Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 216: Questionable Tomboy?

Irina’s face had gone bright red again.

No, not red — volcanic.

The moment she recalled what Scott had just done, steam practically puffed out of her ears. With an exaggerated grunt that came from the very depths of her being, she spun around dramatically as her pretty blue eyes narrowed at the rooftop of the building across from her.

"He must’ve run away!!"

She yelled, cheeks puffed and fists clenched in fury.

Without wasting another second, she summoned a spatial lift field around herself. As the warped air hum, she whooshed upward from the balcony, her body sailing gracefully — no, furiously — over to the rooftop.

The very moment her feet touched down, she stomped forward and pointed like a courtroom lawyer in a televised drama.

"AHAH! I knew you’d run away, you cowardly—"

She stopped. Mid-shout.

There he was.

Scott McQueen.

Standing there like some kind of wet dream after a nightmare, holding out a clean towel with a dry, deadpan face. His half-lidded eyes looked like they hadn’t known rest in years, and his voice matched.

"Before you shout... maybe you should wipe up first."

"... Eh?"

That was all Irina could manage. Just — Eh?

Her pointed finger drooped. Her furious scowl melted into a dumbfounded expression. She looked less like a raging child and more like a confused donkey. Like, the really cute kind you’d see in an animated movie.

Blinking slowly. No thoughts. Just embarrassment.

Scott blinked back at her and, seeing she hadn’t moved, sighed. Then, without ceremony, he grabbed her by the wrist and gently pulled her closer.

"Huh?!" Irina squeaked.

He didn’t answer.

He just started wiping her face, neck, and hair like a mother cleaning up a mischievous toddler who’d gotten into a pudding fight.

Irina stood there frozen.

Completely red. Eyes wide. Brain gone.

『This is crazy. He’s really... taking care of me? I’m not some kind of romance genius or anything, but this is like... a sign, right? I mean—yeah! There was that one K-drama ad I did, and this totally happened!』

A rush of secondhand shame overtook her face.

『Well, okay, in the drama the guy was drying her off after getting caught in the rain, but, but, but... that’s like... the same thing, right? Right?』

"Pfff... hahaha..." she laughed nervously out loud.

Scott glanced at her. "What’s that?"

"NO, NO, NOTHING!"

She said, shaking her head so violently that her hair whipped around like helicopter blades.

"... Uh-huh."

Scott tried to play it off, but he was clearly unsettled.

Her skin was normally pale like snow, but now it was like she’d been boiled in blush juice.

He kept wiping and thought grimly—

『Wait... did she find out my identity? Is she gonna sue me? Oh god, am I getting sued?』

He gulped.

He was just about done, except... well, her cleavage was still, uh... soaked. With his stuff. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Ahem..."

He coughed awkwardly and looked away, thrusting the towel toward her like it was radioactive.

"You should probably, um... clean your cleavage yourself. Sorry about... you know. Emptying the tank. I didn’t know someone would be there."

His voice was thin. Embarrassed.

He couldn’t even look her in the eye.

He was a superhero.

And yet here he was. A criminal.

A urination pervert in the eyes of the law.

If he were registered under the Hero Agency, that would’ve been an easy ten-grand fine.

Ten. Thousand. Dollars. For public indecency.

Scott closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

But just as he was about to take a humble step back and let her clean up in peace—

Grab.

"... Huh?"

He felt her small hand clamp around his wrist.

Irina kept her head down as her snow-white hair hid the conflict in her blue eyes.

Her voice trembled.

"... Don’t go."

Scott blinked.

"I-, I wasn’t going, I just thought you’d want some pri—"

"You’re talking about privacy like you didn’t just empty all your privacy all over me like I’m some kind of public toilet for your twisted desires... you pervert..."

Her voice was quiet. But her words were sharp.

"P-,Pervert?! Twisted desi—NO!"

He took a sharp step back.

"That’s not what happened!"

Scott panicked.

But she didn’t seem to care.

