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

Metro City, Early Morning

The sun had barely risen over Metro City, yet the streets were already alive.

Students in crisp uniforms rushed to school, workers hurried to their jobs, and for the first time in weeks, the air felt… very peaceful.

No fear of sudden ambushes.

No paranoia about some lunatic woman waiting to turn a man's crotch into fireworks.

Just normal city life.

Up on a rooftop, high above the bustling streets, two figures sat side by side.

Presently in his Shadow Factor Suit, Scott was munching down on an absurdly thick, greasy burger like he hadn't seen food in days. He didn't care about manners right now—each bite was an explosion of flavor, and he ate like a man starved.

His chewing was loud, unfiltered, almost animalistic.

"Phew…"

Scott exhaled, then licked the extra grease from his lips with satisfaction.

"I swear, I've barely eaten anything these past few days. Barely drank, either."

He took another massive bite.

"This whole sexy, alien serial killer thing didn't give me a chance to sleep, man… so last night was one of the few times I actually got to rest."

He didn't mind speaking through a full mouth.

Sitting beside him with his own burger was Jake.

The chubby, young man simply smiled. Wide. Too wide.

It was a strange, pleased expression—like he was just told something very important and didn't know what to do with the information.

Scott noticed. Mid-bite, he glanced at Jake, squinting.

"Uh… what's up? Why're you looking at me like that?"

Jake blinked, snapping out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh, uh…"

He chuckled softly, rubbing his chest like he was clearing some lingering emotion.

"Nothing. It's just…"

He paused, grinning again.

"I'm really happy, man. Happy that we're still friends. That we're talking again. And also…"

He took a massive bite of his own burger, chewed quickly, then grinned wider.

"I'm just relieved, y'know? I thought maybe you weren't talking to me because… I dunno, you didn't want to. But turns out, you were just busy."

Scott gave him a sideways glance but didn't say anything.

It was such a weird conversation for him.

『Sitting together, sharing a meal, and watching the sunrise while our shoulders lightly touch… then comes that awkward conversation about how we haven't talked in a while, how we miss each other, and all that sentimental stuff. I don't know, it just feels kinda gay…』

For a second, he didn't feel like eating anymore.

Jake turned forward, looking at the city skyline.

The high-rises stabbed through the clouds like masterfully constructed spears… towering and majestic. He took another bite and spoke through his chewing.

"And bro… you don't even understand how glad I am to know that my best friend—my brother—isn't just some random guy that got famous and forgot about all his friends and the people who care for him."

He suddenly twisted his body toward Scott, eyes wide, face full of barely contained excitement.

His voice erupted like a firecracker.

"DUDE, YOU'RE' NIGHTWATCH FROM WETUBE! THAT'S SO FUCKING AWESOME!"

Scott jerked back in shock, nearly choking on his burger.

"IT IS LITERALLY THE SICKEST THING I'LL EVER HEAR FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!"

Jake shouted, hands gripping his own head like he was trying to process reality itself.

Scott quickly looked around to scan the rooftop's edges, then exhaled and stared down at his burger.

Calmly, he muttered—

"Man, I'm really glad I decided to tell you this up here… at least no one can hear us."

Jake blinked, then his face contorted in realization.

He leaned back in exaggerated horror.

"WAIT, HUH?!"

His hand shot to his chest.

"Dude, no, no, no… are you trying to say you brought me up here to kill me?! Just because you decided to tell me your damn secret?! That's crazy!"

Scott's face twisted in absolute disbelief.

"What──? No!"

He looked around again, then back at Jake, who seemed genuinely concerned.

"I'm saying that if you reacted like that anywhere else, people would know my secret, you dumbass! Of course, I'm not gonna kill my best friend over something like that!"

Jake exhaled dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

"Cool, cool… I was just joking too."

Scott sighed, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever."

For a moment, the two just sat in silence, focused entirely on their food. They buried their faces in their burgers, chewing with pure enjoyment. Every few bites, one of them would hum in satisfaction — "Mmm~" or "Mhmm~" — the sound of two guys absolutely loving their meal.

Then, after a few minutes, Jake glanced at Scott again as a thought gently sprung into his head.

"So… I was thinking…"

He started swinging his legs as he stared up.

"Not that you have to, but like… maybe…"

"Get to the point, bro…" Scott plainly said.

"What if I became your guy in the chair whenever you're doing your Nightwatch shit?"

Scott paused mid-chew, then slowly glanced at him with mild confusion.

"The hell do you mean?"

Jake gestured vaguely with his burger.

