NOVEL NEXT Chapter 140: New Stream, New Members!
Vixen tilted her head as her golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"… So, uhh… what exactly are you doing here?"
Marmot Man let out a loud yawn and stretched his massive arms before rubbing his bloated belly.
His suit audibly struggled against the stretch.
"Well, uh, I usually stand at this part of the rooftop so I can look over the city and do super cool stuff like contemplate my poor life choices…"
He admitted with a lazy sigh.
Then, as if some tragic realization hit him, he smacked his thigh with so much force that his rolls wobbled violently.
"Shit! If I'd just washed those damn dishes like my mom told me to, I'd still have my gaming set-up and comfortable space in the basement!"
Vixen blinked.
『This guy is…』
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or to feel bad for him.
With a small, awkward sweep of her wavy brown hair behind her ear, she offered hesitantly.
"Uhh… I'll just leave your space for you then. I don't want any problems."
Marmot Man's thick brows lifted as something oily—possibly sweat, possibly something far worse—trickled down his forehead. He gave her a big, greasy grin.
"Oh no, it's fine!"
He waved a thick, stubby hand.
"I can leave the space for the pretty lady."
Vixen chuckled weirdly, shifting slightly away from him.
"Uhm… no. I'll leave the space for you."
But before she could step back, Marmot Man placed an oily, sweaty hand on her shoulder. The second his skin made contact, it felt like she had just been branded by the very concept of filth itself.
She somehow fought the urge to cringe.
All she did was to shudder silently.
『Uggghhh… where the fuck is Scott…?』
The gross, oily hand was still on her.
If only Marmot Man could tell she was disgusted by it.
Instead──
"Haha, really, it's fine…"
He said, his jiggling chins trembling as he smiled at her.
"Instead of watching the view of the city, I'd rather just watch your beauty from afar…"
A faint blush dusted his grotesque cheeks.
He looked away bashfully.
A storm of vomit brewed in Vixen's throat. She fought it down with a bitter, tortured expression.
To her, this was the equivalent of watching a 700 pound dirty orangutan blow her a kiss.
Slowly, she lifted a single finger and pushed Marmot Man's hand off her shoulder. The moment his touch left her skin, she spotted it—an ugly, greasy stain right where his hand had been.
Her face twisted in utter disgust.
"Uhh… do you like… wash your hands?"
She asked hesitantly.
Marmot Man picked his nose with a thick, stubby finger as his face remained entirely unbothered.
"Well, uh… I haven't really had the chance to shower in three months."
Vixen's golden eyes dulled.
"… What."
Marmot Man gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head in a fake tragedy.
"Yeah… been living on people's rooftops since I don't got money for both shelter and food. Had to pick one."
Vixen's expression remained flat.
"… And of course, you picked food."
Marmot Man suddenly burst into a deep, belly-rattling laugh.
"Ohohoho! How'd you know?"
Before Vixen could respond, a new voice—partially distorted—cut through the conversation.
"Because it doesn't take rocket science to tell that a grown-ass man with a Tesla Cybertruck build is gonna pick food over shelter every time."
Both Vixen and Marmot Man snapped their heads toward the source.
Standing at the edge of the rooftop was a sleek, liquid-like figure covered in a jet-black suit from head to toe. The material clung tightly to his form, almost like shadows made solid. The faceless mask covering his head gleamed under the city lights.
Vixen's breath hitched slightly.
『Who the hell is this? Hmm~ he looks cool though…』
However, Marmot Man furiously jabbed a thick finger at the newcomer.
"Hey! How dare you say that about me?!"
He shouted as his multiple chins trembled with emotion.
"Don't you know saying bad things can hurt people's feelings?!"
The masked figure—Scott—tilted his head slightly.
"Psssh──yeah, that's kinda the point."
Marmot Man blinked. His mind struggled to process that.
"Uhh… well… well, that's not nice!"
He finally stammered.
Scott took a slow step forward.
Each movement sent a ripple of darkness spreading from his feet, like ink spilling onto the rooftop. His masked face tilted downward, and he casually pointed a gloved finger at Marmot Man's bloated belly.
"You know what's not nice?"
Scott's voice was low, distorted, and almost lazy.
"A superhero going on apps like Burgnite and Minetrade lobbies trying to pick up little boys. Wasn't that why you got banned from HeroTube?"
