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

— Central District, Metro City —

An armored roadster roared like a beast as it tore through the late-night roads of Metro City with a growl that refused to let the city sleep.

Its wheels screamed against the asphalt as it sliced corners like a guillotine.

Few civilians were still on the streets at this hour, but those who found themselves flinching back in instinctive terror as their eyes caught only the blur of jet-black metal streaked with veins of pulsating red — as if the car had clawed its way up from hell itself.

Inside the cockpit—

It was only lit by the red glow of the dashboard.

Deathmark sat slouched in the passenger seat.

Her eyes hadn't left her phone for the past ten minutes.

The screen was dry. Still no reply.

『Come on, Nighty… is he still mad at me…?』

Her thumb nervously chewed at the edge of her glove as she refreshed the chat for the fiftieth time, half-hoping that this time Nightwatch would miraculously say hey.

In the driver's seat, Rope Girl didn't flinch at the insults hurled at them from outside.

Horns blared, middle fingers were thrown, one guy even chucked his drink at the car.

All ignored.

Her eyes stayed trained on the road with that usual unfazed look of hers.

Then came the side-eye.

"So you're still trying to text him."

—KYAAAAAH!

Deathmark nearly jumped out of her seat, slapping her phone behind her back with the reflexes of a cat caught licking butter off the counter.

"No way! P-, Please forget what you saw! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)"

Her face went pale, then red, then even paler.

"Uh-, Uhm… wh-, what do you mean? You said I was texting someone? Texting who? No, no, I wasn't—Pfft—I don't even know how to text, haha, ahahah…"

The laugh that followed was awkward enough to choke a funeral procession.

The silence that stayed afterward made it worse.

So much worse.

And it was that — that exact silence — that seemed to scare Deathmark the most.

Because Rope Girl didn't have to say anything.

That quiet little side-eye and the fact she'd waited this long to say anything told Deathmark everything.

She knew. She'd always known.

Deathmark tried to talk again.

"R-, Really! I wasn't hiding anything! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)"

"…"

That obviously didn't work.

She sat there, panting quietly like a cornered animal.

Her grip on her phone tightened behind her back.

Rope Girl just shook her head with her dull eyes still fixed on the road.

"SIGH~ you really don't need to hide anything. I've known for a while."

Her voice was calm. Very calm.

"That you've got a thing for Nightwatch. But… I will say it's kind of an odd taste for you."

"… Eh? (;☉_☉)"

It was all Deathmark could say.

A clueless stare followed, wide violet eyes blinking like she'd just seen a math equation written in blood.

Slowly, stiffly, she brought the phone back out and turned it off—very suspiciously, very guiltily.

Then came the glancing.

Six to ten of them, all toward Rope Girl, all filled with 'does she know I know she knows?' energy.

It went on for several painfully long minutes.

Rope Girl didn't bite. Eyes on the road.

Until—

"What."

The one-word interruption broke the tension like a popped balloon.

Deathmark jerked upright.

"Haha… uh, well, like, let's say you kinda, maybe, sorta like… already knew I had a thing for Nightwatch, yeah? So like, why aren't you mad or something? And also, what do you mean by odd taste?!"

She said it all in one breath. Years of military survival instinct kicking in — ask fast, before the mood drops.

SKRRRRRT!

Another sharp turn slammed her against the door.

The road twisted like a serpent as the roadster sped down the left lane, barely avoiding an oncoming truck.

Deathmark flailed like a ragdoll while Rope Girl didn't even bat an eye.

"To be honest… with how playful you are for a grown-ass woman, it's better you end up with someone mature. But not the 'mature' who's, like, old and cranky. Those types would just get irritated with the dumb crap you pull daily."

Deathmark clicked her tongue and looked out the window as her cheeks puffed with embarrassment.

Rope Girl continued.

"You need a guy who's just mature enough to keep you grounded, but still dumb enough to find you fun."

A small pause.

"Nightwatch…"

Then a heavy sigh.

"… He's fun, sure. I've seen the guy's streams. But you ever looked into his eyes? That's someone who's seen too much. The kind of person who doesn't let go of pain. That kind of hurt spreads. It clings. It turns everything toxic."

Rope Girl's voice dropped to a regretful whisper.

