Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 148: High-Security Stream!

Volkner Interstellar Museum…

Judy led the group into a new room.

It was smaller than the vast exhibition halls where all the other artifacts were kept. But unlike the others, this one was completely barren—no ancient relics, no dusty displays, just reinforced walls and an atmosphere that practically screamed "high-security lockdown."

Meanwhile, Dog Girl was scratching the back of her ear with enough focus to make it look like an Olympic event.

A second later──pop!

A tiny flea leaped out.

Dog Girl stopped, blinked, then sighed in relief, stretching her arms behind her head with a wide, satisfied smile.

"Ahhh, that fixes it…"

A few of the chat messages instantly reacted.

[Did she just have a flea?? 🤨]

[No way. Tell me I imagined that.]

[I mean, she is a Dog Girl…]

[Ding! $5 Donation from @Dinosaurking PROTEIN SNACK FOR THE ROAD]

･･･

Dog Girl casually glanced at Judy.

"So, uh, what is this place?"

Judy turned back to the group with the alien cube still firm in her hands.

"This is the museum’s high-security room…"

She explained, shifting the cube between her fingers.

"We’ve got high-tech laser cutters surrounding every window, security cameras linked to pressure plates and high-visual readers—all of which trigger hidden plasma rifles. And to top it off—automatic security doors on all exits."

A confident smile followed.

[Okay, but why does a museum have a deathtrap?]

[Yo, is this a museum or a military base??]

[Invisible lady enters → Plasma turrets activate → Manager: "Why are we over budget? 🙃"]

[I feel like this is foreshadowing something bad…]

･･･

Judy placed the alien cube on a sleek podium.

With a press of a button—shhhnk!—a high-tech display case descended over it, locking it securely in place.

She exhaled.

"Mr. Volkner trusted me with this. And the security team too. I can’t afford to mess this up. Not for him, not for my news agency…"

A deep, weary sigh left her lips as she visibly started imagining her boss yelling at her.

["I AM DISAPPOINTED, JUDY!" 🤭 I can already imagine it and it’s hilarious!]

└ [WeTube ahh comment. 💀]

[Bro, ain’t no way her boss already stressed her out in her own imagination. Y’all stay safe out there. 💀]

[$5 Donation from @OverworkedIntern - relatable tbh. 😔]

└ [You can tell from his dono he’s poor. 💀]

└ [Don’t dono-shame bro. 😐]

･･･

Vixen, who had been silent until now, smiled as she scanned the security-heavy room.

Then, she walked over to Shadow—smoothly, gracefully—and without hesitation, she wrapped herself around him.

Her full weight leaned into him.

Soft. Warm.

Tired.

But… stubborn.

"Alright…"

Vixen purred with a very light tone.

"Now that’s all secured… I’d really like for you and me to continue our patrol somewhere else."

She tightened her grip, playfully but possessively.

"… But maybe we should grab some food first. Y’know, from that midnight restaurant on 23rd?"

She sighed dramatically.

"Phew, I am starving…"

Then, yanking Shadow’s arm with a grin that wasn’t a request but a demand, she locked eyes with him.

"RIGHT──?!"

The chat exploded.

[UH OH! 😳]

[… Do I smell an argument brewing?]

└ [Smell deez nuts while you’re at it.]

[Lmaoooo she is NOT letting Shadow breathe. 😭🙏]

[Blink twice if u need help, big guy. ✌️]

･･･

Shadow didn’t know what to say.

He looked at Vixen.

Her beautiful face, her desperate eyes…

Oddly, she looked like she wanted nothing more than for just them to be together for the rest of the night.

But then he looked at Judy.

And her face was just as desperate—her brows crumpled, her lips pressed tight.

She looked like she’d cry if he said yes to Vixen.

Judy swallowed hard.

"But I was really hoping you’d stay the night and help me keep watch…"

She said as her voice became a little shaky.

"Just in case that… the uh, invisible lady comes back and tries something."

She forced a small smile.

"I’d… feel better if you were here."

[Oh no, she’s guilt-tripping.]

└ [What can I say? Classic journalist tactic. 🤷‍♂️]

└ [I swear, they’re so shameless! 🤬]

[Two women. one decision. ONE SHADOW.]

