Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 273: In Her Defense

The entire mansion still carried that mouthwatering haze of brown-sugar butter and roasted turkey fat, but the real heat wasn’t coming from the oven anymore.

It was the lingering awkwardness from breakfast.

Adeline and Isla had turned the five-star holiday spread into a subtle... not-so-subtle seduction. While everyone else tried to enjoy the golden turkey, truffle mac, and honey-glazed carrots, those two succubi had Scott sandwiched between them like he was the main course.

Adeline’s hand kept "accidentally" drifting under the table toward his crotch and twice he had to catch her wrist mid-dive and laugh it off like a maniac. Isla wasn’t any better; every time he turned his head, her soft chest would press into his arm or her thigh would slide against his under the tablecloth.

Yet somehow, through all the nipple tracing and forward ass-wiggling "back support" requests, Scott still managed to keep a smile on his face.

He even cracked jokes while gently sweeping their wandering fingers away for the fourth time. The man had nerves of steel and the patience of a saint.

Every girl at the table noticed.

And every single one of them fell for him a little harder because of it.

"MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST! ♥️♥️"

That was the singular thought of his all his girlfriends.

After the plates were cleared, Scott volunteered to help Emma and Gwen with chores around the house. Nadia and Brigid took over dish duty in the kitchen as they hummed along while stacking bone china like pros. Meanwhile, Jake was knocked out by the heavy turkey gravy so hard he was snoring like a hibernating bear on the couch... so Scott had to haul the fatty into one of the downstairs guest bedrooms and dump him on the bed like a sack of potatoes.

Marcus, still salty from his earlier beatdown, begged Beca for a rematch on the fighting game.

But for the tenth time she gave the same answer.

"NO."

Marcus fell on his knees.

"PLEEEAASEEE!" .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

She rolled her eyes as her fox ears twitched in annoyance but eventually agreed with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine, but if you cry again I’m posting the clip."

Scott slipped on one of the frilly cleaning aprons hanging near the laundry room... a pastel pink number with little bows. The moment he turned around, Emma and Gwen burst into giggles and covered their mouths like schoolgirls.

He raised an eyebrow, smiling. "What’s so funny?"

They shook their heads, still snickering.

"Nothing~" Emma sang.

"Yeah, you just... look really cute!" Gwen bit her lip.

Scott narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

"Come on, spill it. I look ridiculous, don’t I?"

"Nooo~" (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Said the two girlfriends at the same time.

He stepped closer and smirked.

"You two are the worst liars. Tell me."

He immediately started to tickle them ruthlessly after they chose to keep dodging his teasing questions with cute and ambiguous giggles.

Both girls squealed instantly.

Emma especially lost it and laughed so hard she started snorting like an angry little pig.

"S-, Stop—haha—Scott!"

He grinned wickedly.

"Holy shit, was that a snort? Emma, babe, you sound like a farm animal right now."

She gasped between laughs, cheeks flaming.

"I hate you!"

"I know."

He chuckled, finally wrapping both arms around her slender waist and pulling her close.

"But you’re adorable when you oink."

Gwen punched his arm lightly.

"Hey, I’m here too, y’know!"

Calmly, Scott slid his other arm around her waist and yanked both girlfriends tight against him.

"You two look so friggin’ hot right now."

He leaned in to press soft kisses along the sensitive skin of their necks, one after the other.

Emma and Gwen both blushed furiously as they tried and failed to play it cool.

"Pfft, that was so weak..."

Emma muttered, voice a little breathy.

"Yeah, you can do better than that, mister."

Gwen added, though her dainty fingers were already curling into his shirt.

The young man whispered between them.

"How about we have a little fun in bed first, then?"

The suggestion hit like crack.

Both girls froze for a moment, then quickly glanced at each other, sharing a knowing look. They both understood the same thing without needing to say it out loud.

Scott had gotten very good in bed.

With so many women in his life lately, his experience had grown a lot. His stamina had improved, his technique was sharper, and he had an almost unfair ability to read their bodies like an open book. He always seemed to know exactly what to do, when to do it, and how far to push.

If he decided to take on just the two of them right now...

Neither of them felt confident they could handle it.

They might not even last the whole session.

That brief glance of fear between them said everything they were thinking.

Emma gulped.

"U-, Um... maybe we should finish cleaning first?"

Gwen nodded way too quickly.

"Y-, Yeah, chores! Chores are important."

Scott lifted his brows, genuinely surprised.

"Seriously? You two are usually the first ones jumping me at any opportunity. You’re never NOT in the mood. Hm, now I feel like the weird one here."

The girls pouted adorably in perfect sync.

"We are decent ladies!"

