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

— Sub-level Seven, Volkner Labs —

Rope Girl stood there, her black-gloved fingers holding the sleek, high-tech mask of the ATAM VI. The cuffs on her wrists clicked softly as they adjusted, aligning seamlessly with her bio-signature.

The suit hugged her hourglass body with a quiet hiss.

She took a breath, ready to slip on the final piece.

But she paused.

Nightwatch was watching her.

Arms folded. Eyes smiling.

That narrow-eyed look screamed smugness without saying a single word.

"… What?"

She asked flatly. Clearly she was irritated.

Nightwatch raised his hands innocently.

"Oh, nothing. I was just gonna say…"

He smiled underneath his mask.

"… you look good in that suit."

She glared. Hard.

Then, with a small huff, she slid the mask on.

The moment it clicked into place with the neck collar, a soft pulse of light ran across her body.

The accents on the mask lit up in sync with the suit.

"Shut up…"

She mumbled, folding her arms and looking away.

But Nightwatch saw it…

The tiny flicker of embarrassment behind her eyes.

The twitch in her brow.

The way she looked away too quickly.

Now, he was completely sure that she had to put on that mask before saying anything—maybe to hide her blushing cheeks or just because she felt so embarrassed for helping a "terrorist."

The whole thing was just hilarious to watch.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

Her voice cracked slightly — emotion creeping in.

Nightwatch chuckled beneath his own mask.

And with that, they stepped out of the room.

[This is the ATAM V right???]

└ [Nah, this is the ATAM VI. The ATAM V has a lil more armor and weapons, but this one's built for CQC and stealth. He designed the VI for Meteor City ops, while the V was made during the fight against Grave and his crew.]

└ [Then why doesn't he just use that super suit that he used against Red Titan? 🤔]

└ [Ehhh, nanites or whatever… 🤷‍♂️]

[Rope Girl + Nightwatch TEAM UP?? Brooo what is happening tonight?? 😳]

[Bro I'm legit Nightwatch's TOP subscriber and I don't have that suit!!]

[DROP THE SUIT AS MERCH RIGHT NOW! 🔥]

└ [Or at least do some kinda giveaway, like damn 🙄]

└ [He's a hero, not a businessman 💪]

[NAH the chemistry between them??? I'm here for it]

[Did y'all see her go full tsundere???]

└ ["Shut up" = she's in love confirmed.]

└ [You guys call anything tsundere 😒 she just isn't feeling him and y'all are still like "she want him" when she clearly doesn't for fuck's sake!]

･･･

Booms rumbled through the floor beneath them like approaching thunder.

Rope Girl glanced down. Her brow furrowed.

"They're close. Let's go!"

Her metal lasso was ready.

She cracked it once like a whip, then launched it at the nearest ceiling vent.

KRANG!

The vent cover flew off and clattered to the ground.

Rope Girl vaulted up, slipping effortlessly into the shaft.

But she paused.

Poked her head back out.

Her short black hair fell downward like a curtain.

"What're you doing──?!"

Nightwatch was crouched by a wall panel, one of his cuffs connected by a cable to a keypad. A holo-keyboard hovered over his wrist as his free fingers tapped rapidly

"Shhhh──!!"

He hissed angrily.

"Downloading the blueprints. Could be useful later."

Rope Girl frowned.

"… Well you don't have to say it like that."

Her mouth scrunched up in that wobbly annoyed pout.

[Did she just get lowkey hurt by his tone?]

[Bro really said "shhh" to Rope Girl like that?? 💀]

[She was just worried about him… 🤦‍♂️]

└ [RIGHT?? He's such an ass! 😡]

[Nah he should show her more respect, fr]

[Bro Nightwatch you gotta WORK on your tone man]

[Tbf the man is multitasking in a high-stress situation.]

･･･

"THERE THEY ARE!!"

Trickshot's voice shattered the moment like a hammer.

Rope Girl's head whipped to the side — her eyes wide.

Cain and Jane were charging down the hallway below as their heavy footsteps pounded so hard it felt like the whole place was shaking.

They let out deep, terrifying roars—

ROOOOOOOAR!

The entire hallway shuddered.

Even Nightwatch felt his body go numb for a second.

『Nghk──! That's a strong roar…』

He stumbled slightly but caught himself.

"GO! GO! GOOO!!"

