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

Dr. Goode sat in the quiet hospital room with his legs crossed and a clipboard balanced on one knee.

His shoulders slouched just enough to scream out how utterly exhausted he was. Not physically—no, this was the special kind of mental fatigue that came from dealing with anything even remotely related to Scott McQueen's love life.

Given his résumé, the man should've been immune to chaos by now.

As a celebrity relationship guru with multiple reality TV shows under his belt, Dr. Goode had mediated some of the most bizarre love disputes known to mankind.

One couple came in because the man insisted on snorting cocaine in and out his girlfriend's butthole every Friday night.

Another because the girlfriend was dead set on strapping on and—well—redecorating his dignity from behind.

Then there was the boy band incident—four guys, secretly all sleeping with each other, exposed mid-tour when one was caught sneaking into another's room. The manager panicked, sent them all to therapy, and Dr. Goode, in his infinite professional wisdom, somehow convinced them to officially become a four-way relationship.

Point being—he took any session.

Three grand an hour was three grand an hour.

But Scott? Scott's situations…

They weren't "therapy sessions."

They were psychic warfare.

He often felt like he should see a therapist afterwards.

And the worst part? Scott himself was never in the room.

『I don't get paid enough for this…』

Dr. Goode shook his head and shifted his tired eyes toward the two women seated before him.

Emma and Nadia.

Their chairs had been spaced deliberately apart, but their body language screamed kindergarten playground dispute. Both sat stiffly with arms crossed, lower lips in deep pout, eyes locked anywhere but each other.

It was like mediating between two stubborn kids… who both happened to be drop-dead gorgeous.

He sighed and glanced back at his clipboard, where he'd jotted down the messy cliff notes from what Scott had mumbled on his way here. Finally, he cleared his throat and began in the calm, measured tone of someone who had long since learned to fake patience.

"Alright. I want to remind you both…"

He gulped hard to mentally prepare himself.

"This is a safe space. My role is to help you understand each other, not to take sides."

Neither looked at him. Neither blinked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something under his breath about Scott's existence being a threat to his life, and pressed on.

"Okay… Mister McQueen asked me to speak with you because he's worried there's unresolved tension. Does that sound fair?"

He alternated his eyes between Nadia and Emma.

Emma's head swiveled slowly toward Nadia to deliver a side-eye sharp enough to cut diamonds.

"Tension? Ha. Definitely not."

She lifted her chin like a snobbish aristocrat as her arms folded tighter.

"I'd call it betrayal. (￣^￣)"

Nadia rolled her eyes so hard, it was a miracle they didn't get stuck.

"Oh, here we go…"

She muttered and clicked her tongue.

Her puffed cheeks made her look like a baby-faced, grumpy old man, which, under different circumstances, might've been adorable.

Dr. Goode remained composed.

"Emma, let's start with you. Can you tell me what you're feeling right now?"

He already knew she was a talker.

The kind of talker who turned a five-minute question into a TED Talk. He had his pen ready and his phone's recorder quietly running.

Emma leaned forward.

Just by looking at her you could tell she was going to sound righteous and dramatic.

"Fine. I feel like my best friend, who swore we'd never fight over a guy, decided to fall for my boyfriend. And then—hid it! I mean, if anyone were to do this sort of thing, it'd probably be Jenna, but she's a toxic feminist half the time and hates men like Scott and William Roosevelt because they're basically the male personification of perfect, but that's just—"

He raised a hand.

"Thank you, Emma."

The silence that came right after was uncomfortable for the women… but blissful for Dr. Goode.

His eyes landed on Nadia.

He gestured for her to speak.

Nadia's eyes softened a little.

Even her tense posture was completely gone.

"I didn't decide…"

Her voice grew softer as her thighs pressed together.

"Feelings aren't like buying a new jacket."

The statement hit Emma hard enough to make her stutter for half a second. She quickly hid it as she folded her arms and looked away in an exaggerated manner. She didn't want to look at those big brown eyes or those soft, pink lips—the ones that always made Nadia seem so vulnerable and harmless.

"You could've told me…"

Emma's voice was quieter now, a bit gentle.

There was still a sting there, but very little venom.

Dr. Goode smiled faintly as he jotted something down.

Progress—microscopic, but progress.

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Meanwhile—

In a luxurious penthouse across the city, the peace was shattered by loud, unrestrained sobbing.

Halfway through selecting her outfit of the day, Maya tried her best to ignore it.

Sasha and her team weren't so lucky—they were trying to work in the living room, faces buried in tablets and laptops as they silently prayed the noise would stop.

But Irina's cries only grew louder.

It was worse than hearing a toddler cry.

Maya finally snapped.

"I can't stand this!"

