Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 197: Capture the Flag!

The sky above was choked with ash-tinted light, and below, the land was an unsettling sheet of muddy glass—glossy, cracked, and pulsing faintly like something alive.

Sixteen beautiful women stood scattered across its uneven surface.

Then, without warning, a white light flashed above them.

Luminyss descended effortlessly from a portal.

… YAAAWWN~

Her arms stretched lazily as she floated in place.

CLAP!

The sound snapped like thunder through the air.

"Welcome to the Red Maw!"

Luminyss declared with a too-bright smile.

With a snap of her fingers, her flowing white garb transformed into a crisp, academic ensemble — lab coat, glasses, even a laser pointer at her hip.

"Ahem, it's a continent-sized supervolcano that never fully erupts—instead, it breathes. Every 27 hours, it inhales superheated gases, then exhales a pyroclastic storm that rains liquid diamond—formed from carbon in the upper atmosphere, of course."

She nodded as if this should be thrilling.

She paused dramatically.

Silence.

Below her, all sixteen women were giving the same look — arms crossed, faces blank, energy levels somewhere between 'nap' and 'skip ad.'

One girl even yawned.

Luminyss' face slowly fell into a deadpan stare.

Her eyes half-lidded in pure, unfiltered disappointment.

"Judy would've found this fun…"

She muttered, then floated down slightly, resting her arms across her chest.

"Kinda makes me wanna bring her back…"

Witch tilted her head, intrigued.

"Actually… she's not wrong. Judy loves this kind of stuff. And that friend of hers… what's his name again? Shadow?"

Sniperess smirked with a flick of her short black hair.

"Psssh—yeah. Such a corny name."

That made Vixen's brows twitch.

She squeezed her face and turned, a slow-building fire behind her glare.

"It's not a corny name. It's actually pretty sick compared to names like Rope Girl or Foxgirl—hell, if anything's corny, it's yours. 'Sniperess'? Really? That name just screams 'I didn't want to be mistaken for a dude online,' so you slapped a little ess at the end and called it feminist."

Vixen widened her eyes dramatically as she slowly waved her hands.

"Wow… Deep."

Sniperess' jaw flexed.

Her hand reached behind her back and yanked out her sleek sniper rifle with a grunt.

"You little slut—!"

Before the tension could detonate, Rope Girl gently placed a hand on Sniperess' shoulder, calm as ever.

"Sniperess. Not now."

Sniperess turned to her, furious. "BUT—!"

From the back, Witch and Deathmark were already giggling like schoolgirls in detention.

Rope Girl stayed collected, voice sharp.

"Is it really worth it? Getting mad over a superhero who needs a FansOnly just to stay relevant? We save countries and politicians on the steady, and she's out here doing cosplay burlesque for pocket change."

Her eyes cut to Vixen.

"Let the slutty sheep scream. That doesn't make her relevant… not in the slightest."

Vixen's ears twitched—no, stood on edge.

Her tails bristled violently as her body trembled with fury.

"How dare you—?! I don't even have an account like that! I'm not that shameless!"

Rope Girl didn't flinch. She stared Vixen down with the look of a queen addressing a jester.

"No. But your sister is."

The words hit like a sucker punch.

Vixen's eyes went wide. Her breath caught in her throat as a dozen memories from school came rushing back — those sneers, the mocking giggles, the crude screenshots passed around like trading cards.

Her eyes thinned. Wild. Predatory.

She took a step forward, ready to end this—

A hand caught her wrist.

Foxgirl.

"Vixen, no."

"But she──!"

"Becca. No."

That was enough.

Vixen froze.

The sharpness in her eyes dulled slightly as she looked at her older sister, who wasn't even angry—just disappointed. She cast a sideways glare toward Rope Girl's squad where Sniperess was already flashing that smug, punchable grin.

But then—Deathmark, all smiles, gave a soft wave and an apologetic shrug that seemed to say 'yeah she's a bitch, sorry.' That was enough to make Vixen scoff and look away.

Off to the side, Dog Girl scratched the back of her head as a tick flung off with a little ping.

"Phew… what's wrong with those guys?"

Miss Mercury barely blinked. "Beats me."

She looked over and saw Nadia standing in silence beside Lady Fortress and Pulsar.

For a moment, Mercury's expression softened.