He screamed as he slapped the console closed.

Next, he launched into the vent just as Cain dropped to all fours like a charging beast.

Rope Girl didn't hesitate — she spun and bolted through the air vent.

Nightwatch barely got in when—

THWMP!

His face smashed into soft, warm resistance.

"… MMPH?!"

It felt like his face slapped against two balls of meat.

Rope Girl jerked forward in shock.

"Wha──?!"

Before she could say more, a gasp escaped her lips.

"AHHNN~ ❤️!!"

Her back arched unwillingly.

[AYO WHAT JUST HAPPENED]

[no way he just face-dived the cheeks]

[LET ME SNIFF THAT SHIT DAWG, PLEASEEE 😭]

[Nightwatch the man you are 😤]

[Bro got the worst best seat in the house!]

[R.I.P. Nightwatch's dignity]

[Tell me I didn't just hear her moan]

[WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY AAAAA]

･･･

"MMMFF—MOVE!"

He shouted — or tried to — but it came out as vibrations against her ass cheeks.

These vibrations also tickled her special place.

The more he screamed, the hotter her pink purse got.

"HNNNN~ ❤️!!"

Her eyes twitched.

Her knees nearly buckled

Her cheeks turned beet red under the mask.

"WHAT'RE YOU DOING, PER— PERVERT?!"

Her voice cracked.

It wasn't just rage.

There was fear, shame, vulnerability.

Nightwatch froze for a millisecond.

Not because he was embarrassed — but because he saw it again. That look. That deep, complex fracture in her otherwise cold persona.

But then—

BLAM! BLAM!!

The vent behind them buckled.

Cain's monstrous fist punched up through the ceiling to tear steel apart.

"MOVE!! MOVE!!"

Nightwatch shouted as he shook off the chill and scrambled forward.

Rope Girl hissed and pushed forward — trying to ignore the weight of his face on her backside.

"You're crawling too close!" she hissed.

"I have to, I almost got FISTED by Cain!" he growled.

She gritted her teeth.

"Next time, you crawl in front. I'd rather see your damn ball print than have your face in my ass!"

"…WHAT?!"

Nightwatch blinked, flustered.

"You're saying it like it's my fault! You're the one panicking and rubbing your butt in my face!"

"I definitely did NOT!"

She snapped.

"Don't think I don't know what men are like! I may not date or whatever but I KNOW perversion when I see it! AND THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!!"

She protectively placed a hand over her butt.

[She is SO DONE with him right now lol]

[I mean… if you're gonna die, that's the way to go]

[That convo had no brakes]

[I'm here for the "ball print" quote]

[PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS! 🔥🔥🔥]

･･･

Their pace didn't slow — if anything, they were crawling like elite tunnel rats now.

BOOOOM!

Another fist ruptured through the ceiling below them.

Nightwatch narrowly dodged the impact as he scooched back and gasped.

"Too close…"

"No time for that!" Rope Girl hissed. "Where next?!"

He checked the holo-screen.

"Right! There's a vent exit—right in front of you!"

Rope Girl didn't hesitate.

She kicked the cover open and slid through.

Nightwatch followed a second later.

THUD.

Both landed gracefully.

They were now in what looked like a lab.

Rope Girl rested her hand on her massive hips and gave him a simple—

"Nice work."

It sounded more like a teacher trying to be polite about a kid's messy drawing than a real compliment.

Nightwatch frowned, then smirked under his mask.

"You too. To be honest, I didn't think your fat ass would fit through that vent."

She punched his shoulder lightly. "Jerk…"

[He really SAID THAT 😳]

└ [The Peak prolly punching a wall rn 😭]

└ [FR tho, he has a thing for Rope Girl and Bella Trevors and none of them give a damn. They wanna fuck with a real G and that's my glorious king, Nightwatch 🤷‍♂️]

[HIPS DONT LIEEEE]

[I would've died in that vent and smiled]

└ [Imagine she farts in the vent and you're the only one there to take in all that sweet smell 🤤]

└ [Are we deadass rn? 🥀]

[Her "nice work" was savage af]

[Ship is real. I see it now.]

Deathmark and Nightwatch just better 🤷‍♂️]

･･･

Rope Girl looked around. "Where are we…?"

Nightwatch's eyes swept the bizarre lab equipment.

Artifacts.

