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

Chapter 130 Bellarama

Emma's Mansion, Metro City

The living room was a little dark, save for the glow of the massive television dominating the far end. Plush leather couches surrounded a sleek glass coffee table littered with half-empty snack bags and soda cans.

The entire place was drowning in silence—aside from the occasional crunch of Dark Elf's chips—yet the silence in the room was almost deafening.

On the screen, across every news channel, was the same damn thing.

Scott and Bella.

Marcus sat in the middle of the couch, lazily slumped with the remote in hand, expression deadpan as he mindlessly flipped through channels.

Click.

"This rising model, who just signed a multi-million dollar contract with BlueForce, was seen on a cozy spaghetti date with her hero just moments after their steamy kiss—"

Marcus sighed heavily. His thumb pressed the button.

Click.

"America's eye candy, Scott McQueen, swooped in to save Bella Trevors from a terrifying kidnapping attempt! And as a thank-you, the award-winning actress and platinum-selling musician rewarded him with a kiss that has the whole world talking!"

Marcus' eye twitched.

He cut his eyes toward Gwen and Emma, who both sat beside him, silent and impassive.

Another deep breath.

"This better not be the same shit again…"

He muttered, flipping the channel.

Click.

"And as we approach the end of the year, we never expected a romance of this magnitude to bloom! Bella Trevors, originally in town to focus on her music and upcoming film role, seems to have been struck by Cupid's arrow—by none other than Metro City's newest candy! A love story for the ages!"

Marcus groaned.

Click.

"Honestly, I think we can all agree Scott McQueen and Bella Trevors are a dream couple! Imagine the angels their children would be! Stunning genes on both sides!"

Click. Click. Click. Click.

No matter the channel, it was always the same.

The same goddamn thing.

And if it wasn't the same regurgitated story, it was worse—some stations outright edited the pictures to make it look like Scott was completely into it.

"The kiss was fantastic!"

"He was clearly waiting for it—longing for it!"

"Look at that body language! He's practically melting into her embrace—"

"Imagine kissing Bella Trevors! I think that's something every American man has on their bucket list, HAHA!"

Mute.

Marcus tossed the remote onto the table with an exhausted sigh.

Now that the unbearable noise was finally gone, Gwen turned toward him, arms crossed.

"Can you just pick a channel and leave it?"

Marcus shrugged.

"There's nothing on. Just news about Bellott."

Gwen's brow instantly furrowed in disgust.

"No one's calling them that."

Still munching, Dark Elf swallowed before lazily.

"Actually, people are calling them Scella. Way more natural. Flows better."

Gwen whipped her head around.

"Elfie! What the hell?! You're supposed to be on my side!"

Dark Elf blinked, confused.

"The only Elfie I know is the pornstar."

Then, just like that, she went back to crunching on chips.

Marcus exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

His eyes shifted toward his aunt.

She hadn't said a single word.

Odd.

He wasn't the only one who noticed—Dark Elf and Gwen also turned to look at her.

For a moment, there was just silence.

Emma, noticing the stares, tensed slightly. "… What?"

Marcus rubbed his chin. "Uhh, it's just…"

Gwen hesitated, then gestured vaguely.

"We kinda expected you to… y'know…"

Emma frowned. "Know what?"

More silence.

Marcus and Gwen exchanged glances, neither wanting to be the one to say it.

Finally, Dark Elf sighed, swallowed her last chip, and stretched her arms.

"They expected you to go batshit crazy over this. You know… considering your history."

"History of what?"

"Of being a deranged, perverted freak, of course…"

"Eh?"

Emma blinked.

Dark Elf reached for another handful of chips but paused mid-motion.

She tilted her head slightly, then added an afterthought.

"Uhh… no offense."

Emma squinted.

Then she leaned back against the couch, arms crossed.

"… What? You guys seriously thought I was gonna go full psycho over this?"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Emma scoffed. "Oh, come on. What am I, some kinda jealous ex-girlfriend stereotype?"

Marcus, Dark Elf, and Gwen all answered at the same time.

