Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 32 Finally, Texting Mister Vigilante!

Miss rcury's smile widened as she stared gleefully at her phone screen, rereading Nightwatch's simple reply for what must have been the fifth ti:

[@NightwatchOfficial: Hello…? 🤨]

The little emoji felt so out of character—or at least based on what she'd seen of him online.

She'd watched his streams in detail, so she definitely hadn't expected emojis from him.

Honestly, she'd expected sothing more awkward, maybe a bit corny and distant. But she didn't know any corny loners herself, so it was hard to think of an exact example. She chuckled quietly, feeling a bit warr inside.

For soone who looked so serious in all his photos, seeing him use an emoji showed a softer, almost playful side to him.

A new spark of confidence bubbled up inside her, and, almost without thinking, her fingers flew over the screen.

[Would you want to go on a date to Cheesecake Factory?]

The mont she finished typing, she froze.

『Cheesecake Factory? Really?』

She felt her cheeks burn.

She shook her head and quickly deleted the ssage.

『He's probably never even set foot in one of those places. No… I'll sound like a kid…』

Her fingers hovered as she thought of sothing else.

[I love you…]

Her thumbs froze as the last words lingered in the text box.

Her eyes went wide, and her heart started pounding all over again.

"Wait… no, no, no! Too much!"

She backspaced quickly, face red as she groaned.

"Gosh, what am I, so crazed fan? What's wrong with for fuck's sake?!"

She covered her mouth and stifled a giggle.

She looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror and was surprised by how flushed and bright her eyes looked.

She hardly recognized herself; the nervousness, the rosy cheeks… it felt just like being in high school again, having a crush for the very first ti.

It was a weird feeling… wild, exciting, and a bit scary.

She placed a hand on her chest and let her heartbeat settle.

"It's been… so long since I felt like this…"

She murmured to herself.

For years, she'd been the untouchable Miss rcury—the face of gaCorp's heroes, a household na with the power, fa, and fortune to match. But along with all that fa ca a strange, lingering loneliness, like everyone admired the image but didn't really know her.

『With him… it's different… it really is…』

She didn't want him looking at the photoshopped posters or glossy magazine covers; she wanted him to see the real her and tell her she was beautiful that way.

『Awww, I feel so cheesy right now…』

It was refreshing.

For the first ti, she felt beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with her fa or powers.

She bit her lip, feeling an unexpected tear prick her eye.

『Maybe it's not the powers or longevity that make soone beautiful or tiless…』

Her fingers trailed along her cheek.

『Maybe it's monts like these that make people feel young, alive, and… real.』

Her phone buzzed and snapped her from her thoughts.

"Oh fuck──!!"

Her heart jumped as she glanced down.

[@NightwatchOfficial: Is everything okay? 🤔]

Her breath caught, and a smile pulled at her lips.

『Ufufu~ he sent another emoji!』

For a mont, she imagined his face—maybe a slight look of concern, his brow a little furrowed, an expression that was sohow both cute and intense.

She giggled softly, hugging her phone to her chest.

"Wonder what he looks like right now…"

She murmured and went back to picturing his face.

『Cute or devilishly handso? Actually... I've never really been the type to well… have a type. So, do I really care about that? I don't know.』

But just as she started typing out a response, a knock sounded at her door which made her jump.

Her manager's voice echoed through the room.

"Hey, rcury? We're ready for your photoshoot! They've got the Weekly Hero's cover set up for you. Front page and everything."

Her shoulders tightened.

The weight of her job simply snapped her back to reality.

She looked at her phone, then over at the door.

『Another front page, another cover, more glam and lights… more of the sa.』

With a sigh, she ignored the voice calling her and dashed to the back door, using her superspeed to race up all forty floors of gaCorp's building in seconds. She reached the rooftop and stepped into the open air, letting the breeze whip through her hair. Up here, she could finally breathe; it was quiet—no caras, no managers—just her and the wide-open sky.

She looked down at her phone.

