Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 264: Bedroom Troubles

Scott lay flat on his back as he stared at the ceiling like it had personally wronged him. His eyes were half-open, his mouth slightly curved like he wanted to smile… yet the stress in his face turned it into the expression of a war veteran lost in deep trauma

Maybe that face came from the fact he wasn't alone.

He was pinned.

Emma was draped over his right side like a satisfied, smug octopus… one with curves, warm breath on his neck, and absolutely no respect for personal space.

Kara clung to his left like she was trying to fuse with him so she could die less of embarrassment.

Gwen rested beside Emma, frowning like she was one bad dream away from punching someone in her sleep.

And Beca occupied the far end as she scrolled through her phone with half-lidded eyes.

They were all in one bed.

One bed.

Scott sighed again.

A long, tortured sigh that came from his soul.

He tried to lift a hand to wipe his face—no luck.

Emma's arm was locked around him like she had trained in professional cuddle wrestling.

Kara's smallish legs were pressed against his like she was siphoning heat.

He was trapped in a warm, cozy, multi-girl coffin.

He closed his eyes.

『I want to grab a knife and end my life…』

He paused.

『And the fact it rhymes means the universe probably wants me to do it.』

He groaned quietly.

He could still remember how this hell started.

Earlier, it was a battle of sleeping positions.

"I should be the one closest to him!"

Emma declared, hands on her hips, wearing a baggy off-shoulder sleep shirt.

"I have the nicest tits in this house."

Gwen scoffed dramatically.

She was wearing tight shorts and a black tank top that said [BITE ME] in bold letters.

"Tits? Scott loves ass more. I'm objectively more fun to sleep next to."

"Fun?"

Emma laughed annoyingly loud. .·°՞(˃ ᗜ ˂)՞°·.

"Like the way you hog the blankets? No thanks."

"Better than the way you drool."

"I do not drool."

Beca sat at the edge of the bed in loose pajamas.

Her fluffy fox ears perked as texted her agent.

"You both drool… and you snore."

She said it so casually.

"WE DO NOT!" (ᗒᗣᗕ)

They shouted at her.

Even with how unbearably loud they were Beca's eyes didn't leave her phone.

"Mm. Yup, you do. I recorded it."

She didn't need to do or say much.

She was too tired for that.

Before Emma and Gwen could dive across the bed and strangle each other, Kara stepped between them with her hands out like a kindergarten teacher. She wore a soft, cream-colored nightgown that brushed her knees, modest compared to the others, but somehow making her look even more ethereal.

"Please don't fight…"

Kara said gently.

"This is supposed to help us bond. Dr. Goode said—"

Emma and Gwen exchanged a look.

Beca didn't look up.

Scott stood behind them to wonder how and when his life switched genres.

Kara smiled awkwardly as she spoke.

"We can all get along, right?"

She was trying to be loud and commanding.

After all she was a Z-tier hero and portrayed an ice-cold beauty by the media.

But she still sounded like she was a teddy bear.

"Maybe we can take turns or—"

"She's right." Emma sighed dramatically.

"Yeah…" Gwen muttered.

Beca yawned softly. "Whatever…"

Scott blinked.

"Wait… just like that? You're listening to Kara?"

He was relieved, but also confused.

Emma shrugged.

"She's the calm one."

Gwen nodded.

"Yeah, she's basically baby sister energy."

Beca grinned smugly.

"We bully her the least."

Kara blinked. ( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )

"I… I'm older than all of you. By a lot."

Emma let out a mocking "PFFT" sound.

"Yeah, in space years. Not in here-years."

Scott rubbed his forehead.

Emma gave him a poke on the head and tightened her messy sleeping ponytail.

"Anyway… since Kara's being a good girl, she gets one spot next to Scott."

Kara froze.

"W-, Wait, I—I wasn't asking for that—!"

"Too late…" Gwen muttered. "You earned it."

Kara turned beet red.

Emma smirked.

Gwen grumbled like a dissatisfied gremlin.

Beca kept scrolling.

And Scott just accepted despair.

An hour later.

They all settled on the bed.

Clutching the blanket nervously, Kara whispered—

"Um… is it really okay for us to bond this tightly…?"

Beca finally put down her phone.

Her fox ears drooped then perked again as she smirked like a smug shiba inu.

"Well, it's not a big deal. We've all seen each other naked already. Why not?"

She paused… then side-eyed Kara.

"Well… except Kara."

Kara's soul left her body.

She squeaked and immediately burrowed into Scott's chest like a terrified hamster.