"Yes."

Emma's eye twitched.

Dark Elf licked some salt off her fingers and pointed at the screen.

"You don't care about that?"

Emma glanced at the frozen image—the high-definition shot of Bella deep in Scott's mouth.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

"… Look, do I like that this is the first thing I see when I turn on the TV? No. Am I mad about it? Not really."

Gwen's eyes narrowed slightly. "Not really?"

Emma hesitated.

Then she exhaled sharply, rolling her neck.

"Alright, fine. I don't love it. But it's not like I'm gonna run out there and claw that bitch's eyes out."

Marcus smirked. "Progress."

Emma shot him a glare.

Dark Elf popped another chip in her mouth.

"Damn. Here I was, thinking I'd get a front-row seat to some crazy ex drama."

Emma rolled her eyes.

"Please. If I was really mad, you'd know it."

Gwen crossed her arms.

"That sounds like something a mad person would say."

Emma groaned. "Oh, shut up."

Gwen just smirked.

The conversation settled for a moment, but the heft of the image on-screen still loomed over them.

Eventually, Dark Elf broke the silence again. "Sooo…"

Everyone turned toward her.

Dark Elf swallowed her last chip and licked her fingers clean.

"Who's gonna tell Scott?"

A long, heavy pause.

Then Marcus, Gwen, and Emma all turned toward each other.

No one said a word.

No one volunteered.

They just sat there, staring at each other like it was a damn hostage situation.

Dark Elf grinned.

"Not it."

Soon after…

The low rumble of an engine purred outside, its powerful growl slicing through the quiet. A sleek, jet-black Lamborghini Huracán rolled into the driveway, its engine letting out a deep, satisfying rev before shutting off.

From his spot on the couch, Marcus' lips curled into a knowing smirk. He stretched his arms over the backrest, tilting his head toward the others.

"Heh. Looks like the man of the moment has arrived."

Gwen arched a brow. "Took him long enough."

Dark Elf licked more of the salt from her fingers and tossed the empty chip bag onto the table.

"I dunno, I half-expected him to show up through the window like some anime protagonist."

"Why… would he so that?" Gwen looked lost.

Dark Elf shrugged. "Uhhh… because he has a harem?"

"…"

A moment later, the front door swung open.

Scott stepped in, still looking just as luxurious as he was when he first stepped out.

His sharp features were set in mild confusion.

In each hand, he carried a white shopping bag from one of those fancy gourmet stores—probably snacks and drinks.

But he barely made it past the threshold before stopping dead.

Because every single person in the room was staring at him.

Not just looking. Staring.

Wide eyes. Unblinking.

Like he was doing something insane.

Like snorting molten lava out of his nostrils.

Scott blinked. His gaze darted between Marcus, Gwen, Emma, and Dark Elf.

The silence was so thick he could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator far away.

"… Okay."

He slowly lifted his hands, as though being held at gunpoint.

His voice was calm but firm.

"Nothing happened, alright? It's really not like that."

He walked past them, shaking his head, heading toward the kitchen.

Behind him, Marcus snorted before breaking into a laugh.

"Cap."

He shook his head, barely holding back his amusement.

"I knew you had game, Big Bro, but I didn't know it was this good."

Scott sighed, setting the bags down on the counter.

"Marcus, shut up."

Arms crossed, Gwen turned toward Emma.

Her lips pursed slightly.

"Should we really be this calm about it?"

For someone asking such a question, she sounded quite calm and unbothered.

Truly, Dr. Goode's sessions were worth it.

"Our man just got kissed wet and hard by an industry vixen who's stolen a lot of women's men."

Equally unbothered, Emma just leaned back against the couch and folded arms.

"Heh."

A small, confident smirk curled her lips.

"I can't be bothered."

Gwen raised a brow. "Really?"

Emma nodded.

"At the end of the day, my fanbase has way more depraved, hopeless men than Bella's. No way in hell is she stealing Scott from here. My butt isn't bigger than hers, but it's most definitely better… and let's not talk about my chest and big, big heart unlike that yellow dipshit singer! "

Dark Elf lifted an eyebrow.

