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

— Silver Gant Hotel, Asteroid City —

Inside her luxury five-star suite, Emma sat behind a glossy marble table so polished it could've doubled as a mirror.

The table was cluttered with extravagant dishes — lobster bisque, grilled octopus, saffron rice in a golden bowl, and a tiny army of desserts — but her eyes were locked on her laptop screen like it owed her money.

Her brow furrowed as numbers and charts glowed against her face.

"Alright…"

She tapped the side of her pen against her lips.

"… first branch in France, Éclat by Hermia launch party, exclusive lines, haute couture collab… and I have to rope in at least one A-list model to blow it all up."

Her finger dragged down a glowing list of names.

Supermodels. Celebrities. Influencers.

All of them came with fat price tags.

"$300K… 1.2 mil… 4.6—Ughh."

Her eyes stopped at Bella Trevors.

Emma squinted.

"Bella would skyrocket sales…"

She admitted bitterly. Very bitterly.

"… but I'm planning to have Scott model for the male branch of my clothing brand, so there's no way I'm letting that bitch come within a meter of my sweetheart."

She screwed up her beautiful face like she'd just sniffed raw sewage.

"Hmph. Not after those abominable things she posted on Threadit about him… that thirsty lizard."

A proud look saturated on her face.

"Just think about how desperate and shameless you'd have to be to sexualize a guy you barely even know. I mean, it's not like I was loudly going on about all the dirty things I wanted to do to Scott before we even started dating… now that would be seriously weird!"

Immediately, the look on her face turned guilty.

"Erm… okay. I'm kinda worse… KINDA."

With a groan, she slammed the laptop shut and stretched back in her chair.

Her oversized white tee hiked up slightly as she pulled at her shorts with a soft whimper.

"Nnnn~ ❤️"

The shorts were meant to be comfortable, of course, but Emma's butt was just a bit too big for them. So every time she sat down, they'd ride up and give her a tight wedgie—like her ass was trying to swallow the shorts whole.

"Phew…"

She let out a relieved sigh as she finally yanked the bunched up fabric out from between her ass cheeks.

"I swear, these were supposed to be lounge shorts, not dental floss."

She glanced sideways at the mirror on the wall and stuck out her tongue.

"They didn't even have my usual pair at the airport."

She pulled the shorts down slightly to settle them.

"Heh… Scott's totally gonna be drooling the next time I get a wedgie in these. He'll be wishing his face was between these cheeks… mmm~ ❤️ eating me an—"

She grinned devilishly as she licked her lips slowly.

Then she placed her fingertips on her lips and giggled like a schoolgirl before flopping backwards onto the king-sized bed.

"Uggghhhh…"

She groaned dramatically, legs kicking in the air.

"What's Scott doing right now…? It's barely been a day and I already miss him like crazy."

She hugged her pillow tight and nuzzled into it like it was his chest.

KNOCK!

She froze.

Just one knock.

Not two. Not a triple rat-tat. Just one.

Her head slowly turned toward the door with a look of absolute suspicion.

"The hell…?"

She whispered behind her pillow.

"Who knocks like that? Satan?"

Silence.

It was too quiet now.

Emma slid off the bed in her socks like a cautious cat as her amber eyes darted around like a killer was hiding behind her minibar. Just in case, she supersped to the kitchen and zipped back, now wielding a frying pan like it was Mjolnir.

Creeping toward the door, she cracked it open just enough to peek out—

—the hallway was pitch dark.

"H-, Hello…?"

She called out, but her voice came out like a kitten's mewl.

Then came the voice.

"Miss Mercury…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—!!"

She hurled the frying pan without thinking.

FWOOOOOSH!

The figure in the shadows caught it mid-air with one hand, not even flinching.

He stepped forward.

A suit. Slick shades.

An official Hero Agency badge gleamed off his chest.

Emma's soul practically left her body.

"KYAAAAAHHH!!"