"Trust me. I'd know."

The silence that followed was a heavy one.

Not awkward this time. Just… sad.

Deathmark didn't even have a comeback.

『Wait… this is the first time she's talked about emotions with me since Black Stone…』

Her lips curved into a soft, surprised smile.

Then Rope Girl added, as casually as one might mention changing the radio station—

"Love's a very normal emotion. So no, I'm not mad. I'm actually… a little glad. That you're still able to feel and enjoy those kinds of emotions. Especially after everything we've been through."

The road hummed beneath them.

Deathmark felt a tight twist in her chest.

She didn't want to ruin the moment by saying anything dumb or out-of-pocket.

With a hardened voice, Rope Girl added—

"But keep in mind—duty comes before love. So if things ever go wrong — and they will… I don't want hesitation from you. If it comes down to it…"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You kill him. No matter what you feel."

Silence.

But this time, it wasn't awkward. It wasn't scary either.

It was just plain depressing.

━ ━ ━ ━

WHIRRRRRRR—

The low, sleek hum of the stealth cycle sliced through the empty night of the city. Shadow leaned forward as his lightless body blended seamlessly into the darkness as the lights of the Central District streaked by like neon stars.

The stream was already up.

[YOOOO! 🔥🔥]

[SHADOW ON THE MOVE?]

[Naw bruh… NO TIME FOR SPEED LIMIT. VOLKNER LABS IS LEGIT ON FIRE?! 💀]

└ [Wait fr??]

└ [You deadass??]

[Yeah I just checked. Some kinda dumb lab fire. Suspicious as hell. Volkner tech don't just catch fire.]

└ [… it's a setup. 100% 💀]

[Yo this better not be Trickshot again. I'd be happier if it was Cat Lady because we'd at least get to see some buns shake when she's being chased down. 🤷‍♂️]

└ [BASED. 🗿]

[Bro I made a $200 bet on the Fire Falcons and lost. 😭]

└ [Really not the time for this, bruh…]

･･･

Shadow's eyes narrowed behind the dark visor.

The HUD blinked red.

A system ping confirmed it—

[DING! There is an active fire at Volkner Labs and multiple personnel are still trapped.]

He gritted his teeth and slammed the throttle.

The stealth cycle roared like a black banshee as it tore across the bridge leading into Central District.

"It's not a coincidence…"

He muttered into the mic.

"A lab that's had zero incidents? Suddenly burning down while I'm tailing Trickshot and Cat Lady? Tch, it's not even a question… they're definitely involved."

[Yo, he KNOWS!]

[Dude's connecting dots like a crime docuseries! 🔥]

└ [Bro, this is an average IQ feat. 🤨]

└ [Not in America…]

[Cat Lady boutta be purring behind bars fr]

[THE ROAR OF THAT CYCLE?? GOOSEBUMPS.]

･･･

VRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM!

The stealth cycle leapt over a checkpoint gate as Shadow made the final approach—and there it was.

Volkner Labs.

Shadow's jaw clenched.

The building was engulfed. Fire curled up the cracking walls like orange serpents.

Sirens blared.

Police cars were scattered like toy blocks.

Several firetrucks hosed torrents of water, but it looked almost… useless.

Up above—four scientists waved desperately from shattered windows, coughing and screaming:

"HELP! PLEASE—WE'RE TRAPPED!"

The Fire Captain's voice barked through a megaphone:

"WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT. JUST STAY PUT!"

But even he looked panicked.

[And that's the moment you start writing your will.]

[Bro said "stay put" in a burning building? 💔]

[FUCKIN' HATE THESE PEOPLE! 😡 I remember when my house burned down. $150k GONE! Fire dept said they had it "under control." LIARS.]

[LMFAOO firemen catching STRAYS in the chat rn.]

[Someone protect these brave men, but also… do better.]

･･･

Shadow hopped off his stealth cycle and turned to the camera feed in his HUD.

"Y'all shouldn't disrespect firefighters like that, they're doing their b—"

BOOOOOOM!

An explosion ripped through the top floor.

Two of the four scientists were blasted clean out the window like ragdolls.

"AAAHHHH!"

Shadow moved before their screams finished.

A beam of pure shadow cut through the air.

