Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 68 Messages, Calls, Meet Ups

Erald Hill, teor City…

In a very dark warehouse, Scott sat slumped in a cheap, squeaky swivel chair as his legs rested lazily on a massive black tal case.

His head tilted awkwardly to the side and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as thunderous snores echoed throughout the cavernous space.

The flickering overhead lights barely illuminated the countless black tarps and towering stacks of tal cases scattered across the floor, giving the place an oddly post-apocalyptic vibe.

Suddenly, the obnoxiously loud ringing of Scott's phone shattered the ominous silence.

It jolted him awake with a loud snort.

"Gah──!"

The chair spun wildly and the montum launched Scott onto the cold, hard floor with a painful thud.

"Son of a—!"

He groaned and clutched the back of his head as he lay there for a mont to let the pain settle.

… ding! DING!

The relentless phone continued to ring and vibrate obnoxiously on the case next to him.

Still grumbling, Scott grabbed the phone and squinted at the bright screen. His annoyance quickly turned into shock as he saw the barrage of notifications:

[18 Missed Calls: Maya (15), Commander Lisbon (3)]

…

[Commissioner Lisbon: Saw your stream. Good work on stealing the intel. When are you delivering it?]

[Commissioner Lisbon: Nightwatch, pick my damn call you son of a bitch! I can't fucking be calling a man more tis than I call my husband!]

[Commissioner Lisbon: You better have a really good reason for dodging my calls! ANSWER!]

…

[Gun Nut: I hope you're still on for 8 p.m. ヾ(＾∇＾) I'm thinking of wearing sothing tight… anticipate ✨]

[Gun Nut: It's almost 8 p.m. Hope you're ready. This lead on the missing kids looks solid.]

[Gun Nut: I talked with Rope Girl, she uhh, said she won't be able to make it since she has sothing to deal with in NYC. It would've been your chance to finally et her. So… it's just and you as usual. Fun, right? ( ˘･з･)…]

…

[Maya: I know you said you'd send the location, but I flew ahead. I'll wait for you to finish.]

[Maya: Uhh, I've been here for an hour… don't know where you are, can you please tell ?]

[Maya: Scott… are you still mad at ?]

[Maya: I spent about four hours searching for you, and you're not picking my calls. I'll just co again tomorrow if that's when you're okay with seeing . Take care…]

…

Scott sighed and let his head fall back against the case.

"Fuuuuck…"

He rubbed his temples and glanced at the ti.

… 7:43 p.m.

"Shit!"

He scrambled to his feet.

"I overslept again."

He looked around the warehouse.

Black tarps covered most of the items, but he knew what was underneath: stacks of high-tech equipnt, prototypes, and unfinished projects.

He sighed again and ran a hand through his ssy hair.

"Man… I really gotta thank Emma for letting use this place. But damn, it's a disaster zone in here. Maybe I should, I don't know… clean up? Set so stuff up?"

He shrugged, already dismissing the idea.

"h. Later. Priorities, Scott."

Tapping the screen of his wristwatch, the warehouse suddenly lit up in full, revealing rows of sleek display cases lining one side of the room. Scott walked over to the largest tarp and yanked it down to expose six pristine suits in their cases.

"Heh, ATAM-1 to ATAM-6…"

A weird pride was in his voice.

His eyes settled on the sixth suit.

"This one's the latest. Deathmark and Emma love it for so reason. I'm sure it's because it packs my junk in the weirdest way possible. I need to adjust that later…"

He scratched his chin.

"Not as bulletproof as the ATAM-5, barely any special features and no CAT integration… but hey, they can't all be perfect, right?"

No reply.

"Sigh~ I'm talking to myself…"

Pressing his palm against the scanner on the case, a soft hiss sounded as the glass slid open.

"Alright, big guy. Let's go."

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… 8:03 p.m.

Scott landed silently on the edge of a crumbling rooftop overlooking Bleakridge Avenue. The mont his boots touched down, he was hit with the suffocating stench of pollution and decay.

"FUCK──!!"

He quickly activated his mask's air filter function.

"Slls like ape shit here…"

The Hollowpoint Slums were a different kind of hell.

Trash littered the streets, smog flowed thick in the air, and the distant crackle of gunfire from Ember Street was just like background music.

Scott crouched low and really took in the grim scene.

"Wow…"

His voice was distorted by the modulated filter in his mask.

The ATAM-6 suit fit him perfectly, almost like it was a part of his body.

Its sleek black and gray armor was lined with electric-blue LED strips that glowed softly. He also had silver cuffs on his wrist that housed his sleeker, faster wrist-mounted grappling hooks for easier mobility.

"This place is a fucking ss…"

He shook his head.