"Y'know. Like in those spy movies. There's always that one handsome dude with deep computer knowledge sitting in a chair, hacking into stuff and telling the hero what to do. I wanna be that guy for you."

He chewed, then waved a hand.

"Or like, whatever you go by. Nightwatch, Black Knight, Shadow Man—whatever."

Scott didn't respond immediately.

He just smiled a little, looking ahead at the city.

Then, a chuckle.

Jake frowned. "What? Why're you laughing?"

Scott kept smiling but didn't answer. There was no need to tell Jake that there was already a voice in his head guiding him, analyzing his every move, protecting him when it could.

A silent, ever-present companion.

『The System has done a lot for me…』

Scott thought, taking another bite.

『I should probably appreciate it more… a lot more…』

Jake suddenly whined, leaning over like an impatient kid.

"Come on, maaaaaan, tell meee!"

He started shaking Scott's shoulder like a child demanding candy and toys.

Scott just kept laughing as he ate his burger.

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Falan City – Scottie's Room

Scottie let out a deep breath, her hands resting on her hips as she scanned the massive bedroom one last time. Two stylish suitcases sat by the door, packed and ready. It should've felt like progress, like she was finally moving forward, but instead… there was just a hollow feeling gnawing at her chest.

Her room was still beautiful — expensive furniture, grand chandelier, velvet curtains — but it felt empty in a way that had nothing to do with missing furniture.

"Oh, this sucks…" she muttered, exhaling heavily.

She could still remember what her former room used to look like when she was younger. Back then, Scott would help her add girly aesthetics — pink wallpaper, sparkles, stickers of unicorns and rainbows.

She absolutely loved it. She missed it.

Scottie turned toward the mirror and her eyes narrowed as she studied her reflection.

Short black hair, falling messily over one of her striking blue eyes that could charm anyone.

A sharp yet youthful face—more European than American.

The tight black bodysuit hugged her figure under the thick, black trench coat she wore, its folded sleeves keeping her from looking like a child drowning in oversized fabric.

Fingerless gloves, thick black high-boots — anything to add a bit of height to her small 5'2" frame.

And yet, despite all that effort… she still felt like she was a few pebbles away from completely losing it.

She swallowed, then ran her fingers through her hair with rising panic.

"Hrmm… I wonder if my big brother will even friggin' remember me…"

Her voice grew more anxious.

"Or even want to talk to me…? Ohhn, I'm so nervous…!"

Her face was burning red by now, and at this point, she was just trying desperately not to look like a human bomb stuffed with nothing but panic and desperation. A few minutes passed, and she was still combing her hair with her fingers — yet it looked no better than before.

"KYYYYAAAAAA!!"

Scottie let out a frustrated scream, then flopped backward onto her bed.

She stared at the ceiling with a sour face, panting slightly before groaning—

"Oh, fuck this…"

She hated that she had to be the one dealing with this.

The one making the first move.

The one carrying this whole emotional baggage on her back like some tragic protagonist in a drama.

Her arms crossed, her lips pursed with annoyance.

And then, her gaze flickered back to the mirror.

Her expression hardened. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

"Tch… can't believe how much of a dickhead Dad can be. He doesn't want us to have anything to do with Mom or Scott… but he's got all the damn time in the world to invite naked Instaflick models the same age as his son to our penthouse and sleep with at least six every night."

Her grip on her arms tightened.

A faint crack echoed.

Scottie blinked.

The mirror in front of her had cracked slightly — just a thin fracture running across the glass.

Another second, and she might've exploded it to bits and pieces with her mind.

"Tch…"

She turned her head to the side, exhaling sharply.

And that's when she saw it.

There was a naked European woman standing awkwardly by the doorway.

She clutched a sex-stained bedsheet around her body.

Scottie arched a brow. "… Seriously?"

The model cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably.

"Your father told you not to go anywhere, Scottie. You should listen to him and just stay home like a good girl. He said you do this every week."

Scottie's face immediately scrunched up in disgust.

"Oh yeah…"

She said dryly.

"I should totally obey that dickhead — just like you always obey his perverted ass when he tells you to put on a gag and butt plugs, right?"

The woman's face exploded into deep, fiery red.

"H-, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!"

Scottie didn't even blink. Her expression remained painfully underwhelmed ── her gaze dull as she looked at the woman like she had no expectations for her in the first place.

"… Uh-huh."

A very flat response.

"Because I know my Dad very well."

She rolled her eyes before muttering.

"God, my whole family are just a bunch of horny, degenerate perverts… and that's not excluding me."

The model's expression went completely blank.

"… Eh?"