Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 158: Club Disaster

Overwatch Headquarters

Scott sat in the center of his dark command room at the Overwatch Headquarters.

He was surrounded by a terrifying labyrinth of high-definition holographic screens.

Each one displayed live satellite footage of Metro City—dark alleys, empty streets, shadowy rooftops—all bathed in the pale glow of calm city lights.

He was still wearing his sleek Shadow Factor Suit.

He had retracted his mask, letting the stale, metallic air of the room brush against his clammy skin.

『Hrmm… I’m a little hot…』

His tired eyes had heavy, purple bags under them.

He stared dead into the array.

Over 60 screens. Not a single blink.

His phone buzzed.

The sharp ring sliced through the silence.

Scott’s bloodshot eyes slid to the device lying among scattered files and hastily scribbled notes.

[Forty missed calls.]

Thirty from a worried Gwen and Emma combined, and the other ten from Judy.

He thumbed the phone off without a word.

His eyes drifted back to the screens.

"Men keep dying every day…"

His voice was hoarse, as if every word was dragged out by a gut-wrenching force.

"The same pattern. Large amounts. If I don’t stop this killer, I might regret it way too soon."

His gaze dropped to the detailed sketch in his hand—a rendering of Ezel.

A rough sketch, but still very useful.

His fingers tightened on the paper, creasing the edges.

"It’s supposed to be an African-American woman…"

He muttered, staring back at the screens.

"But I haven’t seen a damn sign of her in all the satellite footage. Feels… pointless."

His gloved hand rose and he pressed hard against the bridge of his nose, as if trying to stave off blindness.

His vision pulsed, static and fuzz at the edges.

The other paper in his hand crumpled slightly.

It was a strange insignia Brigid had handed him.

Supposedly, it was seen on Ezel’s bodysuit.

"What the hell does this even mean…"

A rush of shadows crawled up his neck, pooling over his head and reforming into his sleek helmet.

[System Active!]

The HUD flickered to life as a cool blue interface layered over his exhausted vision.

"System…" he rasped, "can you identify this insignia?"

[Scanning…]

A pause. His heart thudded slowly, painfully in his chest.

[Attempt failed. Scanning again…]

A low growl escaped him.

[Attempt failed. Accessing extraterrestrial database.]

Scott’s eyes sharpened. "Extraterrestrial, huh?"

His brow furrowed. "Wait… don’t tell me that—"

[Insignia identified.]

A map of stars scrolled across his HUD as constellations and coordinates aligned.

[It is the great insignia of an ancient warrior race known as the Pontiachs, from the planet Pontius, located in the Glemins Quadrant of the Andromeda Galaxy.]

Something inside Scott clicked.

The stagnant sludge of fatigue lifted, if only a little.

His lips curled into a shadow of a smile.

"Well, shit…"

He spoke with some quirkiness.

"Didn’t fucking know you were a damn intergalactic encyclopedia, System."

[Would the host like to know more?]

"Lay it on me."

[The first killing occurred in the West District of Metro City. A few hours to this—satellite scans detected powerful sound beams that tunneled through space-time, likely traveling out of the galaxy.]

Scott’s head tilted. "A beacon?"

[Affirmative. Further analysis suggests the extraterrestrial individual may have used highly advanced technology to mirror the quantum signature of the beacon and slingshot through a warp bubble to Earth.]

He leaned back as the shadowy plates of his suit clicked softly against the metal chair.

"That makes sense… kinda. But why the hell is she targeting every man here?"

His mind spun as he hurriedly pulled up autopsy reports and toxicology screens.

"Is she just… lonely? A man-hater? Or—"

He froze.

His fragile brain hit a wall, then bounced off it, then scattered pieces everywhere.

"Wait."

Scott’s fingers twitched.

"The chemicals in the bodies… the victims were all male. Elevated endorphins. Adrenaline. Levels scientists have never seen before."

The System hummed in its robotic sound.

[Calculating… High probability that the individual is searching for a suitable mate, as it is common for all female Pontiachs. Her sexual energies may be incompatible with Terran biology, resulting in fatal outcomes.]

Scott’s eyes widened.

"Oh, fuck."

His fingers snapped loudly.

"That’s it! The beacon—it came from Earth, but it might not even originate from here! Hell, we don’t have tech capable of FTL travel. It’s probably just alien tech in the wrong hands. The woman isn’t searching for humans—she’s looking for the owner of the beacon."

His eyes narrowed.

"Whoever they are… they’re the suitable mate!"

Adrenaline shot through him.

The screens blurred, and he stood as a surge of strength pulsed through his weary limbs.

"Now I just need a pattern. Yes, yes, a pattern. I just need to figure out where sh—"

The System cut him off.

