Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Today on the KKK Show
Three days later…

The casualties of Red’s attacks were buried.

It was such a sad day that the skies turned dark and it cried till nightfall.

But what truly made the day tragic wasn’t just the deaths of so many innocent civilians and brave soldiers. It was the fact that hardly any heroes lost their lives.

The people of Metro City didn’t want their heroes to die, but they couldn’t help feeling betrayed by the Hero Agency for failing to do everything possible to protect the weak and vulnerable like them.

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A week later…

Scott was confined to his bed.

His body was still in recovery mode.

He sat cross-legged on the mattress, wearing sweatpants and staring at the muted television across the room.

Stretching his arms, he let out an exaggerated groan.

“Damn… for something called the Anti-Disaster Suit, it sure takes a friggin’ toll on my body.”

He muttered to no one in particular.

He raised his right arm, watching as the blue technophage seeped through his pores and coated his arm like liquid metal.

The sight never ceased to amaze him.

“Thanks to this thing my future self dropped off, I’ll heal faster. Heart should be good as new in a month or two. Basically, I’ll be back in action just in time for Christmas. Kek.”

He flexed his fingers as the technophage morphed his arm into a sleek, four-barreled plasma cannon that hummed faintly with power.

“Future me said this is Blue. One of the three technophages showcased at the Black Industries tech event… in his timeline, I guess.”

He turned the cannon over, inspecting it.

“Apparently, it’s the stabilized, more experienced version of the egg I took. Future me swapped it out to avoid some time fracture paradox mumbo jumbo. Then he took the egg and—get this—aged it to match this timeline but doubled the time and experience or something. Sounds like total bullshit if you ask me. Alternate timelines are too much.”

With a sigh, he allowed the technophage to retreat back into his body. The blue shimmer vanished into his skin, leaving his arm as it was before.

Tossing the remote between his hands, he leaned back against the headboard.

The door creaked open, and in walked Nadia, carrying a bag of chili fries in one hand and a small pack of smoothies in the other.

Her grin was playful.

Even the way her nose wrinkled up, it was similar to Emma’s when she flashed her beautiful smile.

Nadia dangled the food.

“Look what I’ve gooot~”

Scott’s face lit up. “Chili fries? Awesome!”

Nadia plopped down on the bed beside him, then handed over the goodies.

“I was rewatching some of your old streams, and you kept going on about proteins, so I figured, eh, why not? Fu~fu!”

“You’re too awesome, seriously.”

Scott’s grin widened as he took the bag while his stomach growled on cue.

“Pfft, it’s no biggie.”

Nadia leaned back on her elbows, watching as he eagerly opened the bag.

“But hey, I’ve got football practice in an hour, so you’re on your own after that.”

Scott paused, glancing over at her.

“Still can’t believe you skipped Emma’s Medal of Honor ceremony to take care of me. You’re the best. Good thing Jenna went, though, or Emma would’ve felt awful.”

Nadia gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

“Heyyy, you’re my guy too, y’know. I’m sure Emma totally understands.”

Rubbing his shoulder where she hit him, Scott chuckled.

“Uh-huh, gotcha.”

He turned his attention back to the bag and tore it open to reveal the chili fries and smoothies.

As he began to dig in, Nadia raised a brow.

“That’s how you’re gonna eat it?”

Scott blinked. “Uh… yeah? What’s wrong?”

Nadia shook her head, acting disappointed

“Amateur.”

Without warning, she snatched the bag from his hands, then cracked open all the smoothie cups, and poured them into the bag. Scott watched in horror as she mixed the chili fries and smoothies with her bare hand while her fingers squished through the mess.

“Don’t worry…”

She grinned when she caught his incredulous stare.

“I washed my hands.”

Scott’s face scrunched up. “Uhhh… is that even healthy?”

Nadia glanced at the concoction in the bag.

Then, back at him.

“SUPER healthy!”

She nodded energetically.

She continued mixing until the contents looked like a crime scene.

Holding out her messy hand, she grinned impishly.

“Here, lick it!”

Scott tilted his head in mild disgust. “Eh?”

Nadia edged closer to Scott on the bed, her messy hand still extended, chili and smoothie mix dripping off her fingers. A sly grin danced on her strawberry-colored lips as she leaned in until her face was uncomfortably close to his.

“Come on~”

She teased, her tone half-joking but undeniably impish.

She wiggled her fingers, practically pressing them against his pale lips.

“Can’t you just lick it? I swear it tastes amazing!”

Scott raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to put some distance between them. His expression was deadpan, though the corners of his mouth twitched.

“This…”

He waved vaguely toward her outstretched fingers.

“This feels like it’s straight out of some poorly written porn script.”

