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

Overwatch Headquarters…

The world was pitch black.

A deep, cavernous silence blanketed everything, save for the distant echoes of… music? A faint, eerie melody drifted through the void, like some ancient tune lost in the depths of a forgotten cave.

The air was cold, damp.

Faint drops of water echoed somewhere in the distance with an unpredictable rhythm… enough that it was almost quite mocking.

Then came a soft groan, followed by another.

A shifting sound, fabric rustling.

Her eyes cracked open.

Dog Girl's blurry vision adjusted to the dim surroundings, and the first thing she saw was—three people standing in front of her, arms folded, faces serious.

Scott. Emma. Gwen.

Their expressions ranged somewhere between exasperation and mild disappointment.

And then, at the far back… Dark Elf.

Unlike the others, she stood lazily with a bag of chips in one hand as she effortlessly crunched away with a tired look on her face. Then again, she always looked tired, even when she wasn't.

Dog Girl blinked. Once. Twice. Then, she frowned while she scratched her chin as confusion sank in.

"Wait… am I supposed to be at a convention?"

She mumbled, tilting her head.

She squinted at the group in front of her.

"… are you guys my fans or something?"

A few seconds passed before she suddenly gasped as her eyes sharply lit up.

"Oh! No way, that wouldn't make sense! My fans are only guys and little kids who always wanna play with my fluffy ears and tail!"

She placed both hands on her hips and smiled smugly, then closed her eyes as she gave herself an approving nod.

"Hmph! Good thing I took a shower four times this week! That should be enough to keep me clean for them and those scouts from special agencies—my manager's gonna be so proud!"

Her tail wagged excitedly as she imagined the rare praise she'd receive from her stone-faced manager.

Then, another thought hit her like a lightning bolt.

"Oooooh! I should tell Boss too! He'll definitely congratulate me with a head pat!"

At that moment, Scott let out a quiet sigh as his face twitched in discomfort.

"Your boss is here…"

He muttered, deliberately emphasizing "boss" with just the right amount of reluctance.

Dog Girl froze. Her ears perked up.

"Eh…? Boss is here…?"

She immediately shot a glance back at the four as her gaze scanned over them──until her eyes landed on him.

The moment she recognized the man behind the mask of Shadow, her pupils sparkled like twin stars. Her tail started wagging even faster, practically blurring with excitement.

Then, with all the grace of a hyperactive puppy, she slapped both hands over her cheeks and gasped, dragging in air with exaggerated drama.

"OH! IT REALLY IS BOSS!!!"

Without hesitation, she launched herself off the bed.

Scott barely had time to react before Dog Girl crashed into him like a sack of grains, arms and legs wrapped around him in a full-body glomp.

The impact made Scott take a single step back, but he didn't fall──somehow managing to stay upright. Meanwhile, Dog Girl continued her relentless assault, nuzzling against him with pure, unfiltered enthusiasm. Her tail wagged so fast that it might've generated a small breeze.

Watching this, Emma and Gwen's faces darkened.

Both girls immediately radiated silent fury.

Their eyes narrowed like predators spotting a rival.

Just as Emma was about to take a step forward, Dark Elf shook her head slightly, munching on another chip. It was a simple, lazy gesture, but it was enough to get the message across: Not worth it.

Emma clicked her tongue, then snapped her fingers as she looked away.

"Fair enough… Not like Dog Girl of all people could steal our man. It'd take a miracle."

On the other hand, Gwen tightened her fists, visibly containing her frustration. After a few seconds of deep breathing, she finally managed to grumble under her breath.

"Tch. I don't wanna take any chances, but… whatever."

Back in Scott's personal space, things had escalated.

Dog Girl had started licking his face.

Scott's expression immediately crumpled.

His face twisted like someone who had just swallowed an entire lemon──peel and all.

"Oi—quit it."

He tried to shift her away, but she clung on tighter as she continued her affectionate assault.

"Boss is so cute!"

Dog Girl declared with a pout, pulling back just enough to stare into his eyes.

"It makes me so friggin' jealous! From today onward, I want ONLY Boss to give me nothing but hugs, kisses, and most of all—HEAD PATS!"

Silence.

Then.

A loud, synchronized outburst:

"TO HELL WITH THIS PATIENCE SHIT!"

Emma and Gwen marched forward, their faces dark with warlike intent.

Emma jabbed a finger at Dog Girl.

"Know this right now──!"

But Gwen cut in, voice full of menace.

"NO ONE is getting that from our man but us!"

Dog Girl blinked. Then, she smirked as her tail flicked.

"Ehhh~? I dunno about that~"

She teased, clinging even tighter to Scott.

"Boss and I are super close! Right, Boss?"

Still trapped in her grip, Scott exhaled through his nose.

"… Someone get her off me."

Still in the back, Dark Elf just sighed and reached into her bag of chips.

"… Not my problem."

She mumbled, then tossed another chip into her mouth.

