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

Miss Mercury slapped a hand over her face as she groaned sorrowfully.

"I can't believe he actually gave that blonde bitch such a high score. It feels so fucking wrong…"

Gwen, who had been watching Mercury's mini breakdown, gave her a soft side-eye before letting out a chuckle and shrugging.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Mercury snapped her head toward her.

Her eyes were wide with shock.

"Wait… you're actually fine with this?"

She jabbed a finger at Gwen accusingly.

"Are you seriously okay with this whole game show being a blatant ploy to surround Scott with more women? You should be as pissed as I am!"

She had already clenched her fists like she was ready to march out and start a nationwide protest.

Surprisingly, Gwen just sighed.

"Yeah, well… I'm pretty jealous, but it's not like there's any point making a big deal about it."

There was something off about the way she said it.

A small regret flickered in her face—like she didn't want to say those words, but for some reason, she had to.

Mercury noticed immediately. She edged closer, placing a firm hand on Gwen's shoulder.

"Uhm… is everything fine? You sound… different. Like, you usually wouldn't say something like this."

She looked genuinely concerned, but Gwen simply reached up and gently lowered Mercury's hand from her shoulder, trying to maintain the shaky smile on her face.

—

The truth was…

A few minutes earlier, when Mercury and Gwen were fuming together, Dark Elf had pulled Gwen aside. With her usual half-lidded, disinterested eyes, she stared at her in silence.

Gwen raised a brow.

"Uhm… what?"

Dark Elf exhaled through her nose before speaking.

"I get that you like Scott a lot, and yeah, you're in a relationship with him, but… do you really think you have the right to throw a fit over what he does with other women like Emma does?"

To Gwen, the question was absurdly simple.

In fact, so simple that she instinctively turned her gaze to the side in mild confusion.

Surely Dark Elf wasn't this dumb—

If you have a boyfriend and he's surrounded by other women or even shows them the slightest interest, then of course you should immediately call him out and scold him for it.

『That's it… right?』

Just as she was about to answer, Dark Elf shifted the bag of chips in her left hand and placed her right hand firmly on Gwen's shoulder.

"Look. I don't know much about relationships or any of that crap. I was literally born and trashed in a dumpster right after. Came into this world alone. No family, no love, nothing. But one thing I do know? You shouldn't react the way Emma does to all these women. Because you're in the same situation as them."

Gwen's brow lifted higher. "Uhm… what?"

Dark Elf kept chewing her chips lazily.

"Emma agreed to this whole thing, yeah. So she has every right to reject and shout at other women because she holds the initial rights to him. But you? You have to remember that no matter what, you'll always be the outsider in that relationship. The one who came after. And no matter how much you wanna believe Emma won't treat you like that…"

Her crimson eyes flickered in the dim light.

"She's human, like the rest of us."

Gwen's stomach twisted.

She lowered her head as a very heavy frown carved into her face.

"Oh… I see."

Her voice came out softer than intended.

"So… if I don't give other girls the same opportunities I had… that just makes me a hypocrite, huh?"

Dark Elf nodded once and stuffed another handful of chips into her mouth.

"Yup. Sucks, doesn't it? But it's just one of those things you gotta accept in life. Unless… you'd rather be with another man?"

She paused mid-chew.

"That's fine too."

Gwen gave a solemn smile and shook her head.

"No… Scott's the only guy I love."

"Mhm…" Dark Elf grunted, returning to her snack.

Gwen's mind snapped back to the present.

Mercury was still in front of her, eyes full of deep worry as she placed an ungloved hand on Gwen's forehead.

"Uhm, you okay?"

Mercury asked, her tone unusually gentle.

Gwen blinked, touched by the genuine concern, but quickly waved it off.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

Mercury nodded hesitantly before standing upright, hands on her wide, curvy hips as she chuckled.

"Phew… honestly, it's a damn miracle that you and Dark Elf healed so fast 'cause of that blue alien lady. Thought maybe the injuries were acting up again or something. Ehehe, sorry for overthinking."

Before Gwen could respond, Mercury put a hand on her chin in thought.

"Oh, wait… speaking of Dark Elf, where is she?"

Turning back, they both spotted Dark Elf already walking out of Room A and heading toward the dark tunnel that led to the massive stage outside.

Mercury's face turned pale.

She slapped both hands over her face and screamed—

"HOLY CRAP, I FORGOT! DARK ELF IS UP NEXT!"

She whirled on Gwen.

"Come on! We gotta stop her! You know how hot she is, right? We can't let her step out next, damn it!"

But instead of the usual enthusiastic response, Gwen just looked away.

She rubbed her shoulders uncomfortably.

"Uhm… no. I'll pass."

Mercury froze, stunned.

"Wait… what?"

She stared at Gwen in silence, not knowing what to say.

Meanwhile, Dark Elf was already halfway through the tunnel, still munching on chips with zero interest in her surroundings. The moment she stepped onto the massive stage, the stadium exploded into wild cheers. Billions of aliens screamed like rabid animals at the sight of her.

They went absolutely insane over her beauty—the deep chocolate tone of her flawless skin, the way her cropped black hoodie showed off her flat stomach and navel, the way her comfy beige cargo pants clung loosely around her massive hips. Every part of her had them salivating, like they were staring at a five-star gourmet meal.

With her mouth full, Dark Elf lazily muttered—

"Wow… these aliens are weird."

She popped more chips into her mouth, unfazed.

From the VIP section, Luminyss saw this and let out a deafening scream.

"YEEEEEE!!!"

She began bouncing around like an animated cartoon.

"DARK ELF IS SO COOL!"

In her excitement, she poofed into a ninja, then a samurai, then a commando.

"Woo-hoo! Maybe if I travel to another dimension, I can be like that too! Hehehe!"