Nadia burst into laughter, her giggle so loud it made Scott’s head tilt.

“What? No way! I’m being totally serious!”

She replied between fits of laughter.

“I mean, come on! Emma and Jenna have done it too.”

Scott blinked. “You guys… lick each other’s fingers?”

“Well… yeah…”

Nadia said, though there was an awkward pause before her usual playfulness returned.

“It’s like… our thing. A ritual for close friends!”

Scott gave her a dubious look.

There was such skepticism painted across his face.

But then Nadia’s grin faltered, and her eyes softened. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, and her voice dropped into a faint whisper.

“Unless…”

She looked away, her tone suddenly sad.

“Unless you don’t think of me as a close friend?”

Scott sighed internally as he watched her pull off the perfect puppy-dog look, her big, sorrowful eyes peering up at him as though he’d just told her Santa Claus wasn’t real.

“Oh, come on…”

Scott muttered under his breath, running a hand down his tired face.

Finally, he sighed heavily. “Fine.”

He grabbed her wrist gently, steadying her messy hand in front of his mouth. Nadia blinked, startled for a moment, her cheeks going pink as she realized he was actually going to do it.

Scott leaned in and, with a resigned expression, dipped her fingers into his mouth. His tongue brushed against her fingertips, collecting the absurd chili-smoothie concoction.

Nadia froze.

『H-, He really did it──?! I was joking!』

The warmth of his mouth and the slight pressure of his tongue made her chest tighten in a way she wasn’t expecting. She hesitated, cheeks flushing redder by the second.

『My hand feels so good in his mouth… why? The way his tongue is moving—it’s wrapping around my fingers and pulling against them as if it wants to strip me naked… hnnnn~ This is so wrong, but at the same time, it’s just…』

“Uhh…” she started, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Scott didn’t seem to notice—or care—as he methodically cleaned off her fingers. But just as he was finishing, a loud click broke the silence.

… click────SNAP!!

His eyes shot open, and he spotted Nadia holding her phone up with a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, no, you didn’t!”

Scott exclaimed, pulling back abruptly.

“Oh, I so did!”

Nadia cackled, quickly crawling to the other side of the bed like a cockroach escaping a whacking.

Scott launched himself after her, narrowly missing her ankle as she scrambled away.

“Nadia!”

He shouted, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

“Delete it right now!”

“No way!”

She hollered back, laughing uncontrollably.

“This is blackmail material, Mr. Vigilante!”

He finally managed to pin her wrist down, leaning over her as their faces ended up inches apart. Both froze for a moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at him.

“You… have really nice eyes…”

Nadia murmured, her voice quieter than before.

Scott blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“Eh?”

“HEY! Don’t change the subject!”

“Mhm-mmm~”

Nadia pressed her lips into a thin line as she chuckled.

Then, she gave him a side-eye that was purely playful, but for some reason it felt oddly flirtatious.

Maybe it was just the beauty of her eyes──after all, they were like brown gems.

“Change the subject? I was just saying, you’re welcome for the compliment.”

Scott frowned.

“Uh-huh. Sure. And what are you going to do with that picture? Post on the hub and name it ‘Getting Sucked Off by my BF’s boyfriend’ hm? Is that it?”

“Nothing!”

Nadia said with phoney innocence.

“It’s for… memories.”

Scott groaned, then released her wrist as he flopped back onto the bed.

“Yeah, right.”

Just then, a familiar jingle played from the television.

Both their heads turned toward the screen.

“Oh no…” Nadia groaned as her face soured.

“Yup…”

Scott said dryly, already unimpressed.

“Konrad Kain. My favorite guy.”

Nadia reached over and gave his butt a light squeeze.

“You’re surprisingly caked up, y’know…”

She said absentmindedly.

Scott turned his head slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“… Seriously?”

Nadia looked just as surprised at herself.

“Wait what? I—okay, maybe I’ve been hanging out with Brigid too much.”

“Pssh, yeah, blame her…” Scott said, rolling his eyes.

“Seriously!” Nadia insisted, crossing her arms.

Scott shook his head as he grabbed the paper bag of chili fries and smoothies. He shoved a handful into his mouth and chewed loudly as he stared at the screen.

“I thought you said you weren’t hungry…”

He muttered through a mouthful.

Nadia shrugged, snatching a handful for herself.

“Meh, I changed my mind.”

The two sat side by side, eating in silence as the anchor droned on about the aftermath of Red’s attack.

･･･

The studio camera panned into focus to reveal Konrad Kain seated behind his pristine, mahogany desk.

His tailored suit shimmered under the stage lights, and his signature smirk was already in place.

A stack of bulky scripts lay neatly arranged before him, each perfectly aligned. He adjusted his tie with natural ease, leaned slightly forward, and began his monologue.