Vixen's stomach twisted.
"… Wait. He did what?"
Marmot Man immediately started waving his hands in frantic denial. His face turned pale as his body jiggled in sheer panic.
"I—I—IT WAS ONE TIME!!"
Just then, a robotic voice suddenly rang through the air.
[Livestream Mode initiated.]
A swarm of sleek, hovering camera drones emerged from the shadows and their blinking red lenses flashed as they focused in on the scene.
And just like that—thousands of viewers tuned in.
[Live Comments:]
[Hmm… hold up. Is this a Nightwatch stream?]
[Nah, it's not showing up on HeroTube. Most heroes stream there.]
[Because Nightwatch ain't a hero, lil bro. He's a god.]
└ [Shut yo corny ass up. 💀]
└ [Fr, shut the hell up. Nightwatch hasn't streamed in almost a whole month, bruh. This ain't him. He's probably not coming back.]
[That's what y'all said last time… then bro pulled up in Meteor City wearing the dopest suit and started aura farming like crazy. That shit was pure cheese.]
[Could be him… or NOT. I hope y'all know Nightwatch would be way too bitchy to go against a scary old man like that friggin' devil, Chairman Panemorfi. 💀]
└ [If there's one thing I learned from anime, it's NEVER mess with old men.]
└ [Bro, take a shower.]
･･･
The hovering drones adjusted their focus to zoom in on the three figures—Vixen, Marmot Man, and the mysterious shadowed figure standing beside them.
Vixen turned her sharp golden eyes toward him, then grabbed his wrist and pulled him a few steps away from the disgusting mass of Marmot Man's existence.
"Wait, wait, wait…"
She muttered, her voice low.
She stared at the shadowed mask covering his face.
"Is that really…?"
Scott sighed.
He reached up, and in an instant, the mask dispersed into a swirl of shadowy particles to revealed his sharp, handsome features.
His blue eyes locked onto hers.
"Yeah. It's me. Told you I was a superhero. At least now you've seen proof."
Vixen raised a brow.
"Uhh… yeah, I believe you now…"
She admitted, her voice oddly flat.
Then, after a brief pause, she tilted her head.
"But did you have to stream the whole thing? Kinda makes it obvious you just want attention…"
Scott blinked.
"Attention? What? No."
Vixen crossed her arms, unimpressed.
"Mhm. Let me guess—you're probably gonna do some good deeds tonight and then 'accidentally' reveal to the world that it's actually the handsome, blue-eyed, chisel-chinned, abs-blessed, celebrity Scott. That's kinda shameful, don't you think?"
Scott squinted at her.
"Hey, but Nightwatch does it, and you still like him."
Vixen scoffed.
"Well, yeah, that's because it's Nightwatch."
Scott narrowed his eyes.
"… And?"
Vixen gave him a deadpan look.
"He's like, uh… super hot and actually has good intentions, you know?"
Scott blinked, processing that.
"… Hey, but I'm kinda hot too──no?"
Vixen let out a pssh sound and looked away.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. You're not all that."
She waved a hand vaguely before suddenly pausing, her expression shifting slightly.
Her voice dropped, and she muttered.
"Nightwatch has the kind of aura that would make any woman want to spread her legs and wet herself like a dirty, uncouth water-logged house. He's the kind of man that can turn a decent English woman into a whore… and I don't think any woman would refute that."
She shrugged with so much lack of care.
"Who doesn't want a piece of that veiny, vigilante-trained peen, you feel me?"
The second the words left her mouth, she froze.
Her golden eyes slowly slid toward Scott, who was staring at her with a look of pure amusement.
"… Uhm."
She coughed awkwardly.
"Don't mind that I said that."
Scott tilted his head.
"That's kinda hard though."
A deep silence.
Vixen rubbed her temple and sighed.
"… Anyway, uhm…"
She changed the subject quickly.
"To be honest, I'm kinda disappointed that you're actually just a superhero."
Scott frowned slightly.
"Hm? What do you mean?"
Vixen pursed her lips and looked off to the side.
"Well, I thought this whole 'night patrol' thing was gonna be… something else."
"… Something else?"
She hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her slender arm and constantly looked at anything other than Scott.
She was clearly uncomfortable.
Flustered, she tried her best to hide it, but with the man's handsome face and striking blue eyes watching her, it felt as impossible as telling an adorable baby "no."