Zhe screamed and dropped to her knees in pure terror.

"I'M SO SORRYYYYY!!"

She bowed three, no—five times in rapid succession.

"I thought you were a demon or a stalker or something!"

She squealed so innocently.

The agent adjusted his collar and replied calmly—

"No offense taken. Someone wishes to meet you."

Click—Clack—Click

The tense, rhythmic sound of heels echoed down the dark marble hallway.

Someone was approaching, slow and confident.

A woman appeared from the shadows.

She was a fairly tall woman with a dark complexion and amber eyes that were just a shade darker than Emma's. Her long, messy red hair reached down to her mid-back, curling at the ends, with bangs that covered one of her eyes.

She looked incredibly put-together in a sleek black pantsuit, carrying herself like she owned the whole hotel. And honestly, the way she wore that suit was something else — she was so curvy that the outfit hugged her body perfectly in all the right spots.

Her smile was… strange. So gentle it felt surreal.

"I'm Agatha Neumann…"

Her voice was so soft for such an "older" lady.

"Vice Chairman of the Hero Agency. Shall we talk?"

"Huh?!" Emma's mouth fell open.

･･･

Minutes later.

Inside the suite, Emma sat upright on one sofa, legs folded beneath her. Across from her, Agatha sat with perfect poise, sipping a delicate blend of floral tea.

The agent stood behind her like a statue, completely unfazed by Emma's scattered takeout boxes and a suspiciously tossed bra and panties on the floor nearby.

Emma's jaw dropped.

"WAIT. You're PROMOTING ME TO S-RANK?!"

Agatha blinked slowly. "Yes."

Emma waved her hands like she was trying to fan herself out of a heart attack.

"I-, I mean, are you sure? That's uh… like super sudden."

She was trying to hide her excitement.

"Like lightning-level sudden! I'm barely a C-rank!"

Agatha tilted her head slightly.

"You've operated beyond your rating for months. I wouldn't call it sudden."

She gracefully took a fork of cake and bit into it.

"We've reviewed your off-record stats. You've stopped crimes in more cities than even Nightwatch. You helped stop the Red Titan—an S-rank threat. You led evacuation efforts during the North District attack, reducing civilian casualties by 80%."

Emma rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly very small.

Agatha added—

"You fought the attacker that was far above you, risking your life in the process… such a proper hero. That alone more than qualifies you, especially now that Dragonman is dead, and Blue Atom is missing."

Emma blinked. "Ohh… that makes sense…"

Then Agatha leaned forward, voice quiet but heavy.

"Speaking of which, there are rumors. That you're a big Nightwatch supporter and you've worked with him before his branding as a terrorist."

Emma tensed.

Agatha's yellow eyes narrowed.

"If you tell me more about him…"

She said with a gentle smile, holding up a forkful of cake as she hungrily licked her lips.

"I'll make your promotion official right here and now."

She slid a gleaming Hero ID across the table.

[S-Rank: Miss Mercury]

The room went still.

Emma looked at the card. Her fingers twitched.

Then her eyes shifted back up to Agatha.

Her throat felt dry.

"I…"

━ ━ ━ ━

"What…?"

Rope Girl asked, her voice flat.

Shadow didn't respond immediately.

He just stood there — stark naked — with both hands covering his face like a child who thought invisibility worked both ways. His "special place" swayed tragically in the cold lab air, utterly unaware of the shame it caused its owner.

Deathmark giggled like a drunk pixie, her pink eyes glued to the pendulum swing of meat between Shadow's legs. Her gaze had taken on this glassy, hypnotized quality, as though she'd forgotten everything — her name, her past, even gravity.

"It's just… dangling…"

Shadow inhaled so deeply it sounded like a dying car engine having its last rev.

"I don't want to show my face…"

He murmured through his fingers.

"So… can I, uh… gulp… wear one of your panties? As a… mask?"

Rope Girl's head tilted so sharply it was like someone had yanked an invisible string.

