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

… Two Days Later

Metro City, Night.

The city that never slept.

It was now a city that barely breathed.

It was evening.

Streets that used to be heavy with life and cheerful voices of its people were now eerily quiet.

The buzz of police drones hovered overhead as it cast blue and red shadows over empty sidewalks. Curfew notices flashed on every public screen, and officers patrolled in pairs, hands tight on their batons and sidearms.

A few days had passed since Ezel──the infamous Penis Hunter has landed on Earth, and in that time, fear had blossomed in every corner of the city.

Schools had seen their attendance drop sharply──boys claiming sudden fevers, parents refusing to let their sons out of their sight.

Workplaces were a patchwork of empty desks, with wives clutching their husbands' sleeves, begging them not to step outside.

The police had become an exhausted force and just shadows of themselves as they tirelessly patrolled the streets, enforcing curfews on nightclubs and banning any gatherings where men might be vulnerable.

No one was safe.

Not the young, not the old, not the hardworking family men who had only wanted to clock in, earn their bread, and return home.

In the massive living room of a not-so-modest mansion.

Four women sat before a flat-screen TV.

The Konrad Kain Show was about to start—and if there was one thing a lot of people in the Northeastern United States believed in, it was the word of Konrad Kain.

When it came to getting to the bottom of the whole [Penis Hunter] situation without worrying about cops or even local mayors trying to cover things up, Konrad Kain was the guy to trust.

People wanted real, trustworthy information—not the kind of wild stories and clickbait they'd get from random WeTubers just chasing views.

The police weren't much help either.

All they ever did was tell everyone to stay calm and hope for the best, which wasn't exactly reassuring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight, we dive into the mystery that's gripped Metro City—The Penis Hunter!"

Konrad Kain's face, all perfect teeth and gelled buzz cut, dominated the screen. His expression toed the line between journalistic concern and sheer entertainment.

Seated cross-legged on the couch, Emma frowned.

"Wait… where's Marcus? Hmm, that idiot…"

Relaxing against a stack of pillows, Brigid chuckled.

"Hiding. He said he won't leave his room until they've caught the serial killer."

The picture of his fearful face was still very vivid in her mind, and perhaps the best part of it all was the way he clutched his crotch with deep fear.

『Psssh──loser…』

She couldn't stop laughing.

Gwen raised an eyebrow.

"You said the serial killer is a woman, right?"

"Yeah."

Brigid nodded.

Somehow, she was still thinking back to the whole Marcus thing and holding her laughs back.

"Lord Nightwatch had me read one of the victims' bodies. I got a clear image of the woman's face and even sketched it out. She's… well, really pretty and built thicker than fresh cow meat from a slaughterhouse."

Emma tapped her chin as her amber eyes drowned in deep thoughts and concerns.

"I've done a citywide sweep five times a day for the last two days. Not a trace. I'm starting to think she's not even in Metro City anymore."

Gwen folded her arms as a light sigh escaped her lips.

"If I had a good whiff of her scent, I could track her. But without that, it's a shot in the dark."

Dark Elf crunched on a handful of chips as her crimson eyes half-lidded with disinterest.

"Oh, like how you sniff Scott's tank top and boxer shorts to get a good idea of his scent? I mean, unless you plan to get the killer's panties to sniff, I doubt you'll find anything."

Gwen's face turned beet red.

Her hands flew to cover her cheeks.

"Uhm… y-, you didn't need to say that…"

She buried her head into her palms and muffled a tiny, embarrassed groan.

Dark Elf merely shrugged, eyes still on the screen.

"Whatever."

She tossed another chip into her mouth.

"Besides, Scott knows what the culprit looks like now. If he needs help, he'll ask and as usual… you guys, members of his great harem will go help him."

Emma's brow furrowed.

"You say he'll ask and WE'LL go help him. Does that mean you won't help if he does?"

A chip crunched, but Dark Elf's eyes didn't shift an inch.

"I'm broke. If I'm gonna offer my services be it cleaning, fighting… or even sexually, I expect payment. Unless, of course, you'd rather I go back to killing for a living… though, honestly, that's getting pretty boring."

Her dull face soured more.

"When you kill one pot-bellied, old-headed politician you feel like you've killed them all… I mean, they always have the same irritating build and goal, touch a gym. Achk──!!"

Emma's lips pressed into a thin line.

"You live under my roof and eat my food."

Her eyes also thinned.

"Isn't that enough?"

Dark Elf finally turned to meet Emma's glare.

Her face was absolutely blank.

"I only eat chips."

"Same thing."

