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

Volkner Interstellar Museum, Metro City

Midnight…

The museum tour continued as their footsteps echoed through the vast, dark halls. Now leading the group were Shadow and Judy Cho who engaged in an animated conversation.

Shadow gestured toward the towering machinery and strange, dust-covered constructs lining the exhibit.

His voice carried both wonder and amusement.

"Man… I knew it was possible that there are alien races out there that don't even have stomachs, but who would've thought they'd adapt to the point where they could break their food down into raw energy and just absorb it?"

Judy's eyes widened as if he had just unlocked a core memory.

"RIGHT──?!"

She clapped her hands together so loudly that it startled a couple of the security drones hovering in the corner.

"When Mr. Volkner first told me about this, I was flabbergasted! Just imagine! Ancient alien civilizations already thinking that far ahead! The fact that they even developed technology to completely remove digestion as a biological process? That's insane!"

She spun around dramatically as her arms stretched toward the heavens.

"Can you even fathom how advanced they had to be to reach that level?!"

Shadow nodded, genuinely impressed.

"It's wild. We're still here figuring out how to get rid of bloating after eating a burger, and they were out here eliminating the entire digestive system."

[Live Comments:]

[Nah, Shadow is literally having a science lesson while we got Vixen fighting for her life back there. 💀💀💀]

[Judy always gets too excited and I love it. She really just clapped for alien tech like it was the Super Bowl.]

└ [Mind you, there's nothing spectacular about the Super Bowl, it's just some average shit that Americans have to attend to renew their natural citizenship.]

└ [Yep, people who don't go to see it are ostracized by society and shit like that. 🤷‍♂️]

└ [Fr. Super Bowl be basic asf. 😐]

[Digesting food? Lame. Becoming a walking solar panel? Peak evolution.]

[Shadow is literally husband material. He listens. He responds. He participates. A real one.]

[They're geeking out over stomachless aliens while Vixen is carrying a whole dog girl against her will.]

･･･

Meanwhile, at the back of the group—

Witch was calmly walking with a faint smirk on her face, while Vixen was struggling with an entirely different issue.

Dog Girl was still fast asleep—but rather than being carried by Shadow, as she had been earlier, the responsibility had somehow fallen to Vixen.

And to say she was displeased?

Would be an understatement.

Her fox-like ears twitched and her pretty face tightened as she alternated between staring at Dog Girl and glaring daggers at Shadow's back.

It was at that moment that Sniperess glanced over at her.

Without warning, she spoke.

"Jealous…?"

Vixen's ears shot straight up, so stiff they might as well have jumped off her head.

Her reaction was instant.

"Why in the world would I be jealous?! Because of THAT?!"

She nodded toward Shadow and Judy.

[Live Comments:]

[OH HERE WE GO.]

[FOX GIRL ON EDGE RN.]

[She's mad mad. 😂]

[Why is Shadow over there giggling with Judy like it's a school trip, though?]

[Bro, I TOLD Y'ALL! Judy has a way of stealing all the male attention. Watch the Vixen vs. Judy arc unfold.]

└ [She's a journalist—she does her best to grab the attention of millionaires who have less hours in a week than we have in a day. What were y'all expecting? 🤔]

└ [Okay. This do be fax tho.]

[Vixen beefing with Judy when the real enemy is Dog Girl for making her carry her ass.]

[Dog Girl really knocked out and caused Vixen to enter her villain arc.]

･･･

Vixen clicked her tongue as her ears twitched in irritation.

A small, lazy smile appeared on Sniperess' face.

She tilted her head slightly.

"It's fine to be jealous if you like the guy."

She shrugged.

"It's normal… What's not normal is…"

She paused as her smirk deepened.

"… why it would be someone like that?"

Vixen let out a soft chuckle.

"Even if I actually did like him…"

Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"For you to understand, you'd have to see his face first. He's so damn handsome. A fit body, sharp jawline and everything a woman needs in a man… and well… he's emotionally intelligent to an extent."

Witch, who had been walking quietly beside them, suddenly arched an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Her tone was casual, almost uninterested.