She grumbled and stormed out of her room in expensive silk pajamas while her messy, black hair bounced as she marched toward the disturbance.

She passed Sasha's team, who avoided eye contact like scared interns.

"What is going on—!?"

No one answered.

Rolling her eyes, Maya stomped up to Irina's door and banged on it with her tiny fist.

"Irina? Come out already."

She tried to sound caring.

But her frustration couldn't hide itself.

The door creaked open.

Out stepped Irina—face blotchy from crying, snow-white hair disheveled, nose running like a child's.

In her hands, she clutched an empty ice cream tub like it was the last relic of her happiness.

"Can… can you get me some ice cream?"

She asked with puppy eyes in full effect.

Maya stared, unimpressed.

"You won't even tell me which guy has you crying like this. Honestly, I'm shocked there's even a man out there who could turn you down… or leave you like this."

From the living room, Sasha and her team all subtly nodded in agreement.

Irina's lip quivered.

"It's none of your business! (╥﹏╥)"

She slammed the door shut.

Maya shrugged.

"No ice cream for you then."

She padded back to her room as she scratched lazily at her lower back.

Once inside, she paused at her mirror.

Her reflection stared back—slender frame, slightly messy hair, a faint but wistful smile.

"I haven't seen Scott in so long…"

She caught herself.

"Well… okay, two days. But it feels like forever."

She could still remember how he called her "Ms. Pulsar" and talked

She could still remember how he looked at her like she was a stranger and even called her "Ms. Pulsar" as if they'd never even dated.

Her fingers brushed through her short hair.

"HUU! I'm so stupid! I regret cutting it. Scott wouldn't care, but… I'm glad it's grown back a bit thanks to that formula Vincent gave me."

She slapped her cheeks lightly.

"Alright! I'll go see him today and show that I care."

Her small mouth bent into a grin.

"Fighting! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧"

She raised her tiny fists, fierce in her own cute way.

･･･

Elsewhere, in one of BC Medical Center's VIP suites…

"You want Madame to do what—!?"

Nina's voice thundered.

She sounded like a mad barbarian.

Scott didn't even flinch.

He stood at the window, one hand in his pocket as he watched the city below with casual disinterest.

"Yeah. You heard me."

He stifled a yawn.

Nina boiled like a teapot.

To her, Scott was the root cause of every bad thing that had happened to Adira, including her being here in the hospital. The idea that Adira thought he'd "saved her" was just salt in the wound.

Adira, however, was calm.

Laying against the raised bed, her soft blue eyes studied Scott without expression.

He finally turned, one hand gesturing casually.

"What I want isn't that much… just give Amalie Andersen full access to her accounts and properties again. Let her have her normal life back. Is that so hard?"

Adira Crowe's lips curved in the faintest smile.

"I see…"

The softness in her tone was so unlike her usual calculated sharpness that Nina instinctively flicked her a quick side-eye.

Panic gripped her chest.

Was her madame actually… agreeing to the request of a nobody?

Nina took a deliberate step closer to the bed then lowered her voice but packed it with urgency.

"Ma… Madam Crowe, surely you haven't forgotten who we're talking about. Amalie Andersen—the former chief of cyber security who failed to do her job and leaked most our company data. That stunt nearly—"

A single, raised finger from Adira silenced her instantly.

Adira didn't take her eyes away from Scott.

"Nina dear, you'll prepare a drive containing the codes to all of Amalie's accounts. You'll also gather every document for her properties—real estates, houses, vehicles—and give them to him."

She lowered her head slightly and smiled in her usual refined and queenly manner.

"I promise."

It wasn't just a promise—it was a double assurance.

Something she rarely gave anyone.

And it made Scott… uncomfortable.

Ever since he stepped into this VIP suite, he hadn't been able to shake off a certain discomfort. Adira's face, without her usual perfect makeup, was paler and softer but still beautiful. She looked like the opposite version of herself… different, not lifeless, and definitely not unattractive.

Which would explain why he couldn't stop looking out the window since he got here.

Scott adjusted his arm cast as he tilted his head.

"Haah…? That's unusual. So you're not even gonna ask why I suddenly want to help Amalie? You seem almost eager to do this… or did you take a hit to the head so hard you forgot I once took you hostage?"

He smirked faintly.

Adira's reply wasn't her usual teasing one.

She gave a soft, genuine smile and even let out a small, unguarded giggle. It wasn't the sexy, planned kind she used to throw rivals off—it was the warm, natural laugh of a lively woman remembering happier times.

Nina was so shocked that her grip on the tablet tightened until her knuckles stretched out.

Adira brushed her bangs aside as she kept staring at Scott with her serene blue eyes.