Brigid groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

"Can we focus on the show, please? As much as I can't stand Konrad Kain—he's always got something nasty to say about my precious, blue-eyed prince—he does have decent content sometimes."

Emma didn't budge.

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"Konrad Kain is also why Scott can't just take your sketch to the police. Aside from keeping you safe from public exposure, he's trying to solve this case himself."

She exhaled as a note of exasperation in her breath.

"But I don't get why."

"Why what?" Gwen lifted a brow.

"Why doesn't he want all the help he can get…?"

Brigid frowned.

Dark Elf finally tore her eyes from the TV.

Her chips paused midway to her mouth.

"Maybe he feels like he's not doing enough. Like he's just a celebrity, a product for the masses—a joke. And he's trying to prove he's more than that."

She tossed the chips into her mouth, chewing slowly.

"Every time Scott wins, he feels like he's losing. It hasn't changed once… and the only way to kill that feeling is to keep winning. No matter how small. No matter what."

Silence settled over the room.

Emma, Gwen, and Brigid stared at Dark Elf.

Their eyes were wide like flashlights.

"What?" Dark Elf asked, crumbs at the corners of her lips.

Gwen shook her head as a small, awestruck smile spread across her face.

"It's just… we always forget how wise you can be."

Dark Elf clicked her tongue very dismissively.

"Tch. You should listen to me more often."

On the screen, Konrad Kain leaned forward, his voice dropping into a dramatic hush.

"Our sources say that the Penis Hunter might be closer than you think. Perhaps even in your neighborhood. Lock your doors, keep your sons and husbands inside—and pray that the next victim isn't someone you love."

Brigid rolled her eyes. "Dramatic much?"

Gwen chewed on her lip. "But what if he's right?"

Just as Emma was about to respond, Konrad Kain slammed the table and shouted—

"But if you ask me, I think the Penis Hunter is just that rascal, Nightwatch, finally showing us his true colors! I just know it, that man is an absolute menace! MENACE!!"

"OH, PISS OFF──!!"

Emma shouted back at the TV while flashing two long middle fingers at the man behind the camera.

━ ━ ━ ━

Early Morning.

The sky was a dull gray──the kind of morning where the sun seemed too lazy to rise.

Judy pulled her sedan to a stop at the corner of an empty road as the tires crunched against loose gravel.

The engine died, leaving nothing but the soft hum of the city waking up far in the distance. She stepped out, stretching her legs as her heels tapped lightly against the pavement.

Waiting for her, leaning against a rusted streetlamp, was Commissioner Bennett.

His dark overcoat hung over broad shoulders, and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. His stern face was set in stone… a permanent scowl etched into his features. His graying hair and the lines around his eyes made him look older than his forties, but there was no mistaking the sharpness in his brown eyes.

Judy offered him a smile, one bright enough to cut through the morning fog.

"Morning, Chief."

"Hrmm…"

Bennett's frown deepened.

"With a smile like that, I'd think you were here to collect an inheritance from the fresh corpse we found."

His voice was gravelly.

"At least you didn't say 'good morning,' or some of my boys might've lost their cool."

Her smile wavered.

The reality of the situation finally hit her like a biting gust of cold wind.

People were dying.

Real people, not just headlines and bylines.

She cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Uh, sorry about that, sir."

He sighed, pushing off the lamp post.

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They walked side by side as their boots and heels echoed off the cracked asphalt. The street stretched out ahead, empty and silent, framed by abandoned buildings with shattered windows.

A gust of wind rustled the trash littered along the gutter.

Then, without warning, jet-black shadows twisted at the edge of the road. Darkness rolled in like a mist, pooling together and rising into the shape of a man. Shadow appeared in an instant, as his form solidified with a casual ease.

He matched their pace, hands resting at his sides.

Bennett's reaction was immediate.

His hand flew to his sidearm.

But before anything could happen, Judy shot out a hand and pressed it firmly against his shoulder.

"It's okay, Chief…" she said. "He's with me."

Shadow lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave.

"Uh, yeah. Hi."

Bennett exhaled sharply as his grip loosened.

"Maybe next time, you come with her instead of popping out like a damn ghost. You might not be so lucky."

Shadow rolled his eyes beneath his mask.

"Lucky… sure…"

The commissioner's lips thinned, but he let it go.

His voice shifted to become even MORE serious.

"The H.A's been very nosy since the super-endorphin rumor started. That why you're here?"

Shadow shrugged. "Sure, whatever."

Judy jabbed an elbow into his side.

He let out a quiet 'oof' and glanced at her, catching the sharp look she shot his way.

