Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 217: Visit, Road Trip

Scott’s sleek black motorcycle pulled up to the gates of Ashgate Asylum.

The sky above was a slate grey, like it, too, was holding its breath. He slid his helt off, letting his wild black hair whip around from the breeze. A faint breath escaped his lips as fresh air t his skin, brushing over that sharp, handso face of his.

At the front entrance, a tall, elegant figure stood waiting with her hands on her hips.

Nurse Benita.

Braided hair. Glossy lips.

Glasses that gave her a sharp, bookish charm.

Slender, stylish, and stunning enough to make even the most delusional patients stop and blink twice.

She greeted him with a cheeky grin.

Her voice was as smooth as warm honey.

The kind of voice that only the most attractive matured won could have.

"Hey there, handso. Been a while..."

Scott didn’t so much as blink.

He placed his helt carefully on his bike, adjusted the collar of his jacket with a lazy hand, then stepped down from the ride like it was just another Tuesday.

"Is my mom ready? I don’t really have ti to wait. I’ve got urgent business in teor City."

His voice was flat. Not cold. Just sowhat distant.

Like soone already thinking three steps ahead.

Without another word, he pushed past the glass doors of the asylum. The sudden motion caused Nurse Benita to blink, then chuckle softly as she followed behind him while her heels clicked gently against the tile.

"Business? Wait—aren’t you, like, eighteen or sothing?"

She asked, tilting her head curiously.

"I don’t wanna sound uncool, but shouldn’t you be thinking about college? Getting into a good program? I know you’re smart enough to walk out with first-class honors and land a top internship anywhere you want."

She clasped her hands behind her back and smiled.

There was such genuine care on her pretty face.

Scott didn’t respond. His focus was on his phone.

He was texting Brigid.

[Make sure you keep your super suit in the Volkner Tech suitcase Emma gave you. Jake and Marcus packed everything else, right?]

A few seconds passed.

Ding.

A photo ca in.

Brigid had both a black and green thong and a white one in her mouth as she winked at the cara.

The caption read:

[Which one do you think would look better on ? I wanna save the black one for the SMPE since it matches my super suit... but honestly, if we’re staying at a hotel tonight, I’d rather wear it now so it’s easier for you to rip off when you wanna devour 😘]

[Or do I just wear nothing down there and wait for you to give it to in the hotel nine inches later?]

[Sorry, nine minutes later! 😳]

Scott winced and muttered sothing under his breath.

He didn’t respond.

Another ping.

[Hellooo? You there??]

Then another.

[My sweet prince? 💞]

Nothing.

[Nightwatch-samaaaaa 😩]

Still nothing.

[Ugh, you’re no fun. Fine, whatever. Marcus packed all the luggage. Jake’s filled up the SUV. Happy now?]

Scott finally smirked, typing back:

[Good girl. I’ll grab you a drink on the way back. And so beef jerky.]

Brigid replied almost instantly.

[Only at I want jerking is yours! Co onnn~ lem have a taste of that unwashed vigilante nut sack 😫]

[Brigid is typing...]

Click. Scott turned the phone off mid-text.

Nurse Benita was still walking beside him.

Now, she was frowning.

She’d been giving him honest advice this whole ti — and he’d just been zoning her out like so background noise.

Scott finally glanced her way with a blank expression.

"Uh... sorry, what were you saying?"

Benita rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Honestly, it feels like yesterday you were just a tiny little boy, coming here twice a year to visit your mom... and ending up having panic attacks in the waiting room."

She gave him a teasing side-eye, gesturing with her hands for dramatic flair.

"I’d have to carry you like a gentle little egg and rest your head on my chest to calm you down. Rember that?"

Scott scrunched his face slightly and looked away—

"I wasn’t that little."

Benita just giggled and scooped her bouncy breasts up with both hands.

"Oh please. You were such a tiny perv even then. Two hours, cuddled up in my chest like it was your safe haven. I’m not saying I’m the hottest woman in the world, but c’mon, even I know I’m cute enough to give so boys very confusing feelings."

She winked.

She wasn’t wrong. While Benita wasn’t as flashy as soone like Emma or built like Gwen, her appeal ca from sothing deeper.

Natural beauty. Warmth. Curves that didn’t lie.

And a quiet confidence that couldn’t be faked.

But Scott wasn’t in the mood for mory lane.

He sighed and kept walking.

They soon reached the visitation booth.

Through the thick, reinforced glass, Martha sat.

Her hands gently clutched the corded telephone, and her eyes fixed onto him the mont he walked in.

She looked... better. Not great. But better.

Scott paused. His fist clenched for a second.