He blurred, twisted, and launched up in an arc that made gravity look like a suggestion.

FWOOSH!

In less than a second, he landed with both scientists safely in his arms.

"You two okay?"

He asked, lowering them to the ground.

But—BANG!

A gunshot cracked.

The bullet pinged off his kinetic barrier harmlessly.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Shadow spun around—glaring.

A chubby cop froze, shaking like gelatin in a windstorm.

"I-, I-, I… I saw a black figure, and my finger just— I didn't mean to! I swear!"

He dropped the gun like it was cursed.

Shadow just stared, unblinking.

[WHAT DID HE JUST SAY??]

[Nahhhh… 💀]

[Thank GOD for context or that would've been WILD.]

└ [I can already imagine KKK screaming at the TV like a mad man after hearing that statement.]

└ [Diabolical use of abbreviations, dawg 💀]

["saw a black figure" in 2045? Homie… 🥀]

[Unc boutta get ratio'd irl]

[FIRE HIM FROM EXISTENCE.]

･･･

Shadow turned away in silence as the glow of the fire cast a deep shadow over his suit. The remaining two scientists were still up there — time was ticking.

"It'll only take a second to—"

SCREEECH!

An armored roadster drifted onto the scene, sliding sideways with flair.

Rope Girl and Deathmark jumped out in perfect sync, only to land like superheroes mid-promo shoot.

Everything paused.

Cops. Firefighters. Even the flames seemed to stutter.

Their asses in those super tights… immaculate.

One of the cops dropped to all fours behind Rope Girl like a starving pilgrim seeking divine nectar.

"Hm?"

Rope Girl blinked, then glanced over her shoulder.

She tilted her head.

"Uh… you good?"

She was genuinely confused as to why the man was panting on all fours like a thirsty dog.

Shadow just stared with blank eyes behind his mask.

『Damn, had a full grown man on his knees…』

He just shook his head in disappointment.

[SIR. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR.]

["Risked it all for nyash" – Sun Tzu, 500 BC]

└ ["these buns…" — actual quote from the unc's soul.]

[Unc probably has a loving wife and children at home, but he's never seen yams like these. 😭🙏]

[Having your own gravitational pull is insane work! 😭]

└ [Those cheeks could solve global warming.]

[THICC enough to cause a gravity anomaly.]

[Bro's the living embodiment of "great heavens!" 💀]

[This is the new expectation when I hear sum shit like Drop Dead Gorgeous, ong 😤]

[Nightwatch never gave us THIS much cake. 🔥🔥]

└ [Is Mist a joke to you? 😐]

└ [Don't you ever compare Mist to my glorious, caked-up queen ROPE GIRL 😭✌️]

[Shadow collab with Rope Girl?? STREAM'S BREAKING.]

･･･

While the chat raged, Rope Girl didn't waste a second.

She sprinted atop the firetruck, fired a grappling rope from her wrist, and launched herself into the air.

The hook latched onto the side of the building.

Within seconds—both remaining scientists were out of the lab and safe in her arms.

She landed like a gymnast.

"You're free to go."

But the scientists… didn't move.

They clung to her.

One of them buried his face into her shoulder to take deep sniffs of her scent as his cheeks flushed.

It made her very uncomfortable.

"… Get off!"

She shouted with heavy irritation in her voice.

She snapped her arms and shook them off.

"Deathmark. Stay alert!"

Her eyes narrowed.

"That fire wasn't random. And that's the main reason we're even here…"

Deathmark didn't respond.

Her eyes were wide like flashlights and locked on him.

On Shadow.

She took a step forward, lips parting.

"… Nightwatch?"

Shadow's eyes widened slightly under his visor.

Rope Girl immediately turned, tense. Her sight sharpened like a tiger ready to pounce.

Shadow took a slow step back.

"Ahh… fuck this."

Naturally, the System didn't waste a second to pop up.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION – SIDE MISSION ACTIVE]

[You've been figured out thanks to Deathmark's obsession about you. Convince the two superheroines you are NOT Nightwatch. Then form a temporary alliance to stop Trickshot's plot!]

[REWARD: Single-user Chroniton Particle.]

Shadow sighed and cracked his knuckles.

"… Of course. Nothing's ever easy."