"Alright…"

She told herself as she took a deep breath.

"I'm Miss rcury. I have over five hundred million followers across social dia. Four SEA honors. A multimillion-dollar bank account."

She squeezed her fists tight and puffed out her chest.

"If I can do all that, I can text a guy… right?"

But her stomach twisted in knots.

"Right?"

Her face flushed again as she imagined typing anything.

It was as if, for all her accomplishnts, this small, vulnerable mont felt like the most daunting thing she'd ever faced.

『Maybe…』

A bittersweet smile appeared on her face.

『…I'm braver in battle than in love.』

She took another deep breath, steeling herself as she looked at her phone screen.

"Alright, just… just write what you feel, rcury…"

She murmured, trying to steady her nerves.

She opened the chat, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the keyboard. And for once, it wasn't about saying the right words or putting on a perfect face.

It was just… real.

Just her, feeling what she felt, with no filters or edits.

After a mont, she typed:

[Hey, sorry for taking forever to reply. I, um… got a little lost in thought.]

She hesitated for a second then pressed [send].

Miss rcury held her phone down and exhaled a long, relieved sigh, as if she'd just conquered a mountain peak.

She even wiped her forehead theatrically as she muttered.

"Mission accomplished."

But just as she started to relax, her phone buzzed again, making her jump like a startled cat. Her heart pounded as she looked down at the screen while her fingers nervously gripped the phone.

"Wait, I just texted him! How is he that fast?"

Miss rcury's heart started racing again. Frustration mixed with excitent bubbled inside her as she gulped and held her breath while she lifted her phone to read the ssage.

[@NightwatchOfficial: What were you thinking about? ? 😏 Wouldn't mind a pretty lady like you lost in thoughts about .]

Her eyes widened as a blush exploded across her cheeks and turned her pretty face as red as a tomato.

"OH MY GOD!"

She stared at the ssage in shock.

"NO FUCKIN' WAY… R-, RIGHT──?!"

Her grip on her phone loosened, and it almost slipped from her hands, but she managed to fumble it back just in ti. With a pounding heart, she read the ssage again as she felt a giddy thrill race through her.

"Why is he flirting with all of a sudden?"

She could only ask herself.

While she felt excited, she was also filled with disbelief.

"Is… is he into already? No… that doesn't make any sense, does it? I-, I don't know…"

But she couldn't help but rember the hints he'd dropped about a girlfriend—wait, ex-girlfriend, if she was rembering right.

"Maybe it didn't work out with her. Maybe they broke up?"

Her face lit up with a spark of excitent, and, in a rush of joy, she threw her arms up toward the sky.

"I'm winning today, universe!"

She shouted while laughing to herself.

She glanced back at her phone right away and a grin spread across her face as she thought about how to reply. Her thumbs moved quickly over the screen, and after a mont of thought, she started typing:

[Are you… trying to flirt with ? 😏]

She hit send and bit her lip, unable to wipe the smile from her face. Not two seconds later, her phone buzzed with another reply.

[@NightwatchOfficial: Is that a bad thing? I thought that's what you ca here for. 🤨]

She chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease now.

『Alright, if he's going to play along…』

She typed back, feeling a little mischievous.

[Maybe. At least it's one of the reasons. I'm starting to enjoy it, though. Didn't expect Mr. Vigilante to be so smooth with words.]

His reply ca almost instantly.

[@NightwatchOfficial: And I didn't expect Miss rcury to be so easygoing. Usually, celebrity won are more guarded about who flirts with them. 😉]

By now, she was fully wrapped up in the conversation.

Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a strange, eager excitent bubbling up inside her.

『I feel so good… right now~ ♡…』

She bit down on the tip of her finger and reread his ssages over and over, as if searching for so hidden aning in each word.

『This is unnecessarily sexual, I feel kinda… ♡ kinda turned on by this ♡♡! Kyaaah~♡! It feels so wrong…』

She let out a tiny, giddy moan and giggled, feeling her heart flutter in a way that made her feel young and wild.