"And how exactly did you get to meet such a handsome guy? A patrol or something?"

The way she said it was so calm that it almost felt like she wasn't even interested in an answer.

But Vixen felt a subtle pressure.

Her fox-like tail flicked.

She shook her head gently.

"Sorry, I can't give much information on that. I don't want to reveal his identity without his permission."

She smiled slightly.

"It'd be disrespectful."

Witch tilted her head slightly, placing an index finger on her chin as she glanced at Shadow.

Then she turned her gaze lazily back to Vixen.

"… Hmm. That's fair… I'm just curious, is all."

She smiled.

"After all, official heroes of the agency have the right to know the identity of another hero."

Something about the way she said it sent a tiny chill down Vixen's spine.

A deep, instinctive discomfort.

She didn't show it—but she felt it.

And so, she got defensive.

"… Only in the case of an emergency, though."

Her voice was firm.

Witch's lips curled into a soft chuckle.

"Hm."

She clasped her hands behind her curvy back and continued walking at a leisurely pace.

Her voice came out soft and sweet—but beneath it, there was an undeniable, creeping malice.

"Let's hope… we don't run into an accident or emergency that would demand him to reveal his identity, right? That would be really… unfortunate."

She giggled.

"Tee-hee~."

[Live Comments:]

[HELL NAH, WITCH IS EVIL ASF.]

[Witch is smiling but you can HEAR the villain energy.]

[Nah, Vixen got set up. She was NOT ready for that Witch interrogation.]

['Tee-hee~' but it sounded like a death flag. 💀]

[I could NEVER marry someone like Witch. She's hot but scary af.]

[Why do I feel uneasy hearing Witch talk? That giggle got me nervous.]

[Vixen trying her best not to fold under pressure.]

[Bro, I swear, Rope Girl's squad is sketchy. Even the chat knows they can't be trusted.]

[Nah, some of y'all are just biased. Rope Girl ain't even the enemy fr, she's just doing her job.]

└ [Bro, shut up. This ain't a debate class.]

└ [L take. Hope your account gets banned.]

└ [You defending her like she paid your bills. 💀]

└ [Bold of you to assume I haven't been banned before.]

･･･

At the front, Shadow and Judy were still deep in talking.

At the back, Vixen, Sniperess, and Witch had just walked away from a landmine of tension.

And somewhere in the depths of the museum—

Invisible Woman was making her move.

The heist had already begun.

Invisible Woman stood before the display case, silent, unseen, and methodical. The alien cube—a solid, unknown material unlike anything on Earth—rested on its high-tech podium, illuminated by soft, golden light.

She tilted her head slightly, tapping the side of her helmet with two fingers. A faint hum resonated in her ears as her vision transitioned into Enhanced Detection Mode.

Thin red lines glowed through the darkness to reveal a lattice of invisible security lasers.

But something was off.

"… Nothing's crossing the cube."

A deep, sinking feeling settled in her chest.

Isaac Volkner wasn't stupid.

She tapped her helmet again, switching to Structural Analysis Mode—this time, looking downward.

Beneath the sleek museum flooring there were faint blue outlines that materialized to highlight subtle indentations in the tile arrangement.

Strategically placed pressure plates.

A slow smirk curled on her lips.

"… Aha. Gotcha."

She moved.

Like a specter, she glided across the hall, silent as the void of space. With calculated precision, she weaved past the pressure plates and her body weight barely shifted as she crossed the treacherous floor.

Then—she leaped.

Twisting mid-air, she arced over the display case.

Her movements were as fluid as liquid shadow.

In a single motion, she reached out—

—snatched the cube—

—swapped it with an object of equal mass—

—and landed on the opposite side without a sound.

A perfect execution.

She stretched her arms wide, a cocky grin forming beneath her invisible mask.

"Flawless."

BRRRT! BRRRT! BRRRT!

A deafening siren erupted through the museum.

Invisible Woman's eyes darted to the cube in her hand—

And froze.

A near-invisible thread was still attached to the podium.

Her face darkened.

"… Are you serious?"