She blinked once. Twice. Looked at Deathmark, who was still locked into that intense spiritual eye contact with Shadow's shame stick.

Then she looked back at him.

"That's an oddly specific request…"

She said as her face morphed into that signature combo of mild disgust and genuine concern only Rope Girl could master.

"We have literal cloth everywhere. I've got spare masks in my belt. But you want… panties?"

Shadow looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and respawn. He whispered a tiny prayer, then activated that suicidal kind of charisma only broken men used.

"Oh come on!"

He said, flashing an empty smile.

"I just didn't wanna bother you, you know? Why waste a perfectly good mask…"

He trailed off.

『God, that sounded so dumb.』

He laughed nervously.

『Honestly, I can't even imagine wearing Rope Girl's panties on my face. Emma and Gwen, on the other hand, actually like wearing and sniffing my used boxers. Emma once even put a pair of her worn panties inside a burnt lasagna she made for me. And the sad part? Stuff like that has become normal in my relationship… sigh.』

Quickly, he waved his hand at the chaotic lab.

"Besides, this place is a biohazard! Grabbing cloth off the ground? Not exactly sanitary."

Rope Girl narrowed her eyes. Her lips pulled taut.

"But putting my panties on your face is?"

Eyes still hidden behind his hands, Shadow tilted his head.

"What? You got an infection th—"

Sh-click.

Rope Girl's hand was already on the sleek gun strapped to her thigh.

"CHILL!!"

Shadow screamed, one hand shooting up to stop her.

"I surrender! Just don't shoot me, alright?! I'm already naked! What else can you take from me?!"

The stream chat detonated like a tactical nuke.

[Shadow is no hero. Bro is a dedicated gooner 💀]

[BROOOOO DID HE JUST ASK FOR HER PANTIES LIKE IT WAS A LOAN?!]

[There's no coming back from this. Not emotionally. Not spiritually. Not pants-wise.]

[If Rope Girl gives him those panties, I'm framing this stream and hanging it in a museum 🔥🔥]

[Y'all remember when The Peak flirted with her and she kneed his balls into orbit? If she hasn't done that to Shadow yet… she FEELS something.]

└ [Yeah, I kinda knew she was fucking with him 🤷‍♂️]

└ [Especially with the way she be staring at his peen]

[Can someone check if Deathmark's still breathing? She hasn't blinked since the 'pendulum' started swinging. Can she really be that down bad for men? First it was Nightwatch and now its Shadow. Damn, make a choice!]

･･･

Rope Girl exhaled with the weariness of a woman forced to babysit a gremlin.

"Deathmark."

The zombified stare finally snapped.

"Yes, ma'am!"

She yelped, saluting so fast her arm blurred.

Rope Girl pointed at Shadow.

"Give him your underwear."

Deathmark froze.

Like, fully entered existential freeze mode.

Her brain clearly exited the chat.

There was an awful, awkward silence.

Not even the viewers had the words for it.

"OKAY!!"

Deathmark suddenly declared, way too brightly.

She eagerly grabbed the zipper of her purple bodysuit and started pulling it down.

Shadow's whole soul panicked.

"W-, WHAT?!"

He took three staggering steps back, gasping like a Victorian widow.

『Why the fuck is she so okay with this? She knows I'm putting it on my face, right? Like—like a ski mask! What kind of psycho is this?? This is NOT sexy!』

But then he saw Rope Girl's eyes.

They were staring down.

"Y-, You're looking aga—"

"Shut up…"

Rope Girl said instantly, eyes still locked on his junk like she was trying to read an ancient language written in nuts, or perhaps she was trying to count how many veins she could see on his long shaft.

The chat started imploding again.

[YO WHY IS SHE LOOKING?? SHE ACTUALLY LOOKED. OH FUCKKK! IT'S CANON 🔥🔥]

[Bro caught her in 4K, 120fps, 3D Surround Sound.]