Emma scolded, cheeks puffed.

"Not some depraved, shameless harem sluts."

Gwen followed up with a dramatic huff.

"We have standards, you know!"

Scott just stared at them with half-lidded eyes, one memory flashing through his mind: the time Emma went on her knees and literally begged him to eat a hot shawarma striaght off her special place.

Before he could say anything, Adeline’s silky voice gently interrupted.

"Oh my~ What are you three doing over here?"

The trio panicked and broke apart like teenagers caught making out.

Emma whirled on her mother with a frown.

"Mom. What do you want?"

Adeline placed a slender hand over her buxom chest and acted like she was hurt.

"Don’t be so rude to your poor mother, darling."

Emma rolled her eyes.

"We don’t have time for this. We have chores to do."

Adeline lifted a perfectly arched brow.

"Since when are you so eager to do chores? You can’t cook, you can’t clean properly, you burn toast, you shrink clothes in the dryer, you even burn rice, and you once turned a white load pink because—"

"SHUT UP!"

Emma shouted with a face twisted in pure disgust as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Must you always find a way to embarrass me?! God!"

She stormed off without another word.

Awkward silence was left behind.

Scott and Gwen stared at Adeline with wide eyes.

The beautiful mature woman simply shrugged like the utter picture of innocence.

"Hmm, so rude. I don’t know why she can’t take a little constructive criticism."

Scott exhaled.

"That was just flat-out disrespect, though."

Adeline’s amber eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

"Speak to me with a little more respect, young man... or I’ll smack the taste right out of your mouth."

She giggled sweetly right after and left both Scott and Gwen completely confused.

Was she joking or dead serious?

Adeline sashayed away while her massive hips bounced hypnotically in those tight black jeans.

She waved without looking back.

"Have fun with the chores, darlings. I’m going to watch my grandson get destroyed in his little games~"

Gwen folded her arms and frowned after her.

Scott, however, kept staring a second too long at the way those perfect cheeks moved.

Gwen noticed. She punched his shoulder.

"Eyes up here, mister."

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The three of them tackled the chores.

They spent the day doing chores around the large mansion like dusting the high shelves, folding laundry, and wiping down different surfaces.

As they worked, Scott and Gwen kept up a light and flirty mood between them. They would steal quick kisses when they passed each other, tease each other, and bump their hips together on purpose just to mess around.

But Emma stayed mostly quiet.

She still helped with the work, but the usual spark in her attitude seemed a bit dimmer than normal.

Eventually the silence became too uncomfortable.

A worried Gwen leaned over to Scott while Emma was in the laundry room.

"Hey... what’s wrong with Em? She’s been seriously off it for a while now."

Scott sighed.

"Honestly? I dunno. But I should probably find out."

He walked over to where Emma was struggling to load the washing machine with a pile of clothes.

"Hey, it’s not like that. You don’t—"

She ignored him and twisted the wrong dial.

"No, that’s not the one you—"

She hit another button.

"Emma, that’s not—"

"Why don’t you just come do it then?!"

Scott flinched at the sudden lash-out.

"Uhm..."

Emma’s eyes widened immediately.

"I-, I’m sorry... It’s just—my mom is getting on my nerves so bad. I don’t even know why she came here. She always does this—"

Before Scott could reply, she cut in again.

"And why didn’t you defend me back there? When she was roasting me in front of everyone?"

He blinked, confused.

"What do you mean? I was about to—"

"I don’t want to hear it. You had a perfect chance to stick up for your girlfriend while her own mother—who’s clearly trying to sleep with you, by the way—was tearing me down. But you just stood there."

Scott sighed.

"Emma, you really don’t have to make a big deal out of this. It’s too early in the—"

"Y’know what? Screw you."

She stormed off and slammed the door behind her with enough force to rattle the frame.

Scott stood there in stunned silence.

Gwen suddenly appeared beside him, tilting her head.

"Well... that went well."

He gave her a deadpan side-eye.

"Shut up." （ꐦ𝅒_𝅒）

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A few minutes ticked by in silence before Scott and Gwen finally returned to the living room.

The first person to spot him was Isla.

Her face lit up like fireworks.

She waved excitedly with a bright smile stretched wide as she patted the cushion beside her.

"Scott~! Come sit next to me!"

Gwen clicked her tongue loudly and mumbled jealously under her breath.

"I’m literally right here too..." ಠ_ಠ

She even squeezed her cute face so hard she started looking like a grumpy old man.

Scott didn’t bother with her annoyance. His attention was locked on the expensive sofas... every single seat was taken except the narrow one squeezed between Isla and Marcus who was laser-focused on the game as he gripped the controller like his life depended on it.