『Ugh… why does he have to look so good…』
Tch──she clicked her tongue in silence.
『Handsome son of a bitch!』
She finally mustered the courage to speak.
"I thought maybe it was more like a date or something."
Scott blinked.
"A date?"
Vixen gave a half-shrug, still avoiding eye contact.
"I figured maybe you were just too awkward to call it that, so you gave it a stylish name. I thought you were gonna pick me up in a nice suit… in a car… maybe try to impress me a little. I kinda like the good ol' rom-com treatment."
Scott's gaze flattened.
"… We just started talking."
Vixen forced out a laugh.
"Y-, Yeah… totally! As if I'd be interested in spending a night with probably the only guy who has shown more interest in my personality and behavior than my curves and endowments… HAHAHAHA!!"
It was the most painful, forced laugh Scott had ever heard.
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[Live Comments:]
[WOO-HOO!! SEXY FOX MOMMY IS HERE!!!]
[I BEEN SAYING TS FOR AGES! VIXEN IS WAY SEXIER THAN HER SISTER!!]
└ ["TS" 💔]
[Nah, Foxgirl is definitely hotter. Her hair is way better.]
└ [The only thing I'm gonna be doing with that hair is pulling it while she's receiving malicious backshots! 😈]
└ [Woah, bro 💀 contain your lust.]
└ [Fr, that's why you ain't there yet… 💀]
└ [SleazyPen really said malicious backshots, dawg 😭🙏]
[You all know that Vixen is the Deep Throat Wizard. She just looks like she'd give you the most wicked blowjob that'd drain you of both sperm AND spirit. I would sacrifice my future just to get a nibble from that mouth. 😩]
└ [What is going on in these comments? 💀]
└ [Does SleazyPen have more than one account???]
[Nah, nah, nah. I could def take Vixen's mouth game without busting a nut.]
└ [Cap. You'd last 10 seconds at best.]
└ [10 seconds? Bro, you're being generous.]
[Guys, can we NOT do this? Every time a female superhero appears, y'all just turn it into a contest about how good she is in bed. It's so weird. Let them be special for once.]
└ [NERRRRRRD!!]
└ [LMAO WHO IS THIS GUY???]
└ [LIL BRO THOUGHT WE CARED ABOUT HIS OPINION!!]
└ [+Ratio +L +Skill Issue]
└ [Bro got absolutely COOKED.]
[ANYWAY, back to Vixen's throat game—]
└ [GET OOOUUUUTTT 🗣️ 🔥 🔥 🔥]
･･･
Scott scrolled through the live chat and let out a slow sigh.
"… Yeah. Definitely a mistake streaming this."
Vixen snorted.
"Oh, now you realize that?"
Meanwhile…
Marmot Man stood there, rubbing his round, sweaty chin as he watched Vixen and Scott chatting like they were the only two people in existence. His beady eyes squinted as his face scrunched into something that might've been contemplation, but mostly just looked like a rodent in distress.
"Hmmm… ohhh…"
He muttered to himself, nodding sagely.
"That must be her boyfriend."
He exhaled deeply, sending a gust of hot air from his mouth that even made him recoil a little.
"No wonder she didn't fall for me."
He sighed dramatically, placing a meaty hand on his stomach as if the revelation had just dealt him a fatal wound.
He shook his head.
"I must completely respect their relationship and not steal her from this Shadow guy."
With a deep nod, he recalled the wise words of his mother-who, for some reason, always gave him romantic advice even though his dating life was about as lively as a corpse in a morgue.
"Son…" she always said, "… your looks can take any woman. You must be careful how you talk to them."
Marmot Man closed his eyes and sighed.
"… I guess even a prince like me must take a loss sometimes, ahah, unfortunate."
He lowered his head solemnly, looking like a tragic protagonist in an overly dramatic anime. But then──
A small beep caught his attention.
He turned, eyes lighting up as he spotted one of the hovering camera drones nearby.
"Ohhh?" His lips stretched into a yellow-toothed grin.
"Looks like this stuff is streaming…"
His excitement bloomed as he waddled toward it, raising a thick, hairy hand in a slow, gentle wave.
"Hey there, lil guy…"
As he approached, the drone obediently zoomed in—giving the viewers a crystal-clear, ultra-high-definition look at his face.