And just like that—absolute chaos erupted.

Scott let out a slow breath, his face still scrunched up from the sheer amount of saliva Dog Girl had just smeared all over him.

Yeah. This was getting out of hand.

Instead of trying to pry her off, Scott shifted tactics.

He quickly reached up, fingers expertly digging into the side of her neck, right where the tension naturally built up in beastkin like her.

The reaction was instant.

Dog Girl's ears twitched violently, her tail stiffened for half a second—then, a deep, vibrating purr escaped her throat.

Ahnnnn… ❤️

Her fingers tightened around his muscular shoulders.

"B-, Boss…!"

Her voice wavered, almost in disbelief, as if he had just discovered some kind of cheat code for her body.

Unfazed, Scott kept kneading gently, working his fingers into the pressure points near her ears. Her grip on him only grew tighter. It was like she was trying to fuse into him, pressing so hard against his body that she might as well have been a second layer of skin.

The way she rubbed against him was downright criminal.

"Oi."

He sighed.

"Are you really trying to make me wear you like a damn hoodie?"

Dog Girl let out a muffled giggle as she nuzzled against him.

"Mmmm… hoodie… Boss… sounds so warm…"

Meanwhile, Emma and Gwen stood off to the side as their expressions grew darker by the second.

Not in the mood for another round of death glares, Scott looked up at them and sighed.

"Come on…"

He calmly said.

"You don't need to mind. I already told you how important she is to figuring out this whole Nightwatch mess, so can you just calm down?"

Emma didn't even hesitate.

"Oh, when you're licking the broad daylights out of my cat, have you ever thought to stick your damn tongue in my friggin' butthole──?!"

Scott's entire expression collapsed into sheer disbelief. He immediately looked away as his face twisted like he had just been served a plate of boiled socks.

"Bruh… no?"

Emma jabbed a finger at him as her tone sharpened.

"Exactly! So NO, I will NOT let this be!"

Scott rubbed his temples.

"That was a really weird way to say 'no.' Couldn't you just say it in a straightforward way instead of… whatever the hell that was?"

Emma folded her arms and looked off to the side with a small smirk.

"Well, maybe when you're licking me there… I'd also like you to knock on my backdoor a little. You've got mad tongue game, so showing my butt what that tongue do wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

It was said so smoothly. So naturally.

Not a shred of shame.

The words just landed with a heavy thud in the room.

Like someone had dropped an anvil on a glass table.

At first, Gwen's face twitched──she looked like she wanted to react with sheer horror. But then, an actual thought process kicked in. Her brows furrowed, and she slowly tilted her head, giving it a fair bit of consideration.

"… Hm."

She gave a small shrug, completely nonchalant.

Clearly, she was open to the idea.

Meanwhile, Scott could feel his soul trying to exit his body.

"Wait, what the—No. I can't do that. It's—"

Emma's smirk vanished. Her eyes narrowed.

"Oh, so you think my ass is dirty?"

Scott's lips parted slightly in exasperation.

"No, like, what? No, of course not—"

Emma still wasn't smiling.

"So what?"

She shot back.

"Do you think I don't wash my ass? Unlike little Miss Filth over here?"

She pointed directly at Dog Girl.

Instantly, Dog Girl gasped, her face twisting in pure offense.

"HEY──!!"

The rising tension was suddenly cut by a loud crunch.

All eyes turned to Dark Elf, who, up until now, had been watching the entire exchange with the same exhausted look on her face.

But then, she sighed.

"… Okay, that's enough."

Scott turned to her.

"Wait—just give me a second, I need to get things st─"

SWOOSH—!

Scott hooked at the last second.

A short sword cut through the air and flew right where his head had been.

THUNK!

The blade slammed into the steel wall and embedded itself deep into the metal.

Scott's pupils narrowed as he quickly traced the throw.

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She was still standing there, bag of chips in one hand.

Her expression hadn't changed much.

But her eyes? Dead serious.

Scott exhaled, shaking his head. "… Go on."

Dark Elf gave a small nod. "Good."

She turned her gaze toward Emma and Gwen.

"Do you two feel like shouting, too?"

The entire room went deathly silent.

Emma and Gwen, previously full of fire, now stood stock-still, shaking their heads.

Dark Elf took a slow bite of her chip.

Then she continued.

"For a while now, all of you have been worried about Scott being labeled a terrorist."

She flicked a crumb off her glove.

"And yeah, we managed to dodge most of it by shifting the work onto the other heroes of Overwatch so the media wouldn't focus on Nightwatch anymore. But they're still coming for him. And knowing Rope Girl, she's gonna use any means to get this job done."

Her eyes flicked back to Emma and Gwen.

"So if you see help like Dog Girl—dirty and unexpected as it might be—you take it."

A small pause.

Then, from the side:

"Hey, I'm not dirty!"

Dog Girl grumbled under her breath.