He let out a tired sigh and muttered something incoherent under his breath before walking over and dropping down.

Isla immediately lit up like a kid on Christmas.

She wrapped both arms around his bicep and pressed close with her flowery scent.

"Wow... your arms are so muscular for someone who isn’t even in his twenties yet~"

She squeezed harder with misty eyes that any man would call sexy and more.

"My mom likes muscular men... and so do I. You know, I love going to the gym because I don’t have a super-fast metabolism like Emma. It’s such a cheat code which sorta explains why she’s not a fatty tee-hee! Some of us actually have to work for it—"

The moment Scott heard Emma’s name, his expression went soft like butter.

He glanced across the room at her.

He really didn’t want to think Emma had horrible family members... but what kind of family was this? A mother and daughter both openly trying to steal the boyfriend of one of their own? He felt desperate to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come cleanly. He just felt bad and genuinely sick that these were the kind of people Emma had to grow up with, sharing a house with constant tension and competition. Even if he spoke up, it wouldn’t be pretty, and he refused to embarrass Emma’s mom in front of Marcus of all people.

Scott sighed tiredly and let Isla keep hugging his arm like he was her personal plushie.

That was the safer choice.

He’d rather stay quiet than speak up for the woman he loved just to keep the peace.

But the more he thought about it, the worse it felt.

The way he loved Emma bordered on obsession.

If that was true, then only her happiness and that of all of his girlfriends should matter. Right?

"..."

He still didn’t have an answer.

That was when the charming Adeline stepped out from the open-plan kitchen and past the long dining table with a tray of cold drink boxes in her hands. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Her voice floated over like warm honey.

"Who wants a drink, darlings? ♥️"

Almost everyone’s hand shot up.

Except Emma who sat quietly on a single-seat sofa staring at absolutely nothing.

And Scott who was still lost in his own thoughts.

On the massive TV, Beca was absolutely destroying Marcus again.

"You’re cheating!"

Marcus whined with tears building up in his eyes.

"These combos don’t even exist in the game!"

"They do." (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Beca said flatly, then shoved him so hard he wheezed.

She unleashed a nasty quadruple combo and ended him with a brutal finisher.

Marcus screamed in pure frustration.

"NGHHHH—!"

Adeline chuckled softly.

"Grandma will get you a drink, sweetheart."

She passed the drinks around and gave Marcus two cans then ruffled his hair affectionately.

Finally, she leaned in close behind the sofa.

"Fufufu ♥️"

She was right over Scott’s shoulder and exactly where her warm breath would tickle his ear.

"Is there... anything you want other than drinks~?"

The way she said it was pure seduction.

Isla capitalized instantly. She pressed her soft breasts tighter against his arm and looked up at him with sultry vixen eyes as her juicy pink lips parted slightly.

Scott looked at Emma one last time.

She looked so small and sad.

Something inside him snapped.

He stood up abruptly and spoke with a voice of anger.

"Enough of this!"

The entire room went dead silent.

Scott glared between Adeline and Isla.

"How can a mother and daughter be so comfortable treating one of their own like this? I’m not keeping quiet anymore. Emma doesn’t deserve to be treated like this and you two have no right trying to sleep with me when I could be your possible in-law!"

Emma’s cheeks flushed bright red.

"In... In-la... Innnn..."

She mumbled under her breath.

"In-law... that means we’d have to be mar—"

Then went quiet again, eyes wide.  ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;)...

To everyone’s shock, Adeline didn’t flinch.

She simply smiled.

"Fufu, I don’t want you as a son-in-law. You do know you’re proper trash hmm?"

This left everyone in shock.

That took a total 180!

But Adeline wasn’t done talking.

"You’re proper trash. I don’t want a crap of a man who runs after every single woman. Emma is too good for you—she’s a superhero, a millionaire, successful beyond anything you’ll ever be. How can she settle for a nobody with four other girlfriends? I won’t accept it."

Emma shot to her feet. "But it’s my choice!"

"Shut up." Adeline snapped coldly.

Scott opened his mouth to defend himself, but Adeline cut him off with disgust in her voice.

"I’ve seen your kind before. You clearly didn’t get enough love from your mother so that’s why you want to get into the panties of every woman you see. You’re nothing but a lecherous pig. Your family should be ashamed of what they gave birth to."

Scott lowered his head, biting his lower lip hard as his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. He badly wanted to smack this woman right now.

But all he said was:

"Trust me... they already are."

A low and bitter response.

Then he turned and quietly walked out of the room.

"Scott!"

"Scott, come on!"

"Don’t be like this!"

Emma called desperately after him.

He didn’t stop.

BANG!

The mansion doors slammed shut in her face.