"Uh… is that really something to be proud of?"

Gwen squeezed her face.

"And besides—is that even how it works?!"

Scott chuckled as he strolled back to the couch. Without hesitation, he plopped down beside Emma, threw an arm over her shoulder, and gently pulled her against his chest.

He flashed a relaxed smile.

"Not really. But in the end, it doesn't matter what the news says."

He exhaled tiredly.

"They're more known for lying, anyway."

Then he tilted his head slightly.

"Honestly, I'm surprised none of them mentioned the fact that I walked out on Bella earlier today."

Silence.

Then—

"WAIT, YOU WALKED OUT ON BELLA TREVORS?!"

Marcus and Gwen shot forward in shock.

Their voices practically shook the walls.

Scott blinked, caught off guard by their reaction.

"… Uh. Yeah?" He frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"

Marcus just stared at him, completely flabbergasted.

He was struggling to even find the words.

"Wait… what the—"

His jaw dropped slightly.

"I mean—I know my aunt is hot and all, but I find it really hard to believe that you actually looked at Bella and didn't even think to spend a day with her…"

Scott just gave him a flat look. "And?"

Marcus' eye twitched. He threw his hands up.

"AND?! Bro, massive celebrities like Lil Kwon—a popular-ass rapper—paid five freaking million dollars just to spend a single day with her on those online date auctions! And you just walked out?!"

Scott's expression didn't change. "… Yeah?"

Marcus screamed.

"THAT'S LITERALLY YOU SHUTTING AWAY MOST OF YOUR CAREER! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH YOU'VE MISSED FROM NOT TRYING TO COLLABORATE WITH BELLA TREVORS?!"

Before Scott could answer—

WHAP.

Furious, Emma snatched a throw pillow and hurled it at Marcus like a bullet.

It hit him square in the face.

Hard.

"ACHK—!!"

Marcus let out a strangled noise before toppling off the couch, hitting the tiled floor with a loud thud. He groaned, rolling from side to side as his hands clutched his stinging face.

Emma rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on. I didn't throw it that hard."

Dark Elf sucked in a breath. "No, you totally did."

Emma chuckled.

"Whatever."

She flipped her hair.

"Besides, the only reason I don't see any point in getting worked up over this whole Bella drama is because I know exactly what kind of person that dumb bitch is."

Gwen hesitated. "… That's a little harsh."

Emma scoffed.

"You should've seen what she did to me."

She exhaled sharply.

"More than anything—today might just be one of the best days of my life."

She smirked.

"The Peak got treated like scum, and Bella just found out that not every man will take her bullshit just because she's a pretty blonde with blue eyes and a big ass."

Scott chuckled at that.

Before he could react further—

Emma suddenly launched herself at him.

"MY SWEET MAN~ ??!!!"

She practically tackled him in a tight hug, squeezing him so hard he could barely breathe. Then—

She started bombarding his face with kisses.

A lot of kisses.

Like a dog who missed their owner.

Scott just kept a calm face, letting her do her thing, a soft smile on his lips.

Gwen crossed her arms, pouting slightly.

"Jeez. I wanna give Scott plenty of kisses too."

Emma finally paused.

She turned to Gwen as her smirk turned impish.

"If you want, you can~"

She spoke very smoothly.

Then, her grin widened.

"Maybe we should give him the double combo blowjob, since he was such a good boy."

She gently tickled Scott's chin.

Scott immediately smiled like the sun.

Gwen's face heated. "…Oh my god."

Dark Elf grabbed another handful of chips.

"Man, this house is wild."

"Tell me about it…" Marcus sighed.

Now lazily munching on her fresh bag of chips, Dark Elf lifted a single finger.

Before anyone could even begin to celebrate this whole mess being over, she had something to say.

"… Before we start closing the book on this."

Her voice was its usual flat monotone as her red eyes barely glanced up from the TV remote.

"Maybe we should check in with the number one most reliable man in the news."

