Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: SMPE Preparations, Foxgirl!
… 00:13 a.m.

The room was in chaos.

Marcus leapt up from the bed like a startled cat, his eyes wide and horrified at the sight before him.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

Brigid didn’t flinch.

If anything, she tightened her grip on Scott’s shirt as her lips were still firmly—and aggressively—pressed against his.

However, Scott was thrashing on the floor beneath her

“Brigid! Stop! You’re going to tear my lips off!”

Scott managed to shout in between struggling gasps.

Hearing his panicked voice, Brigid finally relented and lifted her head with a dreamy, dazed expression. Blood trickled from her nose as she sat back, looking utterly euphoric.

Marcus wasted no time lunging forward, pulling her off Scott with more force than necessary.

“Are you out of your mind?! That’s my aunt’s boyfriend!”

He bellowed as he gestured wildly at Scott, who was still sprawled on the carpet, coughing.

Brigid said nothing, her nose still bleeding as she hugged herself tightly, swaying slightly.

Her dreamy gaze made Marcus recoil.

Scott groaned as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Marcus, you saw me trying to pull away, right? You saw that, right?”

“Don’t worry, big bro. I’ve got your back.”

Marcus nodded firmly and jabbed a thumb toward Brigid.

“If anyone here is crazy, it’s this black-haired, hornball, man-eating—”

“How dare you call me a man-eater──?!”

Brigid suddenly snapped as her euphoric haze vanished almost in an instant. She pointed a trembling finger at Marcus while her cheeks flushed an erotic pink.

“I was simply performing a great and sacred ritual! And you—YOU had the audacity to interrupt it!”

She took a dramatic step forward.

“Do you want heavenly lightning to descend upon you and your unborn generations? Do you?!”

Marcus took a step back, his expression deadpan.

“Yeah, okay. You’re fucking nuts. Like, totally nuts. Are all girls like this?”

Before Brigid could launch into another tirade, a sharp thwack sparked in the room.

Scott stood between them, cane in hand while both Brigid and Marcus clutched their heads and groaned as they crumpled to the floor.

Marcus glared up at him. “What the hell, big bro?! Why’d you hit me? I was just trying to help!”

Scott shrugged as he rolled his sleeves back down.

“My hand slipped. Besides, it’d be unfair to hit her and not you. That’s abuse. Unless, of course, you want your big bro to end up in jail.”

Marcus frowned but reluctantly nodded. “Fair enough…”

Brigid, however, was still on the floor, hugging herself tightly and mumbling incoherently.

“His lips… oh, Lord Nightwatch’s lips… so full of holy spirit… I almost came just from sucking on them~ ♡…”

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like…

“Am I getting too old for this?”

With a long exhale, he walked to the nearby table and set down a sleek, silver suitcase. As he pressed a button, the suitcase unfolded, transforming into a dazzling mini-factory. Holographic blueprints sprang to life, displaying an array of super suits, high-tech armor, and even futuristic vehicles.

The display was so advanced that Marcus’s jaw dropped.

“What… what is that?”

Marcus asked as he adjusted his glasses for a closer look.

Scott straightened and glanced at him.

“This is the AOF—the Arcforge Omni-Fabricator. It costs about four billion dollars. So don’t come within three meters of it, or I swear—”

Marcus didn’t wait for him to finish.

“Holy shit…”

He stepped closer as his curiosity overpowered any sense of self-preservation.

“Is this some kind of hyper-advanced forging technology? Like, does it use pre-created mechanics to—?”

… Thwack!

Marcus fell back and clutched his head again.

“WHY?!” he shouted.

Scott simply smirked.

“I told you not to get close. Now, listen up. I’m sending you the prototype of the super suit I have in mind for Brigid. Your job is to edit it onto some of her pictures, make them look professional, and turn them into high-quality promotional images for her photo books. We’ll replicate 1,000 copies.”

Marcus grumbled but pulled out his tablet.

“Got it, got it…”

“Got it, what?” Scott gave him a side-eye.

