Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: SMPE Foreplay
… 08:24 a.m.

The black van rumbled to a stop in front of the massive convention center where the SMPE was already in full swing.

The place was alive with energy; vibrant banners featuring fresh superheroes hung from every corner, and fans were swarming the entrance, carrying everything from merch bags to custom action figures.

Scott let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms lazily as his fingers brushed the van’s roof.

“Alright, guys… we’re here.”

“Yes!”

Marcus exclaimed as he thrust his camera into the air like an Olympic champion.

“Finally! I’ve adjusted the camera to perfect lighting and fitted it with enhancer lenses. Every shot I take today is gonna be flawless. I’m talking golden-ratio level perfection.”

There was pure excitement in his eyes.

Brigid sat quietly in the passenger seat, her face clouded with a distant expression. She had barely said a word during the ride, but her slumped shoulders spoke volumes.

Scott twisted around to look at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Hey, come on. We’ve got work to do. Let’s start unloading everything, alright?”

Brigid snapped out of her thoughts and nodded quickly.

“Y-, Yeah… okay.”

Her voice was soft, but she tried to muster a smile.

With that settled, they all stepped out of the van and started unloading.

The team of muscular men who had helped earlier reappeared, helping lift the heavier items like the high-tech display case holding Brigid’s super suit and the boxes of action figures and photo books.

Scott fussed over everything like an overprotective mother, double-checking that the boxes weren’t crushed or scuffed.

…

Meanwhile, nearby…

Foxgirl and her younger sister, Vixen, were making their way toward the convention center. Foxgirl walked confidently as her sleek black-and-red bodysuit caught the sunlight, while Vixen stuck close, her outfit a simpler, more modest version of her sister’s design.

A crowd of eager fans had already gathered outside.

Most were dressed in the unofficial uniform of fandom—white T-shirts and black cargo shorts.

Among them were the infamous Chatterbox mods, a group of men known more for their online arguments than their in-person charisma. They ranged from painfully skinny to overweight and sweaty, each clutching phones or merch bags as they muttered excitedly.

Vixen glanced nervously at the throng.

“Are you sure I’ll be safe?”

Foxgirl chuckled softly and slung an arm around her sister’s shoulders, then pulled her close.

“Relax. A lot of these guys are weird, sure, but there are good ones too. I’ll keep an eye on you, alright? Just focus on enjoying the SMPE and making connections. If we’re lucky, you’ll be invited to the next one.”

Vixen nodded hesitantly but looked up at her sister.

“I just… I hope a good company picks me up. I want to do this right, not just for me, but for Cari too.”

Foxgirl’s confident grin faltered slightly, replaced by a bittersweet smile.

“Exactly. We’ll make it happen.”

Vixen’s expression darkened as she folded her arms underneath her breasts.

“But… I’d be happy if we didn’t have to force Cari into this. I mean… we’re not exactly powerhouses in the superhero industry.”

In that moment, Vixen’s sensitive nipples brushed against the soft fabric of her super suit, which made her face turn a little erotic, as though someone had just pinched her there. And then what followed was a bite of her cherry lips as she suppressed her moan.

Foxgirl’s eyes softened. “It’s what Dad would’ve wanted. Let’s at least do this much for him.”

Vixen sighed, lowering her head. “Alright…” she murmured.

…

Back to the fans, there were many who still had their eyes more on Foxgirl than Vixen.

There were only a few who could truly notice the masterpiece of Vixen’s super suit.

It clung to her every curve, her toned figure displayed like a masterpiece sculpted by a deity who prioritized aesthetics over practicality.

From a shaded corner, Po stood frozen.

The wiry man trembled like a leaf in a storm.

His sharp eyes, magnified comically by thick-rimmed glasses, were locked onto one specific detail.

Then it happened—a small jiggle of Vixen’s breasts.

Barely noticeable to the untrained eye, but for Po, it was as if the heavens themselves had just parted.

“Breasts, 100… Waist, 60… Hips, 89 cm…”

He gasped with a trembling voice.

