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

Dark Alley – Midnight

The flickering neon light above barely illuminated the damp, graffiti-covered alley. The occasional honk from a distant car and the faint tremble of the city were the only sounds breaking the silence.

Scott stood in the center of it all, his hands in his pockets as he stared at the device before him.

A sleek, high-tech suitcase had already transformed into its true form—a miniature factory, humming softly as holographic blueprints flickered in the air.

The Arcforge Omni-Fabricator.

A dozen different suit designs hovered in front of him, each one a marvel of cutting-edge engineering. The Anti-Disaster Suit developed as a hybrid of the Black Disaster Suit and the blue technophage nanites stood out among them.

But Scott sighed, rubbing his chin.

"Tch… yeah, no. That's complete overkill."

He wasn't about to go full Nightwatch mode for a casual patrol. Hell no.

Besides, if Vixen even got a hint that he was Nightwatch, it would be game over.

Sure, his stream was gonna be live, and a lot of viewers would probably start speculating, but as long as he didn't confirm anything, it was just that—speculation.

And it wasn't like he was the only hero streaming these days. Heroics had basically become a full-time content creation industry. Everyone was doing it.

Scott exhaled sharply and muttered.

"…Honestly? I really don't even feel up for this whole patrol anymore."

His fingers tapped against the side of the Arcforge Omni-Fabricator.

After what just happened back at the gala, his mood was completely shot.

The System's voice chimed in suddenly.

[Does the user wish to cancel the scheduled stream?]

Scott clicked his tongue.

"Nah."

He crossed his arms and looked up at the sky for a second.

"If I stand Vixen up now, it's just gonna cause more problems… and I'm not exactly in the mood to invite extra headaches."

His lips curled slightly.

"Besides, I should stick to the whole 'Harem Schedule Mode' or whatever the hell it's called."

The System went silent for a minute.

Then, as if accepting his decision, it scrolled through the suit designs and projected the schematics for a new one.

[Understood. The Shadow Factor Suit has been selected.]

Scott focused on the holographic display, nodding slightly.

"Alright. For tonight's patrol, I'm running with this."

He studied the design closely.

It was an impressively sleek, almost liquid-like black suit, stitched from darkness itself.

"I'll just flat-out tell Vixen and the stream that I'm 'Shadow'—an unregistered hero trying to break into the big leagues. Aiming for top-tier sponsorships and all that."

He nodded to himself.

"That works, right?"

The System responded immediately.

[Like a charm.]

Scott's brow lifted slightly.

"… Are you being sarcastic?"

Rather than answer, the System went silent for a moment.

Then, suddenly—

[Construction of the Shadow Factor Suit is 90% complete.]

Scott's eyes gleamed with interest as the System went on.

[The Shadow Factor Suit is constructed from an ultra-rare, otherworldly element known as Nyxion—purchased from the Hero Market for 300,000 credits.]

Scott whistled under his breath.

"Damn. That better be worth it."

[Nyxion is a quantum-dark matter alloy discovered in the deepest voids of space, untouched by light for eons. It absorbs and manipulates darkness itself. When bonded with living tissue, it merges at a subatomic level, allowing the wearer to phase into shadows, teleport across distances, and distort their own presence in time-space.]

Scott stroked his chin again as a small grin creeped onto his otherwise tired face.

"… Oooohhh."

His grin widened.

"Now this… this is awesome."

He placed his hands on his waist as his mind already raced with possibilities.

"Can we deposit like, uh… 50,000 credits to speed up the construction process?"

[Affirmative.]

[50,000 credits have been deposited.]

[The Shadow Factor Suit is now complete.]

[Deploy the suit?]

Scott spread his arms out, tilting his head slightly.

"Of course. What's it waiting for?"

In an instant, a steel case materialized out of thin air, right in front of him.
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Then—

A surge of pure darkness erupted from it.

The shadows twisted and coiled like living creatures to latch onto Scott like they were hungry for him.

In the blink of an eye, the blackness swallowed him whole, devouring every inch of his body.

For a split second, he felt like he was drowning in the void—like he had been torn from reality itself.

Then—

He exhaled sharply.

The sensation vanished.

Scott slowly opened his eyes and now felt the strange weightlessness of the suit settle over him.

His body felt lighter, almost like he wasn't even touching the ground anymore.

He clenched his fist.

[Ding! ATAM series code 7 suit is now online!]

The air around his hand warped, bending unnaturally as if the very fabric of space had been twisted.

Scott's grin returned.

"Hahah… oh, hell yes."

This would surely be fun.

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Midnight – Rooftop Overlooking the City

The city glowed beneath the midnight sky.

The streets stretched endlessly.

Distant cars growled and sirens bellowed loudly.