There was no sexiness or charm in them.

Just pure admiration.

"Very funny~ Trust me, I haven't forgotten my captor. I'm just… grateful there are still people like you. It makes me want to do anything to thank you."

Her lashes lowered halfway as her smile deepened into a warm and gentle one.

It was like sunlight breaking through frost.

Scott's brows furrowed slightly.

"I… don't really get you."

She didn't say anything—just kept a faint smile on her pale face while her slender hands rested on top of the white hospital sheets.

Her thoughts were elsewhere.

『I didn't think people like him still existed… I wasn't lying when I said we could've been great friends on better terms. Maybe then… I wouldn't have become this person. Dennis… wherever you are… you'd be so disappointed in me.』

Her eyes glistened, but she took a steadying breath before glancing up again—only to find Scott rummaging through a small cabinet. He pulled out a lollipop, peeled it, and popped it into his mouth with ease.

"Well…"

He shifted the candy to one side of his cheek.

"I've got some other things to take care of. I'll check in on you later."

Without waiting for a reply, he waved lazily over his shoulder and walked out.

"Scott McQueen…"

Adira murmured to herself, still smiling warmly.

As for Nina, she couldn't stop staring at those doors Scott had just walked out of.

『Madame's smiles are like that of a camellia's, but today… they look like sunflowers…』

She hugged her tablet tightly against her chest.

『He made that possible…』

A tear silently rolled down her pallid cheek.

･･･

In the hallway, Dr. Hudson walked toward the suite with his assistant, Mary, following behind him while scrolling through his schedule.

His face looked viciously smug.

"AHAHAHA! It's hilarious how the media thinks they're ahead of the game just because they scribble notes and snap photos. Those idiots ate up my performance like a Michelin five-star dish."

He seemed to be enjoying himself, then the image of Adira popped into his head.

Instant bitterness and disgust swallowed him whole.

"Ugh… I can't wait for this election to be over so I can figure out how to erase that monster from my life."

He scoffed to Mary.

"I've endured a lot of shit from that woman. Can you believe she can't even have kids anymore? If that's not a sign of she's demon, I don't know what is—HAH!"

Mary kept her face neutral.

She didn't work under Adira, but even she knew not to gamble with loose lips.

Hudson noticed her silence and his grin sharpened.

Without warning, he grabbed her slender waist as his hand slid low enough to squeeze her butt.

Mary squeaked in surprise.

"A-, Ahh!"

He kept fondling her, leaning in close.

"The sounds you make are sexy. Don't you wanna help me make some of those kids? I'll dump all my yogurt inside you… make you beg for more."

His grin widened as he pulled her closer.

"Just say you want it—"

Ahem.

The exaggerated throat-clear made them both look up.

Scott stood there, calm as ever, lollipop between his lips.

"WHAT THE—?!"

Hudson instantly dropped Mary, who stumbled back to fix her hair with trembling hands.

Scott just stared at them with half-lidded eyes as he tiredly sucked on the candy.

Hudson forced a dry cough.

"So… you're the one who took my wife hostage, huh? What are you doing h—"

Scott pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a soft click of his tongue.

"Don't act like a saint. Just pray Brigid doesn't have anything bad to say about you. Or your wife might be the one giving the press their next headline."

He popped the candy back in and walked past Hudson without a glance.

Mary's eyes darted after Scott, but when she tried to touch Hudson's shoulder, he slapped her hand away.

"This is all that witch Adira's fault!"

He snarled and stormed down the hall, dragging Mary with him like she was a toy.

"S-, Sir… where are we going—!?"

"SHUT UP! You're gonna help me unwind!"

"Sir, but I… I…"

Mary didn't have a choice.

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Meanwhile—

Scott whistled softly as he stepped into the elevator with the lollipop in one hand.

Inside, a mother and her daughter stood quietly.

Scott gave them a small wave.

The girl stared up at him like he was some exotic creature.

The mother gave an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry… she's been told not to stare."

She looked down.

"Ella, what did I say about looking at strangers?"

The little girl ignored her completely.

"You're pretty."

Scott chuckled, ruffling his own hair.

"You think so? I think it needs some work."

The elevator chimed.

The mother and daughter stepped out.

"BYEEE, MISTER!!"

The little girl waved energetically.

He waved back, then relaxed against the wall as the doors closed again.

Ding!

They opened once more.

A petite woman stood there, wearing a cropped baseball shirt and loose but stylish jeans.

"Anoo… it was somewhere here… right?"

She looked around like she was lost in a museum.

"Hnn… I swear the news said it was this hospital, but maybe I got the wrong one…"

She turned—

And froze.

"S-, Scott…?"

"Maya?"

The two looked at each other in shock.