Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine Chapter 99 Tonight on the KKK Show III

Nadia's Apartnt, tro City…

The television screen displayed a paused image of Bella Trevors' Insaflick post, showcasing her bold Nightwatch cosplay.

[Always had a very hot, wet thing for these dark and broody vigilantes. ❤️ #NightwatchCosplay #HeroCrush]

The two stared blankly at the screen.

Nadia blinked first. "Wait…" she said slowly.

Scott's head tilted as the realization struck both of them simultaneously.

"She did a Nightwatch cosplay?!"

They exclaid in unison, snapping their necks to look at each other before whipping their gazes back to the screen.

"HUH──?!"

The sheer absurdity of the mont hooked both of them before Nadia broke it with a laugh. She playfully punched Scott's shoulder, making him wince.

"Damn, you sly guy! I didn't know you were so popular that Bella Trevors is thirsting over you!"

She grinned from ear to ear.

Scott rubbed his shoulder with a half-annoyed, half-flustered expression.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I just hope Emma doesn't see that post… I don't want any problems."

Nadia raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.

"Hm? Why would that be an issue? It's not like she'd get mad just because so other chick is crushing on you for being, y'know, a popular celebrity."

Scott waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not a—"

Nadia cut him off, smirking as she leaned back on her chair.

"Besides, there are, like, thousands of guys on the internet doing, uh… 'tributes' to Emma's pictures, and you don't hear complaining."

Scott froze, his face twisting into an awkward grimace.

"Uh… that last part wasn't necessary. And for the record, I'm not a celebrity—I'm a superhero. Big difference."

"Eh, fair enough…" Nadia said with a shrug.

Scott stood as he shook his head, but when he took a step, he staggered slightly.

"Scott──!!"

Nadia shot to her feet and grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Hey, you okay?"

She asked, her face close enough for Scott to notice every little detail about Nadia's beauty.

Her skin was so smooth it gave her face a buttery, cocoa-like glow. The rich brown of her hair, combined with her striking eyes and flawless coffee-toned skin, gave her a foreign beauty that Scott wasn't used to seeing.

He blinked a few tis before stamring.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit stiff from all the rest."

"You sure? Need anything? I'll grab it for you…"

Nadia offered with that usual firm yet gentle grip.

Scott tugged at the hem of his shirt, grimacing.

"This one's kinda gross. I wanted to grab a fresh one."

Before he could react, Nadia leaned in closer as her sweet, strawberry-red lips inched toward his as if she wanted to tease him with a sensual bite or a lingering kiss.

『Wh-, What's she trying to do?!』

Scott's eyes widened in panic as he leaned his neck back, thinking she was about to do sothing far more… intimate.

Instead, she took a long, deliberate sniff of the fabric.

During what felt like an awkwardly long mont, all Scott could focus on as Nadia sniffed his T-shirt was the back of her neck.

For so reason, he found it oddly attractive—maybe it was the small patches of sweat that stuck her hair to her soft, smooth skin, or the slender curve of her neck.

Either way, it sent a warm flush rising in his chest.

After a mont, she pulled back, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, it's not that bad. Honestly, it's more of a manly sll. If Emma or Jenna were here, they'd probably be all over you by now. Haha~"

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

"Uh-huh… just please don't project your weird fetishes onto Emma, okay?"

"I don't have a fetish!"

Nadia scowled and threw a light punch that Scott caught with ease.

"Better luck next ti…" he teased, grinning.

The two shared a brief laugh before their attention snapped back to the TV as the comrcial break ended.

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INN's Studio…

The lights dimd slightly as Konrad Kain returned, his smug grin widening as the cara zood in on him.

Beside him, The Peak looked utterly defeated, sweat dripping from his brow as his golden tights clung awkwardly to his trembling legs.

Konrad held up a remote like it was a scepter.

"Ladies and gentlen, since Bella Trevors' post went live, Nightwatch-related clips on WeTube have surged by ten million views. And get this—Nightwatch's official Instaflick and Chirper accounts have grown by a staggering 40%! Now, tell , Peak, how do you feel about this?"

The Peak sputtered, jerking forward.

"Forty percent?! Are you telling he grew that much because of her cosplay?!"

"Well…"

Konrad reclined in his chair with a smug face.

Anyone of the viewers or even the audience could tell he was enjoying this──but certainly not The Peak.

"I'm sure there are other reasons, but let's not forget—she didn't exactly cosplay you, did she?"

The audience erupted in laughter, and The Peak's face turned dark as his jaw screwed shut so tightly it looked like his teeth might shatter.

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Phone in hand, Nadia scrolled through her feed.

"Whoa. He's not kidding. Your follower count's been exploding lately."

Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I've been so busy recovering that I haven't even touched social dia. Well, besides checking updates on Emma's dal ceremony."

Nadia rolled her eyes.

"Slightly more followers? Dude, 'slightly' is like… a major understatent."

Scott shrugged as he brushed it off.

