NOVEL NEXT Chapter 37: Toxic Stream!
Scott stepped out of the workshop and shut the door.
The cool night air brushed against his face, though the rest of his body felt oddly encased. The oversized suit he wore groaned slightly with each movement, clearly too large for his frame.
He glanced down at the clunky metallic plating and shook his head with mild amusement.
"This looks ridiculous…"
Then came the mask—sleek and angular but also comically oversized. He slid it over his head and the internal systems whirred to life as it locked into place.
A soft blue light illuminated the HUD inside.
Scott scanned his surroundings cautiously.
This area of Meteor City—known for its upscale, eerily quiet streets—felt safe enough. No gangs. No shady deals. Just a dead silence punctuated by the distant hum of air purifiers.
He tapped the flat metal piece on his chest.
The suit responded instantly by hissing softly as it compressed around him, vacuum-sealing like shrink-wrap. In a matter of seconds, the clunky exterior tightened and morphed into a sleek, form-fitting armor that seemed tailor-made for his body.
The System's voice chimed in.
[Diagnostics commencing…]
Data began flooding his HUD:
[Height: 5'11"]
[Weight: 180 lbs (Suit Enhanced)]
[Temperature: 98.6°F]
[Breathing Rate: Optimal]
[Heart Rate: Steady]
[Health Status: Excellent]
Scott raised an eyebrow as the analysis concluded.
"Huh… never did that before."
[Welcome to the Adaptive Tactical Armor Mk IV. Designation: ATAM-4. Upgraded with an Arc System and Electroshock Arsenal. The ATAM-3 suit has been refabricated and stored in the database for future deployment.]
"So, what, I can switch back to the ATAM-3 if I want to?"
[Correct. The previous model was duplicated before advancing to the current iteration.]
Scott nodded as his lips curled into a grin.
"Neat."
He held out one hand experimentally.
"System, deploy Arc Blades."
A sharp hum resonated as the plug-like pieces on both wrists lit up like brilliant blue bulbs.
In an instant, dual energy blades materialized and crackled with deadly arcs of electricity!
The lenses on Scott's mask shifted and widened slightly as he stared at the weapons in awe.
"So cool…"
[This suit is engineered to adapt to most energy forms, including high-voltage electricity. Excess energy will be absorbed by auxiliary modules and stored for future use. You are effectively immune to electrocution.]
Scott chuckled and gave the blades a quick twirl before letting them dissipate into the ether.
"Now that's what I'm talking about."
He tapped his wristwatch.
[Stream countdown initiated…]
Five camera drones whirred into position and encircled him with mechanical precision.
[Stream begins in 30 seconds.]
"Got it."
Scott adjusted his posture, preparing for his dramatic entry onto the deserted street.
But as he stepped into the open, a familiar voice cut in.
"You're not leaving without me, are you?"
Scott froze mid-step.
His head snapped toward the source.
Gwen stood there, dressed in her skintight white and navy-blue superhero suit, her hood pulled over her head. She looked ready for a fight, arms folded and an infuriatingly smug grin on her face.
Scott's face squeezed beneath the mask.
"Gwen, what the hell are you doing here?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Come on, bruh. You didn't really think I'd let you handle that crazy Elena chick alone, did you? You need backup. We can be a team, you know?"
She started punching air.
『Besides, I don't trust him around that woman… if he's sucking any woman's lips tonight, then it's mine!』
There was such a fire in her eyes.
Scott's frown deepened. "No. Go home."
"Not happening. You can't make me."
Gwen smirked, clearly unfazed.
Scott raised his hands like he was surrendering, then waggled his fingers ominously.
"Fine. But don't blame me when I start touching you inappropriately, alright?"
Gwen's face turned bright red as she gasped theatrically and covered her chest.
She was obviously acting.
"P-, Please be gentle, senpai!"
Scott blinked. "Eh?"
Gwen blinked back. "Eh?"
"Senpai?" He lifted an eyebrow.
She just shrugged. "Meh, this anime I watched."
"Uh… oh, I see…"
"…"
Then came the silence.
It was so heavy and almost suffocating.
Neither of them moved.
It was as if there was a thick cloud of awkwardness around them.
Gwen shifted her weight and started tapping her foot against the ground, while Scott reached up and rubbed the back of his mask, clearly unsure of what to say.
Finally, Scott pointed at her dramatically.
"You're still not coming with me."
Gwen's head snapped up and her smug grin returned almost instantly.
