Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Trending Handsome
Irina lounged on the fluffy white couch in her VIP hall with her legs crossed lazily and a tablet in hand as she scrolled through her various social media feeds. Her glossy nails tapped idly against the screen until she stopped on a particular clip.

The vibrant thumbnail read

“The Peak’s Latest Livestream: New Friend!”

She clicked it and winced immediately at the loud, obnoxious laugh blasting through the speakers.

“Ugh…”

She groaned and rolled her eyes as she irritatedly adjusted the volume.

The camera panned to The Peak, gesturing dramatically about something inconsequential. Irina squinted, unimpressed, before muttering under her breath.

“Does anyone still watch this guy’s nonsense? Don’t they know he’s just a fraud?”

Her lips curled into a smirk.

“Miss Mercury’s way better than hi—”

Abruptly, she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as if she’d just blurted out a deep, dark secret.

Shaking her head furiously, she sat up straighter.

“Nope. Nope. Didn’t say that. Definitely didn’t say that.”

Behind her, Sarah’s voice eased through the tension.

“Irina, it’s almost time for your booth opening. Can you please go change into your super suit already?”

Irina yawned loudly and stretched out her arms with exaggerated laziness.

“Super suits are so boring…”

She drawled.

“It’s not like anyone would actually have the balls to come kill me, even if the whole world knew who I was.”

Standing behind the couch, Sarah crossed her arms.

“That’s not the point, Irina…”

She lowered her head and sighed.

“You’ve done a terrible job keeping your identity secret as it is. It’ll only get worse over time. Just wear the suit and let the media forget about Irina Golovin for once. Can you at least try?”

“Meh…”

Irina muttered, waving her off dismissively.

“Not happening.”

Sarah’s lips twitched into a forced smile, a little too wide to be sincere.

Her voice, however, remained sickly sweet.

“Hmm, I wonder… would Miss Mercury be a fan of a hero who doesn’t stick to their agreements? Someone who can’t even follow the simple rules of wearing a super suit, let alone act like a proper hero?”

Irina froze as her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink.

“As if I care what that dumbass thinks!”

She snapped and glared at Sarah.

“I hate that bitch!”

But then her voice softened ever so slightly as a nervous edge creeped in.

“Uh… just go set up the booth. And tell someone to bring me the damn suit.”

Sarah’s smile grew faintly smug, though she quickly turned away to hide it.

『Oh, Miss Irina. You might pretend to hate Miss Mercury, but everyone knows about your little fan club back at Skyfort Academy.』

Sarah gave one nod to the young lady.

“Of course. I’ll get right on that.”

As she walked away, Irina twisted around on the couch and her voice rising.

“Just so you know, I’m not doing this because I care about her opinion, okay?! She’s a lame, dumb, loser bitch who just got lucky with the company and the fame! That’s it!”

“Of course, of course… I know.”

Sarah replied, not even turning back.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Irina slumped back onto the couch with a groan.

“She definitely didn’t believe that…”

As her hand flopped onto the tablet, she accidentally pressed play on the livestream clip again. This time, the screen displayed a young man standing beside The Peak—a man with sharp features, stunning blue eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.

“My senses are tingling…”

Irina quickly perked up and leaned closer to the screen.

“Oh… my… god…”

She breathed like she was about to drown in hotness.

“He’s so friggin’ handsome!”

Her fingers instinctively pinched the screen to zoom in on his handsome face, and the closer she got, the more her cheeks flushed.

“No way. He’s even more handsome up close!”

Her reaction escalated quickly as she rolled off the couch and screeched like a banshee.

“Kyaaaaa~ ♡! He’s SO handsome!”

She scrambled back onto the couch and hugged the tablet as if it were her most prized possession.

The video played on, and the man finally spoke with a smooth and confident, yet oddly uninterested voice.

“I’m Scott…”

He introduced himself with a plain expression that sent Irina’s heart into overdrive.

“Scott…”

She whispered as her blue eyes practically sparkled.

She licked her lips slowly, as if savoring his name.

“I need to know more about him.”

Forgetting all about her earlier gripes with The Peak, her fingers began tapping furiously as she started looking up everything she could about this mysterious, impossibly handsome man.

…

Irina sat cross-legged on the couch with her tablet perched on her lap as she navigated to Threadit. Her manicured fingers danced across the screen as she typed furiously into the search bar.

[Handsome guy in The Peak’s recent stream…]

She stared at the phrase for a second, then groaned loudly and flopped backward into the couch cushions.

“No, no, that’s such a stupid thing to search…”

She muttered to herself as she shook her head.

“There’s no way that’ll work…”

She sighed, fully expecting the search to yield nothing. But as the screen loaded, her eyes widened in shock.

“Oh, no way…”

The subthreadit results were filled with threads about the mysterious man.

Every post was a variation of the same sentiment:

[Who is this guy?]

[Handsome dude on The Peak’s stream just broke the internet.]