“G-, Got it… big bro…”

“Heheh, now is that so hard?”

Scott turned to Brigid, who had miraculously recovered and was now on her feet, standing at attention. She saluted dramatically, her back bent forward and legs slightly bent.

“And I’ll focus on creating and rehearsing my live showcase for today… or tomorrow… or later today…”

Her face turned red for no reason at all.

“Hmph────WHATEVER!!”

Scott gave her a bemused look but nodded.

“Good. Then let’s get to work.”

As they all moved to their respective tasks, Scott allowed himself a small smile. It wasn’t the smoothest start, but they were making progress.

『One step closer…』

━ ━ ━ ━

… 04:27 a.m.

Marcus lounged on the plush leather sofa as he dressed like the embodiment of arrogance in a beret, striped shirt, and scarf. With a script in hand, he waved theatrically at Brigid, who stood in the center of the room.

The morning light was yet to seep through the curtains, but the still had an almost cinematic glow.

“Brigid, darling, that pose? Weak. Just… abysmal.”

Marcus spoke in his thick-as-butter faux-French accent.

“If this were Paris Fashion Week, I would be outré-offended, insulted, scarred!”

Brigid raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.

“Alright then, Mr. Critic.”

She struck another pose, thrusting her chest forward and spreading her legs wide which made her massive hips push out like pumps. Her smug grin suggested she was sure this would earn praise.

Marcus groaned as he dragged a hand down his face.

“No, no, no! You’ve got big hips and a, frankly, massive chest. If you pose like that, every weirdo in the audience is gonna laser-focus on your body like… like average Chatterbox mods!”

Brigid blinked as she tilted her head.

“Chatterbox mods? Who?”

Marcus sighed, almost like a diva.

Then, he dropped his script on the coffee table.

“Okay, listen. Chatterbox mods are, like, these online gremlins who never leave their basements except for conventions like this. They come out just to drool over sexy newbie heroes──and, let’s face it, some of the veterans too. You’re playing right into their hands.”

Brigid stared at him blankly. “… Still not getting it.”

Marcus rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

“Alright, fine. Come here.”

Brigid bounced over with piqued curiosity. “What’s up?”

After a few quick taps, Marcus pulled up Rule 34.

“Look. Whenever there’s an SMPE, the superhero Rule 34 count skyrockets. Some managers even leak their clients’ measurements so these gooners can get their ‘art’ just right.”

Brigid took the phone, her eyes narrowing in skepticism.

“Rule 34? What’s──?”

She stopped midsentence as her eyes widened with each unholy scroll. The screen was filled with digital drawings of scantily clad or outright nude superheroes.

“Holy… is that Miss Mercury?”

Her jaw dropped.

“And… Lady Garganta?! There are millions of these!”

Brigid’s eyes almost exploded.

“What the heck──?! Why did they shove Miss Mercury up Lady Garganta’s ass?! N-, NO! That looks even better than the condom inflating art of Foxgirl… oh my…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Marcus muttered as he leaned back.

“Things you should know: the condom inflating art was just a redraw of the original pose Foxgirl did on her FansOnly. So, yeah… she actually did inflate a condom with her vajayjay, and I think they said she can generate more pumping force than even submersible pumps… probably a joke though.

“Miss Mercury’s got, like, 950,000 posts.

“Rope Girl’s pushing two mil. And Foxgirl? Eight million. Not shocking, honestly.”

Brigid was speechless and her thumb rapidly scrolled through the site.

“Wait… what about Nightwatch?”

Her voice wavered with both hope and an oddly perverted excitement as she typed his name.

Marcus glanced over as his face already twisted in regret.

“Oh no. Don’ t──!”

Too late.

Brigid’s breath hitched as the screen revealed over 600,000 posts dedicated to Nightwatch. She tapped one. Her face turned beet red, and she covered her nose as blood began to stream from her nostrils.

“Dear Lord Nightwatch…” she whispered, trembling.