She kept holding onto him as her fingers tightened.

Then, with her free hand, she handed him the towel again.

"If you want to apologize..."

She murmured, cheeks flushed and trembling.

"... then clean my cleavage too. Your pee stinks... it’s only reasonable you clean it."

Scott’s face blanked out.

Like, totally. Nothing.

It was almost like his features were about to pixelate from sheer shock overload.

Irina finally lifted her head.

Her eyes were glistening like she was about to cry from embarrassment, and her cheeks were glowing like someone had just painted her face with crimson blush.

She looked so... vulnerable.

Like an alley cat caught doing something dumb.

And then—she said it.

"S-, So... will you wipe it already...?"

She mumbled innocently.

"And yunno... stop making me look so weird...?"

Her voice went even quieter.

"Unless..."

She slowly bit her lower lip — as if she was begging her shameless side to shut up.

"... you wanna lick it off instead... I-, I won’t mind..."

The air went still.

Even time itself seemed to hesitate.

Scott stood frozen.

Irina trembled in place.

Her eyes darted anywhere but his.

"Su-, Sure..." Scott finally croaked.

Scott carefully peeled up her shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin from dried liquid, making a faint peeling sound. He hesitated as he reached the swell of her chest as his eyes caught on the underside of her bra peeking into view.

Just that glimpse told him enough—

Irina’s breasts were huge.

Way bigger than he expected.

『Why the hell are her tits this big?』

He was brutally bewildered.

『Isn’t she some kinda tomboy? Wears hoodies. Punches bad guys way harder than most men would. Doesn’t even wear makeup. And yet—these are almost as big as Emma’s! For fuck’s sake.』

He froze, eyes lingering just a little too long.

Irina noticed.

From her perspective, Scott had simply stopped mid-motion, staring at her chest like a creep. Her throat tightened, and a pit of insecurity bloomed in her stomach.

"C-, Can you... not stare?"

She mumbled, voice soft and uneasy.

"I-, I don’t like it when guys... when they look at me there. It makes me feel, uhm... uncomfortable..."

She risked a quick glance at him, then quickly turned her face to the side, cheeks flushing a vulnerable pink.

Scott blinked, then quietly nodded, no words.

Just guilt and silence.

With a short breath, he pulled the shirt over her head, letting it bunch around her neck. The sudden tug made Irina’s breasts bounce violently, like two rebellious balloons trying to break free.

"KYAAAH~! M-, MY BREASTS!"

She cried, arms instinctively darting to cover herself—but not in time.

Scott panicked.

On reflex, he reached out and cupped both her breasts to stop them from bouncing.

But his grip was a little... too firm.

His fingers sunk into her two, oversized balls of meat.

"AHHNNN~! ❤️"

Irina jolted forward with a moan.

Her hands shot up in shock like she’d just touched something scalding.

Scott immediately yanked his hands back.

"I’m sorry..."

He said softly, eyes not quite meeting hers.

Irina slowly opened one eye, still panting slightly, and gave him a weak, trembling smile.

"...It’s... it’s okay."

She rubbed her thighs together to suppress the burning heat between her legs and steeled herself.

"I know you didn’t mean to... do that."

Her voice came out warm and embarrassed.

Scott stared for a second, surprised—but grateful.

He nodded once, then returned to the task at hand.

Without saying a word, he slid the damp rag—wrapped loosely around his hand—up past the edge of her bra and between the softness of her meaty cleavage.

"Hnng~!"

Irina bit her lower lip, knees twitching slightly.

She squeezed one eye shut and shuddered as her hot breath hitched when she muttered—

"A-Are you... done yet...?"

He hadn’t even started, but her breasts were already getting so sweaty and sensitive.

Scott didn’t respond immediately—just kept gently wiping the dried pee from between her breasts, trying to be methodical. Clinical. Professional, even though nothing about this felt professional.

Irina’s body betrayed her more and more.

She vibrated with heat and tension.