『Maybe I should go talk to—』

Before the thought finished, Dark Elf leaned into frame to place a chip-stained hand on her shoulder.

"No."

Miss Mercury blinked. "… No?"

Dark Elf nodded, munching slowly. "No."

Mercury sighed and looked forward again. "Ugh. Fine."

CLAP-CLAP!

Luminyss now floated higher again, back in her all-white goddess look.

She cleared her throat and called out…

"Alright! Simple game of capture the flag… except it's not just one flag."

She snapped her fingers—ten glowing red flags hovered around her like a crimson halo.

"There are six flags and sixteen of you. The rules are simple — no killing, no dismembering, and no trying to bribe me with coupons… again."

She waved her hand, and the flags shot across the volcanic wasteland, embedding themselves into floating islands of molten glass and black crystal.

She grinned wide. "Aaaaaand… GO!"

WHOOSH!

Miss Mercury was gone before most of them even reacted as her silver trail zipped across the red-hot terrain and she bounded effortlessly from diamond shard to obsidian plank.

She reached a flag, yanked it, and screamed with joy.

"YAAAAY! I GOT IT!!"

Luminyss clapped.

"SO FAST! Congratulations, Miss Mercury advances — as expected of her."

Mercury spun around excitedly and pointed at Scott who floated on his throne with that smile of his.

"Look, Scott! I di—"

She saw his expression. Joyful. Proud.

Her eyes immediately darted away, cheeks turning red as she folded her arms and huffed.

"Uhm, nevermind… piss off."

Scott clutched his chest dramatically.

"UGHH, it hurts…"

Mercury peeked from one eye and whispered.

"Tch… idiot."

Elsewhere, chaos erupted.

Dog Girl dashed on all fours, leaping across crumbling platforms. But—

CRACK! A sniper bullet tore the air.

She yelped, lost her footing, and skidded dangerously toward the lava.

Snap!

Luminyss blinked her out just in time.

"Dog Girl—out!"

Perched like a predator, Sniperess clenched her fist.

"Tch. Got that bitch."

But before she could grab the flag—

WHAM!

A boot landed square on her face, dropkicking her off the platform.

Sniperess spiraled into the lava's edge before poofing away in pink dust.

Vixen twirled the flag and smirked. "Got mine."

The crowd went insane.

"FUCK YESSS! DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY QUEEN VIXEN AGAIN!"

"She did NOT have to go that hard!"

"Sniperess deserved that, she been too loud for too long!"

"I can fix her…"

"You can't even fix your failing marriage!"

"CUS IT'S A BUSINESS MARRIAGE!"

"Tch, that's what they all say…"

Meanwhile, Irina Golovin soared inside a gravitational sphere that warped the lava below her.

Her eyes were locked on Miss Mercury's direction.

『Damn it… I'm her replacement. The better version. That flag should've been mine…』

She looked to her side.

Gwen Mercer was there.

Fast. Steady. Covered in mist.

Their eyes locked.

One flag.

No mercy.

They flew like dangerous missiles.

Scott leaned forward in his throne, eyes wide.

"COME ON, GWEN! YOU GOT THIS!"

Gwen turned mid-air and smiled bashfully as her cheeks flushed red.

Half-distracted by a group of amorous insectoid women that touched him in all the right places, Jake still somehow managed a thumbs-up.

"GOOO, GWEN!!"

Gwen roared, "I CAN DO THIS!!"

She surged forward as mist blasted behind her—

WHOOM!

A portal opened in front of her.

Too fast to stop.

"Where did that──?!"

She vanished.

The portal reappeared—

SLAM!!!

Gwen crashed face-first into a massive obsidian boulder.

Everyone winced.

"OOOOOFFF…" Scott and Jake both flinched hard.

Luminyss blinked. "Uh… Gwen is… out?" Snap. Gone.

Irina already held the flag, triumphant.

"YEAH! I GOT IT!"

From behind Scott's throne, Brigid waved sweetly.

"YAY! CONGRATS, IRINAAAA! ❤️"

Irina looked over and muttered with a sneer.

"Ugh… whatever."

And with that—the Red Maw game had fired up!

Rope Girl tore through the twisted terrain like a shot from a railgun, her whole body leaned forward, bob cut whipping wildly behind her as her fingers gripped a sleek, high-tech handgun with a kill-focused intensity.