Marcus flinched at the sudden gush of blood.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He shouted as he grabbed a tissue box and shoved it into her hands.

Brigid ignored him, her voice dreamy.

“Do you think there’s… gay Rule 34 of Nightwatch? Like, Nightwatch x Fortitude or Nightwatch x Blue Atom? Heck, I’ll even watch some Nightwatch x Konrad or Nightwatch x The Peak, fufufu~ ♡!”

Marcus recoiled and his face twisted in horror.

“Oh my God, you’re a gooner too?!”

“What’s a gooner?”

Brigid asked innocently as she dabbed at her nose.

Marcus shook his head vigorously and tried to unsee the mental images.

“I can’t. I won’ t. Look, Nightwatch doesn’t have much gay stuff, okay? Most of his Rule 34 is him tying up and spanking girls. His fangirls are all masochists, so it’s like… BDSM central.”

Brigid tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“Hmm… that’s understandable. I mean, I can’t imagine a world where he wouldn’t tie me up, plug my naughty butt, spank me silly, and grab my neck like a rotten 6,000 years old bacteria searching for death in th──!!”

“STOP!”

Marcus shot up from the sofa, hands flying to his ears.

“I cannot and will not imagine that world. Period.”

Brigid wiped the last of the blood from her face and flopped onto the sofa beside him.

“Whatever. I don’t really care about all that. I just… I don’t want to disappoint Lord Scott. He’s working so hard for me, and if I fail…”

She hugged her knees to her chest as her voice softened.

“What if he hates me?”

Marcus frowned as his annoyance melted into something gentler.

He gave her a light punch on the shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it. My big bro seems like a tough guy, but he’s also the kind of guy my aunt’s totally into, so he’s gotta be, like, really amazing. No way he’d hate you for trying.”

Brigid looked up, her wide, doe-like eyes glistening.

“You think so?”

Marcus smirked.

“I know so. Now quit moping and let’s nail this showcase. No more weak poses, no more gooner bait, and absolutely no more Rule 34, got it?”

Brigid saluted as her confidence returned. “Yes, sir!”

“Good.”

Marcus grabbed his script and flipped to a new page.

“Now, give me your best ‘hero landing.’ And this time, no ass shots!”

Brigid grinned mischievously. “No promises.”

The special ass shots weren’t for anyone at the SMPE, she wanted to practice them for Scott so she could reward him for all of his kindness.

『And the best way to do that is through my body! Who gives a fuck about objectifying myself for him… I love my blue-eyed prince so fucking much. Kyaaaahh~ ❤️!!』

The young lady was greatly excited.

━ ━ ━ ━

… 03:34 a.m.

It’s a quiet night at the penthouse suite of the Radiance Grand Hotel. The shimmering city lights seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave the room a really beautiful appearance.

This room belonged to quite the sexy individual.

Alys Morgan aka Foxgirl.

One of the most beloved and controversial heroes of the decade, was in the middle of her infamous late-night streams that resulted in the tardiness of many college students and the divorce of countless married couples.

Dressed in her signature suit—a skintight, fiery-orange ensemble with subtle black accents that outlined every tantalizing curve—she looked nothing short of jaw-dropping.

Her messy ginger hair fell over her shoulders to frame her sharp, golden eyes that glimmered with mischief. Her fox ears twitched slightly as she shifted, while her fluffy tail swayed behind her like a beckoning flame.

The suit clung to her big, round breasts that were like melons, practically broadcasting the shape of her nipples and leaving the rest to her viewers’ imagination.

The front-view camera on her phone captured every detail as her massive hips filled the frame. Her soft, juicy ass cheeks were pressed provocatively against the lens while the fox-like tail nestled between these meaty cheeks wiggled in such a teasing and enticing manner.

There were very few who wouldn’t pay a buck to see the shape of Foxgirl’s ass.

Even social media scientists had done their best to study what made her ass so enticing──from how firm it was, to how watery it became when she twerked… they wanted to know every single thing.