“I-, Impossible──!!”

His chubby nephew, Dip, standing beside him and munching on a bag of roasted chestnuts, looked up, crumbs decorating his double chin.

“Uncle, is everything okay?”

He tilted his head in confusion.

Po’s hand trembled as he adjusted his glasses until light bounced off its lenses.

“No… everything is far from okay.”

Dip blinked. “Huh?”

“There was a time…”

Po started to speak, almost like a poet.

“… when I thought the golden age of sexy female superheroes in tights was long over. A lost era, faded like dust in the wind. But today…”

His voice cracked with emotion as he gestured toward Vixen with a trembling hand.

“Today, I see the legacy lives on.”

Dip scratched his round belly, clearly still lost.

“Uh… what do you mean?”

Po exhaled deeply, as if he was a master imparting wisdom to an unworthy apprentice.

“Look around you, boy. This pitiful square is filled with inexperienced men, blind to the truth before them.”

He leaned closer.

“But I am no amateur. And I tell you now… Vixen’s super suit will cement her as one of the greatest superheroes of our time.”

Dip followed his uncle’s eyes, squinting at Vixen, but saw nothing special.

Just a regular superhero suit, albeit a very tight one.

He shrugged.

“I dunno, Uncle. Looks normal to me.”

Po’s head snapped toward Dip, his expression one of pure betrayal.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you’re truly my nephew…”

He said with a heavy sigh.

“Each passing day, I become more certain you were swapped at birth.”

He jabbed a finger toward Vixen.

“Look closer. Look… at her breasts.”

Dip’s round face flushed. “W-, What?! Uncle, that’s—”

“Don’t be shy!”

Po barked with a voice that carried the confidence of a seasoned degenerate.

“Behold the two hills of pleasure standing proudly upon her mountain-like chest. Observe how the craftsmanship of her suit brings out every detail—the stitch work, the curves, the… the nipples! Do you see now? The artistry, boy!”

Dip blinked several times, visibly flustered.

“Uh… I guess? But I still don’t get what’s so special—”

Po groaned and gripped his head like a man burdened by the ignorance of the world.

“Foolish boy! The positioning! The prominence! Her nipples stand out two millimeters more than the legendary Foxgirl’s! Do you understand what this means?!”

A hush fell over the surrounding crowd as Po’s words reached the ears of nearby fans.

Several men turned… eyes wide in disbelief.

“L-, Lies!” one of them shouted.

“No one surpasses Foxgirl in nipple prominence! That’s scientifically impossible!”

“Y-, Yeah… what he said!”

“Her suit is tight… but that tight? Could it really be true?”

Po stood tall and adjusted his glasses again with an air of superiority.

“Of course, none of you understand. You’re mere children dabbling in the bottomless pit that is the study of sexy superhero anatomy.”

He smirked like some kind of genius.

“But I? I have spent years honing my craft. And I tell you now, Vixen has dethroned Foxgirl. The torch has been passed.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave.

One man collapsed to his knees and clutched his chest.

“No! I refuse to believe it! Foxgirl’s tits are bigger! Her butt’s softer!”

Another chimed in, “True, but Vixen… Vixen’s suit makes her look like a sexy sardine crammed into a lingerie can!”

Po staggered and clutched his heart as well, while tears streamed down his face.

“Truly… the greatest analogy I’ve ever heard!!”

The crowd descended into chaos, men debating passionately, gesturing wildly toward Vixen. Some fell to their knees in awe, others wept openly. Meanwhile, Vixen, entirely unaware of the seismic shift she’d caused in the fandom, smiled and waved at a group of children who cheered her on.

Dip scratched his head, still utterly confused.

“Uncle… I still don’t get it.”

Po sighed deeply, placing a hand on Dip’s shoulder.

“It must be hard being mentally challenged…”

“But, Uncle, I’m not.”

“That’s the unfortunate part… there’s no excuse for your effortless stupidity.”

“Eh?”

…

On Chirper…

As Foxgirl and Vixen passed through the crowd, a chubby fan with a greasy camera snapped a quick photo of the two and immediately posted it to Chirper.