“Welcome back to The Konrad Kain Show, where we peel back the glossy layer of hero worship and ask the questions no one else dares to.”

He paused to intensify the drama as usual.

“And tonight’s hot topic? None other than the man, the myth, the so-called hero of the masses—Nightwatch. Dark Knight. Vigilante of the Shadows. Whatever ridiculous moniker they’re slapping on him this week. But let me tell you what he isn’t—”

Konrad leaned closer as his voice dropped to a whisper.

“—a white knight.”

The camera zoomed in slightly as he straightened back up and laced his fingers together on the desk.

“Oh no, no, no. The people call him a hero. But is that really what he is?”

Scott stared at the screen from his position on the bed, already chewing on a mouthful of soggy chili fries. His jaw tightened, and a hiss escaped his lips as he threw another fry into his mouth.

“Ugh, Konrad’s not even trying anymore…”

Beside him, Nadia stifled a laugh, stealing one of his fries.

The show continued.

Konrad was now gesturing broadly.

“Fortunately…”

He announced with an exaggerated grin.

“We’re not just here to speculate. Tonight, I’m joined by not one, but two esteemed guests. First, a name that needs no introduction—Metro City’s celebrated powerhouse, The Peak!”

The camera cut to The Peak.

He gave a stiff nod as his focus was entirely on polishing the oversized medal hanging from his neck.

“And… joining him is none other than Jerry Blumberg, a director from the Hero Agency!”

The camera shifted to Jerry, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a corporate smile that barely reached his eyes. He gave a polite wave that felt more robotic than human.

“Jerry…”

Konrad was already oozing with curiosity.

“The masses have been saying the Hero Agency abandoned them during the incident. Tell me, is there any truth to that?”

Jerry leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

“The truth is, Mr. Kain, the Hero Agency would never abandon the people. It’s absurd to even suggest such a thing. How could we stop heroes from doing their job? It makes no sense. Especially since we have absolutely nothing to gain from it.”

Konrad raised an eyebrow, acting curious as he shuffled the papers in front of him.

“Go on…” he urged.

Jerry nodded as his expression grew more animated.

“We assessed the threat and acted accordingly. We sent a C-tier, an A-tier, and even an SS-tier hero to handle the issue. Isn’t that enough? Beyond that, heroes from the SMPE also joined the fray. They fought valiantly and gave their all, yet they’re being vilified for not achieving a miraculous victory.”

Jerry placed a hand over his heart, trying his very best to look heartbroken.

“Are we, as a society, so quick to abandon them simply because they didn’t deliver the impossible? It’s shameful.”

The camera cut to Konrad, who looked appropriately thoughtful before suddenly pressing a button on his desk. A clip played on the large screen behind him, showing Lady Fortress, Pulsar, and Miss Mercury battling the massive threat.

Jerry pressed on, seemingly unbothered by the visuals.

“We sent our best given the circumstances. And let’s not forget, Metro City is where heroes start their journey. It’s a city of potential, not a permanent roster of legends. Heroes leave to grow, to evolve. Should we fault them for that?”

Scott scoffed at the screen as his fingers tightened around the chili fry in his hand.

“Fault them? How about doing your jobs?”

“Shhh…” Nadia placed a calming hand on his chest.

Somehow, Scott found it easier to handle what he was seeing as Nadia’s slender hand gently rubbed soft, careful circles on his chest.

The debate continued, Konrad now flipping through his papers with exaggerated flair.

“Jerry…”

The host interjected smoothly.

“While I appreciate your perspective, let’s talk specifics. You mentioned a few heroes earlier?”

Jerry hesitated, his composure cracking ever so slightly.

He chuckled awkwardly.

“Ah, yes. Some of the SMPE heroes. Rhinowoman, Gadget Boy, Gambit, and… Mr. Square, was it?”

“Eh?” said Konrad.

The man went through the papers for a brief moment.

“I’m guessing you mean Gadget Girl, Rhinoman, Ruse, and Mr. Sphere, right?”

“Ohoho. I misspoke. Right.”

“Uh-huh, right…”

Konrad drawled, then went on.

“And what about Nightwatch? The street-tier vigilante who, might I remind you, managed to do what your entire agency couldn’t—he supposedly saved the city. Threw the threat into space, no less.”

A clip of the moment played behind Konrad, showing Nightwatch’s decisive victory.

Jerry sighed, sounding almost disappointed.

“Nightwatch?”

He repeated the name like it was a disease.

“Isn’t it obvious? He caused the incident. Think about it… Lady Fortress, one of our strongest, was absorbed, yet Nightwatch walked away unscathed? Suspicious, isn’t it? I would say so.”