[The new heartthrob of Metro City?]

Irina blinked at the sheer number of posts, each with thousands of upvotes and hundreds of comments. Clicking on one of the threads, she scrolled through a discussion dissecting every little detail about the man. Someone had even screenshotted his brief appearance, and the image was already circulating like wildfire.

“Just a few hours ago, and he’s already this popular?”

Irina sounded very excited.

She exited Threadit for a moment and checked the timestamps on The Peak’s stream clips.

Her jaw dropped.

“Seriously? Only three hours?!”

She gasped, gripping the tablet tighter.

“I wonder if he has any social media platforms I can reach him on… Oh my god, this is gonna be so friggin’ awesome!”

Irina curled up into a ball, her knees pulled close to her chest as she resumed scrolling through Threadit. She devoured every thread, every comment, every blurry screenshot of the man named Scott.

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[t/PopCultureGals]

[Thread Title: We usually don’t talk about trash like The Peak here, but WHO is that guy who walked away in the stream???]

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✐ᝰ ┊ u/PeachyLuvvv

Okay, so I never tune into Peak’s nonsense—he’s a walking red flag with a God complex—but I saw a clip of this “Scott” guy, and 👀. Like… WHO is he? I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to someone with zero context before.

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[u/RavenWit: Right? I’m lowkey embarrassed I even clicked on that stream, but I had to know who he was after that. He gave such “not here for this circus” energy. Please tell me he’s not related to The Peak. I refuse to believe anyone that good-looking would share DNA with that clown.]

[u/SoftGothWitch: I don’t care if he’s arrogant, honestly. That man could insult my entire family, and I’d still thank him.]

[u/HotSauceInMyBag: Girl, SAME. Y’all talking about his face, but did you catch the way his collarbone was peeking out of his shirt? That’s the kind of subtle sexiness that William Roosevelt wishes he had.]

[u/RosebudRoosevelt: EXCUSE YOU. As a proud member of the William Roosevelt Fan Club, I am begging you not to embarrass yourself like this. Scott is attractive, sure, but he’s giving “accidentally hot.” William Roosevelt is intentional perfection. Let the amateurs swoon over Scott; real women know William is untouchable.]

[u/SugarAndSpite: LMAO. “Accidentally hot” is killing me. But nah, Scott’s got this effortless vibe that William can’t replicate even with his army of stylists. Also, can we not pretend like Roosevelt didn’t get that nose job last year?]

[u/CoffeeCraver1990: Ladies, ladies. Can’t we agree that both are gorgeous and move on?]

[u/ChocoChic: No.]

—

[t/GeekyAndSalty]

[Thread Title: Bella Trevors just Chirped about “Scott.” We’ve officially lost him to the thirsty masses.]

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✐ᝰ ┊ u/PixelNinja72

Sigh. This is why I hate mainstream culture. Bella Trevors, of all people, posting about that guy? The moment a random dude gets even a crumb of attention, celebrities swoop in to claim him. Like, I bet she doesn’t even know his name.

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[u/BlasterVibes: The Chirp she posted is a straight-up thirst trap: “@Scott (if that’s your name): Hit me up. I’ve got a spot for you in my next music video… or my DMs. 😉” Gag.]

[u/AnimeKnight34: Let’s be real, though—Scott isn’t even that attractive. He’s like a 7.5 at best. Bella’s just bored.]

[u/DarkElfEmperor: Speak for yourself, virgin. I’m at least an 8, and even I can admit Scott is a solid 9.5.]

[u/PixelNinja72: This isn’t about Scott being attractive. It’s about our community losing another potentially cool person to the mainstream hype machine. Look, he’s probably still at the SMPE. If someone gets a pic with him, we can confirm he hasn’t sold out yet.]

[u/LoreLord77: Y’all are weird. Just let the man exist.]

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[t/ConspiracyChat]

[Thread Title: Is Scott an Industry Plant?]

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✐ᝰ ┊ u/RedStringTheory

Think about it: he was on The Peak’s stream for all of five seconds, and now he’s trending everywhere. Bella Trevors is Chirping about him, high-fashion brands are posting edits of him, and there are rumors that TitanTech wants to sign him for something. It’s all too convenient.

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[u/SkepticJones: Facts. Also, The Peak casually threw in that sob story about Scott’s mom recovering from cancer? Classic PR move to make the public sympathize with him. This has “marketing stunt” written all over it.]

[u/TinfoilTom: LMAO, y’all are reaching. Not everyone who goes viral is a plant. Sometimes people just… exist?]

[u/DeepDiver42: But why would someone like Scott show up on The Peak’s stream of all places? He doesn’t fit the vibe at all. Either he’s a plant, or he’s got connections we don’t know about.]

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[t/DaytimeDrama]

[Thread Title: Konrad Kain just featured Scott on his show, and Sofia Hernandez called him “handsome.”]

