Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 161: Deep Connections

Judy stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking like gunfire against the polished floor. Her fists clenched around the strap of her handbag as her fearsome breath came out in sharp, furious huffs.

The nerve of that absolute dumbass!

Of all the stupid, brainless, dick-driven things Scott could have done, this had to be the absolute worst.

At least… that’s what she thought.

Then—

A swirl of inky darkness erupted in front of her, coalescing into a familiar, black-clad figure.

Judy jolted slightly, stopping mid-stride, but only just.

Scott stood there, hands held out.

He looked both cautious and desperate—as though he was trying to calm a wild animal.

"Come on… can you calm down for a second?"

Her face twisted instantly, like he had just told her to take a deep breath while she was on fire.

Scott blinked as the realization struck hit him too late.

Never tell a furious lady to calm down.

『Oh boy… here it comes.』

Judy’s eyes blazed with unholy fury as she threw her hands up like they were fireworks.

"The fuck do I need to wait or calm down for?! You seem to be having the whole fucking time of your life doing dumb shit like having an orgy with a chocolate, gym mama in my place of work! And let me guess—she’s not one of the ladies you claimed to be fucking with! Dickhead!"

Scott flinched at the sheer volume, but before he could even open his mouth, Judy squinted past him, then tilted her head.

"Oh, dang! Looks like I scared off your date. Or maybe—" h

Her lips curled into a wicked smirk.

"You’re just not that good of a fucking kisser!"

Scott’s stomach dropped. "Wait, what? She’s gone?!"

He spun around, his head snapping left and right, scanning the hallway.

Ezel was nowhere to be seen.

"No, no, no—where’d she go?!"

Judy rolled her eyes, then adjusted her handbag with some exaggerated annoyance.

"Bitch, please. That filthy skank probably left to get you some condoms and the most available motel in the area. Don’t act like you don’t know."

Scott turned back to her, shaking his head.

"No, you don’t understand. That lady i—"

Judy cut him off with a sharp, incredulous bark of laughter.

"What’s there not to understand?! You were pressing your junk against that skank’s junk and sucking face with her like you were the most readily available gay prostitute in a dull night at the strip club!"

She leaned back slightly with a facial expression so loud it was practically screaming.

"Maybe next time, you should ask me for some lip gloss when you wanna suck more face in a working space! MY WORKING SPACE!! And in front of a friggin’ woman like me, who ALREADY TOLD YOU I WAS INTO YOU!"

Scott opened his mouth, then hesitated.

Oh, she wasn’t done.

Judy exhaled sharply as she threw her hands up again.

"Later on, there’ll be stupid guys online posting shit like, ’A lady should shoot her shot with a guy she likes!’ Duh, ladies wanna do that! But they only like men who have a wide range of options so they can feel special when they’re chosen over other women!"

Scott blinked. Thought about that.

Then stroked his chin.

"Wait… that’s actually right—"

"DON’T FUCKING AGREE WITH ME!"

Scott recoiled. "Then what do you want me to do?!"

"CAN IT, FACE SUCKER!"

Scott groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Alright, you REALLY need to calm down—"

Judy didn’t let him finish.

Her palm smacked against his chest, fast and relentless, like she was trying to slap his soul out of his body.

"HEY! I’m calm! I’m perfectly calm! Why wouldn’t I be calm?! DIAL DOWN THE OBSESSIVE EGO, DICKHEAD! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO WITH YOUR LOVE LIFE! NEWS FLASH, THIS AWARD-WINNING JOURNALIST CAN DO FINE ON HER OWN!"

She stared angrily at Scott again before he could speak.

"AND YES, I’VE WON AWARDS!"

Then, as if making the final statement in a courtroom trial, she shoved him aside and stormed off again with strides that were even much fiercer than before.

Scott just stood there, completely bewildered.

He looked at her retreating figure, then at the empty space where Ezel had been, then back at Judy.

Finally, he groaned, resting his hands on his knees as his mask dissolved into wisps of darkness.

He was so, so screwed.

『Uhnnn… I need a drink…』

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Judy stormed down the empty road as her heels clapped against the pavement. Even the streetlights seemed to flicker nervously in her presence.

『Congratulations to me! My whole damn day has been ruined by that absolute, brainless, dick-driven waste of a man. YES, I SAID IT ── !!』

Shadow.

Her eye twitched at just the thought of him.

A few women stood huddled near a closed café, trying to read directions off a dull lit phone screen.

They glanced up as she approached but instantly recoiled at the sight of her thunderous scowl.

No one in their right mind would ask her for help.