Dark Elf remained completely unimpressed.

She just kept eating her chips.

『I think this should be more awkward, right…?』

Dark Elf stared up at Scott, who was still seated on the throne-like chair as her dull red eyes locked onto him with that trademark touch of boredom and mild amusement.

Then, in that flat, emotionless tone of hers, she muttered—

"So… you want to see my panties? Tch, weirdo."

Scott's face immediately twisted into a grimace, as if she'd just insulted his entire existence. He opened his mouth to protest but found himself stuck.

Because for the most part… she wasn't wrong.

"Ahem!"

Scott coughed loudly, then straightened his posture like a dignified ruler.

"Uhm, it's definitely not what you think! I don't have a choice here!"

He even closed his eyes, as if shutting out her dull, judging stare would somehow erase the embarrassing reality of the situation. But it didn't help. He could still feel those lifeless golden orbs burning into his soul.

Frustration finally boiled over.

He slammed his fist against the armrest and roared—

"CAN YOU JUST FRIGGIN' DO IT ALREADY?!"

There were many people who knew how to bring out the worst in him, and Dark Elf was definitely one of them. Her sheer bluntness, her complete disregard for human emotions—it was like she had a talent for setting him off.

Dark Elf let out a small sigh, casually brushing some chip crumbs off her mouth.

"Well, not like I'm a fan of wearing panties anyway. They always crawl up my ass."

As she spoke, she lazily undid the already loose belt around her waist. Inch by inch, the fabric began to slide down, revealing her firm, toned abs, that sexy V-line framing her lower stomach like an invitation to sin.

Scott suddenly felt his throat go dry. He swallowed hard.

It was almost as if he was praying for her pants to drop faster so he could see those titanic hips—

—and then she stopped.

"Huh…"

Dark Elf muttered, tugging lightly at the waistband.

"Looks like the zipper's caught on the fabric or something."

Scott nearly lost his mind.

Before he could even react, Luminyss—who had been watching from the side with a knowing smirk—clasped her hands together and beamed.

"Wouldn't you like to help her?"

"YES!"

Scott instinctively shouted before slapping a hand over his own mouth in horror.

Luminyss giggled like an angel of mischief.

"No take-backs, sorry~ You have to help her. Right now."

She snapped her fingers.

In an instant, Scott vanished from his throne and reappeared crouched right in front of Dark Elf—his face now level with the stubborn zipper.

"… Huh?"

Dark Elf blinked, staring down at him in mild confusion.

She tilted her head.

"Imagine if I had a massive penis and just sprayed my liquid gold all over you."

Normally, a joke like that would come with a perverted grin, maybe even a shameless smirk. But Dark Elf? She just stared at him with that same deadpan expression, like she wasn't joking at all. Like if she had one, she'd actually do it.

Scott let out a nervous laugh.

"Ahaha… unfortunately, you don't have one, so no need to bring up something so weird, ahah…"

He laughed again. And again. Too much. It was a desperate attempt to make the moment less awkward, but Dark Elf wasn't making it easy with the way she kept staring at him—like he was a job applicant and she was the world's most unenthusiastic interviewer.

Then, in that same monotone voice, she said—

"Well… I don't have a penis, but I do have a pee hole. So if you really wanna get peed on, I can just ask Gwen—"

"STOP!!"

Scott clapped his hands onto her thighs, nearly shaking from the sheer stress.

"Can you not put me in more trouble?!"

Dark Elf simply blinked. "… Uhm. Sorry?"

Scott exhaled heavily and let his head fall against her crotch, staring at the ground like a man facing a midlife crisis.

Meanwhile, Dark Elf, still utterly unbothered, said—

"Can you pull my pants down already? I wanna get back to the room and try out this new chip flavor."

Scott's eye twitched.

He was here, suffering a mental breakdown, and all she cared about was chips?

Grinding his teeth, he reluctantly lifted his head and focused on the cursed zipper. With one strong yank—

RIP!

The cargo pants split in two, completely revealing Dark Elf's incomprehensibly sexy lower body.

Scott froze.

He was expecting panties. Something.

But she… she was wearing nothing.

The revelation hit him like a truck. His eyes widened as he stared at her perfectly smooth, hairless crotch—like a velvety bar of chocolate waiting to be tasted.

Dark Elf gasped slightly as her thick thighs twitched.

"Huh. There's… a bit too much air down there."

Scott was still staring. Inches away from forbidden fruit.

He couldn't help it.

And then, for the first time, Dark Elf reacted.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink.

She looked away and muttered—

"Can you… step back a bit? Your breath is hot, and it's blowing against my… my special place…"

Scott's heart skipped a beat.

This was new. The always-bored, always-unfazed Dark Elf—embarrassed?

She fidgeted slightly, keeping her gaze to the side.

"Isn't that enough? Just grade me already… so I can… go eat my chips."

It wasn't some dramatic display of flustered screaming or desperate covering-up. But for someone like her, even a hint of embarrassment was like watching a miracle.

Scott almost forgot to breathe.

Then, from the sidelines, Luminyss's voice rang out.

"Can you finally give a rating──?!"

She snapped her fingers again.

In an instant, Scott poofed back onto his throne.

『Her cat is… marvelous… but can I really rate it? Even with all these women watching? Damn.』

He took a deep breath, then exhaled calmly.

"… 180 Affection Points."

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire crowd of aliens exploded into madness.

"HE GAVE HER 180?! WHAT DID HE SEE?!"

"WAS IT PANTIES OR SOMETHING ELSE?!"

"I WANNA SEE TOO!!"

The place turned into a wild jungle of screaming voices as aliens practically foamed at the mouth for answers.

Scott simply leaned back into his throne, rubbing his temples as he sighed.

Why was his life like this?