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✐ᝰ ┊ u/TVAddict99

Konrad Kain is officially a joke. Like, a random dude walks by in a superhero stream, and suddenly he’s getting airtime?

…

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[u/BigTittySimp69: The only good part of that segment was Sofia Hernandez calling him handsome. But let’s be real: anything Sofia does is iconic.]

[u/WrestleAndChill: Nah, Sofia’s wild for that. She basically ignited the “Scott War” between fangirls. Go on Chirper; it’s all anyone’s talking about.]

[u/GamerGurl34: Can we stop pretending Scott is some Greek god? He’s cute, sure, but Sofia’s praise makes it sound like he’s Adonis reincarnated.]

[u/ThirstyForHernandez: Y’all are just jealous Sofia looked at another man. Let the queen simp in peace.]

[u/SleazyPenis: Did y’all catch Sofia Hernandez tits tho 👀 see how those monsters were strapped to her chest!]

└ [Someone get this loser outta here –_– I feel sick.]

└ [I swear who TF is this guy. 💀]

└ [Grass, bro. Grass (´-ι_-｀)…]

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In conclusion, Scott’s five seconds of fame had officially taken over Threadit.

And now… the debates were only getting spicier.

By the time Irina was done, her head flopped back onto the couch as she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“I used to think I had a thing for Miss Mercury… like, a kinda romantic crush…”

She frowned slightly before raising the tablet high above her face to gaze at her own reflection in the black screen.

“But maybe I’m not even lesbian to begin with?”

She tilted her head as her thoughts spiraled.

“I mean… how can a guy be this handsome? It’s crazy just thinking about it.”

Lowering the tablet, she hugged it to her chest and giggled softly.

“Does he, like… drink heavenly water or something?”

She imagined his flawless complexion, his chiseled jawline, and those piercing blue eyes.

“His skin’s so smooth, and the way his face is shaped… It’s almost unfair. This is the kind of beauty you’d see in European guys, right?”

Her mind wandered further.

“Ooo… maybe he is European!”

She gasped, then immediately shook her head.

“No, no, probably not. But…”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“It’s still possible, right? Ugh, is there some way I can, like, message him? Or, ooooh, exchange numbers or something?”

Her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning as she giggled uncontrollably.

But then, her thoughts spiraled again.

“What if we, like, date or something? We could do stuff together, like…”

Her cheeks burned red, steam practically rising from her head as she squeaked like a schoolgirl and started flopping around the couch like a fish out of water.

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Meanwhile, outside the VIP hall, The Peak stood surrounded by a mob of fangirls, basking in the attention. His signature grin was plastered on his face as he soaked in the adoration.

“Alright, ladies, calm down, calm down!”

He spoke with a booming laugh as he held up his hands.

Suddenly, his secretary Claire pushed through the crowd, looking frazzled. She grabbed his arm and dragged him into a secluded corner.

“What’s the rush, Claire?”

The Peak asked as he turned off his livestream with a casual swipe.

Claire whipped out her phone as her face paled.

“Your stream is currently trending number one on Chirper, WeTube, and even Instaflick.”

The Peak chuckled, flexing one of his biceps with a smug grin.

“As if that’s a surprise! I’m simply that amazing.”

Claire shot him a flat look.

“Not for the reason you’re thinking.”

She held up her phone, showing a clip from the Konrad Kain Show, where Konrad and his guest star Sofia Hernandez were talking about the new mystery man in town.

Konrad leaned back in his chair, a sly smile on his face.

“Just when you think Metro City has seen it all, along comes this guy—Scott—stealing hearts left and right. Who is this handsome devil?”

Sofia leaned forward, licking her lower lip.

“Can we show his face again? You know, for the viewers?”

Konrad chuckled knowingly. “For the viewers, huh?”

The audience erupted into laughter as a picture of Scott appeared on the screen.

The Peak’s eye twitched as he stared at the image.

His jaw tightened.

“That’s my shoulder…”

He muttered and pointed at the edge of the picture where a sliver of his costume was visible.

“Huh?” Claire blinked in confusion.

“Right there!”

The Peak jabbed at the screen angrily.

“That’s my fucking shoulder! They cropped me out of the damn picture!”

He laughed, though his eyes were wild with fury.

“They can’t just cut me out! I’m the star! I’m The Peak!”

Claire tried to calm him down. “Look, it’s fine. You’re st—”

But before she could finish, The Peak lashed out and slapped her phone out of her hand.

The crowd nearby fell silent as the phone smashed against the hard floor.

“They can’t just cut me out!”

He screamed furiously.

Claire still tried. “Sir, please calm do──!!”

… PAHHH!

A hot slap tore across Claire’s cheek and she fell.

Claire held her cheek, shocked and humiliated.

Her wide eyes darted around the room as whispers began spreading through the crowd.

“Sir, I…”

[Ding! This is your chance to improve your reputation!]

Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, one thing at a time, alright?”