She looked like she’d rip the phone out of their hands, crush it into dust, and then demand to know why they even owned one in the first place.

Judy clicked her tongue in irritation.

She continued walking ahead like a furious CEO about to fire half the board.

She had parked her car far outside the Metro Daily building to avoid parking fees—only senior staff got that privilege, after all. And now, she regretted it. She had to sort through a damn junkyard of abandoned cars just to get to hers. But honestly? It wasn’t the only reason she parked out here.

Superheroes.

If a car was new, clean, and in perfect working condition, it was basically a free weapon in their eyes. They’d grab it, chuck it at a villain, and then — surprise, surprise — miss. And guess who was stuck dealing with insurance claims after that?

Judy clucked her tongue several more times as she started mumbling like a pissed-off child.

『Oh, please! That son of a bitch really thought he was so important that he could hurt me just by being around another lame-ass woman?』

Pfft.

『I… I’m sure that woman — what’s her damn name again? I don’t think I asked. Whatever — she can’t even connect with Shadow on an intellectual level. No plans for financial security, no understanding of economic independence, no long-term stability to ensure her future kids won’t cry their lungs out because she can’t afford the newest toy trend.』

Then—

She remembered it.

The way Shadow grabbed Ezel’s ass.

Judy stopped dead in her tracks.

『I swear the only time I’ve had my ass grabbed… it’s by that fucking pervert Scott McQueen. When I told my coworkers they all said I was lying and just chasing clout!』

Her jaw tightened to steel.

『Kinda wish Shadow would grab me like that…』

She did her best to hide the childishness on her face.

She was so ashamed.

A second later, her fist smashed against the side of a nearby dusty car, rattling the entire frame. A couple of rats shrieked and scattered, disappearing into the shadows.

"Fucking hell."

Her chest heaved as she sucked in sharp and seethed breaths that looked like they could melt steel.

She ran a hand through her hair, then groaned, dragging her fingers down her face.

『That dumb bitch probably spent all her time thinking about workout routines to expand her overgrown ass. She probably can’t even do anything impressive — like list the first fifty elements of the fucking periodic table!』

Judy finally reached her car.

She slammed her fist onto the button of the handle, and the door hissed open like it belonged to some futuristic sci-fi vehicle.

She shook her head aggressively with wild eyes.

Did he actually think she cared who he sucked face with?!

Ha! Big mistake.

All she cared about was finding the serial killer, getting her "well-deserved" front-page, and cementing herself as the greatest reporter of all time.

She yanked open the door, but as she got in, the strap of her handbag tangled around her arm. She struggled for all of five seconds before sheer rage took over, and she hurled the bag into the backseat.

Then she slammed her fists against the horn.

"FUCK! FUCK!! FUUUCK!!!"

She snorted like an enraged bull as her nostrils flared.

"Hello, Judy, that friggin’ slurry Loretta wasn’t even his damn type anyway!"

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She jabbed at the multifunctional display, setting the car into auto-driving mode.

But just as she was about to let the AI take over—

She froze.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as her eyes locked onto the figure standing directly in front of her car.

Ezel.

Her stare was deadly, burning with raw, primal rage.

Judy’s lips parted. "What the fu—"

Before the words could even leave her mouth, Ezel grabbed the underbody of the car’s bumper.

And lifted it.

Judy barely had a second to react before her entire world turned upside down.

The car flipped high into the air, spinning like the lightest pancake at a breakfast diner, before crashing down onto a pile of abandoned vehicles several meters away. The impact sent a cloud of dust and metal screeching into the night.

Judy groaned in pain and her skull pounded as she struggled to get her bearings.

"Uhnnnn… my — nghk… my head…!"

Her fingers fumbled against the broken glass of the window, weakly pushing at the shattered frame.

She had to get out.

She finally managed to kick the window free, and with a strained grunt, she crawled out like a wounded animal.

Ezel didn’t move.

She simply watched.

Cold. Calculated. Deadly.

"I couldn’t risk killing you in front of my dearest…"

Ezel finally spoke in THAT eerily calm voice.

"But now that you’re alone, I will snap your fragile Terran neck like a twig… and rearrange your bones for decoration in my homeworld."

Her fists clenched.

Still struggling to wipe excess blood off her head, Judy groaned loudly.

"Bro… I don’t even know who you are."

Judy coughed as she dragged herself from beneath the crushed remains of her once-mint car as her head pounded like a war drum.

Blood trickled down her face, thick and warm, dripping onto the pavement below.

『Shit… my head feels like a leaking slushy machine…』

She felt like a ragdoll that had been thrown, shaken, and stomped on for good measure.