└ [Five coochies, man. Don’t forget that. 🗿]

[Judy literally holding back tears rn bro cmon]

[I low-key don’t like how Vixen is being possessive of my boy fr, like let him do his shit. Judy is trying to make a difference by keeping all this safe so people of the world can come to this museum and learn all sorts of fun stuffs about aliens! I think we should all consider that!]

Ngl, i’mma just go with the one with bigger tits…]

I’m an ass guy, so tbh, I fuck with Judy more. She got that overweight Asian mom ass.]

This chat just turned into a Jerkmate lobby. 💀]

･･･

But Vixen wasn’t having it.

"Uhm…"

She muttered, a skeptical brow raised.

"I’m not sure that’ll happen. And even if it did, you’ve got Witch, Sniperess, Dog Girl, and Marmot Man."

She let out a breathy chuckle, but her next words were sharp.

"Losing us shouldn’t be too much, right?"

The tension in the air grew thick.

Judy slowly folded her arms.

Her eyes narrowed just a little.

"Well…"

She managed to keep her voice cool.

"I’m not going to drag anything with anyone. But I’d feel safer if I had more backup here."

Her lips twitched.

Vixen’s frown deepened.

"… Who said anything about dragging?"

Judy’s smug expression stayed locked in place.

"Think what you want."

[AW HELL NAH. WE NEED A CRISIS MODERATOR! 😭]

└ [TF is that? 💀]

[TS GOING DOWN LMAO]

[Girl, take your man and RUN.]

[FUCK VIXEN, JUDY NEEDS HIM.]

[I DON’T CARE WHO WINS JUST GIVE ME MORE CHAOS! MORE CONTENT!]

･･･

Shadow? He was sweating.

The man was stuck between two women—one craving alone time, the other clinging to duty.

And neither wanted to back down.

The viewers? They were LOVING this.

[Ding! +$10,000 donation!]

[Ding! +$7,200 donation!]

[Ding! +$5,000 donation!]

The donations and gifts said it all.

Shadow sighed.

Then, he looked at Vixen.

"Come on…"

His voice was firm but also came out gently.

"If the cube gets into the wrong hands because we decided to go on patrol somewhere else, that’d be on us too."

Vixen’s grip on his arm tightened.

"But… our patrol…"

Her lips pressed together as her brows knitted like an angry troll trying to hold in its fury.

Shadow smiled under his mask.

Knowing she couldn’t see it, he placed a hand on her head and gave her a gentle pat.

"We can always do that some other time. As much as you want, alright?"

Vixen let out a slow breath.

It was a tough one. But she nodded.

"… Alright then. If that’s what you want."

Her voice was softer this time, less defensive. She didn’t look as mad as she did earlier, and after a moment, she even gave him a small, reluctant smile.

[THEY COMPROMISED!!]

[Nooooooo I wanted the argument to escalate. 😭]

[Bro fumbled date night for a space Rubik’s cube. Smh.]

└ [Fr. I ain’t never gonna sacrifice some shit cube for booty, on my momma! 🗣️🔥🔥🔥]

└ [That’s why you ain’t a hero bro. Y’all ain’t got that Uncle Ben lesson instilled in y’all. 🤷‍♂️]

[REAL HERO HOURS 🔥🔥🔥]

With that, Shadow stepped forward.

"Alright…" he said, turning to Judy. "We’ll stay."

Judy’s lips parted.

Then──she beamed.

"Thank you…"

She breathed as her relief practically radiated off her.

And before she could even stop herself, she rushed toward Shadow—

But—

Vixen suddenly jumped in between them.

Her arms spread out like a shield.

"There’s no need for that!"

[💀💀💀 LMAO SHE BLOCKED THE HUG]

[The strong urge to say "it’s always the fridge protecting the snacks" but Vixen is a valid baddie. 🤦‍♂️]

[Judy boutta initiate physical contact and Vixen said "Access Denied"]

└ [Judy.exe has stopped working]

└ [Nerd joke in 2045 is crazy. 💀]

└ [Fr, who let this man cook? 😐]

･･･

Judy blinked. Shadow blinked.

"Uh…" they both muttered.

Vixen turned to Shadow, giving him a quick, sharp side-eye.

"Hrmm…"

She hummed suspiciously.

"You were quite eager to get a hug from her just now."

Shadow tilted his head. "What?"

Vixen crossed her arms.

