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

Chapter 131 Cat & Dog

The moment Bella's striking blue eyes landed on Scott, they lit up like fireworks.

Without hesitation, she bolted straight for him, her red designer dress flowing dramatically behind her.

"Scotttt??!!"

And before anyone could react-

She tackled him.

Hard.

Scott barely had time to tense up before Bella's arms wrapped around his torso in a death grip while her cheek pressed firmly against his chest.

From the helicopter, Butler Morgan slowly exhaled, placed a hand over his face, and sighed as if he had aged ten years in a single second.

"… Honestly, it's like that woman can't read the room."

On the other hand, Scott kept his expression calm and composed, even as Bella's breasts drilled into his chest and her perfume practically invaded his senses.

His arms? Firmly raised up in surrender.

He wasn't touching her.

Nope.

Not even a little.

But that didn't seem to help.

Because standing just a few feet away-

Emma and Gwen were staring at him like they wanted to burn a hole through his soul.

Their eyes? Pure murder.

Scott cleared his throat. "Uh… look, I'm not??"

"Tch."

Emma grunted, jaw clenching, fists trembling at her sides.

Then, under her breath-

"The blonde little bimbo bitch really just hugged our man like we're not standing right here…?"

Marcus blinked, tilting his head.

"Hm?"

He turned to Emma, face twisted in confusion.

"But wait??"

His brows furrowed.

"Don't you have superspeed? Why didn't you just zip over and stop her from hugging Big Bro?"

The second those words left his mouth-

Emma's fiery golden eyes slowly shifted toward him.

Marcus froze.

Instant regret.

Her glare alone made his soul leave his body.

"Okay…" he gulped. "I'lI shut up."

Meanwhile, Dark Elf kept munching on her chips with her red eyes kept half-lidded like she was watching a low-budget soap opera.

Then, she lazily glanced at Emma.

"If you don't want her hugging him like that…"

She crunched down on another chip.

"… then go make it clear that that blue-eyed, idiotic, chick magnet is your boyfriend and not hers."

Then, she turned to Gwen.

"You too, Blondie."

Emma and Gwen? Both instantly clenched their fists, their expressions hardening.

They turned back to Scott-

Who was still being smothered by Bella.

She had tried kissing him too, but Scott-thankfully much taller-tilted his head back every time, keeping his lips just out of reach.

Bella, of course, only smirked at the challenge.

Like a smug little cat.

Pressing her manicured fingers against his firm chest, she purred softly-

"Mmm~ ?? You know…"

Her nails lightly traced his muscles.

"This height of yours? It's so damn sexy."

Then-

She leaned in, voice dripping with sultry mischief.

"It's giving me a massive WAP."

Scott blinked.

Tilted his head.

"… Huh?"

Bella's smirk widened.

Her hands? Gripping his chest tighter.

Using it as leverage, she pulled herself up on her toes, mouth just near his ear.

Then, in the most hushed, teasing whisper-

"Wet. Ass. Pussy."

Scott's brows lifted slightly.

"Uh…" He blinked again. "Okay, that's enough, lady."

And then-

With both hands, he gently grabbed her slender shoulders and pushed her back.

Firmly.

The second he did-

Bella's entire body trembled.

Her pupils shrank slightly.

She bit her lip, eyes fluttering as a light shudder ran through her spine.

Emma and Gwen? Paused. Stared.

Then-

They grinned.

Emma held out her fist and nodded, her smirk victorious.

She looked like a coach who'd just witnessed one of their players score a last-minute equalizer.

"Yes. Yes. Show that blonde, smug-faced bitch that not every man gives two damns about Bella's stupid ass!"

Meanwhile, Gwen had her phone out.

Recording.

She was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Ohhh, this is gold."

Her grin widened.

"Bella Trevors getting rejected? This is going straight on Chirper! Maybe then they'll give Scott some breathing space and finally realize she's the one simping over my blue-eyed, vigilante Daddy!"

Dark Elf? Still eating chips.

Bella, however, simply exhaled.

Composed herself.

Then-

She gently brushed a few golden locks behind her ear and looked up at Scott with a knowing smile.

Her fingers trailed up his arm.

Then-

A small, breathy moan.

"Oh my~"

She gazed at him with hooded eyes.

"Who would've thought such a pretty face would have that much grip in his arms…"

Her smile deepened, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper-

"If you want, I can show you the grip between my legs…"

She leaned in, pressing her body closer.

"I'll squeeze your carrot so hard, you'll never wanna leave until you cum gallons of your godly yogurt inside me and we make beautiful babies~ ??"

Scott? Deadpan stare.

"… Eh?"

The moment Emma and Gwen heard Bella's words, both of them snorted out steam from their nostrils like angry bulls.

They looked like they were ready to gore a matador.

Their eyes burned with fury, and in an instant, the two of them lunged forward and tackled Bella to the ground with enough force to send a thunderous THUD echoing across the courtyard.

Morgan's face turned ghostly pale.

His mouth opened slightly as he muttered—

"Oh no… Miss…"

The stone-faced bodyguards stationed at the helicopter reacted instantly.

"Protect Miss Trevors!"

One of them shouted, and they all rushed forward to intervene—only for Gwen to suddenly turn into mist, then explode into a thick, blinding fog that consumed the entire area.

"FUCK! I CAN'T SEE A DAMN THING!"