Jerry leaned back, shaking his head as though the mere idea disgusted him.

“He staged the whole thing. Probably streamed it, too. Just another street rat desperate for attention. It’s pathetic.”

Scott’s fist clenched.

“I saved those people!”

He growled as his voice turned low and dangerous.

“And this is what I get?”

“Scott…”

Nadia said softly, rubbing his chest even gentler.

“Breathe. You’re scaring me a little…”

Her other hand rubbed soothing circles on his muscular back in order to ground him.

The show continued.

Konrad nodded thoughtfully at Jerry’s words.

“Well… you make a compelling argument. But tell me this—if Nightwatch really is the villain in all this, what does that make the Hero Agency?”

The screen cut to black, signaling a commercial break.

Scott exhaled sharply, leaning back into the couch.

“Konrad Kain…”

He stuffed some soggy chili fries into his mouth.

“What a joke.”

Nadia chuckled softly, then leaned against him.

“At least he’s entertaining, tee-hee…” she teased.

Scott gave her a sidelong glance, shaking his head with a small, reluctant smile.

━ ━ ━ ━

Los Angeles, California…

The massive Trevors estate stretched over acres of lush greenery as its centerpiece a sprawled mansion that seemed to touch the sky.

The moonlight soaked into the oversized windows of Bella Trevors’ room, a luxurious space adorned with elegant furniture, golden accents, and soft, warm lighting.

Steam curled out of the bathroom as Bella stepped into the room in her sexy white bathrobe that hugged her slender yet ridonculously curvaceous frame.

Ahhhh~ ❤️

She vigorously towel-dried her long blonde hair.

She smelled of vanilla and roses.

As expected of such a beautiful and voluptuous woman.

Her phone buzzed on the edge of the king-sized bed.

Bella sighed as her immaculate blue eyes narrowed slightly as she padded over. Picking up the phone, she unlocked it to see a notification from @PeakOfficial on Instaflick.

Her lips curled in mild annoyance.

“What now?”

She murmured and scrolled through the messages he’d bombarded her with.

There were pictures of his abs with captions like:

[Maybe you can join me at the gym sometime? It’ll be fun. 💪🔥 We can take it to my place after.]

Another message:

[Just one date, Bella. Just once, I’m begging you.]

And another, utterly shameless:

[Could you send me a pic of you in tight jeans? Just for me. Pretty please?]

[Are you gonna send it? I’ve been listening to all your musics on Music-Fy and I can’t stop touching myself to the sound of your voice… and it’s driving me crazy 💦 Don’t you feel the least bit responsible for this cock?]

[C’mon, answer me please 🥺…]

A private message her from one of her posts:

[Imagine you allowed me to slap some batter on that fat ass of yours and eat some cake off it. I wonder where I’ll slot some of those big, fat candles tho 😜]

[I wish you’d just choke me with that fat thing 🍑 🥵 🔥]

･･･

Bella’s eyes widened slightly as she scrolled further.

The desperation only worsened, the texts spiraling into a blend of cringe and outright absurdity. She sighed heavily as her elegant fingers paused at the latest message.

[Bella, could you turn on your TV? I’m on the Konrad Kain Show right now. Please, just watch? Knowing you’re watching me would make my day. Please, Bell.]

Bella raised a single brow.

“Hm?”

She wasn’t amused.

Without hesitation, she typed a curt reply:

[NO…]

She tossed the phone back onto her bed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the bedpost.

A moment later, the phone buzzed again.

Rolling her eyes, she picked it up and read:

[Please? I’ve been thinking about you all day. It, uh… weirdly got me hard. Maybe I’ll go soft if you just promise you’ll watch. You can even lie and say you did. I don’t mind.]

Her lips curled into a sharp smirk as she typed back:

[NO. Boil that thing in detergent and train it properly. Is that right, my good doggy?]

[YES, MOMMY. 😍]

Satisfied, she threw the phone onto the bed with a little more force.

“Pathetic pig…”

She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

She turned to her vanity, picking up a jar of her favorite body cream. Just as she began to rub the smooth lotion onto her hands, a knock sounded at the door.

Bella glanced toward it.

“Who is it?”

The door creaked open to reveal an elderly maid dressed impeccably in the Trevors household uniform.

The woman bowed slightly before speaking.

“Miss Bella, they’re… talking about Mr. Nightwatch on the news.”

Bella paused and tilted her head as a sly smile spread across her lips.

“Oh? What news?”

“The Konrad Kain Show, Miss…” the maid replied.

Bella’s seductive, feline smile widened as she rubbed the cream between her fingers.

“Interesting…” she purred. “I’ll be right there.”

The maid bowed again and exited without another word.