Feeling bold, she typed back:

[What if I want you to do more than flirt? 😉]

She hit send and barely had a mont to catch her breath before his response popped up.

[@NightwatchOfficial: Oh? And what would you want to do?]

Her heart pounded heavier, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper red. This was getting intense, and she felt a strange, almost desperate excitent growing inside her. It felt too easy, too quick for them to fall into this kind of flirtation. Her body felt warm in ways she hadn't felt in ages, and even though her mind said she should slow down, the rush of it all made her hesitate.

Swallowing her sha, Miss rcury's hand reached for her crotch and she felt herself there for a while.

『I feel a little hot here… so unfair…』

She exhaled, but all that pushed out was a moan and hot breath full of hunger and desperation.

『Wait… is this really Nightwatch?』

She took a quick glance at his profile, scrolling up and down just to be sure.

Yes, it was him—his official account.

『He's really talking to like this. How is he coming up with these replies so fast?』

Her stomach flipped, half-ecstatic, half-nervous as she stared at his last ssage. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, while her mind sparked with excitent and the faintest hint of disbelief.

『This feels… so liberating, ahhh~ ♡』

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Scott remained seated on the bench.

His eyes hadn't left the holographic screen floating a few inches in front of him.

The green glow from the System cast a faint light on his face in the dark, highlighting his focused expression. His eyes drifted over the steady stream of ssages from the desperate superheroine, Miss rcury.

"[Hey, sorry for taking forever to reply. I, um… got a little lost in thought.]"

He chuckled, leaning his chin on his hand.

"Lost in thought, huh?"

He could see it all—every single word she typed, erased, and retyped.

ssages that didn't make it past her doubts:

"[Would you want to go on a date to Cheesecake Factory?]"

"[I love you…]"

There was a surprising shyness to her, a sweetness that she kept hidden beneath the corporate superhero persona she played.

The System imdiately chid in his ear with a crisp, almost smug tone:

[Probability calculation: Had you t her in your childhood, an 82% likelihood exists that you would have married by this ti, despite the age difference.]

Scott shook his head, barely able to hide his smile.

"Freaky…"

Pulling a lollipop from his pocket, he unwrapped it, popped it into his mouth, and leaned back.

"This isn't how I pictured spending my night, System, but I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

[Incorrect. You do, in fact, have a choice. If you desire, you could simply ignore her. She would continue to spiral into desperation and obsession until—]

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Alright, calm the fuck down, System. I didn't say I wanted her to lose it. Miss rcury's a pretty hot superheroine. Sure, she's a corporate puppet, but… I've learned enough about her to know she didn't exactly choose that. Just needs soone to point her in the right direction."

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"And, honestly, she seems fun. A little clumsy. I could use soone like that right now. I'm not in the mood to handle so 'perfect' woman, you know?"

[Understood. Terminate the yap and resu communication with the superheroine.]

Scott frowned.

"Terminate the yap?"

He bit down on his lollipop as he angrily muttered.

"Whatever."

With that, he looked back at the screen to reread Miss rcury's reply. Her nervous response was hesitant, with a stamring tone he hadn't expected.

He laughed quietly.

"Stuttering in texts? Aren't older won supposed to be more confident? Sigh~ I guess I've been reading too much onee-san content, haven't I?"

He hadn't even finished musing over it when the System brought up three rapid text suggestions on his screen:

⦿ [Response Option 1: What were you thinking about? Anything interesting? 😉]

⦿ [Response Option 2: Lost in thought about ? 😏 Wouldn't mind a pretty lady like you thinking about .]

⦿ [Response Option 3: Got a little distracted, huh? Guess I've got you thinking too much already. 😂]

Scott shook his head in a "you did your best, but it wasn't good enough" motion, then laughed smugly.

"Do I really need text tips from a machine?"

But as he read over each one, he had to admit, they were surprisingly on point. He tapped the second option, feeling a slight twinge of curiosity about what her reaction would be.