"First, you’ll say it’s just a hug… and the next thing you know, you’ll be feeling up Judy’s breasts using your chest… maybe even her nipples if you’re lucky. And then grabbing her ass in that specific way that’s arousing but not perverted enough for her to notice."

The entire room froze.

Judy’s eyebrows shot up.

"Wait a minute…"

She sounded deeply insulted.

"He does that──?!"

Shadow took a step back.

"Hold on."

He lifted his hands in defense.

"I’ve only grabbed Judy’s ass once. It was soft, but it’s not like I enjoyed it in THAT way!"

Judy’s expression darkened.

"Wait. You grabbed my ass?"

She paused.

"When?"

Shadow’s brain screeched to a halt.

[OH SHIT]

[OH SHIT x2]

[OH SHIT x3]

He clicked his tongue.

『Shit. That wasn’t me. That was Scott.』

His gaze darted to the others.

Then—

Witch took a slow step forward, adjusting her gloves.

"Ohoo~"

She mused with some amusement in her voice.

"So you must really love touching my cousin’s ass."

Sniperess, who had been quiet until now, slowly adjusted her high-tech rifle.

Click──ready to fire.

Shadow swallowed.

The chat lost its mind.

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└ [Pineapple pizza is actually GOATED. You only hate it because the internet told you too.]

└ [Football is better than American Football.]

└ [The Peak’s album wasn’t that bad…]

└ [All those opinions belong in the gutter. WTAF, do people really think this? 💀]

[Can’t spell "Shadow" without "SHADY."]

[Why is this man self-reporting so hard? 💀]

└ [Folded under zero pressure 😭]

[Bro ain’t even on trial and he’s confessing to crimes.]

･･･

A few minutes later…

The team was seated on wooden crates inside the high-security room.

Marmot Man was slumped in one corner, completely asleep.

Dog Girl was sniffing around, her ears twitching every so often as she checked for any changes in the atmosphere.

Witch and Sniperess, still on high alert, kept their eyes peeled as they leaned against the walls—one adjusting her gloves, the other cradling her rifle.

Meanwhile, Judy was busy at the security terminal, tapping in new commands for the drones.

She glanced back… and frowned.

Shadow and Vixen were sitting way too close together.

Like, shoulder-to-shoulder close.

[THEY’RE TOO CLOSE 🔥🔥🔥]

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[SHIPPER VICTORY!]

[W RIZZ]

└ [Stop it. We left that word in 2026.]

[Why is Judy looking like she wants to fight?]

[Love triangle arc when? 👀]

Judy’s lips pursed slightly, and she turned back to her terminal with an exhale.

The chat noticed.

[Bro she’s so jealous rn lol]

[She went from "I need Shadow to help" to "I need Shadow but not like that."]

[Judy boutta reprogram the security plasma turrets to "Accidentally" fire on Vixen.]

[50 bucks says she "accidentally" leans too close to Shadow next scene.]

Judy glanced back again.

Her eyes locked onto Shadow and Vixen—still seated way too close.

But this time, Vixen noticed.

Her sharp gaze shifted toward Judy, then back to Shadow.

An impish smirk appeared on her glossy, cherry lips.

Before Shadow could even react, Vixen shifted even closer and pressed her side against him—her soft breasts squishing intimately against his arm.

She wanted him to feel it all──from the tenderness of her cleavage down to the hardness of her nipples.

Shadow tensed. His back straightened.

He didn’t say a word.

But the way his fingers twitched slightly against his knee said enough.

The chat noticed.

[🔥🔥 DAMN SHE WENT FOR THE FULL-COURT PRESS]

[MISSIONARY POSITION TORSO ALIGNMENT RIZZ]

└ [Stop this, man. 💀]

[Yo, she really hit her with the "Yeah, I got him. Stay mad."]

Judy’s expression tightened. Her jaw clenched just a bit.

Then, with a sharp exhale through her nose, she whipped back toward the security terminal and resumed typing.

"Doesn’t have to rub it in…"

She muttered under her breath.

[😭😭 LMAO SHE BIG MAD]

[Bro I swear I fucking heard her grinding her teeth through the damn screen. 😳]

[She went from "I need help" to "I need that man back" real quick]

└ [Shadow got better game than my GOAT NW. 😭]

･･･

Finally, with a firm enter press, she stepped back.

Both hands landed on her massive, curvy hips as she surveyed her work.

"Alright, good."

