 LMAO, my man’s playing it cool while sweating bullets.]

[I’d let her breastfeed me. 💀]

[THE COMMENTS ARE UNHINGED RN.]

[$1,500 Donation: From @SpiderFacts – Not useless! Spider silk is five times stronger than steel. Combined with lactation glands, this makes her secretion potentially more versatile than standard webbing.]

└ [“Secretion.” Stop it. Just say milk, you coward.]

[Okay, but real talk, how is this not OP? She can milk-web traps all day.]

—

Scott glanced at his hand, still bound by the sticky web. He tugged experimentally, but the fluid refused to budge. Even his finger laser cutter wouldn’t work fast enough.

“Well…”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“…you got me. Congrats.”

Widowmilk threw her head back in a triumphant laugh.

“Men. Always so distracted by my breasts, they never see what’s coming!”

Her laughter echoed as she began retracting her webs.

Scott’s sharp eyes flicked past her shoulder and caught a glimpse of Regorge charging.

… HURL!!

Two acidic semen balls whistled through the air for him.

Scott smirked. “Oh, I saw it coming.”

He ducked to the side to narrowly dodge the projectiles.

The globs splattered against the ground, sizzling and hissing.

In one fluid motion, Scott spun, using the web still attached to his arm to wrap around Regorge. The momentum yanked Widowmilk forward, causing her to stumble.

“Hey!” she shrieked as her composure faltered.

Scott kneed Regorge in the gut to brutally doubled the mutant over with a wheeze.

Widowmilk’s rage boiled over as her jaw split grotesquely into four sections to reveal jagged fangs. Her eyes multiplied as two additional spider-like orbs nightmarishly formed above her deformed brows.

[WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!]

└ [My girl when she takes off her make-up. 💀]

└ [I just looked at my girl and sighed…]

[$800 Donation: From @Arachnophobe – I’M SOOOO OUT. GOODBYE.]

[$5 Donation: From @Leoranthos – Bro’s so smooth even Spider Karen can’t handle him.]

[Scott’s combos are on POINT today, y’all.]

—

Widowmilk screeched and yanked herself toward Scott with terrifying speed.

Her body launched like a bullet.

Scott grabbed Regorge by the balls which caused the mutant to freeze in wide-eyed horror.

“Really, really, REALLY sorry about this.”

Scott squeezed with enough force to crush an anvil.

… POP!

Two eggs popped.

Regorge’s shrill scream echoed as his tired legs buckled beneath him.

Widowmilk barreled toward them with her fangs ravenously bared for the kill.

But Scott twisted and spun smoothly to Widowmilk’s rear.

He gripped her by the waist and planted his feet.

“Y-, You wouldn’t hurt a lady right?

“Eh? You’re a spider, so what?”

With a grunt of effort, he slammed her into the ground in a devastating suplex. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the floor and left a smoking crater.

Widowmilk lay limp, unconscious.

The chat exploded.

[Did y’all catch that one anime reference?]

└ [Fr, genius 🗿]

[$10,000 Donation: From @SuplexKing – HOLY SHIT. GIVE THIS MAN A BELT.]

└ [A $10,000 dono is crazy work. 💀]

└ [It’s probably PM89 alt account. 💀 I swear that bitch glazes everything about Nightwatch.]

[THE SPIDER GOT SQUASHED!]

[Regorge lost his balls, and Widowmilk lost her pride. Bro’s a menace.]

[$200 Donation: From @G.O.D_1999 – Freaks who kidnap kids deserve every bit of this. No sympathy.]

└ [Real. No redemption arc for her. Keep it moving.]

[That suplex was CLEAN. Is he secretly a pro wrestler?]

—

Scott dusted himself off and stepped away from the chaos.

“Well…”

He used his holoscope to scan both their healths.

“… that was one hell of a workout.”

The viewers howled with laughter and praise as donations poured in.

Scott leaned against a metal crate and panted heavily after Widowmilk’s defeat.

His eyes shifted over to Deathmark.

She was mid-air, narrowly avoiding a rusty saw blade as Holekeeper hurled it with surprising accuracy. The weapon, covered with something… brown… spun past her head and embedded itself into the wall.

“Oh, come on!”

Deathmark screeched and wiped her lips as vomit dripped down her chin. Her face twisted in disgust as she glared at the bent-over Holekeeper.

