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

The world blurred.

One moment, Ezel was about to send The Peak to his death with one bone-shattering punch.

The next, absolute darkness swallowed her whole.

Not even her honed reflexes—fast enough to snatch a bullet out of midair—could react in time.

It was the fastest blink.

And then—light.

A dark alley. Cold brick against her back.

Both her hands pinned to the wall, strong fingers wrapped around her wrists.

And in front of her… him. Scott.

Ezel's lips curled into a slow, seductive smile.

"Mhmm~ ❤️ Finally… a man with some fight in him."

There was a lot of temptation and amusement in the way she spoke and licked her lips—it was like a predator who had finally caught something worth hunting.

She shifted slightly, arching her back just enough for her chest to press against his rock-hard frame. She could feel his heat, the strength in his body as he held her down.

『How delicious…』

It already made her feel some moist and heat — in the sweet spot between her legs.

Jaw clenched, Scott held her firm.

He knew—oh, he knew—that if she truly wanted to break free, she could do it in a heartbeat.

This wasn't about power. It was about control.

Ezel let out a breathy chuckle.

"It's almost mind-blowing that the ancient Dravekian race still somehow exists, even after all these years… do you have any idea how amazed I am?"

Her fingers twitched against his grip.

"All the men on my planet? Weak. Fragile. Absolute losers who can't even last a few minutes in bed to make their female counterparts feel special. And the ones who do?"

She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded.

"They just break. Frightened dogs, used for labor like the disposable things they are."

She leaned in as her milky-sweet voice dropped into something softer, more intimate.

"But you, Scott McQueen…"

Her smile widened.

"You're different. You've proven yourself to possess the stamina I and my sisters are in search of. I can already feel the sexual hunger between us and how much we want to do it with each other. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. I can feel it in you. The power. The greatness. It's in your bones… and I want that bone in me~ ❤️"

She bit her lip, still relishing in the sensation of being pinned down. Her and her sisters—this was what they searched for. A man who could dominate them. A man who could take and take until there was nothing left to give.

If she had to relinquish a sliver of control for that?

Then so be it.

Scott exhaled sharply.

With a flutter of shadows, his mask dissolved to reveal his handsome, but tired face—his frustration written in the sharp lines of his expression.

"Look…"

He paused to exhale heavily ── almost like a parent trying so hard not to shout at their child.

"I don't know if I've said it… or how many times I'm going to have to fucking say it. But I'm not a Dravekian. And I didn't send the damn beacon."

His grip tightened.

"When are you gonna get that? Whoever sent it didn't do it on purpose, or they'd have come for you by now. No one wants you here, woman…"

His voice was measured, steady—even as he spoke to a woman who had already painted the streets with the blood of those who tried to stop her.

But none of that mattered to Ezel.

Not the beacon. Not the bloodshed. Not the lives lost.

All that mattered was the absolute gift of sexual pleasure that drove her crazy every night and day—and the man standing before her was the one she had chosen to provide it.

She sighed dramatically, tilting her head.

"Come on~"

She purred temptingly.

"Don't you want to forget about all that nonsense?"

Her voice was honey, her smile impish.

"Just let go… feel good for once."

She licked her lips, then whispered.

"I want our powerful halfbreed babies growing inside me as soon as possible."

She let out a breathy laugh.

"It's been ages since I've felt the burning heat of a man's semen inside me. I want to experience that passionate pounding that makes me feel like my world is shaking… I want to cough out hot air as sweat drips from the most shameless parts of my aching body… I want to be choked like an animal trained solely for the purpose of sex…"

For the first time, Scott's expression cracked.

Disgust flickered across his face.

He let go of her wrists as he stepped back.

"Yeah, no…"

He muttered, shaking his head.

"I'm really not in the mood to listen to all that freaky talk."

His fists clenched at his sides.

"Trust me. I've heard a lot of absurd shit in my time."

But Ezel? She didn't take it as rejection.

To her, this was nothing.

Maybe because she found it hard to notice the emotions of lesser creatures.

Or maybe because she simply didn't care.

She giggled as her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Oh, please… you didn't seem to mind the freaky stuff before. After all…"

She smirked, stepping forward.

"You came back for more."