Perched at the edge of a tall rooftop, Vixen leaned against the railing as her little foot tapped impatiently against the concrete. Her arms were crossed tightly, and her golden eyes bubbled with barely hidden irritation.

She let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Ugh… I've been here for over an hour. Where the hell is that jerk?"

She muttered as her brow twitched.

"He better not have stood me up…"

Her frustration simmered, but as she shifted her weight and placed a hand against her chest, her expression subtly changed. A soft, pink flush crept onto her face as her fingers curled slightly.

She hesitated, then averted her gaze, mumbling under her breath.

"… I'm not really used to this, y'know?"

A wry smile tugged at her lips as she leaned her head back slightly, staring at the vast, starless sky.

"I mean, I usually have guys waiting around for me at events or planned meetups. Weird fanboys. Overeager simps. Stuff like that…"

She shook her head lightly.

"But waiting for someone myself? That's… new."

Her fingers traced over the railing absentmindedly.

"… Kinda nice, though."

The thought lingered as her smile lingered for a fraction longer before it faded.

Her mind drifted back—back to a time before all of this.

Back in school, she had always been popular.

The boys liked her, wanted to be close to her, wanted to call her a friend. And she never had a problem with that—she liked making friends, after all.

But then… things changed.

Her jaw tightened slightly.

She never could've predicted how difficult life would get once Foxgirl started getting tangled up in… all that.

Her sister had always been a bit reckless, but things spiraled the moment she started selling nude videos to rich old men.

Men who had once been friends of their late father.

Men who, rather than offering financial help, only sought to exploit Foxgirl for her body.

If they gave her money to finish college and get a high-paying job—or even sponsored her career as a superhero—then they would lose out on the real reason they were interested in her. After all, they didn't want to miss out on the fun videos of her pleasuring herself in the most arousing yet shameless ways possible.

Vixen's expression darkened.

『Those bastards…』

Her fingers curled into a fist.

She had begged Foxgirl to stop, told her there had to be another way.

But deep down, she had known the truth.

There wasn't another way.

Not for them.

Because when you're a woman—and when you're beautiful—people tend to forget every other talent you have.

That was their reality.

Foxgirl only stopped after those bastards started demanding more.

After they suggested she bring Vixen into it.

After they wanted both of them.

And when Foxgirl rejected their offer, things got worse.

Much, much worse.

Vixen gritted her teeth.

The old memories tore through her chest like bullets.

Those same men leaked every photo, every video.

It spread like wildfire—through their school, through their neighborhood.

And suddenly, everyone who had once been their friend turned into something else entirely.

Her so-called female friends had loved it. They never liked how much attention she got from the boys. And now? Now they had the perfect way to drag her down.

And the boys—her friends—were just as bad.

The ones she thought genuinely cared about her… the ones she thought wanted to be her friend for the right reasons…

They all started making moves on her.

Trying to grope her when they played sports.

Touching her in weird ways whenever they danced at school events.

Grinning at her like she was just another body to them.

Her fists trembled slightly.

『Why…?』

Why couldn't someone—anyone—see her as more than just a pretty face with a sexy body?

『Why can't──』

Her thoughts halted.

A face flickered into her mind.

Scott.

She blinked and her heated breath caught slightly as she slowly lifted her head.

『He… he's… I don't know…』

He was different.

『I think I might kinda…』

Tap.

A hand suddenly patted her shoulder.

Vixen turned immediately.

There was a relieved smile breaking across her face.

"Oh, Scott, it's you—"

But the words stopped. Her eyes widened in horror.

The person standing before her was not Scott.

It was… a very, very fat man.

His face was a mess of unshaved hair and his multiple chins jiggled as he grinned at her. His super suit—yellow and blue—was at least three sizes too small, struggling to contain his sheer mass. His stomach peeked out from beneath the fabric, and the moment she got a whiff of him—

… HUUURRRLLL!

Vixen nearly fell off the rooftop.

She clapped a hand over her mouth to quickly suppress the urge to vomit.

The stench—holy hell, it was unholy.

A sick jumble of sweat, greasy chips, and something that smelled like rotten gamer chair.

The man scratched his exposed belly as his fingers sunk way too deep into his rolls.

"Uh, hey…"

He said as his voice wheezed slightly.

"I'm Marmot Man."

Vixen's eye twitched.

She fought the urge to scream.

"… Who?"

He grinned wider, shuffling a bit closer—too close.

"You don't know me? C'mon, I'm kind of a big deal in the underground hero scene."

He let out a chuckle that sounded like a clogged drain.

"I mean, yeah, I did kinda get banned from HeroTube after that, uh… 'incident' in the hot tub, but, hey! Can't keep a good Marmot down, y'know?"

Vixen took a full step back.

"… Right."

Her eye twitched harder.

Where the hell was Scott?!

This night was already becoming a nightmare.