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

Pulsar stood at the entrance of the massive stage as her small body tensed, knees pressed together as she twiddled her fingers nervously.

A deep, uncertain hum left her lips.

『Hnnn… can I really do this…?』

The weight of what she was about to do bore down on her shoulders, making her stomach churn.

Then—

"Sure you can!"

"AAAAH!"

A sudden, high-pitched yelp left Pulsar's lips as she jolted forward, clutching her chest like she'd just been shot. Her heart pounded furiously, and she gasped for breath as she whipped around, eyes wide with shock.

Floating beside her, grinning like she'd done nothing wrong, was Luminyss—the infuriatingly playful blue alien.

Pulsar shot her a mean side-eye, still panting.

"Can you not do that? Seriously, it's not funny."

Luminyss blinked, then raised an eyebrow.

She floated a little closer, tilting her head.

"Huh? I thought heroes — especially the ones from Earth — were supposed to be fearless or something."

Pulsar rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she muttered,

"Yeah, sure… but that doesn't mean I won't get startled when a blue alien appears out of nowhere every two seconds."

Her voice had a bit of bite to it.

Luminyss caught onto it and chuckled.

"Alright, alright, it won't happen again… probably."

Then, with a mischievous snap of her fingers—poof—a random pair of white panties appeared in midair.

"Now go on, Pulsar! Time to put on a show!"

Pulsar stared at the floating underwear, then slowly turned back to Luminyss with a blank look.

Then her gaze shifted forward, and a long, exhausted sigh left her lips.

Mentally, she was drained. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to not do this.

But at the same time…

"… At this point, it's not like I can win against you even if I wanted to…"

She mumbled under her breath.

Her head dipped slightly.

"So… I might as well play along."

She exhaled heavily, standing firm.

Just as she was about to step forward—

"Ohohoho…"

Luminyss suddenly giggled as her golden eyes glowed with amusement.

"You're trying to act like you're doing this because you have to, but~"

She grinned like an alley creeper.

"The truth is… you want to see if you can still make Scott feel something."

Pulsar froze.

A deep, burning heat rushed to her face as she whipped around to glare at Luminyss.

Her cheeks were now bright red.

"Wha—Shut up!"

She barked, stomping her foot on the ground.

"You're so unbelievable! ARGH!"

Luminyss just giggled again.

Pulsar huffed, then theatrically stomped away like an irritated French woman.

—

A few moments later, Pulsar stepped onto the stage.

And there he was.

Scott McQueen.

Seated on his throne, watching her.

It had been months since she had last been this close to him — months since she had actually seen him and he had seen her. There was a weird comfort in knowing that this version of him wasn't the one who had left those mental scars on her.

In a way… it felt like a form of healing.

Scott's gaze remained calm, but his eyes subtly traced over her—taking in the changes.

She looked… different.

More mature.

Not in the sense of age, but in expression.

The usual playful, animated energy she had always carried was dulled.

And then there was her appearance — her hair was now cut much shorter, styled into a sharp undercut that gave her a distinctly tomboyish look. She had also trained her physique to the point where she had a lean, muscular frame — one that could even be mistaken for a man's if not for the sharp feminine features she still held.

His eyes lingered on her for just a second too long.

And then he blinked, realizing what he was doing.

『No… no, no, no.』

Scott leaned forward, resting his elbows on his throne as he took a deep breath.

He couldn't react. He wouldn't react.

This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place.

What they had was in the past. Very much in the past.

He let out a controlled sigh, making sure to force a composed smile onto his face.

"Uh… so can you, well…"

His eyes instinctively glanced downward.

Pulsar followed his gaze.

Straight to her crotch.

Her unsurprisingly sexy thighs instantly pressed together as her face heated up. But all that did was make her crotch pop forward even more—like squeezing a balloon.

She felt like she was going to die.

With an anxious gulp, she nodded.

Then she looked around, as if searching for the panties she was supposed to display.

Her eyes went back to Scott.

"Well, uhm…"

She awkwardly rubbed her arm.