Scott's gaze snapped to hers.

His entire body tensed, the muscles in his arms flexing as he exhaled sharply.

And then—he turned, his voice hard and serious.

"I came back to stop you from killing Judy and harming anyone else."

Ezel rolled her eyes. "Oh, please—"

Scott's frustration erupted.

His arm slashed through the air, like he was trying to hit something invisible. His shadow flared at his feet, pulsing with barely-contained rage.

He stepped forward, eyes burning.

"If I hadn't fucking stopped you, you would've killed every single person there."

His voice was low, dark.

"Whether they deserved it or not."

Ezel tilted her head, unbothered.

Scott's voice rose.

"And judging from the kind of person you are—"

He took another step forward as his presence pressed boldly against hers.

"I'm sure as hell they didn't deserve anything… any of the absurd shit… you did to them."

His breath came faster now.

"You're the intruder here. The friggin' outsider. The fucking invader. An unwanted guest!"

Each word cracked through the alley like thunder.

And then, with gritted teeth, he growled.

"Why don't you just go back to where you fucking came from and let the people of this damn city live their lives like normal—?! I'M TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"

He stopped, fists trembling.

Ezel… smiled.

Her blue eyes flickered with something strange—and it wasn't quite human.

『To think… getting ruthlessly shouted at by a my mate would be so arousing. I can't stop rubbing my thighs together… this tingling sensation down there, it—ahmnn~ feels so good, I think I'm gonna—HNNN ❤️!!』

She somehow managed to hold it back.

But her pants were already soaked — although not enough that a frustrated Scott would notice it.

He was still fuming as his fists trembled at his sides.

His breath came hard and fast as he stared Ezel down while his mind raced with frustration.

Then, without warning, a delicate hand pressed against his chest.

Soft. Warm.

Scott stiffened.

Ezel's beautiful blue eyes gleamed up at him as her touch became more… gentle.

"I like this about you…"

She murmured with her voice as smooth as silk.

"The fact that you have a mind of your own. That you can boldly raise your voice at me, even when you know I could decapitate you in seconds."

Her fingers traced slow circles against his chest, savoring the feel of his body.

She sighed, almost like she pitied him.

"But as much as I feel bad for this little… mental breakdown you're having—"

Her lips curled into an amused smile.

"I missed the part where that's my problem."

Scott's jaw clenched.

Ezel leaned in, her breath a whisper against his skin.

"You're my soulmate, Scott McQueen."

Scott blinked.

"And no matter what, even if I have to kill every worthless life form on this planet… I won't relinquish you to the clutches of any woman that isn't me or my sisters. Is that clear? I really hope it is, my dear."

The sheer confidence in her voice made his stomach churn.

It came out so naturally, so effortlessly, that for a moment — just a split second — Scott thought she had to be joking.

But the look in her eyes told him otherwise.

It was almost… possessive.

Like a master talking to their slave.

And Scott sure as hell wasn't anybody's slave.

A slow chuckle rumbled from his throat.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Soulmate?"

He scoffed.

"You don't even know a damn thing about me. So what's with all that stupid talk?"

He started to say more.

"I won't li—"

But he didn't even get to finish.

Because before he could get another word out, Ezel's fingers curled into the fabric of his sleek suit, then gripped his chest and yanked him closer.

Scott's breath hitched.

Her face was inches from his. Her blue eyes burned with something deep—something raw.

"When I was younger… I heard stories. Legends. Tales of the brave and gallant men of Vekxam."

Her grip softened slightly.

"The Dravek men… they were different. Worthy. The only ones strong enough to stand beside a dominant female Pontiach like myself."

She released him slowly as her fingers lingered against his chest for just a moment.

Then, something in her expression changed.

It was subtle, but Scott caught it.

A shadow of sadness flickered in her eyes.

"When I heard that Vekxam had been destroyed by some unknown force…"

Her voice grew quieter.

"I lost all hope that there would be any survivors."

Her fingers curled slightly.

"And yet… I still prayed."

Scott narrowed his eyes.

There was something… off about her tone.

A quiet desperation.

Ezel wasn't the type to show vulnerability—not easily, not openly. But right now, for the briefest moment, she almost seemed… broken.