[@SupahFan47: Just spotted @RealFoxgirl and her sis at #SMPE2045! 🔥🔥🔥 They’re lookin’ amazing!!!]

The comments flooded in within seconds:

[Yo, is that her sister or her girlfriend?]

[Her sister, obviously. Foxgirl’s not a lesbian, bro.]

[Not that there’s anything wrong with her being one. Just sayin’ (・ε・`*) …]

[I prefer her straight, ngl. The gooners paying for Foxgirl FansOnly would be in shambles if she wasn’t!]

[Vixen’s way hotter than Foxgirl anyway. Fight me.]

└ [Nah, Foxgirl > Vixen any day. OG queen!]

└ [So it’s only me that can notice Vixen either has fatter nipples than Foxgirl or just a tighter suit.]

[Foxgirl’s nipples are definitely fatter… kek, imagine sucking on them, I’m sure they taste like gummy worms.]

└ [Someone get @SleazyPen out of this chat. 💀]

└ [Imagine being so down bad you get kicked out of Foxgirl’s adult stream, crazy… (´-ι_-｀)]

└ [Like fr, chill bro… we see the nips. 💀]

Some comments even took a darker turn, with fans debating whether Foxgirl and Vixen should collaborate on “sexy content.”

…

Inside the convention center…

The moment Foxgirl and Vixen entered, they were swarmed by fans holding all kinds of merchandise: action figures, comic books, merch shirts, even custom erotic statues.

“Foxgirl! Sign this!”

“Vixen, you’re so cute!”

“Can I get a kiss on the cheek?!”

“Foxgirl, please sign my chest!”

The chaos escalated until security guards stepped in, forcing the crowd back to give the sisters some breathing room.

━ ━ ━ ━

Back at the van…

Scott, Brigid, and Marcus had finally unloaded everything thanks to the heavy lifters Emma hired.

With the amount of gear they had, Scott decided to pay a group of local men $100 to carry it all inside.

『I wish those guys didn’t leave so early… at least they’ll be back to help us carry our stuff back outside.』

Scott sighed then turned to Brigid and Marcus.

“You two stay here and keep an eye on them. Make sure none of our stuff goes missing.”

Marcus nodded, carefully cradling his camera.

“Got it, big bro. Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna size up the competition. See how the other heroes set up their booths. This is our first SMPE, after all.”

Scott dusted off his hands.

Marcus grinned.

“Alright, just don’t get distracted by Foxgirl… besides, my aunt’s way hotter than them.”

“And pinker too…” Scott replied.

“Wait, what do you mean, pink?”

“FF675E…”

Marcus looked lost. “Eh?”

Scott shot him a smirk before disappearing into the bustling crowd.

—

Scott walked through the convention building, hands shoved in his pockets as he scanned the various booths.

His sharp eyes noted the disparity in setup quality… some were modest, even crude.

Handmade banners hung crookedly over tables piled with DIY costumes, hastily printed posters, and hastily sewn capes. A few of the booths even had tip jars prominently displayed as their owners clearly hoped for donations.

Then there were the slightly better-off superheroes.

Their gear and displays, while decent, still screamed budget-friendly. These were the hopefuls banking on their powers being unique enough to catch the eye of a corporate agent or sponsor.

Scott sighed softly and shook his head.

『This is exactly why I can’t stand the corporate side of superheroing, he thought. The SMPE is supposed to highlight the best heroes, but all it does is enforce this toxic elitism in the business. It’s not about who’s the best hero, just who has the best backing.』

As he strolled past another booth featuring a hero whose “super suit” looked like it was cobbled together with thrift store finds, Scott’s thoughts drifted to Maya.

『I convinced her not to come last year, he mused. She didn’t need the SMPE to get noticed anyway—her dad built her suit, and she had enough connections. But if she did show up here… She still caught TitanTech’s attention. Guess she didn’t miss out.』

He shrugged.

“Meh.”

Just then, a high-pitched chorus of squeals cut through the noise.