Her voice was full of satisfaction.

"Now all we have to do is wait for that thief to try again. This time, they’ll be locked in here with us."

Dog Girl’s ears twitched.

She turned, then raised an eyebrow.

"What if it’s one of those ’I’m not locked in here with you, you’re locked in here with me’ situations?"

Silence.

There was some sense in what she said.

Judy frowned.

"Whatever. Five friggin’ superheroes should be enough to handle it."

Then, with a glance around the room, she added.

"Especially since CeeCee’s here."

A pause. Judy blinked.

"Wait… where’s CeeCee?"

And just when she started looking, Witch stepped back as she held up a small bag of snacks.

"Relax…"

She said with an amused chuckle.

"I stashed these earlier in case something of this nature happened."

She shook the bag.

"That being said… they’re not exactly great snacks. People always say I have weird taste."

Chaos.

Before she even finished speaking, the entire team was already rushing toward her.

Marmot Man—who had been snoring in the corner—suddenly snapped awake, nostrils flaring. With each massive step, the floor trembled as he barreled toward the snacks.

The chat was losing it.

[WHY IS HE RUNNING? WHY IS HE RUNNING?!]

[Bro went from hibernation to ultra instinct]

[If you want Marmot Man to focus, tell that pig you’re making a damn cake. 😭]

└ [Ong he makes me laugh so hard 🤣]

Shadow snatched a snack and ripped it open.

He examined it with mild skepticism.

"Hm… these look like average backyard snacks."

He popped one into his mouth.

"But eh, I can manage."

Before he could eat another—

Dog Girl was already in front of him.

On all fours. Tail wagging. Tongue hanging out.

She panted heavily.

"Come on, boss! Feed me!"

The chat EXPLODED.

[FEED HER OR PERISH]

[DO IT. FOR THE CULTURE.]

[I am a grown-ass man and I, too, wish to be hand-fed.]

[We all need a Dog Girl in our life! 😭]

[Dog Girl switch up before GTA 8 kinda crazy. 🤷‍♂️]

･･･

Shadow sighed, placing a hand over his face.

"… This feels illegal for some reason."

Still, he tossed her a piece.

Dog Girl jumped slightly, caught it mid-air, swallowed hard, then licked her lips.

She barked. "More!"

Shadow ignored her.

Instead, he turned to Vixen with a small smirk.

"So… you want a bite too?"

He wagged the snack between his fingers.

Vixen’s eyes twitched.

Her arms crossed under her chest.

"Tch. As if I’d let you feed me like some kind of slave or a damn house pet."

Shadow shrugged. "Hey, Dog Girl isn’t complaining."

Vixen immediately pointed at Dog Girl.

"That’s because it’s Dog Girl! Dog Girl doesn’t complain about anything!"

Dog Girl gasped.

"HEY!"

She sat up on her knees.

"Have you SEEN the price of dog food?! That shit costs more than rice, but I try to stay calm about it."

She scratched her ear with her foot, then groaned.

"Y’all don’t understand. You’ve never had to go to the grocery store and lie about buying food for your dog—when really, it’s for you."

The entire team stared.

Plain expressions.

Sniperess was the first to break the silence.

"… Well, obviously."

[💀💀💀]

[Dog Girl is too real for this world.]

[POV: Inflation caught you lacking.]

Just then—

A shadow loomed overhead.

A strong gust of wind swept through the museum entrance.

Everyone turned.

Mr. Invincible hovered above the scene, holding Invisible Woman in his arms.

His expression was sharp. His voice was firm.

"… I want to see the son of a bitch that touched you."

The chat went feral.

[WBFJDJDJDKFKFOF]

└ [Historians are not deciphering this. 💀]

[THIS. THIS IS CINEMA.]

["I want to see the son of a bitch that touched you." Man shut yo bitch ass up. 😑]

[Naaaah he is livid*]

Invisible Woman leaned in and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

A soft blush crept onto his face.

But all he did was scoff.

"Tch."

The chat lost it.

[HE’S SO TSUNDERE HELP]

[Bro is 200% in love but acting like he got a reputation to maintain]

[Ain’t gon lie tho, his shit straight asf. 💀]

["Tch." Favorite words of a tsundere. 😱]

[My brother in Christ, you are literally floating above a museum with your girl in your arms. The reputation is gone.]

･･･

The stream had reached its climax.