"I—I get shy about that sort of thing…"

Her words came out in a soft muffled mumble against the warm cotton of his shirt.

With her tiny mouth pressed there, it always reminded Scott of a baby starfish.

"I'm not like you who can… who can shamelessly let yourselves get monstrously ravished by a man while other women watch and masturba—"

She stopped when she realized what she said.

"EEEEEK—!"

She jerked back in shock.

"NOT that I—I'm calling you shameless or anything! I-, I mean, um—!"

Emma patted her back.

"Sweetheart, relax. We know what we are."

Beca nodded. "I lost shame ages ago."

Gwen snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Please. If anyone here's the real shameless one, then it's definitely me."

She folded her arms under her wobbling breasts and grinned like an imp.

"You should've seen what I did to Scott's tank top back at my aunt's house."

Emma's eyebrow twitched.

"That's cute. But I'm the shameless one."

She puffed her chest proudly and pointed at herself.

Just like Gwen's breasts, they were also wobbly.

Probably because none of them wanted to wear a bra.

And Kara was too petite for one.

Emma gently propped up her perky breasts. (≖⩊≖)

"You should've seen the stuff I texted him when we first started talking."

Scott gave her the flattest, most unamused look.

"That's not something to brag about." (ー_ー゛)

Emma winked. "It is when you win."

Beca yawned and bent her fluffy ears down over her eyes like biological sleep masks.

"Whatever. Can you all shut up so I can sleep?"

Silence fell instantly.

She lifted one ear and peeked.

"Huh… didn't think that'd work."

She smiled and covered her eyes again.

Nightfall.

Emma rolled onto her side and poked Gwen.

"Gwendolyn…"

"Don't call me Gwendolyn." (¬`‸´¬)

Emma scooted closer until their bodies touched.

"Goodnight~"

She smiled softly.

Gwen tried so hard to stay mad.

Her lips twitched.

And then, without meaning to, she smiled back.

"…Goodnight…"

She mumbled with red cheeks.

Scott watched the exchange with a tired smile.

He looked down at Kara.

The little blonde was already fast asleep.

She snored softly with her head on his chest as one hand gently gripped his shirt.

Her snores were so faint and soothing he felt himself relax despite everything.

『She's too damn cute!』

He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Her snore hitched happily. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

And despite all the fighting… they slept off.

Later, in the dead of night.

A happily drooling Beca had rolled off the bed and was asleep half-under it.

Her fuzzy tail wrapped around her like a blanket.

Gwen slept soundly, for once not frowning like she hated the world.

Kara was curled up against Scott like a small leech.

And Emma had somehow wrapped both her arms and legs around Scott like he was her personal body pillow as she softly snored into his shoulder.

Scott stared back at the ceiling with a hollow face.

This is his life now.

He sighed.

"Kill me…"

Emma snored louder.

He closed his eyes.

And despite everything, he still managed to sleep.

Emma kept snoring softly in the dark bedroom.

Her tender lips parted, until they suddenly closed with a little smack.

She let out the cutest sleepy "mmm" sounds, like she was dreaming about something tasty.

That's when Scott, still half-asleep himself, nuzzled deeper and buried his face right between her soft, heavy breasts.

The sudden warmth and pressure made Emma twitch and slowly wake up.

She blinked groggily, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

Across the bed, Beca was spread out on her stomach like finished laundry as she snored like a freight train and drooled a little wet spot onto the pillow.

Emma just stared with a flat expression.

"And she says it's me and Gwen."

She shook her head and let out a quiet chuckle.

Then she felt it… wet, warm suction on her shirt.

Shlurp! Shhlurp! Ssssss… ahhh!

Right over her nipple.

She glanced down and saw Scott latched on like a baby as he sucked lazily through the fabric.

"Huh… Scott?"

She whispered with a sleepy little smile.

Before she could say anything else, his strong arms slid around her enticing waist from behind and yanked her flush against him.

She immediately felt it… his thick, morning-hard wood throbbed between her thighs as it grinded slowly and heavily against the thin cotton of her panties.

Emma's breath hitched.

"O-, Oh dear…"

He didn't stop.

Just kept sucking at the damp spot on her shirt to mouth her nipple through the cloth like he was starving for it. It wasn't quite doing it for her yet as her nipples were still soft, and the shirt was in the way… but the way he was humping her body was making her "cat" wake up fast.

Emma bit her lip.

Her tender cheeks flushed a warm, horny pink.