He watched as his ssage was delivered.

A little while later, her reply rolled in.

[Are you… trying to flirt with ? 😏]

Scott felt a smirk tug at his lips.

The System, efficient as ever, tossed out three new responses for him:

⦿ [Response Option 1: Is that a bad thing? I thought that's what you ca here for. 🤨]

⦿ [Response Option 2: You're sharp, Miss rcury. You tell —what's it feel like when a vigilante flirts with you? 😉]

⦿ [Response Option 3: Maybe. But only if you're enjoying it, of course. 😌]

Scott tapped the first option without hesitation.

He couldn't resist the thrill of seeing her taken off-guard.

Each ti she ssaged, the System worked its magic, instantly tossing him three new replies, almost quicker than he could co up with on his own. He was on a roll now, having fun with the odd back-and-forth they were creating. But after those few rounds of playful banter, Scott stopped as he felt his curiosity start to get the best of him.

"How are you so good at generating these responses?"

[Analyzing your brain waves at faster-than-light speeds, Master Scott. To identify response patterns you would naturally produce. These options are direct projections of what you might say in the situation, only faster, to maintain her engagent.]

Scott chuckled.

"So, these are just… my own thoughts but streamlined?"

[Positive. Efficiency is paramount.]

He leaned back as a grin graced his calm face.

Miss rcury's latest ssage appeared on the screen, and each word seeming to carry volus of excitent.

The System imdiately generated three replies:

⦿ [Response Option 1: Glad you're enjoying yourself. I didn't expect Miss rcury to be so easygoing.]

⦿ [Response Option 2: You're making this almost too easy for , y'know? 😉]

⦿ [Response Option 3: Maybe you're just not used to a guy who knows how to have a good ti with you.]

Scott tapped the first response without thinking twice.

With each ssage, he felt the connection between them getting stronger—like it was leading sowhere.

He could tell she felt it too.

The positive energy in her replies were contagious.

It made him feel like he was the one enjoying himself tonight.

"Well… maybe I am…"

It was going well, a little too well.

Until… Miss rcury sent her next ssage.

Maybe she was just feeling extra bold, or maybe she was always built like that but never had a guy flirt with her who made her feel so free.

Either way, as Scott read the first half of her ssage, he could only say one word:

"F-, Freaky──!"

What did he read?

[@rcuryOfficial ☑ : Mister Vigilante, I'm just gonna say it. I like you. I've liked you since I saw you bravely fight off those robbers in your first stream. I don't know, maybe I even love you; it's just so complicated. I know I don't even know much about you besides what you do and why you do it, but I feel that's all humans need to know to really connect with each other. I wanna give you the sloppiest head like those pornstars do, and I wanna feel your hot kisses on my throbbing tits and even between my legs. I always wanted to lose my virginity in a romantic and fancy way, but looking at you, I just want you to take to any phone booth or even a bathroom stall and just bend over like a dog and make experience what every woman my age already has… sweet loving from a man.]

Scott turned absolutely pale.

"Bend you over like a what?"

If only that was all she sent.

[@rcuryOfficial ☑ : I can't stop thinking about you. I want you to co over, lay down, and just make forget everything except the way you feel. I want you to take your hands and slide them over my *** and down my ***, feeling every inch of . And then, when I can't stand it anymore, I want you to use that incredible *** of yours to tease until I'm begging for more. Then **** and **** until I pass out, and when I'm up just **** so hard I'm taken to a hospital, but don't let rest there and just **** and **** so hard that **** and keep **** until you're so hungry to **** in my **** and deep inside my ****!!!]

It was so unholy that even the System chose to protect the little innocence it had left by censoring her text before she could even type it down.

[Apologies, Master Scott. I was unable to predict this outco from the superheroine…]

"M-, neither…"

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anwhile…

Miss rcury was still typing on her phone at super-speed as she drooled thick, slimy saliva.

Indeed, the number one hero of gaCorp was also a huge closet pervert…

…who was let free…