"And I'm still coming with you!"
Before Scott could retort, the System's voice announced:
[Stream initiated. You are now LIVE.]
Scott froze and his body locked up as if someone had hit the emergency brakes. His HUD flashed with the words "LIVE" in big, bold letters as the five drones around him adjusted their angles for optimal coverage.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Crap!"
The chat instantly exploded.
[FINALLY! NIGHTWATCH IS BACK!]
[Haha! The king returns!]
[IS THAT NIGHTWATCH? Holy crap, he looks sick in that new suit ☉Ô☉ DAMN!]
└ [A new suit every stream? Crazy 💀]
└ [Bro done used our "charity" donations to fund the project for his new suit ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )]
[Bruh, this gotta be the cleanest part of Meteor City. Where is this? A simulation?]
[Are we just gonna ignore the fact that the city still has working streetlights?]
[Who's the chick? 👀]
[Man's about to do a collab stream with his GF? We eating good tonight!]
---
『SHIIIIEEEEEEEET──!!』
Scott couldn't take his eyes off the hovering camera drones that circled him and Gwen like a mechanical halo.
His heart dropped even more.
『Oh no.』
Scott stepped toward Gwen with sudden urgency.
Her grin only grew wider as she raised an eyebrow.
She was just enjoying messing with him… and of course, spending time with him.
"Something wrong?"
"Get out!"
Scott hissed and grabbed her shoulders as he tried to push her out of the drone's frame.
Gwen planted her heels into the pavement and leaned back, completely unfazed by his attempts.
"Dude, chill! What's the big deal? It's just a──!"
"MOVE!"
Scott growled more desperately.
[LMAO, is this an eviction notice?]
[Bro's having a full-blown domestic dispute LIVE.]
[Bet $50 she's stronger than him. Look at that stance.]
Painfully desperate to salvage the situation, Scott decided to change tactics.
"Fine!"
Scott quickly swept past her and grabbed her from behind.
『This should work!』
It… didn't go as planned.
His arms were locked around her waist, and he started dragging her back, but each time her big butt would simply slap against his crotch as Gwen continued to prove stubborn.
Her body didn't budge.
Fortunately or unfortunately, her butt pressed firmly against his crotch in the struggle.
"Ahhh~ ♡ Stop being so rough ♡♡!"
He dragged her again, only to receive her butt against his crotch, which caused another accidental moan to slip out of Gwen's mouth.
"I said st──ahhh ♡!"
Scott's voice wavered. "Stop. Being. Difficult!"
Gwen groaned dramatically as she pushed her hips back against him.
"Ugh, Scott! What are you—ahhh ♡! Oh, my gosh!"
Her voice came out louder and breathier than she intended, and the microphones on the drones picked it up perfectly.
Ahhhhh~ ♡♡!
… Awwhhnnnn ♡ Eyaaaahhhnn ♡♡!!
Uhhhhnnnn ♡ UHHN ♡!
The chat went feral.
[WHAT DID I JUST HEAR?]
[This stream stopped being family-friendly the moment we had guest stars like E-Porner 💀…]
[Bro, what am I watching?]
[I remember when these streams used to be for games ]
[Guys, I'm blind. What's happening rn?]
[Nightwatch, bruh, the chiropractor industry is shaking.]
[Damn, forgive me, Nightwatch… I was not familiar with your game, dawg (☉_ ☉)]
└ [Nightwatch? More like NightHump if you know what I mean, *nudge* *nudge* 👀]
[I didn't know this was THAT kind of stream.]
└ [Nah, fr tho…]
[What is he doing to her?? Is this allowed?]
[LMAO, the fan girls finna go crazy!]
True to form, the Nightwatch fan girls did riot.
[WHO IS THIS WITCH??]
[WHY IS SHE ENJOYING WHAT'S MINE?]
[I HOPE SHE CHOKES ON AIR.]
└ [She's probably gonna choke on his meat instead kek]
└ [DIE!]
[I HATE HER SO MUCH, IT SHOULD BE ME!]
[DELETE HER, NIGHTWATCH. SHE DOESN'T FUCKIN' DESERVE YOU, I DO!]
[Fan girls are out of control, bro. 😂]
Scott wasn't reading the chat.
He was too focused on trying to drag Gwen away that he was completely unaware of how horribly things looked from the viewers' perspective.
"Get off my stream!"
"No!"
Gwen shot back then threw her weight against him.