It was the oldest trick in the book and she couldn't believe how effectively it worked on an expert like her. She pulled off an elite-level heist only to get clapped by string?──words could not describe her anger.

"The client was right… Sigh~ Volkner thinks differently."

･･･

Meanwhile…

The blaring alarms shook the entire building.

From the main tour group, Marmot Man visibly flinched.

"W-, What's that sound──?!"

Judy spun around as her journalist instincts kicked in.

Her eyes darted toward the exhibit entrance, and then—her entire face dropped.

"… They're trying to steal the cube."

Marmot Man blinked. "Eh?"

Judy clapped her hands together and screamed:

"THE DAMN GAMING CONSOLE!"

Marmot Man's eyes widened.

"OH SHIT."

The group exploded into motion.

Shadow vanished in a spark of darkness.

His body dissolved into wisps of shadow as he teleported straight toward the exhibit.

Carrying Dog Girl, Vixen gritted her teeth as her legs burned from the effort—but she still kept up.

At the back, Witch's smirk only deepened.

[Live Comments:]

[WHY DID SHE CALL IT A GAMING CONSOLE 😭]

└ [She was speaking Marmot Man.]

└ [You're foul for this one, ong. 💀]

[NOT MARMOT MAN TAKING A FULL 3 SECONDS TO PROCESS IT.]

[Nah, Judy's stress levels gotta be through the roof. 😂]

[Shadow teleporting like a demon while Vixen speed-running life carrying a whole dog girl.]

[Chat, place bets—who's catching the thief first?]

└ [My money's on Witch, as always!]

･･･

Exhibit Hall 3

By the time the group arrived, the display case was empty.

Judy rushed forward and her slender hands slammed onto the podium.

Her heart sank.

"No… no, no, no…!"

Her voice wavered.

"Mr. Volkner trusted me with this place! How am I supposed to explain this?!"

She turned, eyes wide with horror.

"That cube is priceless!"

Unlike Judy, Witch remained eerily calm.

She stepped forward, adjusting her gloves.

"… They can't have gotten far."

She turned as her dark eyes narrowed to look much more serious and ruthless.

"Vixen."

Vixen straightened.

"Wake Dog Girl up. You two use your noses to track any foreign scents."

She shifted her gaze.

"Sniperess."

Sniperess nodded.

"Deploy your drones. Scan the area. If you see anyone suspicious, shoot first. Questions can come later."

Judy clutched her head, still panicking.

Witch gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Judy."

Judy looked up, her breath shaky.

"Go to security. Lock this place down. Set the drones to full efficiency."

Witch turned away, her voice still as sharp as a razor.

"… We'll handle the rest."

She exhaled slowly.

Then, she turned her gaze toward Shadow.

"Get ready."

Shadow's fingers twitched.

"We're going blind hunting."

[Live Comments:]

[WITCH STAYS WINNING.]

[Look at her taking charge like the real leader.]

└ [Rope Girl could never. 🤷‍♂️]

[How is she so terrifyingly efficient?!]

[Why did they just FORGET Marmot Man EXISTS THO?]

└ [BECAUSE HE'S USELESS, BRO. 💀]

└ [Chat, y'all be honest. Did ANYONE expect Marmot Man to help?]

└ [Marmot Man himself didn't expect to help.]

[Yo, why do I feel like this is a setup? Like, is the real enemy even the thief?]

└ [You're doing too much bro 👀…]

[Witch and Shadow duo about to be unstoppable.]

…

Museum Status – Lockdown Engaged.

With the alarms still blaring, the entire museum shifted into high alert.

Security drones whirred to life.

Metal doors slammed shut.

The chase had begun.

And in the midst of it all, somewhere in the darkness—

Invisible Woman smirked.

Because this?

This was the part she enjoyed the most.

･･･

Invisible Woman moved like a phantom through the museum, her body unseen, her footfalls silent. The alien cube in her grasp was just as invisible as she was—an advantage that should've made her untouchable.

Should've.

Because the bloodhounds were already on her scent.

