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

The Rolling Stone Club.

It was an extremely luxurious place hidden beneath the streets of Metro City.

Built within an abandoned, million-dollar bunker from an era of forgotten wars, it had transformed into the most exclusive underground club in the city.

It was a sanctuary, a place where men could gather despite the oppressive bans, where sport, work, and even casual meetups had been outlawed.

But entry came at a steep price.

Thousands of dollars just to step through its grand halls.

Unless, of course, you were a woman. Then, it was free.

The line outside stretched down the dark alley, men shifting restlessly on their feet, clutching expensive wristbands proving their entry fees. Women strutted past with effortless ease as the bouncers barely spared them a glance.

Then came Ezel.

She strolled past the line as if it didn't exist.

Her sharp blue eyes remained indifferent to the murmurs bubbling up around her.

"Hey! Who the hell does she think she is?!"

A voice screeched from the line.

A tall, furious woman glared at Ezel with the kind of intensity you'd expect from someone facing their worst enemy. Her clenched teeth and tightly balled fists made it clear—anyone else would have taken it as a threat.

But Ezel? She didn't even flinch.

In fact, the moment Ezel turned to her to lock eyes, the woman absolutely froze.

Her cheeks burned. Her breath hitched.

Even her long, oiled legs wobbled.

A shudder overtook her entire body as her knees pressed together and her face twisted with the pain and pleasure one would expect from a sexually aroused woman.

"Ahnnnn~ ❤️ It feels… so~soooo good ❤️!"

She threw her head back and grabbed her breasts without a second thought──her next intent was to squeeze her nipples and filter out as much sexual tension as possible.

"Where is this feeling coming from…"

A strangled moan escaped her lips.

Truly, this was her body betraying her.

"Ahhhh… ahhhh────AHHHNNNNN ❤️❤️!"

Her love juice gushed out in an uncontrollable burst.

… SQUIRT────SPLASH!!

She could feel all her juices spraying out from between her legs like she was a broken faucet. The more she squirted the more it felt like there was a feather… maybe even a tongue dancing around her clit and making her feel so good.

The crowd lurched back, stunned into silence.

Then she collapsed on her own juices.

Unconscious and unbelievably wet.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then—

"HOLY SHIT! What just happened?!"

A man shouted as his voice echoed through the alley.

"I don't know. BUT I LIKE IT!"

"No one told me Rolling Stone Club girls were built with a friggin' water tank down there! Fuck this I'm gonna pay for the VIP room tonight! I need me a babe that can squirt!"

"On God, bro! That's premium pussy water!"

"Tch──you mean are disgusting…"

"Yeah, says the stripper working the 7 a.m. shift…"

From within the crowd, a short, bald man with a grotesque, twisted face shot forward like a rabid animal as his white tongue lolled hungrily from his mouth.

"RAHHH! My favorite juice! Let me at it! LET ME FUCKING AT IT JUST ONCE!"

He let out a shriek and lunged at the puddle like a madman as he shoved his hand down his pants in a way that only made things worse. Anyone watching could tell—he was about to satisfy himself with the taste of some random woman's fluids.

"Ah, fuck, not again!"

A bouncer growled, and in a blur of motion, several guards tackled the perverted creature to the ground, subduing him like an unruly mutt.

The entrance guard sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"Why does this kinda shit always have to happen…? Some girl cums or lactates, and there's always a Freaky Franky crawling out of the shadows to drink it fresh."

A man in line turned, bewildered.

"Wait, for real?! This happens often──?!"

The guard gave a tired nod.

"Every morning and night. You have no idea the kinda degeneracy we deal with."

The man laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck.

"Y-, Yeah, ahaha… I mean, seriously, what kinda freak would wanna drink the fresh, warm, probably sweet—"

His eyes flicked to the glistening puddle, and his lips smacked involuntarily.

A sharp look from the bouncer.

Two more guards moved in.

"Wait—NO! I didn't mean it like that! I SWEAR—!"