"Yes…"

He corrected, hilariously sounding more like a scolded child than a hero.

"The Hero Agency sent me."

Bennett's shoulders relaxed, but only slightly.

"Good to know they haven't abandoned us. You know, my buddy Commissioner Lisbon over in Meteor City is always bragging about the help she gets from Deathmark and Rope Girl. Those two hold that whole city together—God knows Meteor City doesn't attract much help. But between them and Lisbon's cops, they do more with less."

He stared at the cracked ground.

"Makes me jealous, to be honest."

He lived in a city that was supposed to be the City of Heroes, but lately, it felt more like a knock-off Hollywood.

Instead of real heroes, the place was packed with celebrities and influencers, more focused on fame than saving lives.

The commissioner used to believe in heroes—genuine ones who'd risk everything, bleed, and suffer just to make sure ordinary people could smile.

But that hope had long burned out.

Some folks called him crazy for expecting anyone to sacrifice themselves for others, but he didn't see it that way. If a regular guy like him could step up when needed, then surely the so-called heroes with superpowers could do the same.

"Yeah…"

Shadow muttered with a weak voice.

"Those guys are the real heroes."

Judy's brow furrowed.

"You missed someone, Chief. Nightwatch. Sure, he's been quiet lately, but when he was around, he did so much for Meteor City. More than anyone could ask for."

Bennett's expression hardened.

"Was. A real hero doesn't run just because some Agency full of fake bastards called heroes pushes back. Nightwatch was loved. Respected. Half-man, half-god. Even cops who'd never met him looked up to him. Now? He's just a coward. Doesn't deserve a damn thing."

He gritted his teeth.

"I'd trade that bastard for a mustard seed…"

Silence swallowed them.

Judy's eyes found the cracked pavement, her voice trapped somewhere between her lungs and throat.

She could feel the pain and frustration in Bennett's words.

『I can't argue against that…』

Shadow's head hung low.

"Yeah…"

They walked on.

The world around them was muted.

The city that used to be so loud, felt like it was holding its breath until death.

And in that quiet, the three of them moved forward.

Two walked in the light, and one, a shadow in… every sense of the word.

━ ━ ━ ━

Cislunar Space, On a Rotating Asteroid

Ezel sat cross-legged on the rugged surface of the asteroid as her messy, black hair billowed gently in the vacuum of space as the massive rock rotated, offering her sporadic views of the blue-and-green planet below.

The asteroid's slow spin revealed the glimmer of stars, but her eyes remained locked on Earth.

With her super vision, she saw through layers of atmosphere and concrete, peering straight into the sprawling maze of Metro City.

Buildings, streets, and shadows all whispered of stillness.

The city was quiet, too quiet.

"As much as I detest this backwater planet…"

Ezel's voice slipped into the void.

"And that useless, pitiful excuse of a civilization they call Metro City… tch──!"

She sighed and her breath remained soundless.

"I have no choice. The Dravekian beacon originated here, and if I'm to find the man behind it—or at the very least, their X-cube—I must remain."

Her head fell back, and for a moment, she stared into the abyss of the cosmos.

"Perhaps I should just give up…"

The asteroid rolled, and the Earth filled her view again.

"Scott, come on…"

Her head snapped forward as pupils constricted. Her vision tunneled through clouds, rooftops, windows—down, down, until it settled on a lone figure trudging along an empty street.

It was a short, chubby young man.

A backpack hung on his shoulders as his fingers clutched the straps as if they were his last tether to reality. He moved with the hesitant gait of prey straying too far from the herd.

His lips moved, and Ezel read them as easily as if he stood before her.

"I'm not sure I should be at a place like this… but if what that guy said was right, maybe I can get cooler by attending a secret club party or whatever…"

He sighed, a sound lost to the wind but not to her.

"Desperate enough to get Scott's attention again… doing this might not do much, but oh well."

He shuffled forward as his dirt-caked sneakers scuffed the cracked pavement.

Ezel's lips curved into a thoughtful line.

"Perhaps the Dravek I seek isn't built like the legendary warrior I thought they'd be…"

She growled at the sight of this weak man.

Perhaps the weakest man she'd seen──to her, she looked like everything wrong with this planet.

Her sense for domination gnawed at her.

"In a world as numbed by comfort as this, even a Dravek could have become… something else."

Her eyes sharpened, and the asteroid beneath her rumbled as if in response to her intent.

The stars behind her dimmed.

"Something softer. Weaker. Or…"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Something hiding beneath a mask of mediocrity."

Her teeth sharpened like a wolf baring its fangs.

"Let's see if you're the mouse… or the serpent in disguise."