“Well, well, my little foxlings…”

Her voice was smooth and sex.

She arched her back and caused her hips to sway in slow, deliberate motions.

“Do you want some of this? Hmm? ❤️”

The comment section exploded almost instantly.

[YES, QUEEN! PLEASE!]

[Fox mommy, sit on my face. I’ll die happy]

[Tie me up and call me a bad boy! I’m ready!]

[Your tail is perfection. Can I pet it? 🥺]

[I’d sell my soul for one jiggle…]

[Fart on me please 😩…]

└ [Bro what? 💀]

[SIT ON MY FACE! PLEASE!!! 😭]

—

Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she giggled softly.

“Oh, my… such desperate little foxlings tonight.”

She glanced over at the donation counter, which suddenly jumped by a significant amount.

[$10,000 DONATION – Tomorrow at SMPE, wear something even sluttier. Do it for the fans!]

[$25,000 DONATION – Flash a little cleavage while signing my poster? Pretty please, goddess.]

[$80,000 DONATION – Foxgirl, do the condom trick at SMPE. It’s what we deserve.]

—

She spun around as her luscious tail swished hypnotically as she leaned into the camera. Her full lips parted in a playful pout as she tapped her chin.

“Such good boys, throwing money at your favorite foxy hero. But…”

She raised a finger and wagged it teasingly.

“The special condom trick? Tsk, tsk. That’s reserved for the really big boys. Unless you’re dropping at least $100,000 this morning, you’ll just have to dream about it.”

The chat spiraled into chaos.

[C’mon, Foxgirl, don’t tease! Just do it!]

[I’ll sell my car, JUST SAY YES!]

[$50,000 DONATION – Can I DM you? I want to be your sugar daddy please 🥺…]

[Ignore the trolls, Foxgirl. You’re perfection.]

[Please step on me, my queen.]

—

She leaned back and gently brushed her hair with a faux-innocent smile.

“Aw, don’t beg, my little foxlings. It’s unbecoming of such loyal fans.”

Her golden eyes sparkled as she tilted her head.

“Now, what should I do for you next?”

Another flood of comments poured in, and she chuckled as she read them.

[Show us your paws!]

[Do more butt wiggles! PLEASE!]

[Forget tomorrow—stream all night!]

[Can you rub yourself in front of the camera… you haven’t done that in a while 😢]

—

Foxgirl sighed dramatically as she placed a hand on her hip.

“You’re all so demanding tonight. I’m just so tired, you know? Tomorrow’s a big day for your favorite fox! I’ve got the honor of opening SMPE, after all.”

She turned and gave the camera another tantalizing glimpse of her curves.

“Guess I’ll just stick to this for now…”

The viewers erupted.

[THEY FINALLY RECOGNIZE YOU!]

[Can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Will you sign my chest?]

[I fookin’ blove yeaahn bsbe 😘]

└ [Bro, what are you writing? 🤨]

└ [I’ve got cum all over my keyboard, man. Sorry XD]

└ [Oh, damn 💀]

└ [TMI bro, like fr 💀]

[Will your little sister join you at SMPE? Maybe a little fox-on-fox action?]

—

The mood shifted.

Foxgirl’s playful expression hardened.

She grabbed her phone, zooming in close on her face.

Her golden eyes had a sharp intensity.

“Listen up, foxlings. Don’t. Bring up my little sister in these streams. My streams are my space. Got it?”

The chat froze for a moment before comments hesitantly rolled in.

[O-, of course, goddess! So sorry!]

[Got it. No friend talk. Still love you!]

[$5,000 DONATION – Sorry for being out of line!]

[Damn, but I so wanna see some sister-on-sister action… that would be so sexy XD]

[@Foxgirl has removed @SleazyPen from the stream.]

Foxgirl leaned back as her fiery demeanor cooled.

“Good boys…”

She purred.

“Now… let’s keep it fun, alright?”

She shot a wink at the camera and spun around as her hips swayed provocatively.

『Horny sons of bitches!』