Like if he rejected her now, it would shatter her.

She gently lowered her hand from his chest and, instead, reached for his hand.

Scott tensed.

Her fingers laced around his, soft but firm.

"When I saw that beacon… how do I describe it… I was filled with so much hope."

She stared up at him, and for the first time…

She looked different.

Not as a war-hardened warrior. Not as a ruthless invader.

Just… a woman.

"All the countless centuries I've lived… they didn't feel like a waste anymore…"

A soft, almost reverent smile tugged at her lips.

"They felt special."

She gently caressed the back of his hand, her blue eyes searching his for something—anything.

But Scott… he'd seen this before.

This wasn't his first time dealing with a woman trying to emotionally seduce him.

And it surely wouldn't be his last.

He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away.

"I'm sorry, but no."

His voice was firm.

"That beacon didn't come from me."

He turned his gaze elsewhere.

"I'm a hundred percent human. Not this 'mighty Dravek' you keep talking about."

Without waiting for a response, he stepped away to really clear his head—get some fresh air.

He needed to think.

What the hell was she even talking about?

『System.』

He spoke in his mind.

『Does any of this make sense to you?』

A mechanical voice responded.

[Affirmative. Searching galactic archives… The planet Vekxam is located in the distant Halo Galaxy, millions of light-years from Earth. It is the homeworld of the Draveks.]

Scott's eyes widened.

『Wait, what?』

[The Draveks worshipped the white sun Ux-Ar, the patron deity of their race. Their civilization was highly advanced and renowned across the universe as peaceful—until civil war broke out. Thousands of years ago, two generals of the great Vekxam Empire — Kal-Drewd and Konteus — ignited war with the Cortians. The conflict escalated until Vekxam was ultimately destroyed.]

Scott stared blankly.

『… Whoa.』

That was… a lot of lore.

He exhaled slowly.

『You're telling me there's actually shit like this happening outside our galaxy?』

[Correct.]

The System continued.

[X and Z-tier heroes are frequently deployed on off-world missions to aid the StarForce in maintaining law and order across countless galaxies.]

Scott let out a low whistle.

『Damn…』

For the first time, he felt REALLY small.

Like everything he'd been dealing with—fighting criminals, stopping street-level villains—it all paled in comparison to the sheer scale of intergalactic warfare.

『That kinda makes what I'm doing here feel…』

He hesitated.

『Less important.』

[Incorrect.]

Scott blinked.

[Every mission, every battle, every choice made by the host — no matter how small — greatly contributes to the greater balance of the multiverse.]

A pause.

[Also, Interdimensional Streaming Mode remains inactive due to insufficient credits.]

Scott raised a brow.

『Wait, there's something like that?』

[Affirmative.]

Scott sighed. Of course there was.

And judging from the way things were going…

He was probably going to need it.

Unfortunately, Scott barely had time to think.

Before he could even take a breath, a gust of wind rushed past him—swift, silent, and precise.

Then, just like that, Ezel was in front of him again.

Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his like a hawk catching a rat in its talons.

Scott felt like he was being watched during a test he hadn't even studied for.

She took a slow step forward.

"I don't want this. I don't want to cause an unnecessary scene with you…"

Her voice was smooth, level.

"Not now."

Scott narrowed his eyes.

"What do you—"

She silenced him with a single touch.

Her delicate fingers slid against his chest again, pressing softly, tracing along the fabric of his sleek suit.

"We should be focusing on what's more important."

Her smile was warm—too warm.

"Like mating."

Scott's brain short-circuited.

"… What?"

This wasn't the first, second or third time she was saying this — but each time still managed to shock him. The idea of a woman leaving her planet, her galaxy and coming here to find a suitable mate… was it ever that serious?

Ezel tilted her head slightly, as if she found his reaction amusing.

"Giving birth to offspring."

Scott felt his pulse spike.

"Mating and reproduction should take precedence."

She continued casually──almost as if she were just discussing war strategy.

"And maybe then—once our child is conceived—we can argue about what to name them."

She leaned in closer as her breath heated against his dry and itchy throat.

"A child destined to be the strongest warrior in the Milky Way Galaxy… and beyond. Fascinating."