Mutated plant specimens.

Odd glowing matter in vials.

"This is… an Anomalous Materials Room?"

His fingers danced over his wrist console.

"Not our main objective. But…"

His eyes widened.

" …Wait. There's stuff here I can use. A lot."

"What are you saying?" Rope Girl asked.

But then, she raised her guard.

DOOOOM! — the twins were close again.

It didn't bother Nightwatch.

He just stood there with a hand on his chin.

"I have a plan. I think I can whip up an antidote."

Rope Girl blinked. "Antidote?"

"For the Terror Twins."

She stared. "Then what're you waiting for?!"

Nightwatch grabbed a metal crate.

"Get that UV-Vis spectrophotometer!"

"On it!"

"And the nitrogen cooler!"

"Alright!"

"And those thermal flasks!"

"GOTCHA!"

Both started frantically shoving equipment and chemicals into metal crates.

They were completely in sync.

BOOM!

Cain and Jane tore through the wall like massive drills.

"RUN!" Nightwatch barked.

They both grabbed their crates and ran.

Jane launched forward like a battering ram — straight at Rope Girl.

But she flipped over her with incredible agility, spun mid-air, and cracked her metal lasso forward. It wrapped tight around Jane's thick neck and latched to the ceiling beam. When she landed, the impact jerked Jane upward. She choked and let out a rough roar as her big body hung in the air, swinging and struggling wildly.

ROOOOOOARRR!

Jane continued to scream as she choked.

"Fuuu—" Rope Girl gasped.

Cain charged. Full beast mode.

She bolted, meeting Nightwatch mid-run.

"Nice thinking!" he shouted.

"WHERE'S THE DAMN ACCESS TUNNEL?!"

[BACKFLIP CHOKE OUTTTTT 🔥]

└ [kinda moves my girl want me to pull of in bed 😔]

└ [we did NOT need to know this 😭🙏]

[That was CLEAN!]

[THAT LASSO MOVE NEEDS TO BE IN SLOW MO]

[Nightwatch: "I have a plan." The plan: runaway]

└ [Let Goatwatch cook 🗿]

[Finally, SCIENCE gets a W!!]

･･･

"THERE IT IS!"

Nightwatch shouted, skidding to a stop as he pointed at an access tunnel across the lab floor.

Before he could even blink, Rope Girl blitzed past him as she sprinted full speed, flipped midair, and ripped the vent cover off in one seamless, gravity-defying move. She landed with a catlike crouch, and in the split second her boots touched the ground, she twisted and dived in.

"Wha—"

Nightwatch snapped out of it and dove in after her.

Just in time.

"RAAARGHH!!"

Cain's furious roar echoed through the sub-level.

He charged too late—his massive frame slammed against the tunnel entrance, shoulders too wide to follow.

He pounded at the wall in mindless rage as the metal bent under his fists.

KRANG!

The whole sub-level shuddered.

･･･

SUB-LEVEL 10

Holo-panels hovered mid-air.

Precision tools gleamed under white-blue lighting.

The ArcForge Omnifabricator was set.

And so was a crude mini-lab.

Nightwatch was already working.

Holographic blueprints glowed above his workstation.

There were microchips, coils, data circuits.

Rope Girl landed softly behind him.

"The heat and motion sensors are down, and the security cameras are on a loop. We're clean."

No response.

She leaned in to see what he was building.

Scott was fusing parts together in mid-air with careful precision.

Without looking up, he started to explain—

"Before we retreated, I snagged a sample of the serum those twins used. I'm trying to reverse-engineer it. Maybe… synthesize an antidote. But it's rough. Unknown compound. Might need a reaction catalyst."

He swiped and the 3D holograms shifted.

"Gonna jury-rig some Arduino parts to hack into the UV-Vis spectrograph. Vape coils and 3D printer motors can be used to process vaporized elements. Makeshift coils can pick up the radiation spectrum from the mutagen residue."

There was no centrifuge, so he jammed the serum into a makeshift one—spinning it using drone rotors and a printed bicycle crank.

It looked insane, but it worked.

[Yo, is that an ArcForge MK-II???]

[That centrifuge is criminally smart.]

[He's isolating base proteins through rotor-generated shear force. I can't even isolate my laundry.]

[MY QUEEN IS BACK!]