"How have I never been here before?"

Scott sighed.

He scanned the desolate streets of Bleakridge Avenue.

『I guess I'll just go look for them instead…』

Just as he was about to move, a sudden, soft buzz in his ear interrupted him.

A familiar ringtone followed.

He tapped the small device in his ear. "Hello?"

A tired, familiar voice answered.

"Hey, how's my favorite overworked superhero?"

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Emma? What's up?"

Emma sighed audibly.

"You sound like a cheating boyfriend right now. Should I be worried? Do I need to hop on a train to teor City?"

Scott chuckled softly as he shook his head.

"No, nothing like that. Actually, I'm just surprised you called. We were supposed to do a video chat at ten, and here I was thinking I was late for it."

Emma let out a soft, playful giggle, though it was heavy with ntal exhaustion.

"Nah, I just wanted to call earlier. Had a really crappy day, and, well… I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Makes feel better."

Scott crouched lower, still keeping an eye on the chaotic streets below.

"What happened? Sothing go wrong?"

"Don't worry about it…"

Emma replied quickly.

"I don't want to dump all my crap on you. Just hearing you's enough for ."

A small yawn escaped her lips after.

Scott sighed as his eyes swept across the avenue for any unusual movent. Gang shootouts echoed faintly in the distance, but the street below seed otherwise empty.

"Well, as much as I'd love to chat, I've got sothing serious lined up with Commander Lisbon and Deathmark tonight. Important stuff."

Emma chuckled like she had a dry throat.

"Wow. Other won getting more of your attention than ? That's crazy."

Scott laughed softly.

"Don't worry. When I visit you in tro City in a few days, I'll make sure you get all the attention you want."

The line went quiet for a second, and then Emma's voice brightened.

"Wait, you're really coming?!"

"Oh yeah… and I'll be coming twice that day."

Scott said with a perverted grin, a rare one.

Emma's laugh was light but just as perverted.

"Oh? Bad boy~ ♡"

Scott's face softened as a thought crossed his mind.

He leaned back a little and let his balance shift against the edge of the rooftop.

"Emma?"

"Yeah?" Her voice was soft, curious.

"I, uh… I went to see Gwen today."

Emma paused. "Oh? How's she doing?"

"She's doing alright…"

Scott said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"She's… recovering, you know. But, uh… I kinda need to tell you sothing."

Emma's tone turned careful. "Alright… what is it?"

Scott hesitated as he stared out into the polluted city.

"When I talked to Gwen, things got a little… heated. She kissed . And, well… I kinda kissed her back."

The line went dead silent.

Scott felt a jolt of panic shoot his chest.

"Emma? Hello? You still there?"

Finally, her voice ca through, calm but thoughtful.

"Well… did you feel anything for her?"

Scott scratched the back of his head, wobbling slightly on the roof edge to keep balance.

"Uh… kinda? I an, Gwen was my first love or whatever you call it, but… Em, trust , I'm really sorry. I didn't an for it to happen."

Emma sighed softly. "It's fine."

Scott blinked, surprised. "It's fine?"

"Yeah. After kissing Gwen, do you love any less? Or think I'm old news?"

"What? NO──!"

Scott shook his head vehently, even though she couldn't see him.

Emma, old news? Just the re thought of it sounded like an unforgivable abomination! Enough that he was hungry to beat up sothing already.

"Of course not!"

"Then it's fine…"

Emma said with a weary chuckle.

"It's like food, you know? You can like potatoes and chicken, maybe even eat them together. Liking one doesn't an you throw the other away."

Scott groaned. "I still feel like a dick, though."

"Well, you are a dick."

They both laughed and the tension quickly eased.

Scott placed a hand on his chest.

『Phew~ thank goodness, no drama… I don't think I can handle anymore of those today.』

He couldn't see it, but Emma already had a dirty look on her face and an even dirtier thought in mind.

"But you're my dick. Like literally my dick. So you better hurry up and co to tro City soon. I'm a cowgirl and I've got sothing I wanna ride."

Scott giggled almost like a little child.

"Uh oh, looks like the S-Train's coming to town. Chuga chuga choo-choo!"

"Never say that again…" Emma replied flatly.

And with that, she hung up.

Scott frowned a bit.

"Damn, I thought it was kinda cool."

Just then, movent caught his eye.

Near a flashing cop car in the distance, he could see two figures standing there.

One of them was definitely Commander Lisbon.

Scott straightened as he cracked his neck.

"Finally."

He leaned against the rooftop's edge and let his body tilt forward just enough for gravity to tug at him.

He took a deep breath, then pushed off with his legs, diving into the night with a smooth forward flip.