The man screamed as they dragged him off.

He kicked and pleaded like a slave sentenced to death.

"I PAID TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR THIS SHIT!"

The line went silent once more.

Ezel barely spared the scene a glance.

"Tch. To think a Terran woman lacks the resistance to even look at me properly…"

She murmured with the annoyance of a petulant child.

"They don't even possess the necessary physiology to bear a Pontiach halfbreed. Useless."

She stepped forward.

But just before she reached the entrance, a Goliath's shadow loomed over her.

The head bouncer stepped in her path@@novelbin@@

He was a massive brute of a man.

Towering, broad-shouldered, built like a walking slab of concrete, he crossed his arms and looked down at the comparatively small, athletic woman before him.

"Listen, sweetheart…"

He sounded like he chewed gravel for fun.

"I don't care how fine you think you are. This is a club, not a damn palace. You act entitled, and I'll throw your ass right back to the end of the line."

He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip firm, almost condescending.

"Besides, it's not like you're wearing anything sexy that could make me reconsider. So what you're gonna do, missy, will you be a good girl and—"

His voice died in his throat.

A sharp, gut-wrenching sensation crawled up his spine.

His throat dried, his muscles locked, and a primal, ancient fear overtook him.

Ezel's blue eyes had darkened.

She stared at him with a gaze that felt almost inhuman.

It was the kind only a predator gives when looking at something beneath it.

The bouncer's grip slackened.

His breath grew ragged.

He couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't even speak.

Ezel's lips barely moved as she whispered──low, calm, utterly damning:

"Take your hand off me."

The brute swallowed. Hard.

Then, as if his body was no longer his own, his fingers trembled and released her shoulder. His entire muscular body shuddered as he stepped back, drenched in sweat, lungs desperately trying to suck in air he didn't know he had lost.

The crowd watched in fearful silence.

Ezel tilted her head slightly, unimpressed.

Then, without another word, she strode past him and entered the Rolling Stone Club.

The bouncer remained frozen for a long time.

Then he exhaled as he clutched his chest.

"F-, Fuck… what… the hell was that…?"

The people in line just stood, still too stunned to speak.

━ ━ ━ ━

Ezel stepped into the main room of the club.

The room was the center for decadence and depravity.

Waiters weaved between the throngs, balancing trays of shimmering wine glasses and artfully plated hors d'oeuvres as their movements were nothing but sharp and practiced amidst the debauchery.

If you looked beyond the veneer of luxury, the room reeked of desperation and raw, unfiltered lust.

Bodies roughly spread across the numerous velvet sofas.

All that could be seen was men and women pressing bodies together like wild animals mating shamelessly.

Some kissed with hunger that made them look mad and others pressed so close their love looked far more violent than it was passionate.

Ezel took a long, deliberate inhale.

The scent was sharp, laden with sweat, hormones, and the powerful hum of sexual energy.

She exhaled, and her lips moved without sound.

"The smell of sexual energy here…"

Her expression remained stoic, but her eyes narrowed as blue irises glowed faintly.

"It is almost as high as the average Pontiach female."

Her mind ticked away at the numbers.

"Given the density of this crowd and the level of sexual energy being produced… to satisfy the average Pontiach female, they would need to bed at least over 200 Terrans."

She sounded very disappointed.

She strode forward as her boots clicked softly against the polished floor.

The music was so loud that all other sounds disappeared, but every step she took seemed to mark an unseen path across the room.

She stood out with the way she indifferently cut through the carefree vibe like a knife.

People couldn't help but notice her, even if they didn't realize it, but no one was brave enough to look her in the eye.

Eyes lingered—some with desire, others with envy—but she did not care. She moved with a confidence born of conquest as each glance to her… was just breeze against iron.

She walked past two women who were wrapped around each other as they danced.

Men and women kissed and humped each other.

Women and women kissed and inserted their fingers down each other's holes while deep, youthful moans escaped their heated breath full of alcohol and cigars.

Even men and men kissed.