It was a disaster.
The oily sheen of his forehead reflected the city lights like he was a walking solar panel. His pores looked like they could store emergency water reserves for a small nation. Each time he spoke, small puffs of visible odor escaped his mouth like smoke signals, almost as if his breath itself was trying to flee the scene.
The audience couldn't smell it.
But they knew.
[Live Comments:]
[OMG, BRO. WHY' D THE CAMERA GET SO CLOSE?!]
[TURN IT AWAY. TURN IT AWAYYYY!!]
[Marmot Man's breath got its own special effects. They' re animating the fumes.]
[Ngl, I actually felt my screen get greasy. This is psychological warfare on a whole other level.]
[BRO, HIS FOREHEAD IS SHINIER THAN MY FUTURE.]
[THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR LIFE. MY EYES ARE BURNING.]
[His skin got more oil than the Middle East.]
[Nah, be real… why his pores got expansion packs?]
[Don't say that, bro, I beg you.]
[Marmot Man, step away from the camera. I can't keep living like this.]
･･･
Marmot Man, blissfully unaware of the chat's suffering, smiled proudly at the drone.
"Ooo, looks like we got a good audience tonight!"
He chuckled, rubbing his sweaty hands together.
"Maybe I can reach out to my fans and ask for some financial support! Y' know, just a lil' help so I can finally rent a place to live in… and, uh, get some food to eat."
He smacked his lips, deep in thought, trying to figure out the best way to appeal to the audience.
Meanwhile, the viewers had already begun their merciless slaughter.
[Live Comments:]
[ Marmot Man is what you'd get if a blob of slime decided to grow legs and become the loudest, laziest fat bastard in society.]
└ [Real.]
[He's an M-tier hero, and that rank doesn't even exist.]
└ [He sunbathes, begs for food, and eats like he's preparing for an apocalypse that's NEVER gonna happen.]
[Marmot Man is basically a The Peak knockoff that's ten times more useless, got the charisma of a wet sock, an absolute wet wipe, and the survival instincts of a toddler with a tantrum.]
･･･
Marmot Man scratched his belly, deep in thought.
He dug his fingers into his thick, sweaty gut and casually licked some dried tomato sauce from his deep, cavernous belly button like it was a snack compartment.
The chat lost its mind.
[Live Comments:]
[I NEED A DRINK. I CAN'T DO THIS.]
[HE LICKED HIS BELLY BUTTON LIKE IT WAS A CONDIMENT DISPENSER. I'M GONNA BE SICK.]
[SOMEONE CALL A PRIEST. WE NEED AN EXORCISM.]
･･･
Shadow and Vixen, who had been casually watching the chat from the side, were silently dying.
Vixen clutched her stomach, trying her best not to burst out laughing.
"… First to laugh has to press their crotch against the other's butt in a doggy position!"
Shadow's face immediately squeezed.
"… Huh?"
Vixen's entire face turned deep red.
"Uhm. I-, I' m just kidding…!"
But before Shadow could even process that absolute bomb of a statement──
A wet, slurping sound reached his ears.
Lick.
He paused. His expression stiffened.
Something… felt off.
A strange warmth pressed against his crotch.
Slowly, he looked down.
A pair of dog-like big blue eyes stared up at him, wide and innocent.
A long, pink tongue glided across the surface of his pants with deep enthusiasm, as if she was lapping up fresh milk.
Surely, she they wanted what was beneath those pants with how passionately they licked his crotch.
Her tail wagged rapidly.
She was on all fours.
"… Dog Girl?"
She blinked at him happily.
"Mm! You taste good!"
A silence fell over them.
The chat was incomprehensible.
[Live Comments:]
[??????????????]
[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!]
[WHY IS THERE ALWAYS ONE FRIGGIN' WEIRDO IN EVERY DAMN STREAM?????]
[DOG GIRL, PLEASE. CONTROL YOURSELF.]
[SHE IS NOT CONTROLLING HERSELF AT ALL. LOOK AT HER TAIL. SHE WANTS THAT MEAT! 😳]
[VIXEN, DO SOMETHING!!!]
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Vixen grabbed Dog Girl by the scruff and yanked her back like she was a misbehaving puppy.
Dog Girl pouted.
"Ruuuude~"
Shadow held his head.
"This stream was a mistake."