“Please look at me!”

“He’s so handsome!”

“Hold me tight and make me feel right!!!”

“I LOVE YOU, PEAK!!!”

Scott blinked as he turned toward the commotion.

Weaving through the crowd, he found the source—a tall man in a shiny, almost blindingly gold-and-blue bodysuit holding a selfie stick.

The Peak.

The self-proclaimed “Almighty Hero of the People” was streaming live.

“Alright, chat!”

The Peak’s voice boomed as he grinned at his phone.

“I’m here at the SMPE, making sure the people are safe from danger! While others chase glory, I’m here to protect you! Because where there’s a crowd, there’s always trouble lurking, am I right?”

The chat exploded:

[Lurking danger? Bro, the only danger is you busting out of that tight suit.]

[Not him STILL wearing the medal of honor from, what, three weeks ago??]

[Does this guy ever wash that suit? 🤢]

[🔥🔥🔥 PEAKY BOY IN THE HOUSE!]

[Nah but why is his suit the gayest thing I’ve ever seen???]

└ [Fr tho, and I’m gay. 💀]

…

Donations started rolling in, too, with messages like:

[$5,000 Donation: Can’t hate on Peak! He’s the GOAT fr.]

[$15,000 Donation: Tight suit’s gotta be expensive to maintain, here ya go.]

Beside The Peak stood a short, very round boy in an ill-fitting replica of the same bodysuit.

“And hey, guys!”

The Peak angled the camera toward his companion.

“Check out my little bro here. I’m thinking of naming him… Apogee! Or The Apogee. What do you think? He’s gonna be the next big thing!”

The boy—Apogee—stepped closer to the camera, puffing out his chest and flexing his double chin as if he had a chiseled jawline.

The chat went wild:

[Next big thing?? He’s already big, bro. 💀💀💀]

[Bro looks like The Rizzler. 💀]

[McDonald’s final boss has arrived.]

[Big Mac energy, no cheese.]

[Why he built like a human bowling ball???]

[$1,000 Donation: Apogee really said ’round is a shape.’]

…

Standing nearby, Scott shook his head, half-amused.

“More like Crest…” he muttered.

The Peak’s head snapped toward him.

“What’s that, bro?”

Scott sighed. “If you’re sticking to the theme, you should name him Crest, not Apogee. Makes more sense.”

The Peak lit up.

“Whoa! Crest? That’s WAY better! Thanks, man!”

Scott shrugged, turning to leave, but before he could take a step, The Peak threw an arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, guys!”

The Peak beamed at his phone.

“Meet my new best friend! He’s the one who came up with ‘Crest!’ Dude, tell the chat your name!”

Scott glared at the camera, unamused. “Scott.”

The chat erupted:

[Scott? What kind of plain-vanilla name—]

[Hmmm, he looks familiar tho 🤔…]

[Bro said Scott like we’re supposed to know him.]

[$5,000 Donation: Scott, my guy, drop your skincare routine! I swear your handsome asf!]

[Bro could really become a model. 💀]

…

Scott waved lazily and walked off.

But, The Peak called after him, “Catch you later, BRO! Don’t forget the punch stand on the third floor!”

The moment Scott disappeared into the crowd, The Peak turned back to his stream.

“Y’know, chat, Scott here is actually my childhood friend! When his mom was battling cancer, I was there for her. Thanks to me, she’s making a full recovery!”

The girls surrounding him erupted into even louder screams.

“HE’S SO SWEET!”

“I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW!!!”

“CAN SCOTT MARRY ME???”

The chat, however, wasn’t buying it:

[Didn’t you say “new” best friend?]

[Childhood friend? Yeah, okay, Peak.]

[Bro’s out here making fanfiction in real-time.]

[Scott blink twice if you’re being held hostage.]

…

Scott, now out of sight, sighed again.

『Why is every SMPE full of these people…?』

… boing────BOING!

His hands were suddenly cupping a pair of breasts.

『They’re soft…』

When Scott stared up, he saw it was Vixen.

How did this happen?