[Somebody screen-capped that. Put it in the Shadow x Rope Girl comp.]

[I swear to god if she's blushing I'm throwing my monitor out the window.]

[She definitely want that protein bar between his legs]

└ [Calling it a protein bar is crazy 💀]

└ [She finna munch down on it like a Snickers 😭]

└ ["You're not you when you're hungry" ahh 🥀]

･･･

Then came the zipppp.

Deathmark's pants dropped down, revealing thighs so smooth Shadow actually blinked. For an army girl, she looked like she'd never been in combat. Those thick thighs were glistening pearls carved by angels.

And then… the panties.

Light pink. Teddy bear face. Right over the crotch.

Shadow's brain blue-screened.

"My, my~ are you seriously going to stare at her while she undresses? Deathmark is sacrificing her dignity to help us, and you're ogling?"

Rope Girl spoke sharply.

She gave him a side-eye strong enough to slice steel.

Shadow's pride cracked.

"Hey! You've been staring at my nuts all day! You're not exactly innocent!"

"No I haven't!"

Rope Girl barked, as if the accusation alone defiled her.

It was the first time she was showing this much emotion.

Then her eyes… dipped again.

"You did it again!" Shadow shrieked.

She said nothing. Looked away.

Deathmark smiled as she pulled down her panties.

Nnnnhh~ ❤️

She flinched slightly as she felt the strip of her panties pull away from the damp, tight grip of her pink entrance — it was like a bit of pressure being released all at once.

"Phew…"

And that's when Shadow felt it.

The change.

Their eyes glanced down.

His junk was no longer in 'standby mode'.

His railgun has fired.

"Oh god…" he whispered. "Please kill me…"

[THE DARK KNIGHT RISES 🔥🔥🔥]

[THE SCREEN WENT BLACK?! I WAS BORN IN THE WRONG TIMELINE!! 😔]

[NOOO THEY CUT IT?? I WANTED TO SEE THOSE TEDDY BEAR PANTIES LEAVE HER HIPS.]

[Shadow's erection is peak character development.]

└ [Average Shadow fan 🥀]

[We ARE gooning to this shit 😭✌️]

[RIP to everyone who didn't screenshot fast enough.]

└ [I took a screenshot and for some reason, the pixel around his crotch that used to be vertical is horizontal all of a sudden. I don't know if it was a glitch or something…]

└ [Stay innocent ❤️‍🩹]

[So let me get this. Shadow shows us gore and him brutally beating up villains but doesn't show us THIS?! It's the equivalent of watching ads on CornHub and leaving the site the moment Foxgirl pops up! 😭]

[He's gonna smell that mask and pass out from sensory overload.]

･･･

Deathmark stepped forward.

Calm. Smiling. Panties in hand.

She handed them to Shadow gently.

"I… came extra hard on these, y'know…"

She said softly, so innocently.

"After I grabbed your ass outside. After I saw how romantic you got when you looked at me…"

Her voice trailed. Her cheeks flushed.

"I'm glad I did."

Shadow didn't know how to respond.

He took them wordlessly. Held them up.

The gusset of the panties was still wet.

And very… fragrant.

He slowly pulled them onto his face, adjusting for coverage, mouth tight.

Deathmark placed both hands on his bare chest.

Then, she looked deep into his eyes.

"Thank you."

"… Why are you—?"

"Just… thank you."

Rope Girl sighed, pinched her brow, and muttered—

"Deathmark. Pull your pants up."

"Yes, ma'am!"

She giggled shortly after.

[This stream deserves an Oscar.]

└ [I don't think there's awards for that, big man]

└ [I don't care give it something 🗿]

[Shadow's dignity: 0. His rizz: God-tier.]

[Panty Mask Protocol: SUCCESSFUL.]

[Rope Girl definitely felt something. I can't believe she didn't shoot him.]

[You just KNOW Shadow's gonna keep that mask forever.]