[One of the hacked satellites has detected an abnormal entry two hours ago. Supersonic speed. The object halted at Wilmar’s Street.]

Scott’s lips pulled into a smirk.

"What’s at Wilmar’s Street?"

[Searching… Rolling Stone Club.]

The shadowy mask slid back to reveal his sly grin.

"Gotcha."

Finally, there was something to hunt down!

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Ezel held Jake’s hand tightly.

It wasn’t her usual grip that pressed steel like it was paper and crushed diamond to dust.

Her grip was both firm and possessive as she led him through the pulsing waves of bodies.

The music pounded with heart-trembling force as it made the air vibrate with each powerful beat.

For all his nervous energy, Jake could do little more than stare at the woman leading him—his eyes shamelessly sweeping from the curve of her hips to the straightforwardness in her eyes, a huge, stupid smile plastered across his face.

Ezel finally stopped, pulling him into a secluded corner where the neon glow dimmed just enough to carve a pocket of exclusivity.

She turned to him and her lips curled slightly.

"You’ve been staring quite a bit…"

She murmured, tilting her head slightly.

"Do you have something interesting to tell me?"

Jake blinked, then quickly looked around as his brain scrambled for something—anything—to say.

"Uhh…"

Silence.

His mind spun like a broken record, the needle skipping from one half-formed thought to another. What would Scott say in this situation? Something cool, something smooth. Maybe—

『Your eyes are as beautiful as the stars of the night sky, I can’t stop staring into them.』

—NO. He shook his head vehemently.

『Scott wouldn’t say that. In fact, a girl would probably say that to Scott. That bastard has blue eyes that belong to a Greek god, a real Adonis walking the earth while I’m just some chubby kid trying not to sweat through his shirt. Man, this self-pity shit is getting corny…』

His face twisted in frustration before he finally looked back at Ezel, who was still standing there—patient, unbothered, as if she had all the time in the world.

He swallowed.

"Uhm… I was wondering if you wanted to, y’know… dance a little and maybe do some other cool, uh… stuff."

Smooth. Real smooth.

Before he could sink deeper into self-loathing, Ezel placed a single finger on his lips.

"Shhh…"

His brain short-circuited.

He blinked, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, but he didn’t dare move as his watery lips tingled where her finger pressed softly.

Meanwhile, Ezel was reveling in it.

She loved a man who obeyed her every word.

But beyond that, there was something… greatly different about this one.

Something that made her take pause.

Most Terran men would have already collapsed by now.

Just being within range of her sexual energy should have turned his legs to jelly, should have made his mind fog over with uncontrollable desire. Yet here he was, still standing, still speaking, still looking at her with that same lost-puppy confusion.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

『Interesting… how is he resisting me?』

There were only two possibilities. Either he truly had no sexual intentions toward her… or… he was a Dravek.

『I need to test this.』

Her decision was instant.

She moved closer as her shapely, meaty body pressed sensually against him as her slender yet muscular arms slid around his wide body. Her hands roamed downward as one slipped over his lower back while the other boldly grabbed his ass like they were fresh oranges.

Jake’s reaction was immediate.

His entire body jerked, pressing further into her as his plump cheeks burned red hot.

Ezel’s smile deepened.

"How hot and wet do you want this kiss to be?"

There was a lot of seduction in the way she whispered.

"I can make it however you want…"

Jake swallowed. Hard.

"Uhm… want… what…?"

Ezel leaned in, so close their noses brushed.

He could feel her breath—sweet, warm, intoxicating.

"Oh, come on~"

She purred so sexily.

If any man heard this themselves, the meat between their legs would be so hard it would be like a second heart.

"Mhm-mmm~ You really don’t have to be innocent. Just let yourself go. I’ll kiss you so good… you’ll never want to leave these lips of mine. And when I’m done with you in bed, you’ll crawl to me everyday hoping to be treated like the filthy slaves we have back on my planet."

Jake gulped again, his throat dry. His lips moved slightly in the direction of hers… only to suddenly pull back.

"I-, I’m sorry…"

He shook his head, stepping back slightly.

His voice was shakier than his legs.

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"I… I just… I can’t do this without you meeting my mom and dad first."

Ezel froze. "Eh…?"

Jake continued.

Funnily enough, his expression was completely serious.

"My dad’s in Iraq, but we can do a quick video call so you can talk to them. That’s much better… and, uh, you should take a test too. I’m really scared of STIs."

Silence.

Ezel just stared at him with a blank face.

This was a first.

Then Jake’s body stiffened.

A sharp pain shot through his lower half and painfully radiated up his spine. His face turned a deep shade of red as he doubled over and clutched his crotch as though his very life depended on it.