[HOLY SHIT! Arduino hacks + vape coils? Man's cooking AND smoking]

[Ahhh yes, I'd definitely trust Nightwatch over my chem professor any day.]

[I didn't know chemistry could be hot.]

---

Moments later, a loud chime rang out.

Every holo-screen across all sub-levels lit up.

It showed a terrifying sight.

Deathmark.

Strapped to a steel platform, unconscious, bruised and barely breathing.

Then, Trickshot swaggered into view.

He grinned like the devil.

"Three minutes…"

He twirled a butcher's knife.

"That's how long you got to get to sub-level 11… or I start carving her like a Thanksgiving turkey."

He threw the knife like a shuriken.

It stabbed into the steel, inches from Deathmark's face.

"Isn't this fun…?"

His grin faded into a scowl.

"Three minutes. That's all you're getting."

The screen cut off.

Rope Girl exhaled through her nose.

"I hate to be that person right now, but—"

Nightwatch raised a finger to silence her.

Then he turned and held out two small vials—half-filled with a vibrant green liquid.

"This… is Reversion-X."

Her eyes widened.

"I can't turn off the transformation, but I might be able to destabilize the mutation. Trick the body into rejecting it and regress the changes."

He tossed her one.

Rope Girl caught it, then studied the vial.

"So you're reintroducing a competing agent to force out the Mutagenium from their gene receptors…"

Nightwatch blinked. "Wait—you know that?"

She gave a small, crooked smile.

"You're not the only one with brains, you know."

He stared.

"Uhm…"

It was the first time he'd ever seen her smile.

But now wasn't the time.

[SHE SMILED! ROPE GIRL SMILED!! CLIP IT!!]

[He made her smile! MY GOAT GETTING RIZZY 😭🙏]

[IS SHE A NERD TOO?!?]

[Nightwatch.exe has stopped responding.]

[SHE SMILED—AND NOT EVEN UNDER TORTURE.]

[They're officially my OTP 🔥]

["Competing agent"?? This girl needs a podcast.]

[Reversion-X better be in stores by Christmas.]

[LET'S GOOO RESCUE TIME!!]

･･･

SUB-LEVEL 11

Trickshot glanced at his wrist display.

"Time's up."

He turned to Deathmark, her face a bloodied mess.

"Guess they don't care after all. Makes things easy. Doc should be finishing up the next prototype soon."

He raised his gun.

Barely conscious, Deathmark smiled through the pain.

"… the hell you smilin' at?" he asked.

Before he could pull the trigger—

CRACK!!

Rope Girl dropped from above and kicked the gun out of his hand.

"BITCH!"

Trickshot roared, diving for a second weapon—but she was faster as she slammed her boot into his neck and hurled him across the floor.

Cain and Jane charged in.

Rope Girl flipped, snatched up the dropped handguns and fired at Jane.

TINK-TINK!

The bullets bounced off her stone-like skin.

Cain lunged—

"HEY, MOOBOY!"

A voice came from above.

Nightwatch dived from the ceiling and grabbed Cain's elongated nipples before hitting the ground.

"AAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Cain screamed as his milk sprayed uncontrollably and splashed Nightwatch.

[HOLY—HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE NIPS!!]

[That milk SPLASHED like a critical hit. 💀]

[This is assault. I love it.]

[Nightwatch swimming in that dairy life 🔥]

[I CAN'T UNSEE THE MILK 😭]

[MOOOO-VE over Cain, Nightwatch is built different]

I've missed glazing my glorious king like this 😭]

･･･

Still drenched in milk, Nightwatch grunted and pulled on Cain's nipples, using the force to vault over him. He flipped mid-air, grabbed the brute's thick neck, and suplexed him straight into the floor.

BOOOOM!!

The concrete cracked. Cain groaned.

Before the beast could rise, Nightwatch shoved the vial into his mouth.

"Swallow."

Cain gagged—and began to change.

His hulking form twisted, bones creaked, flesh morphed.

He shrunk back to a normal human.

[THAT WAS INSANE]

[Cain just got de-hulked!]

[Nightwatch made it look EASY.]

[THIS STREAM IS LEGENDARY]

[LOOK AT HER FACE—SHE KNOWS THEY CAME!!]

･･･

Still strapped, Deathmark's puffy, bruised lips curled into a smile—softer, grateful.

"… they came… uhn…"