Dark Elf didn't even look at her. She just glanced.

Dog Girl instantly stiffened and her tail stood straight up as she let out a small whimper.

Scott sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Right… so that settles it?"

Dark Elf popped another chip into her mouth.

"Yeah. Now shut up and let me eat in peace."

Scott looked back at Emma and Gwen, who were still visibly holding in their irritation.

They both exhaled sharply, clearly not happy… but they weren't arguing anymore.

For now.

Scott could feel the storm brewing in their heads, but at least, for today, he wasn't getting stabbed.

･･･

Nero Labs, Metro City

The sterile white lights of Nero Labs hummed softly as the high-tech facility operated in the background.

There were two men inside.

The laboratory was a lesser-known branch of Volkner Industries and wasn't exactly the kind of place Isaac Volkner imagined bringing something of this magnitude. Yet, here he was, standing just a few meters away from the floating alien cube, watching as Dr. Frill worked his magic on the computer.

Isaac—tall, sharply dressed, and radiating the kind of presence that made people feel either terrified or deeply obligated to impress him—slowly circled the lab, hands in his pockets. His cold, calculating blue eyes flickered between the rotating cube and the so-called expert before him.

"I'll be honest, Frill…"

Isaac finally spoke.

"I had no intention of bringing this thing here. Frankly, I don't have much faith in this lab—never have. But my secretary practically begged me to give you guys a chance, swearing up and down that you might be the right team for this."

His lips curled into a smirk.

"And now? I'm starting to reconsider everything—that including firing her."

Dr. Frill, a lean man with glasses that sat slightly crooked on his nose, smirked without looking up from his terminal. He pushed the frames up with a single finger and exhaled.

"Well, Mr. Volkner, I suppose she had a point. A good one at that. Because so far—"

He glanced toward the cube and watched its slow, controlled spin.

"—I've already identified the cube's origin. And I'd say that's impressive enough, wouldn't you?"

Isaac exhaled through his nose, then crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, of course, Frill. You'd say that. But I didn't throw millions of dollars into this just to hear you play Where's Waldo? with an alien rock."

His expression darkened.

"I need to know my friggin' money isn't going down the damn drain."

Dr. Frill took a step forward to inspect the swirling particles emitting from the cube as it continued its hypnotic rotation.

His voice was calm, methodical—like a man unraveling a puzzle only he was capable of understanding.

"The elements composing this artifact? Nothing found on Earth. That much was obvious the moment we ran initial scans. But it's more than that. This cube… it doesn't belong to our galaxy either."

Isaac arched an eyebrow.

"And what? You're gonna tell me that it's probably from a race of higher-dimensional beings next?"

His voice was heavy with sarcasm.

Dr. Frill merely adjusted his spectacles again.

"Actually? Yes."

Isaac let out a short, incredulous laugh.

"Jesus. That's the best you've got?"

Dr. Frill sighed, then motioned to a nearby frequency generator.

"The nature of this device suggests it reacts to molecular-level sonic vibrations. If you let me proceed, this generator could be the key to unlocking its secrets."

Isaac's gaze lingered on him for a long moment before he exhaled and waved a hand dismissively.

"For your sake, Frill? I hope it is."

Dr. Frill didn't wait for another word—he simply straightened his back, cracked his knuckles, and pressed a button on his console.

Instantly, the cube's rotation accelerated.

Faster. And faster.

The air in the lab grew thick with energy as static crackled in every direction.

And then—the ground trembled.

Isaac's eyes darted toward Frill. "Shut it off."

Frill was already hammering every button in reach as his face grew slightly paler than before.

"I'm trying! It's not responding—"

Before Isaac could bark another order, a column of red light erupted from the cube, shooting straight into the sky with a deafening roar. The very air shattered around it, like space itself was being torn apart. The beam sliced through the clouds, pierced past the stratosphere, and then—

—It didn't stop.

It went past the moon.

Past Mars.

Beyond the solar system.

Across the galaxy.

And on a distant planet in another star system…

Something—or rather, someone—noticed.

Pontius V – The Warfront

The planet's surface was cold, metallic, and bathed in the soft glow of artificial suns. Towering citadels reached toward the sky, constructed with an alien precision that made even the greatest human cities look like mere villages in comparison.

Standing on the balcony of a massive warship was a woman who gazed at the distant sky as her piercing blue eyes locked onto the crimson beacon stretching across space.

Her skin was a deep, rich brown, her black hair styled in a messy pixie cut, yet somehow still perfect. She wore a sleek, white bodysuit, trimmed with glowing blue circuitry, plates of armor reinforcing her shoulders and forearms. Every inch of her carried the aura of a seasoned general—strong, commanding, untouchable.

And yet, beneath all that… she was stunningly beautiful.

The kind of beauty that could be admired in silence.

The woman's lips curved slightly.

"So… that must be the beacon of the Draveks."

A new player had entered the board.

General Thalvion.