“Enough of your disgusting nonsense, you freak! This whole place reeks of shit!”

The chat was still quite… uncomfortable.

[💀💀💀 SHE SAID IT! SHE SAID THE THING!]

[“THIS PLACE REEKS OF SHIT” IS MY NEW FUCKIN’ CATCHPHRASE.]

[$1,500 Donation: From @Valyrxa – She’s too good for this fight. End him, queen!]

[No, fr. Someone save my girl. She’s suffering out here.]

[HOW IS THIS EVEN LEGAL? WHO APPROVED THIS DIABOLICAL MATCHUP? 💀]

—

Still on all fours, Holekeeper twisted his head around like an owl as his expression was somewhere between outrage and maniacal glee.

“Of course, you blame me! You’re the one who keeps puking everywhere!”

With a dramatic grunt, he pulled a full-length rifle out of his butthole and spun it toward Deathmark.

The blue-haired woman was horrified.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Holekeeper didn’t hesitate.

He pulled the trigger and mercilessly sprayed bullets like a possessed man.

Deathmark ducked, twisted, and flipped to dodge the projectiles with elegant precision.

The chat went berserk.

[NAH. THIS MAN JUST PULLED A RIFLE OUT OF HIS ASS. I’M DONE.]

[“You’re the one puking everywhere” 💀 STOP BLAMING HER FOR YOUR OWN MESS.]

[$500 Donation: From @ButtMaster64 – HOLEKEEPER MVP. WE STAN A WEAPONIZED KING.]

[Deathmark dodging like she’s in The Matrix. Queen behavior.]

[Somebody please clip that dodge roll! Cleanest move of the night.]

└ [Definitely not. Nightwatch’s was way better. 💀]

—

Deathmark dashed straight for Holekeeper.

She zigzagged and closed the long distance between them in seconds. With a roar, she leaped into the air and delivered a devastating uppercut. The blow blasted Holekeeper across the floor like a human tumbleweed.

[UPPERCUT OF THE CENTURY! 🥊💥]

[The sound he made tho 😭😭]

[$1,000 Donation: From @JusticeForDeathmark – FINISH HIM. HE DESERVES NOTHING LESS.]

—

Holekeeper groaned and clutched his aching jaw as he scrambled to his feet.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough!”

Dropping to all fours once more, he arched his back and stuck his butt into the air.

The chat knew something unholy was coming.

[Oh no. Not again. Please, God, no.]

[$2,000 Donation: From @Hot_Papichulo – Is this biologically possible? Someone call a doctor.]

[My man is grunting. This is childbirth in HD.]

[STOP. HE’S CROWNING. 💀💀💀]

Holekeeper’s body trembled as a missile began to emerge, inch by horrifying inch, from his anus.

Sweat poured down his face as he cried.

“You’re gonna regret messing with me!”

Deathmark didn’t falter.

She held back her vomit and kept sprinting

“JUST DIE ALREADY!” she roared.

The chat exploded.

[NOOOO DEATHMARK! DON’T DO IT!]

[Bro is birthing a literal missile. Science has gone too far.]

└ [Using yourself as a rocket launcher is crazy. 💀]

└ [I’ll tell my kids this was how we shot missiles in my time, then force him to join the military XD]

[$80 Donation: From @Shadowstar342 – Somebody give Holekeeper an epidural.]

[THIS STREAM IS A HISTORIC MOMENT. I WILL DEFINITELY BE CLIPPING EVERYTHING.]

—

The missile was halfway out of his anus when Deathmark closed the final gap. Realizing the stakes, she performed a rocket-fueled dropkick as her feet slammed into the missile with precision.

The resulting explosion was catastrophic.

… BOOM!

Holekeeper’s screams were cut short as the missile detonated and obliterated him in a gruesome shower of blood and debris. The force of the blast sent Deathmark hurtling through the air, where she crashed into a stack of wooden crates filled with strange blue drugs.

The chat erupted like never before.

[OH MY GOD. SHE DID IT. SHE REALLY DID IT.]

[$10,000 Donation: From @pipinggunnut – BEST. STREAM. EVER.]

[$7,500 Donation: From @Zenithspoon – MY QUEEN IS UNSTOPPABLE.]

[This is officially the most disgusting, yet legendary fight in Nightwatch history.]

[Blue Garden Hotel who? This is the peak of human entertainment.]