Vixen and Dog Girl sprinted across the exhibition hall as they ran on all fours with supernatural agility, their noses twitching as they tracked the foreign presence. They twisted and weaved between display cases, never slowing down, sniffing deep, eyes burning with laser focus.

Meanwhile, Witch stood eerily still as her gloved hands rested at her sides.

Arms crossed, Shadow lifted an eyebrow.

"… We just gonna stand here, or are we──?"

Witch held up a single finger. "Shh."

Shadow blinked. "The hell are we waiting for?"

She rolled her shoulders slightly, exhaling.

"I'm going to try wild sensing them."

Shadow narrowed his eyes. "Huh?"

Witch smirked.

"Similar to that thing I did with my nails earlier."

Without another word, she extended her right hand.

𝘝𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘥.

Her fingers trembled for half a second before her claws extended—long, razor-sharp, like a predator awakening.

"There's nothing mystical about it… just anatomical control. Something I learned from Tibetan monks."

Shadow blinked again. "… Are you serious?"

Witch calmly lifted her right foot, placing the top of it against the floor.

Then, closing her eyes, she focused.

𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Her presence seemed to leave her body, spreading out like an unseen pulse, touching the entire hall in a split second.

And then—

Her eyes snapped open.

"… Far down there…"

She quickly pointed.

"I think they're invisible."

[𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:]

[WHY IS IT ALWAYS TIBETAN MONKS.]

└ [Bro, Rope Girl was under the sea for like 30 minutes and when she got asked how she did it, she just deadass said Tibetan monks.]

└ [Real ones remember when Nightwatch somehow survived a 5,000ft fall, broke every bone in his body, then walked it off—"Tibetan monks."]

└ [At this point, they're not monks, they're X-Men.]

[NAH WITCH REALLY OUT HERE TOUCHING THE EARTH LIKE SHE A NINJA TURTLE.]

└ [She tryna feel the vibrations like Toph from Avatar.]

└ [Earthbender arc? HELL NAW 😭🙏]

[Bro, SHADOW'S CONFUSION IS KILLING ME.]

└ [Man said "Huh?" like his brain bluescreened.]

･･･

The moment Witch pointed, Shadow's high-tech suit flickered like it had a mind of its own.

𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩—!

Darkness sparked around him and his body blurred fiercely like a living shadow.

In an instant, he was gone.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘩—!

His vision flickered into thermal detection mode—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!

A faint outline, an invisible figure in motion.

He lunged.

Invisible Woman's instincts flared.

She dodged—leaping over one exhibit, sliding under the next.

Then—𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭!

She twisted through a weirdly shaped alien sculpture, which forced Shadow to barely twist his body mid-air to avoid crashing into it.

"Shit—"

She kept moving.

Shadow pushed forward.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

Every movement was clean. Sharp. Calculated.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭—𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱!

𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘱!────𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘱!

Shadow gritted his teeth.

"Alright. Time to stop holding back—"

𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧!

A small sprinkle of something hit the air.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

She'd thrown something—𝘴𝘢𝘸𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵?

The moment a few particles bounced off Invisible Woman—

𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨—!

A leg came swinging at her.

𝘍𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘩—!

𝘉𝘈𝘔—!

Invisible Woman barely twisted away to narrowly dodge Witch's devastatingly fast kick.

But—

𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘩—!

𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘳!

𝘈 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥.

Shadow moved on all fours—𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮, too fast to track—

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥—

𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣!

Soft. Squishy.

His fingers clenched instinctively.

"… The jig is up!" Shadow declared.

𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

"Ahhnnnn~ ❤️ You scoundrel…"

Shadow froze.

Wait. He looked down.

His hands were gripping—𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺—𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵—

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

"… What is it with me and breasts?"

[𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:]

["What is it with me and breasts?"—BRO, DON'T SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE A VICTIM.]

└ [Bro acting like he's cursed or some shit.]

└ [Nah but IS HER BREAST MILK INVISIBLE THO?]

└ [You're going to hell, bro.]

[Man said "the jig is up" while groping.]

└ [LMAO PHRASING, BRO.]

[💀💀💀💀💀]

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Shadow remained frozen. Invisible Woman smirked.

"… You're gonna let go, right?"