He squeezed his crotch so hard one would almost think he didn’t have a delicate item between those legs.

A deep, agonized grunt escaped his throat.

"Ahhhhhh—what’s… going on?"

Ezel’s eyes flickered with intrigue.

『Now this… this is truly disappointing. Regardless…』

She was hoping his case would be different.

Jake fell back even more and his body convulsed as he grunted in deep, guttural pain. His hands never left his crotch, gripping it with such force that it seemed like he was trying to crush whatever lay beneath his fingers.

"ARRGHHH!"

He bellowed with raw pain and agony.

"Why does it hurt so much──?!"

Ezel watched him with emotionless eyes.

For a moment, she simply stood there, letting his suffering play out as her blue eyes dimmed with disappointment.

Then, she sighed softly and looked away.

"Tch."

She clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.

"I really wanted it to be you… but it seems you don’t have what it takes to handle me either."

She shook her head as her hardened gaze dissolved into something almost like regret.

"And I was already starting to like you… you really are such a sweet and innocent person."

Without another word, she turned and walked away as she vanished into the partying crowd of the club.

Still on the floor, Jake gasped for breath. His chest heaved as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

His head spun. His ears rang.

He reached out as his chubby fingers stretched toward the vanishing silhouette of Ezel.

"W-, Wait…!"

Then, he felt it.

A thick, warm liquid dribbled down his upper lip.

His nostrils burned, and his ears tingled with a sharp sting.

He touched his face—

Black blood.

Jake’s eyes widened in horror as he yanked his hand away, staring at the dark, viscous fluid staining his fingers.

"No… no, no, no… this can’t be happening… not now…"

Panic flooded his veins as his breathing turned erratic.

His body trembled and his legs staggered backward.

He clenched his crotch harder, his entire being consumed by a deep, primal fear.

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Something was wrong──very, very wrong.

Across the club…

Scott stepped into the main room wearing a long, dark trench coat over his broad shoulders.

Beneath it, the sleek black material of the Shadow Factor Suit clung to his body with his helmet retracted to his neckline so his face remained visible.

His sharp eyes scanned the crowd with a grim face.

"Tch. Hope she hasn’t gotten to anyone yet."

He adjusted his gloves.

"If she has, then…"

His pace quickened as his eyes looked over the chaotic dance floor, searching—until something caught his eye.

In the corner, secluded from the strobing lights and thrumming bass, someone was choking violently. Their body convulsed as black blood splattered against a thick glass table as they struggled to breathe.

Scott’s eyes narrowed. "Huh…?"

Then, without hesitation—

Darkness swallowed his head and his sleek mask reformed in an instant.

Whoosh!──He moved.

To the crowd, it was as if he had simply disappeared.

One second he was there, the next he was a shadow streaking across the club, cutting through space like a bullet.

Only one person saw it happen.

Ezel.

To her, Scott’s "instant speed" was nothing but the lazy drift of a falling petal.

Maybe you could even call it a snail’s motion.

Her lips curled slightly as her eyes sparked with interest.

Meanwhile, Scott caught the convulsing body just as it was about to hit the floor. He collapsed his helmet once more as his breath hitched when he saw who it was.

"No way…"

Jake.

Scott’s brows furrowed.

"What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t you hear about the Penis Hunter going after any man she could find?!"

Jake wheezed, and then coughed up another mouthful of black blood. He squinted up at Scott with trembling pale lips as he forced out words between ragged breaths.

"Oh right…"

His voice cried with bitterness.

"Of course, it’s only when I look like a fool that you decide to come out of hiding and save me…"

He let out a hollow, choked laugh before hacking up more blood.

"Just… another reason why people think you’re better than me, huh? Well, fuck you…"

Scott blinked.

"Huh…?"

For a split second, he was caught off guard—not by the blood, not by the situation, but by the sheer pain in Jake’s eyes.

The anger. But now wasn’t the time.

Scott’s jaw tightened.

"We’ll talk about that later. First, I’m getting you to a damn hospital before you’re six-feet under."

Without another word, darkness swallowed them both.

From the crowd, Ezel watched it all unfold.

Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she tilted her head slightly as a very sexy smile curved her lips.

One of her hands shot up as she grabbed a handful of her soft, full breast. She squeezed herself so hard to draw a shiver of pleasure from her trembling body as Scott’s face filled her mind again.

Mmmmhmm~ ❤️

Her grip tightened, pressing herself more and more as she felt the firm little buds atop her breasts grow even harder—so sensitive that, for a moment, it almost felt like she might start leaking milk just from the thought of his handsome face and the commanding presence he carried with him.

It turned her on so bad.

A female Pontiach was almost always aroused──but this time her body was begging for it.

"Now that’s more like it~"

Ezel had found new prey.