"Eh, I've got bigger things to worry about."

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Trevors Estate, LA…

Bella adjusted her silk bathrobe, letting it slip slightly to reveal the smooth, golden skin of her juicy thighs.

With casual elegance, she picked up her crystal glass of brandy and swirled it slowly before taking a deliberate sip. The liquid ward her throat as she exhaled softly, savoring the taste.

Her eyes went back to the television, where her own Insaflick post, showcasing her sexy Nightwatch cosplay, still lingered on the screen.

The corners of her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Do you think he's seen it yet?"

There was such a honey in her voice.

"I an, it's popular enough, right?"

She took another sip as her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Maybe then he'll fall for . You know… rogue vigilante ets proper lady from a rich family?"

She giggled softly.

… Mhm-mmm~ ❤️

It was a sound as smooth as the silk of her robe.

She leaned back into the plush cushions of her couch.

The brandy glass twirled in her fingers as she spoke to no one in particular.

"Of course, I'm not into that whole stupid bad boy and preppy girl trope. If anyone's into that cliché, it's that try-hard, dumb, blonde bitch Jessica Nocturne."

Her expression soured as she took a slower sip.

"Nope, I'd rather charm Nightwatch with my beauty. Make that brooding, grim vigilante blush for once."

She laughed as she set the glass down on the table.

Her attention shifted to the laptop sitting beside her.

With a quick tap, the screen flickered on, revealing a slew of blog articles and trending posts.

"Now, let's deal with this Mr. Handso…"

Her expression turned serious as she scanned the screen.

Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the touchpad as she navigated through articles of the sa topic.

[Who is tro City's Mysterious Blue-Eyed Prince?]

[Is This Handso Stranger the Next William Roosevelt?]

[The Internet's New Obsession: SCOTT!]

The headlines were unavoidable.

Bella's lips pursed as she skimd through the posts.

One blog read:

[William Roosevelt might've finally t his match. Sure, Roosevelt's a model and ridiculously fit, but this new guy? He's got that raw, untad charisma. The kind you can't manufacture in a photoshoot.]

└ [Yeahhh, Daddy Scott is so gorgeous 😍!!]

└ [LOL, imagine saying all this and he turns out to be underaged, that would be… sothing 😳]

└ [You say that, but I'm sure there's nothing underaged about what's in those pants of his. 🤭]

└ [I'd let him shove jelly beans up my ass, then punch them out and feed them then to !]

└ [I wanna bend Scott over, pull his luscious black locks back, arch his back, make him arch his back, and wreck him like an iron fist going through a wet sheet of paper, ugggh~]

Another argued:

[The Internet has a low attention span. In a month, this guy will be forgotten, especially if he doesn't start a modeling career. Roosevelt's got staying power—this guy's just a flash in the pan.]

└ [Based asf 💅]

└ [I'll have Roosevelt over Scott any day!]

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Bella rolled her eyes.

"Idiots. As if the Internet ever forgets soone that hot."

More posts popped up.

Brands like Numa Clothings and Wilhelmina Jansen made open offers:

[We saw a clip of this 'blue-eyed prince' on The Peak's stream. We'd like to offer him a high-paying modeling contract for our new line. If anyone knows how to reach him, please contact us at this email.]

Another from Blue Force Inc. offered a lucrative deal:

[We're looking to bring this young man onboard for our latest unisex footwear campaign. Anyone who can provide contact information will be rewarded with an exclusive supply of our newest designs.]

The comnt sections were ablaze with speculation:

[All we know is his glorious na's Scott. But that's enough to find him!]

[He's probably not a social dia guy. Did you see how uncomfortable he looked on stream? Definitely not a fan of fa.]

[Why are we even debating this? Handso guys like him either have an account, or they don't. We'll find him soon enough!]

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Bella sighed dramatically, then leaned back into her lounge chair.

"Wow… the guy's practically being hunted by half the fashion world. And no one's found him yet? What is this, amateur hour?"

She opened her Chirper account.

Quickly, her slender fingers flew over the keyboard.

Bella Trevors (@OfficialBellaTrevors):

[Okay, seriously. Can soone help find this guy already? Since when did the Internet take this long? Usually, it's two to three days, max. I'm trying to help him out and find a male lead for my next movie. And no, do NOT fuckin' tag William Roosevelt. 🙄]

She hit send, and within monts, her post was flooded with responses.

[Girl, we know you just want him for yourself. Nightwatch or Scott—you can't have both!]

[This is why I hate celebs. They always hog the hot guys. Leave so Greek gods for us re mortals!]

[Because gods need queens, not peasants. 😂]

[Why the sudden William Roosevelt hate? He's still the hottest man alive.]

[Bella's just salty Roosevelt wouldn't collab with her. If he did, he'd be in all her music videos.]

└ [LIES. Bella doesn't like him, so he's not in her music videos. It's that simple.]

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Bella smirked and sipped her brandy as the notifications poured in.

"Jealous much?"

She closed the laptop with a satisfied click.