She tried to keep her lips shut, but little sexy noises escaped her small mouth anyway. Her heart pounded so loud it echoed in her ears, and she gripped the curves of her hips just to stay upright.

Finally, Scott pulled his hand free, the rag now a little damp with sweat.

"I’m done!"

He said cheerfully.

As an extra, he flashed a thumbs-up and a reassuring smile like he’d just finished patching a wound.

Irina didn’t respond right away. She was breathing hard, practically steaming—tiny puffs of breath visible with each exhale, and her lips parted just slightly as slimy trails of her hot saliva pooled at the corners.

"... Y-, You’re really... not gentle at all~"

She whispered, trying hard not to moan.

Facially, she looked like a horny mess.

Red cheeks, lewd face, sloven smile, pointed nipples, and that tell-tell look that she’d already wet herself.

『This is... super weird...』

Scott scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"Ahaha... I’ll, uh... work on that."

･･･

A few minutes passed.

Now, the two of them just stood awkwardly, facing each other like middle-schoolers caught holding hands at a family reunion.

Irina was twiddling her fingers behind her back as she drew invisible circles on the rooftop with her toe. Scott scratched the back of his neck like a construction worker being interviewed on the news.

"S-, So..." Irina began. "Can I... get your number?"

She peeked up at him like a shy child.

"Uhm..." Scott paused.

"NO! It’s not because I like you or anything!"

She immediately exploded.

She even flailed her hands in front of her face.

"WAIT—I swear it’s not because I like you or anything like that, okay?! I just—uh—I feel like I know you somehow, even though we’ve never really met properly, and—and—and maybe we could collab on something in the future! Business! Strictly professional!"

She forced a big, wide, incredibly nervous smile.

"RIGHT?!"

Scott stared for a beat.

Then smiled mildly.

"No problem. I can give you my number. Especially after what I did to you. I’m just surprised you’re not... I dunno. More pissed. I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how arrogant you are... no offense."

He frowned inwardly.

『Fuck! Of all words to use and I choose "piss" ugh...』

He wanted to kick himself so badly.

Irina looked away, rubbing her arm with a pout.

"Well... the media always says crap. It’s either about me being arrogant, or an orphan, or a neglected child the Hero Agency did well to help. ’Hero prodigy this, hero prodigy that’—like it’s a bad thing."

She clicked her tongue.

"Tch. As if it’s my fault I’m amazing."

But not wanting to ruin the moment, she smiled again, held out her phone, and shouted—

"Contact, now!"

She pressed it against his. Their phones buzzed in sync.

"Let’s see..."

She checked his name.

Her face squeezed.

"Uhm, your middle name is Evelyn?"

Scott coughed. Loudly. "Yeah. It’s... whatever."

Irina smirked. "I like it."

He smiled back. "As long as you’re not mad anymore."

Irina folded her arms and leaned in.

"Oh, who knows. In fact—"

Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"I want my hot piss all over you too."

"... Huh?" Scott blinked.

"I said, I’m still pissed at you."

She turned away before the awkwardness could catch up, eyes closed in shame.

"AHEM! I have to go now! I’m flying to Meteor City tonight. The SMPE’s tomorrow, so I gotta get ready."

Before Scott could say anything else, she backed away, waving softly.

"Sooo... uhmm... catch you when I get back?"

Scott gave her a crooked smirk.

"Sure thing."

With that, Irina floated down from the rooftop and back onto her balcony while the tips of her ears still glowed as red as her cheeks.

Alone on the rooftop, Scott folded his arms.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

『The SMPE huh... yeah, Brigid mentioned it...』

He already knew where he was going tomorrow.

Meteor City.

And it had more plans for him than expected.

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Note: We are now entering the SMPE II arc which will feature side characters like Adira Crowe, Amalie Andersen, Marcus, Jake, Irina Golovin, Brigid MacLeighlin, Emma Graves, Vixen, Foxgirl, and a few new characters.