Her butt slammed into his crotch again, forcing out another exaggerated moan from her.
"Ahhnnnnn~ ♡♡ WTF bro!"
Her cheeks turned red and her thighs felt hot.
The viewers were well entertained.
[Is this a new marketing strategy? (´-ι_-｀)]
[This dude's got moves.]
[No amount of context will save bro now. 💀]
[I'm gonna need a gallon of Vaseline for this one.]
└ [You really wanna beat it to them now?]
└ [Nah, I wanna beat it to Nightwatch]
└ [Bruh…]
---
"Scott, seriously! What are you doing?"
Gwen tried to shake him off, only causing her butt to press against him even harder.
"Getting you out!" Scott shouted back.
Her butt pressed further against his crotch.
Soon… something stiff started poking Gwen between her ass cheeks and it was quite… big?
Gwen paused and tilted her head slightly.
"…Dude, are you dry-humping me?"
"What? No!"
"Then why can I feel your junk pressing my ass?!"
"You wish, tank top wanker!"
"The fuck d'you just c-, call me──?!"
━ ━ ━ ━
Meanwhile, back at Emma's house, Jenna and Nadia were glued to the screen.
Their mouths hung open in stunned silence as the perverted livestream continued.
Marcus sat between them, equally horrified.
Jenna finally broke the silence. "What… the hell is he doing?"
"I… I wish I… knew…" Nadia forced a reply.
Marcus who'd been innocently watching alongside them, tilted his head in confusion.
"Why is he… hugging her like that?"
Jenna quickly slapped her hand over Marcus's eyes.
"You definitely don't need to see this."
Nadia leaned forward in shock.
"Emma cannot see this. We have to stop h──"
Too late.
A gust of wind blew past them as Emma's voice echoed from the hallway.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FUCKER DOING?!"
She was already in her stealth suit, phone in hand, zooming out of the house at superspeed. Cars swerved and pedestrians yelped as she zipped through the city with her face bright red and practically steaming.
"I SHOULD BE THE ONE HE'S HUMPING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF!"
Emma ran even faster.
━ ━ ━ ━
Back on the stream, Scott was still fighting a losing battle.
"For the love of─ Gwen, STOP IT!"
"Not a chance!"
Scott planted his feet and yanked harder, but Gwen only pushed her hips back more.
"Are you tryna butt fuck me, McQu──!"
He slapped his hand over Gwen's mouth just in time.
"Shhhhhh, be quiet!"
The chat was in hysterics.
[Holy shit, he's really tryna butt fuck her!]
└ [I'm here for it…]
└ [Real 🗿]
[Bro's about to catch a case.]
└ [I can't even blame him. Look at the way she moaned!]
[This is the best stream of all time.]
[BETTER THAN ANY DRAMA SERIES!]
[Nightwatch, you're done, bro. Pack it up.]
[I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THIS WOMAN.]
[Man's gonna trend as 'NightThrust' after this.]
---
Scott's grip tightened as he tried to drag Gwen further back.
"Will you—just—MOVE!"
"NOPE!"
The two remained locked in a ridiculous tug-of-war, completely oblivious to how it looked.
Meanwhile, Emma's voice roared through the city as she zoomed out of Metro City.
━ ━ ━ ━
Minutes later…
Scott stood doubled over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.
The camera drones hovered silently as their unblinking lenses captured every detail.
Panting just as heavily at his side, Gwen placed her hands on her wide hips. She tilted her head and gave him a sideways look as her tender, cherry lips turned into that smug grin she wore so effortlessly.
The tension had finally settled, but the chat?
The chat was on fire.
[Best nut ever. Hands down.]
[Me after "exercising" for 30 seconds. 😂]
└ [Bro only lasts 30 seconds 💀]
└ [Already feeling bad for his wife (￣ ￣|||)]
[Damn, bruh, look at her hips tho. THICC AF.]
└ [She got thunder thighs for dayyyyyysss ( ◡‿◡ *)]
[HOLY CRAP, LOOK AT THE BOUNCE ON HER. Those hips are illegal.]
└ [Quick maths: B98-W60-H89]
└ [Bro, that's a smoking body fr.]
└ [Who tf measured that already? 💀]
[Man, Nightwatch's hella lucky to even accidentally hump her so hard.]
└ [Y'all are getting a lil too freaky in here…]
[Can y'all stop sexualizing her for one second and talk about how dope her super suit is?]
└ [Nerd detected.]