… Swooooossshh!

The air roared past his ears as he plumted like a deadly missile.

About halfway down, a grappling hook shot out from his wrist with a quick, chanical click.

The cable unspooled smoothly and stretched across the gap until it latched onto the corner of a far-off building.

The line went tight with a jolt and snapped his freefall into a controlled swing. He soared above the narrow alley below and dodged the piles of trash and flickering streetlights as he glided through the city.

『Ohoho, I should surprise Lisbon!』

Scott let go of the grappling line at the perfect mont and planted a foot against the side of a building.

"… HUP!"

Using the montum, he ran horizontally along the wall for several paces before flipping down to street level. He landed softly behind Commissioner Lisbon, who was engrossed in a stack of papers under the dull light of her nearby cop car.

Scott tapped her left shoulder lightly and smirked as she instinctively turned to her left. By the ti her head moved, he was already walking around to her right.

"Ello, Commissioner…"

He spoke in a flimsy Cockney accent.

"You're late. I woke up late, too, but look who still got here first. Safe to say I'm more punctual than the chief of police?"

Lisbon frowned and snapped the folder shut as she turned to face him.

"Cute. Real cute…"

She sounded very flat.

Her eyes scanned him, from his smug eyes to his lean build, before she gave him a raised brow.

"You know, when I heard about the Nightwatch who stopped fifty cris last week and helped drop the city's cri rate by eight percent, I thought I'd be dealing with… I don't know, a grown, muscular man."

Scott flexed his arm with a small chuckle.

"Hey, I'm muscular."

Lisbon looked unimpressed as she lazily looked away.

"Uh-huh. Sure thing, buddy."

Before Scott could reply, he felt a firm squeeze on his ass that made him jolt forward a step.

"Whoa, what the──!!"

He turned his head to see Deathmark standing behind him, her hand unapologetically gripping his ass. Her cute smile grew even cuter as she tilted her head slightly.

"Hi, Nighty!" she said cheerfully.

"Uh… hey, Deathmark…"

Scott replied with a strained voice as he gently tried to peel her hand off.

But… she had a gorilla grip

"What's up?"

Scott tried to sound casual. Maybe she'd stop now?

Instead of letting go, she squeezed harder and her smile was still sohow cute and innocent.

"Does it always feel this nice, or is it just ?"

Scott groaned as his face twisted in embarrassnt.

"Do you have to be freaky? You know this counts as abuse, right? What if I did this to you?"

Deathmark giggled like a teddy bear coming to life.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head coyly. Your next read is at empire

"You might as well do it now. ❤️"

Finally, Scott managed to free himself from her grasp.

He quickly stepped back and held up his hands.

"Yeah, no. Not doing that."

"Aww~"

Deathmark pouted as so strands of her blue hair fell into her eyes. She blew them up with a small huff as her oddly attractive pout deepened.

Scott took a mont to really look at her.

Deathmark was… well, Deathmark.

A B-tier hero with long blue hair tied in a ponytail that seed to shimr between dark and light hues, thanks to her force-gene. Her purple eyes sparkled with life, and her bodysuit—a tight blend of purple and black—showed off a figure that was both athletic and dangerously curvaceous.

In other words, she was a colorful psycho with curves in all the right places.

『Hrmm… this nut shouldn't be a superhero, let alone be trusted with a gun.』

She was undeniably attractive, but Scott had seen enough gorgeous won lately that it barely fazed him anymore.

『I can't believe I'm saying this, but the bad bitch market needs to slow down. I can walk the streets of tro City and find won working as a barista badder than so hot model of so ga brand. Sigh~ sothing has to be done…』

Lisbon punched him lightly on the arm and snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Alright, lover boy, where's the information you promised this old lady?"

Scott rubbed the spot where she'd hit him, acting as though it really did hurt.

"Ow. Easy on the rchandise, Commissioner."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small pen drive, and handed it to her.

Lisbon snatched it up and tucked it into her trench coat.

"Whatever you and Deathmark find in that warehouse, let know. I've got to get ho before my husband starts texting passive-aggressively again."

"Wait, warehouse?" Scott asked, confused.

But Lisbon was already walking back to her car.

Deathmark poked him in the side and grinned.

"Yeah, I said I got a lead on the missing kids' case, silly, rember?"

Scott snapped his fingers. "Oh, right. That."

Deathmark giggled again.

"Co on, Nighty. Let's go be heroes."

Scott sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, let's."

"So, do you think my cal toe looks fat in this suit?"

"Bro, what…?"

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Note: Another chapter very soon. Next chapter will be a freaky and unhinged one, turn back now (ﾐ〒﹏〒ﾐ)