Benita noticed.

She gently took his hand as her soft fingers wrapped around his tense knuckles.

The touch made him relax—just a little.

She leaned close.

"It’s okay, Scott... If you still get those panic attacks, you know you can co rest on my chest again. For as long as you want. I’m here, okay? Like always."

She gave him a soft peck on the cheek and began to step away—but not without casting one last worried glance over her shoulder.

Scott took a deep breath.

Then walked into the booth and picked up the phone.

"Uhm. Hey, Mom."

Martha’s face softened.

There was such relief in her eyes.

"Scott... I know things have been hard lately. I’m so sorry. I’ve never been a good enough mother. I never knew how to help you feel—"

"Look..."

Scott interrupted, tone tired.

"I’m not really in the mood for this. I just wanted to clear things up so you don’t call or try to reach while I’m in teor City for an event.

Martha blinked.

Her lips parted slightly.

Then she looked down at her lap, fingers tightening on the receiver.

"Well... if you want honesty, then..."

Scott raised a brow.

"What?"

"The reason I ca to visit you a few days ago wasn’t just to apologize... I wanted to tell you that—"

"Yeah, yeah. You wanted to say sorry. We’ve been through this already."

"..."

Martha hesitated.

Her voice dropped.

"No. I wanted to tell you that... there’s this man I’ve been seeing. He’s been visiting a lot here. And I just thought you should know. So I wouldn’t be in your way... when I’m finally discharged."

Silence.

Scott stared at her.

"So it wasn’t even to apologize?"

She didn’t answer.

His fingers trembled.

"Right. I almost forgot how shaless you are."

"No, Scott, I—"

CLACK!

He slamd the receiver back into its place and stord out without another glance.

Back at the lobby, Nurse Benita was gently adjusting a patient’s ds when she caught sight of Scott walking briskly through the corridor. She barely had ti to react before the loud roar of his motorcycle thundered from outside.

Through the glass doors, she saw him speed off.

No helt.

No goodbye.

"What...?" Benita muttered.

━ ━ ━ ━

Scott finally got back to the manor.

The sun was still bright, kissing the sleek body of the black Cadillac Escalade where Jake and Marcus were loading the last of the luggage. The scene looked like the final move before a long-awaited road trip.

Scott didn’t say a word.

He just gave a quick smile as he parked his bike and casually swung his leg over the seat. His shoes hit the ground with a firm thud, and he made his way over to the group.

"LORD SCOTT!!"

The first blur to collide with him was Brigid.

She launched herself into his chest like a missile of pure affection, burying her face right into him as she took the deepest, most exaggerated sniff possible.

"Hnnngh~ You sll so good..."

Her muffled voice vibrated against his jacket.

Noticeably taller than her, Scott just chuckled and gave her a gentle pat on the head.

"You been sniffing people again?"

"Tch, I only sniff my lord!"

"Uh-huh..."

"The harsh scent of your unwashed nuts eclipses even that of an expensive french perfu!"

"..."

Marcus gave a sharp salute as a cara dangled around his neck as he stood proudly like a soldier reporting in.

"Everything’s all set, big bro! All the bags are packed, and we’re ready to head out for teor City!"

He then lifted the cara and flashed a grin.

"Can’t wait to take a crap ton of photos there for my school project. I swear, I’m getting an A . No shit!"

With that, he adjusted his lens with dramatic flair and walked over to climb into the Escalade, plopping into the back with the kind of satisfaction only a nerd with purpose could have.

anwhile, Sarah and Jake lingered outside, arms crossed and eyes squinting slightly in the sunlight.

Scott gave Jake a once-over.

"So I’m guessing you’re not coming?"

Jake’s jaw clenched just a bit.

He gave Sarah a quick side-eye before narrowing his eyes at Scott.

"Hrm. You sound way too happy to say that."

Scott simply smiled.

He didn’t even try to hide it.

Still patting Brigid’s head, he replied coolly—

"Heyyy, not my fault."

Jake stared at him with a flat expression.

"Fuck you..."

Scott shot back, "You wish."

Sarah sighed and adjusted her glasses as she started walking to the front passenger seat.

"Co on, we don’t have all day."

But just as her hand touched the SUV door—

Thwap.

A smaller, feminine hand suddenly blocked her.

Sarah blinked.

"Huh?"

She turned, only to see Brigid standing right beside her.

She frowned like Sarah had just murdered her pet.

Scott blinked too as he stared down at the now-empty space in his arms.

"... Wait, when did—"

His voice trailed off, lost in the wind.

Brigid cleared her throat dramatically.