Her thoughts lingered on Scott, imagining the blue-eyed prince's reaction to all the attention.

"Don't worry, darling~ ❤️ Once I find you, this world won't know what hit it."

She raised her glass in a silent toast to the future.

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INN Studios – the Konrad Kain Show

Konrad adjusted his tie as the applause died down.

"So, ladies and gentlen, it seems we've stumbled upon a rather… interesting revelation tonight."

The audience chuckled softly.

Konrad gestured toward the crowd.

"From everything said, posted, and shown, it appears we've proven that Bella Trevors—Arica's sweetheart, the darling Daddy's girl—is more into a nace to society like Nightwatch than an Arican idol like The Peak here."

The audience humd in agreent, nodding silently.

The Peak straightened in his seat, raising a hand quickly.

"Well, th— That's not really established yet…"

He couldn't hide the pitch and stamr in his voice.

"I-, I-, I an, we can't really say that."

Konrad arched an eyebrow, faking surprise.

"Oh? But just monts ago, you seed pretty against the idea of you and Bella dating. What's the matter now, Mr. Peak? Getting cold feet?"

The Peak waved dismissively, pressing his back against the plush couch.

He laughed awkwardly.

"Ahh, no, no! That's not it. I'm not saying I'm, y'know, attracted to Bella in that way or anything. I'm just saying I wouldn't call myself a… second option."

Konrad leaned back in his chair as a sly grin creeped onto his face.

"Oh, trust . You're not a second option."

The Peak's tense posture relaxed slightly, and he managed a confident smile.

"Heh. Of course."

He licked his palm and slicked back his hair, the gesture exaggerated for effect.

The audience laughed lightly.

Then Konrad struck. "No, you're actually a third option."

The Peak froze mid-motion, his hand still in his hair.

"Eh?"

"Let's back that up, shall we?"

Konrad snapped his fingers, signaling the tech team.

The massive green screen behind them flickered to display two images.

The first showed The Peak and Scott, side by side, from one of The Peak's earlier streams. The second was a screenshot of Bella's latest post on Chirper, highlighting her eager hunt for the mysterious Scott.

The audience erupted into laughter, and The Peak clutched his chest dramatically.

"Oh, co on!"

He groaned with a red face as he glanced at Konrad, then at the audience.

Konrad grinned wider, then leaned forward on his desk.

"It seems, my dear Peak, that our adored hero can't seem to get much praise these days. And now, even Bella Trevors doesn't seem to care! She's smitten with Nightwatch and this Scott. In fact…"

He paused to let the tension build.

"It looks like *chuckle* Bella might be in love with every man but you!"

The crowd roared with laughter as The Peak looked helplessly at Jerry who was still seated nearby.

Jerry avoided his eyes and bit his lip to suppress a laugh.

At that point, he was even turning purple and tears were squeezing out of his eyes as he slapped a hand over his mouth to better silence the laugh.

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Back at Nadia's Apartnt…

Scott groaned, slapping a hand over his face.

"Oh, great. This again."

Perched beside him on the couch, Nadia leaned in close.

Her slender shoulder pressed against his muscular one as she giggled.

"Ohooo, it's you! You're all over the news again!"

Scott sighed as his hand dragged down his face.

"Trust , I know. I thought people were over this whole thing with The Peak's stream. Why does it have to co up on national television?"

Nadia tilted her head and grinned.

"Don't worry. At least you're not famous for doing sothing stupid."

She poked his side teasingly.

… Tee-hee~!

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Back in the studio, Konrad continued his tirade.

"Now, don't get wrong. Bella's taste in an ugly, monstrous beast like Nightwatch is absolutely stupid and unnecessary."

He paused and let the crowd murmur.

"But her taste in this young handso man right here? Oho, absolutely valid."

He gestured toward Scott's image on the screen.

"Look at that jawline! The quality of his black hair! And those blue eyes... As a man with three daughters, let tell you, I'd want a handso guy like that to be my son!"

The audience laughed even more, and Konrad turned to The Peak.

"No offense, Mr. Peak. You're handso too."

The Peak forced a tight smile. "Oh… great. Thanks."

Konrad wasn't done.

"But hey, we're both n, right? We can't really say what makes this Scott guy so special. So, luckily…"

He clapped his hands together once and grinned at the cara.

"We're bringing in an expert."

He pressed a button on the desk, and the green screen switched to a ringing call.

The na [Jessica Nocturne] appeared in bold letters.

The audience gasped excitedly.

"Ladies and gentlen, two-ti Oscar-winning actress and the queen of the supernatural genre, Jessica Nocturne herself, will weigh in on the Scott Phenonon!"

The Peak paled visibly as sweat beaded on his forehead.

As the ringing continued, his mind raced.

『There's no way this bastard is seriously calling Jessica Nocturne to talk about that… THAT Scott!』

He glanced nervously at the cara.

『If they bring up that slap incident, I'm dood…』

And then, Jessica answered.