"I don't… have the panties on me. But Luminyss said she can spawn anything from my memories, so… all I have to do is think about them in vivid detail."

She immediately regretted saying that.

Scott stared at her.

Expression blank.

Her skin crawled.

She took a step back, suddenly feeling so weird.

Her voice dropped as she fidgeted uncomfortably.

"You see, uh… I would've used the ones I'm wearing, but…"

She trailed off, eyes averting.

"I still use that soft fabric interior you always installed into my super suits… so…"

Scott's throat went dry.

He swallowed.

"… So you're not…"

She looked up at him with those soft puppy-dog eyes.

Then immediately looked away, rubbing her smooth, slender shoulders in shame.

"… Yeah."

She whispered.

"I'm not wearing any panties."

BOOM!

The entire alien crowd erupted.

"SHE'S NOT WEARING PANTIES──?!?!"

"OH MY STARS, I NEED TO VISIT EARTH!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW TERRANS WERE THIS SHAMELESS!!"

"BRO, IMAGINE THE SCENT OF THE STRIP BETWEEN THOSE THIGHS… SNIFFFFF! UNPROTECTED BY THE UNFAIR SHACKLES OF PANTIES—"

"Woah, woah, woah… calm down, Lord Sleazimus Pendraig IV! She's not legal in galactic years!!"

"Heh, still would."

"Bruh…"

—

Miss Mercury and Gwen were feral.

They lunged at the holo-screen, barking like rabid cavemen who just saw a TV appear out of nowhere.

That harlot was out there, actually using her lack of panties to seduce their Scott?!

Witch, Sniperess, and Dark Elf had to physically hold them back before they destroyed the hologram in their rage.

"She's using underhanded perversion tactics!!"

"She's misleading our man!!"

Meanwhile, Vixen and Foxgirl watched calmly.

Vixen hummed, resting her cheek on her palm.

"I mean, I personally don't like wearing panties in my super suit either, but… I'd rather people see the outline of my panties than my actual—"

Foxgirl shrugged. "I don't really care what they see."

Vixen slowly turned to her older sister, gave her a side-eye, and then smacked her palm against her own face.

"You need to stop this, sis…"

"Hm? Stop what…?"

Vixen sulked a bit. "It's just… whatever."

—

Pulsar cleared her throat with a light cough, trying to shake off the suffocating awkwardness pressing against her chest. She swallowed and looked back at Scott, forcing a soft smile as she said—

"You look well… I'm happy."

Scott froze for a second, his mouth opening slightly as he stammered—

"Uhm, I…"

Pulsar's eyes widened.

『Crap. I'm not supposed to say that──!!』

She had completely lost track of what she was actually supposed to be doing. This wasn't a personal reunion—this was an event, a goddamn show. She was here for a reason, not to reminisce about things that no longer mattered.

Shaking herself back into focus, she inhaled deeply and straightened her posture.

"S-, Scott McQueen…"

A soft, glowing light began forming between her trembling fingers as she clasped her hands together and her nerves made the energy flicker unevenly. It was embarrassing how shaky she felt, but she forced herself to push through.

The light dimmed.

Her voice came out softer, more hesitant.

"Do you remember… how you always teased me for getting wet so easily?"

Scott's eyes twitched.

Pulsar's knees instinctively pressed together, her body subtly shifting in a nervous motion. Her words came faster now, like they needed to spill out before she lost the courage.

"And how I said I should just stop wearing panties to school? Because every time we'd make out at the back of the building, your fingers would always go down my skirt so you could… ma-, make me feel good… and whenever you touched my panties, well yunno… they'd be soaked, and you'd just—"

She exhaled sharply.

"You'd laugh. And it would just kill the mood completely."

Scott's lips slowly, slowly curled into a smile.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't something he could suppress.

It was natural, just like before.

Pulsar saw it and bit her lip, feeling the heat creeping up her neck. She cleared her throat again and held up the delicate pair of white lace panties that had materialized in her hands. Her fingers curled slightly around the fabric as she swallowed her pride and continued.