And yet, as she looked up at Ezel, who loomed over her like a goddess of war, all she could think about was how fucking tired she was.

The alien woman pointed a rigid finger at her, eyes burning with something between insanity and conviction.

"When you are dead, there will be no woman to get in the way of me and my mate."

Judy blinked.

"Lo… Look—"

She wiped at the blood clouding her vision.

"I really don’t know where the hell you came from or whatever it is you want to do with Shadow, but at this point, I really don’t give a damn."

She forced herself to sit up, groaning at the stabbing pain shooting through her ribs.

"There’s nothing—absolutely nothing—romantic going on between me and Shadow. And if that wasn’t obvious enough, he was comfortable enough to suck your face off and grab your ass like it was a goddamn pillow."

The words tasted like acid coming out of her mouth.

Just remembering the scene made her stomach churn with a cocktail of anger and disgust.

"LIAR ── !"

Ezel’s voice cracked through the night like a whip as her finger jabbed toward Judy once more, but this time her face twisted into a mask of unfiltered rage. She stepped forward with sharp and deliberate movement.

"I felt it!"

Ezel snarled.

"The deep connection between you and him. There is no denying that there is something—something you share with him. Or at least… something you have for him!"

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Judy let out a slow breath.

This whole thing was so fucking dumb.

She didn’t have the energy for this soap opera bullshit.

She ran a bloodied hand down her tired face.

"Look… I really don’t give a fuck about that womanizer right now. All I want to do is go home and figure out how the hell I’m going to get my sixty-thousand-dollar car fixed—or at least get something from it, because I know for a fact no one’s gonna believe a goddamn gym mommy threw my car across the street with me still inside it."

She chuckled in pains.

"Next time you toss someone into a luxury car, maybe make sure they’re actually dead. This feels like jumping off the Empire State Building, slamming into a Mercedes-Benz Maybach, and somehow surviving—except now I’m half a body short and a million dollars in debt."

A fresh wave of pain pounded against her skull, forcing a groan out of her.

How did she even survive?

But Ezel wasn’t convinced.

She didn’t care about Judy’s exhaustion, her frustration, or her complete and utter disinterest in Scott at the moment.

No. That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was something far deeper.

"My mate would never have been able to pull away if he didn’t see you…"

Ezel said, gritting her teeth.

"That means one of two things… either you have deep feelings for him… or he does for you!"

She cracked her knuckles.

The sound was a grim promise.

"But in the end, the only one who will face the cold hands of death is still you."

Judy rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"Oh great. That’s fair."

She threw her hands up.

"Why can’t you just believe me when I say I’m not attracted to that egotistical son of a bitch? And if I was at any point, then guess what? It’s gone!"

Ezel shook her head slowly, like a teacher disappointed in a failing student.

"No… deleted feelings is a concept that will never exist as long as the Terran heart still beats."

She took another step forward.

Judy instinctively crawled back.

Fear crept up her spine, even as she tried to hide it.

Ezel crouched, then got a better look at her.

The trembling eyes of the investigative reporter met the fierce, battle-raised eyes of the warrior woman.

"Maybe you don’t feel it now… but there’s a great attraction between you and him. One that goes beyond mere chemical feelings. And maybe he doesn’t feel it now… but someday, he just might."

Her brows lowered and her eyes grew sharper than ever.

"I have searched for my mate for countless decades. And now that I have found him, I will not relinquish him to a Terran woman who is weaker… and far less attractive than myself."

Judy snapped. "HEY!"

Ezel ignored her.

Instead, she raised her fist.

"I will use a single punch… to reduce you to atoms."

Judy’s heart fearfully slammed against her ribs as she braced herself—

But before Ezel could strike—

"FREEZE!"

A chorus of clicks could be heard as several red laser sights locked onto Ezel’s body.

Then, a loud, dramatic voice diced the tension

"LEAVE THE DAMSEL, VILLAIN!"

Judy’s head snapped toward the source of the voice.

Standing at a safe — but fairly heroic — distance was Commissioner Bennett and a squad of officers with their trusty sidearms trained on Ezel.

All the way in the back — like he was trying to stay out of life-threatening trouble — stood The Peak. One hand rested on his hip, while the other was pointed dramatically at Ezel.

Judy groaned. "Oh, for fuck’s sake…"

The Peak narrowed his eyes at Ezel as his golden locks caught the dim streetlights.

"Hmmm… this one looks really strong… and sexy…"

He mused to himself, stroking his chin.

"Not sure I can take her head-on… maybe just a few good flicks, and I’ll leave the rest to the cops."

Ezel grinned, baring sharp teeth.

"Meat…"