Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 268: Bead of White

Emma and Nadia

Scott hovered over them on the narrow hospital bed.

His muscular knees sunk into the mattress on either side of their hips… hospital gown already half-open and hanging off his shoulders that looked carved from stone.

Emma lay on her back beneath him, one hand lazily circling the slick, swollen peach between her thighs. Every slow drag of her fingers made obscene little sounds that were wet and utterly shameless.

Her folds were so glossy they caught the fluorescent light like glass, and the more she played with herself the closer she crept to the edge; thighs already trembling, breath hitching like she might squirt and flood the sheets any second.

She stared up at him with that filthy grin as her tongue poked the corner of her mouth.

『If he doesn't fuck me soon I'm gonna lose it~』

Her delicate folds twitched harder.

She wanted his veiny shaft scrapping her against her pink walls like it was a thick sponge scrubbing against this wet, soaking mess she pictured as a sticky pan.

She just wanted to be plowed.

On the other hand, Nadia had her slender arms wrapped tight around her own ribs like she could fold herself in half and disappear. Big brown eyes glassy with nerves, bottom lip pushed out in the cutest, most innocent pout known to man.

The sight alone made the vein along the top of Scott's cock throb so hard it slapped against his abs.

Emma snapped her fingers up at him.

She looked like an impatient spoiled child.

"Quit staring and plow us already, big guy."

She slid a gentle hand onto Nadia's bare shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"But start with Nadia. Girl's earned it."

The two women traded a quick, conspiratorial side-eye and matching smirks.

Scott lifted a brow.

"Ladies, it's my dick we're talking about here, not the second coming of Christ."

Emma winked.

"Eh. Same difference tonight. Get to work."

Scott snorted, hooked his thumbs under the gown, and yanked it over his head in one smooth motion.

Eight hard ridges of muscle flexed under scarred skin.

Nadia's jaw actually dropped… mouth open, eyes wide, the whole cartoon bit.

Emma laughed under her breath.

"That's exactly how I looked the first time too."

Nadia slapped a hand over her mouth.

"S-, So hard…"

Her voice was muffled and tiny.

Very adorable to Scott.

Nadia is always cute and adorable like that.

Scott didn't wait for more commentary.

He grabbed Nadia by the hips as his fingers sunk deep into all that soft, bronze flesh and dragged her down the bed until the fat, angry head of his cock kissed her entrance.

Nadia panicked instantly as her hands flapped.

"W-, Wait, wait, maybe I should—"

He didn't let her finish.

One brutal roll of his hips and the swollen tip forced its way inside. Just the head, because Nadia clenched so hard her body straight-up refused him for a second.

"EEEE ♥️ EEEEEEKK ♥️♥️"

A shocked little squeak tore out of her throat.

Scott's fingers turned white on her hips, red prints blooming under each digit. He pushed again harder and the tight ring of muscle finally gave.

Inch after inch speared into her, splitting that virgin peach open with a wet sound.

It was like tearing a tender steak apart.

Nadia's back arched off the mattress as her legs kicked in the air.

"Ah—ahh, take it easy—!"

He didn't. Another merciless thrust buried him to the root as his balls slapped against her ass.

Nadia coughed, tongue actually lolling out as drool stringed from the corners of her pretty mouth. Her huge breasts bounced wildly with every violent stroke and her nipples went diamond-hard.

Scott grabbed both tits like they owed him money.

Squeezing them hard enough to make her wince.

"Don't… ♥️ squeeze me so… ahnnn ♥️"

That was the sound he wanted to her.

The feeling of mind-blowing sex while she also tried to not be her submissive self.

But Nadia is very cute when she's submissive.

And this is one of those times since Scott knew nothing would make him cum faster than drilling a woman who was deeply ashamed of having sex.

Nadia's arms flew around his waist on instinct as she clung for dear life.

『I—I didn't think it would hurt this much… I don't even know what I'm supposed to do, I've never watched porn or well anything like that… I feel stupid… ahhh just, just hold on here and—oh my—』

Her brain short-circuited when he started kneading her breasts properly, thumbs rolling over her nipples as his strong palms pressed the heavy flesh together until it spilled between his fingers like warm dough.

Every rough thrust sent them jiggling against his forearms.

It was like their meaty goodness wanted to burst free.

Then he really started fucking her.

Hips slamming forward like he wanted to bruise her cervix as his cock dragged along every sensitive wall inside her until her eyes rolled back. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Nadia's head thrashed side to side, moans turning into broken, unintelligible sobs. Her legs flailed, heels drumming the mattress, pussy fluttering and squeezing around him like it couldn't decide whether to push him out or suck him deeper.

Each thrust punched the air out of her lungs.

Spit bubbled at the corner of her mouth.

She felt like she needed to pee and cum and scream all at the same time.

Scott growled, grip sliding back to her tits.

He squeezed harder and Nadia's left nipple suddenly twitched then spasmed against his palm.

Then a fat bead of white rolled over his thumb.

He froze mid-thrust.

Emma's fingers stopped circling her soaked clit.

"No fucking way…"

Another thick drop welled up, clung for a second, then spilled down the curve of Nadia's breast.

It was milk. Actual milk.

Nadia slapped both hands over her burning face with a mortified squeak. The nipple kept leaking as slow streams painted shiny trails across her skin.

Scott blinked. "Uh."

Emma leaned over, fascinated.

"That explains why every jacket I borrow from you has mystery wet patches in the chest…"

Nadia whimpered into her palms.

"When I get… really turned on… it just—it happens, okay? I didn't want to ruin—"

Scott opened his mouth in surprise.

"Could be a prolactin thing, I can have the hospital run some bloodwork—"

Nadia rolled onto her side, knees drawn up as she still hid her pretty face. She parted two fingers just enough to give him a shy, desperate glance.

"No… just…"

Her voice came out like a cute whisper.

"Just fuck me."

Silence.

Then both Scott and Emma's jaws dropped in perfect unison.

Nadia groaned into her hands, mortified.

"Can you not stare at me like that?"

Her lactating nipple twitched.

"It's making it worse…"

Emma recovered first, planting her hands on her hips, still on her knees.

"So what are we doing about the milk situation, then?"

Scott's smirk could cut glass.

Without a word he reached over, grabbed one of Emma's stiff nipples, and twisted it hard.

Emma's tongue fell out, eyes rolling back as she made the sluttiest, most delirious face known to mankind.

"Hnnng ♥️♥️"

He let go.

"Simple. I suck her dry."

Emma slapped his hand away, breathless.

"You didn't have to maul me to say that, asshole."

Scott side-eyed her. "I like to play."

Emma bit her lip theatrically. "Mmm, sexy~"

A thick spurt of milk suddenly shot from Nadia's unattended nipple and splattered Scott's abs.

Nadia let out a strangled moan.

Her massive hips jerked involuntarily.

She peeked through her fingers again.

"C-, Can I get some attention over here…?"

Scott rubbed his palms together like a villain about to feast.

"Step aside. The milk doctor has arrived."

Emma's face went deadpan.

"Never fucking say that again."

Scott's expression flattened.

"…Sorry…"