"These are… uhm… the ones I wore during my… first time thinking about you…"

Scott's brows lifted in surprise. "Thinking about me?"

Pulsar's entire body tensed.

She squeezed her eyes shut like she was drinking some nasty, bitter medicine and nodded rigorously.

"Y-, Yes…"

Her knees wobbled.

"I… I even…"

She hesitated as her voice shivered like a whisper.

"Desperately touched myself a little while wearing them all those cold nights…"

A sharp gasp erupted from every single woman watching in Room A.

Even Dark Elf and Rope Girl were surprised.

"Wow… that's a lot of emotions…"

They said in tandem.

However, Scott remained completely still.

But deep inside, something in his instincts flared up.

He could feel it. There was more.

He leaned forward slightly. His voice was calm but edged with an undeniable weight.

"And…?"

Pulsar flinched.

Her entire soul screamed at her to not say it. To stop.

To pretend this never happened!

But her mouth totally betrayed her.

"And… I haven't washed them ever since."

The silence was deafening.

"I don't know why, I just… I kept them in a small box under my bed. The strong smell just…"

She shuddered, her shoulders curling inward.

"It keeps my passion for you alive."

Her voice cracked.

"That I— hngh!"

She caught herself just before saying something truly depraved. Instead, she forcefully twisted her lips into a wide, absolutely unhinged grin.

The stage remained dead silent.

Even Brigid, who had been watching with Luminyss, was frozen. Her lips barely parted as a stray thought drifted into her mind.

Not even I have something like this in my shrine…

Brigid blinked, realization dawning. Just a few weeks ago, she had been lucky enough to obtain Scott's used condoms and his old hairbrush—but this? This was a different level.

She clenched her fists in determination.

『This is faith! This is devotion! I need to do better!』

Beside her, Luminyss slowly turned her head.

"Brigid… you really have a rotten mind, sister."

Brigid turned red and rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish laugh.

"Ehehe… I, uh… I'm just really passionate about my liege! These are holy, pure actions to strengthen my faith in Lord Nightwatch!"

Luminyss didn't even argue. She simply nodded, because there wasn't a single lie in Brigid's words.

Luminyss rested her chin on her mic.

『It sort of makes sense that sister would be so attracted to Scott… after all, the mind can never do without the body, and well the body without a mind just… a mad king…』

She sighed and kept watching.

Back on stage, Scott still hadn't said a word.

His eyes flicked between Pulsar and the pair of panties she held out so boldly, his mind caught in a crossfire of emotions.

Pulsar, on the other hand, was dying inside. She shifted awkwardly before finally breaking the silence.

"So, uh… what do you rate me?"

Scott blinked.

What?

What the hell kind of question—?

He leaned back slightly, confused. There was no way Luminyss expected him to rate his ex-girlfriend's panties in front of a galactic audience. He pressed his lips together and shook his head. No. He refused. He wouldn't betray the women he was already in a relationship with.

But then… his mouth suddenly opened on its own.

"130 Affection Points."

Scott immediately slapped both hands over his mouth the second the words left his lips.

The stadium exploded.

"THERE YOU HAVE IT!!!"

Luminyss shot up from her commentator's chair, holding out her mic like a victorious announcer.

"The contestant has just given a massive rating of 130 AFFECTION POINTS to the petite superheroine known as PULSAR!!! CAN ANYONE TOP THIS?! LET'S FIND OUT!!!"

The crowd went wild.

Aliens threw up their signboards, screaming their love for Pulsar and her small body. Some were begging for a look at her panties. Others were shouting in desperation for the color of the ones she was wearing right now.

One alien even screamed—

Still buzzing with excitement, pointed to the cameras.

"YES, THAT is the kind of energy we need from our wonderful fans!!! And don't forget, folks—we still have a large roster of sexy superheroines and villainesses to go through! So STAY TUNED!!!"

She flashed the crowd a bright thumbs-up.

And just like that—the chaos had only begun.