One guard yelled, swatting wildly at the air.

"This friggin' mist is everywhere!"

Another growled as he slammed headfirst into a fellow guard and sent both of them crashing to the ground.

"Just grab Miss Trevors and—OW, WHO THE FUCK JUST PUNCHED ME?!"

Chaos erupted as the mist swallowed everything in sight.

But beyond the shouting and confusion, the only thing truly audible were the savage grunts and growls of women locked in brutal combat.

Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the mist dispersed.

And what was revealed… was pure carnage.

Emma, Gwen, and Bella were rolling on the ground, locked in a vicious, hair-yanking, throat-grabbing, limb-tangling fight. Their expensive clothes were ruffled, their hair was in complete disarray, and their expressions were nothing short of murderous.

With pure fury in her eyes, Emma had her hand tightly wrapped around Bella's throat.

She roared. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

"YOU MAN-STEALING, WHORE-RAISED, DICK-SUCKING, BLONDE BITCH! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MY MAN?!"

Coughing and gasping as Emma's grip tightened, Bella yanked on Emma's long hair with both hands, ripping out strands little by little as she screamed back.

"GET OFF ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH! YOU REEK OF DESPERATION??ACHK!!"

Bella coughed harder as her face contorted in rage.

"Do you even know how much it costs to look this good?! If you ruin my hair, I swear to god—!"

But Emma wasn't listening.

She was too busy growling like a rabid beast as ahe dragged Bella's head down by the roots of her hair.

And beneath them—squashed—was Gwen, screaming.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU FATASSES!"

That, however, was the wrong thing to say.

Both Emma and Bella instantly stopped fighting each other to turn their heads toward Gwen, and shouted at once.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING FAT?!"

"I'm not fat! Just thick!" Emma bared her teeth.

"And definitely thicker than THIS bitch!" Bella spat back.

And just like that, their attention snapped back to each other as they resumed their hair-pulling, throat-choking brawl.

Across the courtyard, Scott stood next to Morgan, watching the spectacle unfold with the tired, deadpan expression of a man who had long given up on understanding the women in his life.

Scott exhaled. "Should we…?"

Arms crossed, Morgan let out an equally exhausted sigh.

"It wouldn't be bad to let them fight it out a little longer. Get it out of their system."

Scott shook his head tiredly. "If only…"

And with that, the two men reluctantly moved forward to break up the chaos.

Morgan grabbed Bella, who now looked like a feral cat—legs kicking wildly in the air, arms flailing as she tried to claw her way back to Emma. Meanwhile, Scott struggled to restrain Emma, who looked less like a woman and more like a snarling bulldog ready to tear everything in sight apart.

Even worse, Emma's wild flailing was dangerous.

Scott winced as he took a brutal elbow to the jaw.

Then another to the ribs.

"FUCK, EMMA, STOP MOVING!"

Scott snapped, struggling to keep her restrained.

"NOOOO!!"

Emma barked back.

"I'M NOT LETTING THAT FUCKIN' BLONDE BITCH STEAL MY MAN! NO ONE DESERVES YOU MORE THAN ME, SCOTT! NO ONE—!"

And just as she was about to break free, her eyes burning with an almost supernatural fury—

Scott's hand shot out.

????PAHHHHH!!

A powerful, resounding slap.

His palm smacked hard against Emma's big, soft ass.

Infact, with that much force, his hand sank into her left ass cheek as though it was a needle tearing into a stretchy balloon filled to the brim with water.

It felt… amazing. But, for whom?

Time seemed to freeze.

Emma's whole body went stiff.

Her legs trembled.

A deep, shuddering breath escaped her lips before—

"Ahn~ ??????!"

Her knees instantly gave out, and she collapsed to the ground in a docile heap as her face buried in the dirt and she let out a dog-like whimper.

"Y-, YES, SIR…!"

Silence.

The sharp sting of Scott's hand discipling her so mercilessly made Emma feel so good that she couldn't even see her surroundings correctly. All she wanted to do right now was to feel the painful slap.

?H-, He finally did it…?

Her cheeks turned red as literal hearts sprouted in her once brown eyes.

"You… slapped me…"

When Scott saw her say this he immediately looked at his hand in shock.

"No, I didn't mean to… it's not li??"

"KYAAAAA~ ??!"

Scott lifted an eyebrow. "Eh?"

Soon after, Emma wrapped her arms around her body and grabbed her breasts sensually as an ear-to-ear smile grew on her face like she was a horrifying clown. Not only did she look crazy, she also looked depraved.

"God, I want it so bad. I want to feel it—your hands gripping me like I'm nothing but a toy for you to play with. I want the sting, the heat, the force. Throw me down, make me beg, make me feel it. I don't want soft. I don't want gentle. I want to be ruined. Bruises like love letters, fingertips sinking into my skin like you own me. Slap me like you're a drunk underpaid worker with a misbehaving daughter, make my head spin, make me regret how much I crave this—then make me crave it even more."

Scott blinked.

Morgan blinked.

Gwen, still sprawled out on the ground, also blinked.

Bella, who had just been raging like a demon moments ago, now stared with wide, horrified eyes.

The bodyguards, who had just regained their senses, had no idea what the fuck they had just witnessed.

And Scott…

[Ding! The superheroine, Miss Mercury, has unlocked a hidden trait: Level 1 Masochism!]

Scott just sighed. "Fucking hell…"