"Ahem. I really, REALLY don’t wanna be that girl, but in the absence of Ms. Gwen and Emma, the only one who deserves to sit at the front with Lord Scott... is ."

There was already a smug, triumphant look on her face as she said it.

Sarah raised a brow, nonplussed.

"I’m not going to argue with a child."

Brigid flinched.

Sarah smiled slightly.

"But I’m pretty sure even Scott would rather sit beside a mature woman instead of a hormonal brat who can’t go ten seconds without fantasizing about the shape of his penis."

"HEY!"

Brigid clenched her fists.

"I can go days without thinking about that thick, long, juicy, creamy piece of white chocolate— ehehe~"

She laughed like an unhinged old man.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"See? A horny little child. And to think you were ranked higher than during the last SMPE..."

As if physically struck, Brigid’s rage hit boiling point.

"Don’t call a child, damn it! I’m way more mature than you think! You should see my laptop—I have twelve terabytes of highly illegal pornography!!"

"Huh—?!"

Scott looked at her like she just confessed to war cris.

"Brigid, that’s... not how you judge maturity..."

He looked so disappointed it could’ve powered a solar farm.

"I’m sitting at the front!!" Sarah suddenly barked.

"NO, I AM!!" Brigid shouted back.

"You’re sitting in the back with Marcus. That’s where you belong, CHILD!"

"NOT!! If I don’t sit at the front, I swear I’ll cum all over this SUV and ruin everyone’s day!"

"That... that doesn’t even make sense!"

"IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO, GENIUS!!"

Scott groaned.

They both turned on him like rabid beasts as their eyes burned like vikings at war.

"WHO’RE YOU GONNA LET SIT AT THE FRONT?!"

They shouted in unison.

Scott looked around for Jake, but all he could hear were very fast retreating footsteps—Jake had already sprinted back into the mansion.

Scott sighed as he dragged a hand down his face.

"I hate you, bro..."

･･･

Half an hour later...

The Cadillac Escalade was cruising down the smooth road to teor City.

Marcus had the entire backseat to himself, his legs spread comfortably as he made adjustnts on his cara and tinkered with his homade photo-editing app. He looked so at peace it was like he didn’t share the sa world as the people up front.

In the driver’s seat, Scott kept his eyes on the road.

Sarah sat on the front passenger side.

And Brigid... had sohow word her way in between as she sat squarely in the middle, arms lovingly wrapped around Scott like he was her living body pillow. She made sure her breasts were very deliberately pressed against his side.

Scott gave her a side-eye.

"You didn’t wear a bra, did you?"

Brigid smiled devilishly.

She hooked her index finger on her collar and pulled it down just enough to reveal soft, bare skin and the tempting sight of her bright pink nipples.

"Could you help check~? ❤️"

She whispered huskily.

Scott stared. Longer than intended.

Brigid giggled. "I saw that~"

Sarah groaned like she was about to throw herself out of the moving car.

"Sir. If you could please focus on the road, that would be lovely. We don’t need to die just because you’re ogling a pair of tits like you’ve never seen breasts before."

Scott quickly turned his eyes forward.

『Shit, regain composure!』

He shook his head in sha.

Brigid pouted, her lower lip jutting out as she grumbled.

"Sarah’s just jealous because my lord isn’t staring at her boobs... face it! Mine are better. Big, suckable, and only gonna get bigger and perkier the older I get!"

Sarah scoffed.

"Please. Scott’s stared at my breasts more tis than I can count. I’ve caught him looking like they’re made of solid gold. n like him? They love it big."

Scott groaned again, this ti lowering his head slightly as though each word stabbed him in the brain.

Brigid gasped like it was blasphemy.

She spun to face Scott, clutching his arm again.

"NO FAIR, MY LORD! If you’re gonna ogle so random hag’s boobs, then at least grope mine too!! Then fuck like a folding chair I don’t even care!!"

"...How do you even—"

Marcus looked up, then decided against it.

"Nope. Nevermind. I got the visual. Thanks."

Scott snapped.

"Can all of you just shut up?!"

"Yes, sir..."

Everyone obeyed, sounding like chastised school kids.

A long silence passed... until—

Brigid giggled again and cuddled Scott like he was a precious teddy bear.

"Ooh~ I love a BBC!"

Scott blinked. "Huh?"

She looked up at him innocently.

"You know, a Big Black Cadillac! Haven’t you heard the song?"

Scott stared blankly.

"No... no... I have not..."

"..."

"Brigid..."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Can you stop touching my penis?"

"But blowjob while driving is top on guy’s bucket li—"

"YOU’RE NOT LICKING ANYTHING!"

"Not even the sgma?"

"..."