Her feet barely touched the diamond-stepping stones that hovered over bubbling rivers of lava.

And just behind her…

SKREEEEEE—!!

A nightmarish screech thundered across the battlefield as it shook ash from the jagged ceiling.

Behind Rope Girl, Widowmilk was galloping — no, hunting — on grotesquely extended legs that spanned the lava like deformed stilts. Her mouth had split open into four terrifying quadrants, each lined with jagged, uneven fangs that gleamed like rusted bone in the heat shimmer.

Rope Girl's eye twitched as she spotted a red flag flapping weakly ahead. She pushed her speed, boots gritting sparks across the lava stone.

From behind, Widowmilk shrieked.

"NOOOOOO!!"

A voice that sounded like a chorus of slaughtered hyenas.

With a wet, whiplike sound, thick web-strands lashed out from her hard, oily nipples that snapped through the air toward Rope Girl's back.

But Rope Girl moved.

She felt the air tension shift behind her, and her body answered with instinctive grace. She leapt into a high twirl, back arched, body twisting in a spiral as if dancing midair on invisible wires. The webs sliced under her, hitting the stone and disintegrating it like paper.

"Hrmm…"

She grunted mid-twist, watching the shards fall into lava.

"How strong are those things…?"

She landed on a nearby stepping stone, dropped to a knee, and immediately opened fire—

BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!

Widowmilk darted.

ZWOOOOSH!!

Her movements were twitchy and inhuman.

Her limbs bent too far, her head cocking at bizarre angles as she dodged every high-speed bullet with the precision of a glitching spiderbot.

Each shot missed—each shot bought Widowmilk more ground.

She scuttled across lava like it was painted wood, shrieking again, and launched two more nipple-whips in Rope Girl's direction. Rope Girl ducked, sidestepped, and spun once, twice, thrice—vanishing.

"AHNNN ❤️ SO FAST—!!"

It was too difficult for her to focus on combat and keep stimulating herself by sensually squeezing and dragging her tired nipples in a way many other men were scared to — she'd bite off their heads, so it made sense.

『Hnn~ ❤️ I wanna masturbate so bad… but…』

Widowmilk snapped her head around.

She only saw steam.

Wh-THUNK!

Above her—Rope Girl.

Steel rope in hand, glowing faintly with energy.

Widowmilk's four-part jaw widened in panic.

"Wh-, When did she—NO—!!"

Rope Girl pretended to throw the rope — Widowmilk flinched, springing to the side, but—

PFFFFT!

Gas pellets were already there, bursting into a choking fog of blindfire mist.

"GHHRRK!!"

Widowmilk staggered, coughing as her arms flailed wildly.

SSSSH-THUNK!

The steel rope was around her neck.

"Gotcha!"

Rope Girl growled, landing behind her with one boot stomping against Widowmilk's spine.

She yanked the rope—hard.

The steel strained.

Widowmilk's arms flailed, legs kicked.

Her fanged jaws foamed white.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her knees hit the ground.

Her entire monstrous body crumpled in a heap.

THUD.

"Jesus…" Scott muttered.

Jake, wide-eyed, was already drooling.

"G-, Gosh… she can choke me like that any day. I'd pay a thousand bucks just to sniff that rope after it's rubbed against her coochie enough times for it to shine."

Scott turned his head, horrified. "DUDE!"

Jake threw up his hands. "Sorry! Reflex!"

Scott facepalmed with a deep sigh.

On the floating commentator platform, Luminyss hesitated, eyes on her holo screen.

"Uhm… Rope Girl advances. Let's… hope Widowmilk isn't

well… yunno, dead?"

Her voice dropped into an awkward whisper.

"I mean, I can bring her back, but, yeesh… that was a lot. Maybe Brigid was right…"

She trailed off as the holographic board flickered to life beside her.

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Aliens from across the galaxies gushed:

[This show's got chaos back!!]

[Scott's harem potential is KILLING me!]

[He's so dull with it! 😡 Oh boy, if I were the one, all those ladies would be crying in my bed rn!]

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[That's why you ain't there, Lord Sleazimus 👀]

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[FR, control your lust 💀]

[I need more of Bella, she's got that sexy death-stare energy!! I love the way she looks at the camera like she's going to spit on me and call me "filth." No one does it like her my fellow aliens 😫 REALLY!]