She looked at them for a second, but her face didn't give anything away.

Right after, she turned away.

Not far off, strippers moved on raised platforms as they danced with their usual sexual intent.

Ezel's lip twitched──a quick, barely-there sign of her lack of interest.

━ ━ ━ ━

Jake sat at the bar with a slumped posture as his fingers traced lazy circles around the rim of his glass.

The bright orange juice within was a mocking difference to the amber spirits and neon cocktails being poured around him.

His eyes drifted, unfocused, until they landed on a couple deep in the partying crowd.

The captain of the football team.

The cheerleader with the perfect hair.

Jake knew them—shared classes, hallways, the dull hum of a high school existence. They kissed with a casual passion, the kind that seemed so natural it hurt.

He sighed, a low, defeated sound.

"They make it look so easy… it almost makes me feel like I'm mentally challenged or something."

The bartender paused mid-shake as the ice in his metal mixer clinked softly.

He was quite a wiry man with a patchy chin beard and eyes too old for his face.

"Well, all that is understandable."

His voice had the smooth, charming cadence of a late-night radio host.

"Women are a complicated species, but so are men. You just gotta bring out that side of yourself that leaves 'em lost in the mystery. There's nothing women love more than a mysterious, bad boy, yunno…"

Jake's brow creased.

"Really? My best friend, Scott, used to say a genuine guy is what women love. And that's kinda tr—"

"Your best friend Scott?"

The bartender's tone slipped into something sharper.

"The same best friend that abandoned you? Left you to endure loneliness in school and shit? Nah, I don't think you can call that dickhead your friend, much less a brother. He's a friggin' disgrace to the brotherhood. Personally, if I got famous, I'd never leave the people who've been with me."

Jake's mouth opened, closed.

His fingers tightened around his glass.

"Yeah… I mean, I guess."

The bartender leaned in and his elbows rested on the polished wood of the counter.

"Listen, kid. Even that Scott fella who preaches about genuineness is just as mysterious. That's why you're charmed by him."

The words hit like a slap. Jake's eyes widened.

His thoughts collided in a messy heap.

"What the fuck…?"

"Mhm."

The bartender nodded sagely.

"It's alright, my guy. It's totally not homo. Just bromo."

Jake's face turned beet red.

"NO WAY! THAT IS THAT WHY I ALWAYS HAVE GAY DREAMS OF SCOTT THEN──?!"

A few heads turned, but the club was loud, and his outburst was only a note lost in the din.

The bartender grinned… he tried to hide the pride and heavy amusement soaking into his face.

"And that's alright…"

He said, patting Jake's shoulder.

"Embrace it. Hell, maybe Scott's the light at the end of your tunnel, but not now… I'll educate you on that another time, alright, my guy? Now, speaking of lost souls—"

The bartender straightened as his gaze shifted to the edge of the room. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

"I gotta go. Some poor bastard sent his long-distance girlfriend of two months five grand for a first-class flight, only to find out she was a dude."

Jake winced.

"Ooof. You'll need a whole ass squad to fix that guy, huh?"

The bartender chuckled. "Pretty much. Stay safe, kid."

He vanished into the throng, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts.

The silence that filled the gap was louder than any music.

He slumped as the worth of the conversation pressed down on him until he felt he might fold in on himself.

Then, a tap on his shoulder.

He turned, and the world instantly dimmed around the figure before him.

It was an absolutely beautiful woman.

Ezel stood there, backlit by the club's classic violet and crimson lights.

Her silhouette was a perfect cutout against the hazy and eye-aching backdrop.

Her lips curled into a small, enigmatic smile.

"You look lost."

Jake's jaw went slack.

Words died on his tongue, smothered by the oddly predatory energy in her seductive eyes.

And in the quiet space between heartbeats, he thought.

『I'm so screwed…』

First time at the club? Yes.

First time speaking to a woman outside school? Yes.

『Why am I so… nghk──! So hard…?』

He could already feel his pants starting to lose space as the rod between his legs hardened.