Scott stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

She was being serious. Dead serious.

He struggled to form words, but before he could even try, Ezel took his hands again—this time with both of hers.

Her fingers laced around his, firm yet pleading.

"Please."

Scott stiffened.

Her voice—just for a moment—was almost… vulnerable.

"I want to go about this the right way."

Her eyes searched his, seeking something deeper.

"Before I'm forced to take necessary and truly painful and despicable measures to ensure that you submit the use of your reproductive organs to my cause."

Her grip tightened. A lot.

Scott felt the bones in his fingers creak under the pressure of her steel-crushing grasp──but for no reason did he show weakness by squeezing his face in discomfort.

Ezel's soft, inviting smile remained.

But her expression darkened ever so slightly.

"I want our union to mean something… rather than having to… force you."

Her words settled in his chest like an anchor.

Then, she did something that sent a jolt of heat down his spine.

She took his arms… and slowly dragged them toward her waiting waist.

Scott's breath hitched.

Her fingers guided his hands lower.

Lower. And then—they landed.

Soft. Warm. Familiar.

Scott stiffened as his palms rested against the plush curves of her ass—curves he remembered grabbing before.

And how good it felt.

Ezel watched his reaction closely as her blue eyes gleamed with something knowing.

Then, she stepped forward.

Pressed against him.

Her body—her warmth—her scent—

Everything overwhelmed his senses.

Her full, perky breasts crushed against his chest, and her sweet, hot breath ghosted over his lips.

Scott swallowed hard.

Ezel's gaze burned into his as her fingers traced very slow and tempting patterns against his suit.

"When we kissed…" she murmured, "I felt it."

Her fingertips pressed against his chest.

"Your passion."

She inhaled deeply, savoring his scent.

"So much stronger than any man I've ever touched. I promise you, Scott McQueen… you won't ever find a woman more suitable for your greatness than me."

Scott clenched his jaw, trying to fight the way his body reacted to her words—to her touch.

Ezel smiled.

"Maybe you don't know it yet, but soon… you will."

Her hands trailed up his chest again.

That damn touch.

It was the kind that made even the strongest men falter.

She leaned in as her lips brushed against his ear.

"You want me just as much as I want you, yesss ❤️…"

Scott inhaled sharply. Then, he exhaled. Firm. Steady.

"I don't want you."

Ezel paused. Then—she smirked.

She leaned in and—nibbled his lower lip.

Scott's body jolted slightly at the sensation.

Her breath was hot against his mouth.

"Are you sure?" she purred.

Her voice was like silk—smooth, enticing, dangerous.

"No one on this planet will ever understand the dormant power inside you."

She trailed her fingers against his collar.

"No one… but me."

She lifted his chin slightly, forcing his gaze to meet hers.

"If you come home with me…"

Her lips curled into a sly smile.

"I'll help you find your true self."

Then—she whispered it.

"Last son of Vekxam… Mael."

Scott's heart stopped.

A sharp, piercing shock shot through his brain like a stake had been driven into his skull.

Mael.

That name—he'd heard it before.

Somewhere. Somehow.

The world blurred for a moment.

For just a second—Ezel's presence pulled him in.

Her warmth. Her scent. Her voice.

It wrapped around him like an invisible chain, dragging him deeper into the abyss of her control.

Then—she kissed him.

Soft. Slow. Almost… reverent.

"It's our destiny…" she murmured against his lips.

Scott's fingers twitched. His mind screamed at him.

And then—he snapped out of it.

"No."

His voice was cold. Definite. Certain. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Ezel barely had time to react before—BEEP.

Scott's thumb pressed the button on his SIST device.

And in an instant—a powerful beacon erupted.

The air rippled.

Massive, violent tears in space-time split open behind Ezel — dark, violet voids of chaotic energy.

The force dragged at her.

"No…"

Ezel's eyes widened in horror.

"No! NO!—"

The pull intensified.

Her body jerked backward, sucked toward the collapsing portal.

Her blue eyes burned with rage—betrayal.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Scott just stared at her. Calm. Steady.

Then—a slow, almost regretful sigh.

"… Sorry."

And in the blink of an eye—Ezel vanished. Gone.

So were all the answers he wanted.