└ [Ratio.]
└ [+ don't care.]
└ [Suit's mid anyway, bro.]
---
Scott straightened up and tugged at his mask in frustration.
He looked toward the drones and the glowing "LIVE" notification still glared on his HUD.
Clearing his throat, he spoke in his signature deep, composed voice.
"I… uh… apologize for what you all just saw."
The chat exploded.
[Bro, it's fine!]
[LMAO we enjoyed it, king.]
["Apologize"? Don't you dare. That was PEAK content.]
└ [Bro's got peak "content" behind him. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
[Can we talk about her shape tho? I'm on my knees, bruh.]
Scott pointed a finger at Gwen.
His voice became a no-nonsense one.
"This is a one-time guest star. Don't get too comfortable… she won't be showing up on the stream again."
Gwen's head snapped toward him and her grin vanished.
"Huh?"
She jabbed a thumb into her chest.
"One-time guest? Nah, fuck that. I'm your partner from today onwards. You might as well start calling me his wife, guys, alright?"
The chat went berserk.
[WIFE? NIGHTWATCH, YOU DOG! 😭🔥]
[What's her favorite food?]
[Yo, is it bubblegum pink tho? Asking for science.]
[Someone @her RIGHT NOW. Who is she?]
[Is she single? 👀 Asking for a friend.]
Scott groaned audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose under the mask.
"This is why I hate doing these things live…"
Meanwhile, Gwen stepped forward, brushing him aside as if he weighed nothing. She struck a heroic pose, letting the drones circle her for a full 360° view.
"All right, chat, you can call me Mist. I'm nineteen, and no, I'm not a registered hero. If I was…"
She smirked at Scott.
"…Mr. Vigilante over here wouldn't even want to work with me, for real."
The chat immediately reacted.
[Yo, makes sense.]
[Registered heroes are corporate slaves anyway. W.]
[THIS is why we love Nightwatch! He's real, no sellout BS.]
└ [Nightwatch x Mist collab when?]
└ [I want a fanfic of them. NOW!]
Gwen folded her arms and nodded in agreement.
"Corporate superheroes? Dumb and useless. No one wants them in society, right?"
The comments were fast and furious.
[FACTS.]
[Corporate heroes = mid.]
[No cap, Nightwatch is the only real one.]
└ [Peak slander time incoming…]
└ [Nah, The Peak's a fraud anyway.]
[Bro said corporate heroes are dumb. TRUE THO.]
---
Far from the commotion, Emma came to an abrupt stop on the outskirts of Metro City. Her phone was securely attached to her wrist as she streamed the chaos live.
Her amber eyes scanned the chat and narrowed at the sight of names being dragged through the mud.
[The Peak? Fraud.]
[Blue Atom = sellout, change my mind.]
[Foxgirl = dirty bop!]
└ [Search bop on LoopVid, she's literally the first person who pops up. She's still fine shyt tho…]
└ [Chimera Girl is the worst bop of all time!]
└ [Nah, she's not a bop. Sure, she's an FansOnly model, but that's pretty much it (•–•)]
└ [Defending an FO model is crazy work 💀]
[White Shadow's just a walking PR stunt.]
[Miss Mercury? Overrated as hell.]
---
Emma frowned and her lips pressed into a thin line.
She clenched her fists as her thoughts spun.
"…This is how people see us? Well, yeah…"
The comments didn't slow.
[Corporate heroes ain't it, chief.]
[Nightwatch solos all of them.]
└ [Especially Miss Mercury. What's she even DOING these days? That dumb bitch is probably shaking ass.]
└ [I fuckin' hate her so much… she thinks she's hot stuff because simps are begging her to open an FO account. She'll probably open it when she's old and pasty and all her sugar daddy money has dried up, bahaha!]
└ [Fr tho, that bitch prolly getting all that money from sleeping around with old men. She probably got some wicked daddy issues.]
└ [IMO, MegaCorp ain't stupid enough to be paying that chick roughly $80 million a year 💀 she def gets her money from sucking senior citizen meat, LMAO]
---
Emma's body trembled as she read these endless string of hurtful comments.
"I…"
She sniffled a bit.
"I don't do that… that's not how I was brought up…"
She squeezed her fists tight.
"These people don't know who I am do they? But why would they? Everytime I do something good I'm always forced to show more of my body than my personality. I'm basically a corporate slave in the end, aren't I…?"
Her heart pounded painfully.