[I heard these earth organisms called arachnids feast on their male counterparts after mating. I wouldn't mind this fine specimen called Widowmilk biting off my head as long as she's biting off my HEAD before that… yes, I don't mind teeth, in fact, I savor it… 👀]

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[Dawg, what? 💀 Respectfully.]

[Sorry, but 4 stars! Only'cause Luminyss didn't wear the black dress today.]

Review after review.

Dozens of Extranet fan theories already spawning.

Luminyss blinked, then cackled, throwing her head back.

"HAHA! What the hell was I thinking?! This show can't end — NOT YET AT LEAST!!"

･･･

Elsewhere—

BANG! BANG!

Gunfire rang out.

Deathmark unloaded round after round, eyes alight with unfiltered bloodlust.

Dark Elf didn't flinch.

Her dual swords (retractable belts moments ago) twirled with swift silver arcs that knocked every bullet aside with brutal elegance. Her body pivoted, feet graceful on scorched stone as she closed in.

Deathmark grinned.

"Ohoho! You're having so much fun! Didn't expect a dull, chip-eating bitch like you to have moves like that—but it kinda makes sense!" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

CLANG!

Their blades locked.

Sparks showered as the two pressed forward.

Their faces were now inches apart.

Dark Elf tilted her head slightly.

That dull, uninterested expression of hers didn't change.

"Hmm… didn't expect a blue-haired angel-type to swear like a pissed-off Mafia boss… is that a mental disorder, or just lack of class?"

Deathmark giggled… an unstable, high-pitched teehee, then shoved harder.

Scott watched from above, smirking.

"Deathmark's always been nuts. Give her guns and a grudge, she'll try to kill the air itself."

Dark Elf heard that.

Her red eyes narrowed.

"Then I'll kill her first."

She twisted, swept low, and ducked under a gunblade.

—CHUUCCK!

Her elbow slammed into Deathmark's chest.

"UGHHHK!!"

Deathmark doubled over, gasping.

With a dispassionate blink, Dark Elf grabbed the flag and muttered.

"Hrm. I'd give this to Gwen if I could… fighting this hard over a loser like McQueen sounds unreal to me."

She slid her swords back into belt form and walked off with calm detachment.

･･･

Witch was already hoisting her flag nearby.

"My, my…"

She didn't seem like she had any difficulty with hers.

"I really didn't expect my dearest Deathmark to get solo'd like that… though yes, close quarters isn't her thing. Largely when she's up against a lady like that…"

Her eyes tracked Dark Elf. Narrowed.

"She fights like someone from…"

"Black Stone." Rope Girl finished behind her.

Witch nodded, almost impressed.

"Bingo. You think she is?"

Rope Girl didn't even look at her.

"Doesn't matter right now. We finish this. Then we find out how many of Black Stone's monsters slipped through the cracks…"

She thought of Morgan, Bella's personal butler.

Maybe even Nightwatch.

Now, Dark Elf.

『How many others…?』

･･･

Elsewhere in the Red Maw—

Pulsar, Fortress, and Nadia all claimed flags at once.

"YES!!"

Pulsar bounced like a healthy rabbit, eyes shining as her cape fluttered behind her.

She twirled the flag like a baton.

Fortress raised a brow. "You're… oddly excited?"

Pulsar choked, face red. "UHHHM. N-, No. Not really."

"… Oookay~"

Fortress said, not buying it, and turned away.

Pulsar clenched her fists and shook with excitement.

『YES! YESS! Thank you, universe. Fate's giving me a second chance with Scott! I know I should've moved on after that sex-call disaster and this whole edgelord haircut I did was to symbolize that… but damn it—I'm easy like that!!』

She beamed like she was made of fireworks.

Nadia twirled her flag lazily.

Thanks to the AE Suit, getting a flag was easy.

"Wait… if that's all of them, then…"

Scott paused.

"… there's still one flag left."

He did quick mental math.

"Five girls are down… which means…"

He stiffened.

"Oh no… EZEL."

･･･

But it was already too late.

The screen showed them.

Calm as ever, Ezel held a flag in one hand — and the broken, unconscious body of Foxgirl in the other.

"Like I said… I didn't come here to play games. I came here to claim the cherished seed of my mate."

She stared at Scott instantly.

Vixen trembled. "S-, Sis…?"

The Red Maw went quiet for just a moment.

Like it had witnessed something irreversible.