"Alright, baby…"

She murmured in a low and raspy voice.

"You want the real thing, don't you?"

She tugged her loose off-shoulder shirt down to let one fat, swollen breast spill out into the open air. They'd gotten so much heavier lately… full and round, aching a little from how sensitive they were.

She cupped the meaty underside and guided his mouth to her bare nipple.

"Here, sweet boy… come get your morning treat."

She always wanted to talk to him like this.

As if he was a helpless little child.

But she was always getting dominated in bed and never had the chance to do it.

Except for this moment.

The second his hot, wet tongue flicked across the stiffening peak, Emma let out a shaky, muffled moan "Mmmph—" and crushed his head against her chest. His lips sealed around her nipple and he started sucking hard, greedy, pulling with that perfect rhythm that made her toes curl.

"Oh fuck… yes, just like that…♥️"

She whispered in a trembling voice.

Her tit started to throb and swell in his mouth.

It got tighter and fuller.

The ducts inside opened up from the stimulation.

A thin trail of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth as she moaned again.

"Nnn~ nnn~ keep going, baby…"

She bit her lower lip painfully hard.

After all, he was doing the same to her nipple.

Why not double the painful sensation?

"Suck Mommy's tit harder…"

She felt an urge leave her body after saying that.

"HNN~ ♥️"

She was trying so hard to stay quiet so the others wouldn't wake up.

But every pull sent sparks straight down to her clit.

Little puffs of steamy breath escaped her lips each time he tugged.

When he really latched on and sucked with everything he had, Emma squeezed one eye shut and let out a groan so throaty and sexy that she was turned on by it.

"Hnnn♥️ fuck, that's intense…"

She didn't know she could produce sounds like that.

Her panties were soaked now, clinging to her kitty lips as the wet spot spread every time his shaft dragged against her.

She hugged his head with both arms.

Her fingers tangled in his hair.

"God, I wish I could actually give you milk~"

There was so much filthy want in her voice.

She wanted the sensation of milk spraying out of her nipples and into his mouth.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Sucking warm milk straight from my fat tits while you grind that big thing against me… mmm you'd drain me dry, honey~"

Her hips jerked forward on their own to chase more friction since her panties were so drenched.

His wood was slipping across her sensitive lips.

She wanted that rough sensation from before.

"Ugh~ fuck, I gotta pee…"

She whimpered, but her body wouldn't move.

An orgasm was creeping closer and the suction felt too good to stop.

"Ohh Scott~ don't stop, please—"

Her eyes snapped open.

Two huge, startled blue eyes were staring right at her from the other side of the bed.

It was Kara.

Emma's entire body seized.

Pure panic and embarrassment slammed into her so hard she lost all control.

An extremely hot, forceful stream of pee shot out of her hole like a firehose "pssSHHHHHT" and ripped straight through her soaked panties until it splattered loudly against the sheets and mattress.

It was like a thick rope of liquid spraying everywhere.

"Hii… haaauuuu♥️~ It's so warm…"

She cried out a long, brain-melted moan.

Kara's face went white, mouth open in total horror.

"Huuuuu…"

Emma whimpered, mortified as she hid her burning face behind Scott's head.

She groaned into his hair.

"Oh my god…" (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

Kara took a slow, traumatized breath then rolled over to face the wall.

"I—I didn't see anything. NOPE. Nothing at all."

Emma just groaned louder.

She wanted the bed to swallow her whole while her pee kept trickling out in pathetic little after-spurts.

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Scott slowly opened his eyes like a man trying to peel apart two slices of super-glued bread.

His vision wobbled… corrected… and then fell on the empty space beside him.

"Emma…?"

His voice cracked like a dying toaster.

He blinked.

He blinked harder.

No Emma.

She was right there.

Literally wrapped around him like a desperate koala just a few hours ago.

Instead, he saw Gwen.

Sitting on a chair next to the bed, legs crossed, messy blonde hair everywhere, dark circles under her eyes as she wore one of Scott's shirts.

She looked like she hadn't even slept.

Five in a bed just wouldn't work.

She didn't react to him waking at first.

She was staring at her phone with a blank face.

Scott croaked again.

"Gwen…?"

She lifted her eyes slowly like it ached.

"Oh. You're awake. Emma texted."

She held up her phone without emotion.

Emma's Text Message (as Gwen read it):

[Gwen, sweetheart, I had to leave early.

I've got meetings with two lawyers today. I'm finally starting the paperwork to end my contract with MegaCorp. Turns out being let-go by a company with a ruthless legal department is harder than I thought.