Silence.

Then, in unison, every single pair of eyes in the room drifted toward Scott.

Scott, who had already let out a deep, tired sigh before they even said anything.

"Really?"

He tilted his head as his voice carried the weight of pure exasperation.

"You guys actually wanna watch that liar, Konrad Kain?"

Emma snorted and gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

"Relax."

She leaned against him casually.

"Konrad Kain hates Nightwatch, not Scott McQueen. You'll totally be fine."

Still rubbing his face from the pillow attack earlier, Marcus crumpled his brows.

"Wait a minute—"

He squinted.

"What does Konrad Kain hating Nightwatch have to do with how he feels about my big bro?"

The room fell silent.

Then—

Everyone but Dark Elf exchanged an awkward laugh.

Of course, Dark Elf kept her usual dull expression, ignoring the tension as she scrolled through the channels.

Click.

Click.

Click.

And then—

The TV switched to Konrad Kain Live.

There he was.

Konrad Kain, sitting behind his desk, his expression set in a deep, contemplative frown. The African-American journalist adjusted his glasses, then stared directly into the camera.

His voice was firm.

"First thing's first—let's get something straight."

He placed his papers down and folded his hands.

"The Peak is a real hero. One of the biggest heroes in America and across several nations. That's undeniable. He's saved more lives than I can count, and he's done more for the people of this country than some small-time, princess-faced model like Scott McQueen ever could."

Scott groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"Oh, come on."

He shot a glance at the others.

"There's no way this man makes a living out of chewing both me and Nightwatch!"

Rather than sympathize, everyone in the room just turned to him, pressed a finger to their lips, and—

"SHHHHHHH!!"

Scott's eye twitched.

"… Really?"

He squeezed his face in frustration and looked away, arms crossed.

Meanwhile, Konrad Kain continued.

"There are actually people—foolish, inexperienced podcasters—calling this the romance of the century just because of looks."

He exhaled sharply.

"They may joke a lot on this show about The Peak, because we love him. But there's nothing funny about this."

He slammed his fist onto the desk.

"Bella Trevors—a whole Bella Trevors—has been deceived by this adolescent Greek god Scott McQueen, and everyone's just fine with it?!"

His voice grew even more animated.

"Only a pinhead would compare years of self-sacrifice and courage to the childish and destructive antics of this ticking time bomb that is Scott McQueen!"

The audience in the studio clapped and laughed wildly.

And Konrad?

Konrad soaked in their praises with his usual smug smile.

Right then—

Click.

Dark Elf turned off the TV.

And instantly, everyone but Scott turned toward her, wide-eyed.

"Why'd you turn it off?!"

Dark Elf and Scott, at the same time, raised a finger.

Everyone else immediately went silent.

They listened.

And then—

There it was.

A low, heavy, chopping sound.

A rhythmic pulse in the air.

Faint, but getting louder.

Gwen's brows furrowed. "What… is that?"

Marcus blinked, looking around.

"… A helicopter?"

Emma tilted her head. "Huh?"

Without hesitation, everyone rushed out of the mansion.

And what they saw—

A golden helicopter was spinning in Emma's massive mansion courtyard.

Shiny. Elegant. Luxurious.

Marcus let out a low whistle.

"Wooooah."

His eyes practically sparkled.

"Who the hell owns a golden helicopter?"

And then—

A ding echoed in Scott's mind.

A notification from his System.

[A special occasion has been added to your Harem Schedule. Set in 20 minutes' time. The individual you will be spending the next precious three hours with: Potential Harem Candidate—Bella Trevors.]

Scott's entire body stiffened.

His eyes slowly widened.

He lifted his head.

"Wait. What?!"

And as if on cue—

The helicopter door swung open.

And stepping out, hair blowing dramatically in the wind—

Bella Trevors.

Dressed in a stunning, deep red dress, designer sunglasses on, lips curled in a confident smirk.

She waved at Scott.

Her voice rang out, sweet and sultry.

"Oh, Scooooott~! ??"