Maybe it was true… she thought.
━ ━ ━ ━
At Emma's Living Room…
The television screen was filled with an endless stream of chat comments scrolling at the bottom. Nadia and Jenna sat on the couch and their faces grew darker with every hateful comment about Emma.
Nadia gripped the remote tightly and her knuckles whitened as another nasty comment flashed by.
[Miss Mercury = waste of sponsorship money.]
[All looks, no substance. What does she even do?]
└ [Shake ass bro, we established this already, LMAO]
└ [She does MegaCorp ads, duh.]
└ [LOL, she's their poster girl.]
└ [Pfft, dumb bitch…]
[Miss Mercury's just a glorified stripper in a super suit.]
---
Nadia sighed heavily and shook her head.
"That's not who she is. Emma's never been like that."
Jenna leaned forward in pure frustration.
"I know, right? She cherishes her body more than people can even understand."
Her voice trembled with anger.
"She doesn't deserve this!"
Marcus, who'd been sitting quietly at the edge of the couch, couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen.
His usually cheerful face was nowhere to be seen.
『…It's already bad enough that everyone at school calls her a bop. At least they usually say something nice after… but here? Not a single good thing. Nothing.』
Jenna suddenly jumped to her feet and slammed her hands on the coffee table.
"These bastards are lying on her head! And you know what's worse? She's probably reading this crap wherever she is right now."
Nadia lowered her head, devastated.
"She is. I know she is…"
━ ━ ━ ━
Scott's masked face filled the center of the screen as he stood rigidly in front of Gwen.
His jaw tightened as he read the relentless flow of chat.
It wasn't just about him anymore.
They were tearing someone else apart.
Someone who wasn't even there to defend herself.
『That's not what this stream is about…』
Never.
[Miss Mercury = useless.]
[Corporate sellout confirmed.]
└ [Bet she's crying somewhere with her millions.]
└ [Fr, she probably wipes her tears with hundred-dollar bills.]
[Let's be real, she's just there for simps.]
└ [BRO STOP. My sides! 💀]
---
Scott lifted a hand to signal the drones to focus on him.
His voice was firm.
"Alright, listen up. Can we not?"
The chat slowed for a moment as viewers processed his words.
"Show a little respect to the corporate heroes you're so quick to call 'slaves.' Do you even understand what some of them go through? Sure, some might get caught up in the popularity or the money. But a lot of them… they don't have a choice. They need the corporations to do their jobs."
Scott's tone softened, just slightly.
"I'm not a fan of the system either, but I'm also not blind. I don't know much about Miss Mercury, but here's what I do know: there's never been a single scandal involving her. She hasn't been seen with a man. She doesn't have an FO account. And, oh yeah, she stops over forty crimes a year."
He crossed his arms and glared directly at the drones.
"Isn't that enough for you?"
The chat slowed, then shifted.
[Wait, over 40 crimes? Damn.]
[Yeah, she's actually putting in work.]
[Bro's making some points ngl…]
[Fine. We'll stop roasting her.]
└ [Yeah, let's troll The Peak instead.]
[The Peak's an actual fraud anyway.]
└ [Dude wrote a whole book like we care. 💀]
└ [Bro really thought he was the next Einstein 💀]
└ [I swear I keep saying not all blondes are dumb, but The Peak throws all that out the window (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)]
[Remember when that female android MegaCorp unveiled last year was covered in thick cum?]
└ [DNA matched The Peak. 😂]
└ [HOW DID I FORGET THAT?! 💀]
└ [Bro raped the motherboard outta that android…]
[The Peak = nine-time sex offender. Look it up.]
---
As the hate redirected toward The Peak, Gwen glanced at Scott with an impressed smirk.
"Well, damn. Didn't think you had that in you."
Scott ignored her and focused instead on the chat as the hostility toward Emma dissolved.
━ ━ ━ ━
Back at Emma's Living Room…
Nadia and Jenna stared at the screen in stunned silence.
Then Jenna shot up again, this time with a wide grin.
"Green flag?" she asked, holding up a hand.
Nadia smiled faintly and slapped her palm against Jenna's.
"Green flag."
Marcus, still seated, leaned forward as his eyes locked on Nightwatch's image. For the first time in years, he felt a flicker of hope… a spark of admiration.
"…He's a real hero…" Marcus whispered.
Nadia and Jenna looked at each other with soft smiles.
"He is… your aunt chose the right man this time."