Anyway, I'll probably be gone until late.

I love you girls. Tell Scott he's adorable.

BUT ALSO! This is important.

Someone peed the bed. 🤧

I don't know who did it but I'm 90% sure it's Scott.

Crazy, right? He looks like the type who'd do it.

That's all. Kay thanks bye!! 💋]

Gwen finished reading and slowly looked at him.

Then her face twisted.

Like she was seeing something truly horrific.

Scott tilted his head in confusion.

"What? What's wrong with your face?"

That's when Gwen pinched her nose shut with two fingers like she was in a toxic waste dump.

"You…"

She spoke with disgust.

"You're WAYYY too grown to be peeing yourself."

"…Huh?"

Scott looked down and froze up.

There it was.

A massive wet patch right beside him.

From his waist all the way down to the sheets.

He stared.

Gwen stared.

The room went completely silent.

Then—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—WHAT!?"

He turned into a mad man.

"I DIDN'T DO THAT! I DIDN'T PEE THE BED!"

He screamed loud enough to shake dust from the rug.

But Gwen just narrowed her eyes.

"Oh please. That's obviously you."

"It's NOT me!!"

"That's a lie. I knew you were the one who peed the bed that time back in—"

"That was YOU!"

Scott snapped.

He didn't even let her finish.

"Aunt Tess found the soaked panties you hid in the laundry basket!"

Gwen's entire face turned crimson.

"D-DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!"

She looked away to hide her guilt

"THAT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!!"

Scott opened his mouth again but—

"Uugh… what the hell…"

Beca sat up from the floor as she rubbed her eyes.

Her fluffy fox ears stuck up like half-deflated balloons.

She yawned.

"What's with the screaming…?"

Gwen immediately pointed at Scott like a prosecutor.

"Scott wet the bed like a LITTLE BITCH!"

Scott threw his hands up.

"I DID. NOT. PEE. ANYTHING!"

Beca blinked.

Then grinned.

Then burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

"BWAAHAHAHAHAAAAA—OH MY—HAHAHA—"

Scott's soul drifted out of his body.

They weren't listening.

He was living a humiliation arc.

A very wet one.

And then… a soft squeak.

Scott turned.

It was Kara.

Tiny, adorable Kara.

Tiptoeing past the bed in a fluffy white bathrobe, a blue toothbrush in her hand, her face pink, her walking speed suspiciously fast.

She tiptoed past the bed in a big fluffy white bathrobe as she clutched a toothbrush in one hand. Her cheeks were all pink and flushed, and she was walking way faster than someone just casually heading to the bathroom should be.

"Kara!"

Scott gasped, reaching out like he found salvation.

Kara froze.

She squeaked again.

Like a mouse caught stealing cheese.

Scott sat up.

"Kara! Thank God—tell them! Tell them it wasn't me who peed on the bed!"

Kara's shoulders trembled.

She turned slowly… painfully… like she was facing a firing squad.

Her voice cracked.

"Y-, Yes… and no… I-, I mean yes… but also no… I mean maybe—um—well—"

If she tried to form a word, Emma's scary face would flash in her mind like a demonic jump scare.

Kara shrieked and clutched her head.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!"

Then she bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door so hard a shampoo bottle fell.

Scott stared.

Beca laughed harder.

Meanwhile.

In a luxury penthouse inside one of the richest estates in Metro City…

Nadia sat curled up in the middle of her living room.

It was absolutely wrecked.

The expensive marble floor was cracked.

Shattered glass glittered like diamonds.

Furniture worth more than most people's yearly salary was flipped, torn, or clawed apart.

The massive TV had a fist-sized hole in it.

Golden curtains shredded.

Silk pillows ripped wide open.

Even the $20,000 glass coffee table was overturned and spiderwebbed.

On the rug beside her were pink soaked vibrators and used syringes (dozens of them) some still dripping something neon and vicious.

Empty bottles. Crushed pills.

Nadia's heels were gone.

Her hair stuck to her sweaty, trembling face.

Her breathing was ragged… sharp, desperate, shaky like a cornered animal.

Her eyes twitched.

Her nails dug into the floor.

Her skin was clammy, pale, desperate.

And the whisper that left her cracked lips wasn't human.

It was hungry.

"…I need more…"

Her voice shook like glass that was about to break.

"…I need… so much more…"

The ruined penthouse stayed silent.

Except for her trembling.

She looked absolutely destroyed.