Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 274: Special Festive Stream!

The mansion’s festive glow felt hollow now.

The argument that happened felt like a scar on the warm and peaceful moment that was just had.

Emma paced the lavish hallway as her usual confident stride was replaced by frantic, jerky steps. Her hands trembled as she ran them through her hair for the tenth time.

"I screwed up so bad, Nadia... I friggin’ screwed up!"

She groaned helplessly.

"I really shouldn’t have even let my mom come for the holidays! What was I thinking? She’s always been like this... competitive, petty, trying to one-up everyone, especially me. And now look what happened! Scott stormed out because of her! Because of us!"

Nadia stood nearby with her arms crossed.

She stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on Emma’s shoulder.

"Emma, breathe. It technically wasn’t your fault. Adeline is... well, Adeline. If you hadn’t invited her, she probably would’ve shown up uninvited anyway. Any parent who hears their daughter is one of five girlfriends to some guy is going to want to fly in and see what the hell is going on. It’s human nature."

Emma slammed a hand against her forehead then dragged it down her face with a heavy sigh.

"God... I accidentally let it slip during one stupid phone call last month. She kept pressing about why I was spending so much time in Metro City, why I seemed so happy lately. I got cornered and... boom. Now Scott probably feels horrible. Like some lecherous trash who doesn’t deserve me. He looked so hurt when she said all that crap about his family and how I was ’too good’ for him."

Her breathing started to quicken.

Her chest rose and fell too fast.

Eyes wide with desperation, she spun toward the window to stare out at the darkening city skyline.

"I have to fix this! I’ll superspeed around Metro City right now... zoom through every street, every alley, every rooftop until I find him! I’ll apologize a million times, get on my knees if I have to, beg him to take me back—please, Scott, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna leave me over my crazy mom’s fucking bullshit—"

She was full-on hyperventilating now.

Her hands clutched her chest as worst-case scenarios flooded her mind.

"What if he never comes back? What if he thinks I’m just like her? I can’t lose him, Nadia, I can’t—"

"Em. Hey. Stop."

Nadia worriedly grabbed both of Emma’s shoulders and forced eye contact.

"It’s not that serious yet. Scott would never dump you over something your mom did. He’s not that guy. He’s patient and understanding, and he loves you—like, obsessively loves all of us. Give him space. This isn’t the end."

Emma’s ragged breathing slowly evened out.

The panic haze cleared just enough for her to nod shakily.

Nadia continued in her soothing tone.

"Leave him to his thoughts for now. You know Scott—he’s not the type to make rash decisions when he’s hurting. He’ll process it his way. In the meantime, you need to focus on talking to Adeline. Figure out a way around this family drama before it gets worse. Set some boundaries. For real."

Emma took several deep breaths which finally made her shoulders relax a fraction.

She nodded again, more firmly this time.

"You’re right... okay. Yeah, I can do that."

She straightened up and steeled herself.

"I need all the privacy I can get for this convo. Can you make sure no one eavesdrops? Like... at all?"

Nadia smiled softly, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I’ve got you. Promise."

Emma forced a mild, grateful smile in return before turning and heading toward the room Adeline was in.

When Emma disappeared around the corner, Nadia’s sharp eyes caught movement.

Brigid and Gwen were mischievously tiptoeing down the hallway with their heads low.

Clearly, they wanted to eavesdrop.

Nadia crossed her arms, voice strict.

"Girls. No."

Gwen sighed dramatically, shoulders slumping.

"Fiiiine."

She muttered and turned away with obvious reluctance.

Nadia’s gaze snapped to Brigid next.

"And no mind-reading either."

Brigid pouted hard, sulking away just like Gwen.

Then Nadia spotted a hidden bushy light-brown tail twitching excitedly behind the edge of a large decorative plant in the corridor.

"No super hearing either, Beca."

The fluffy fox ears drooped instantly. Beca emerged from her hiding spot with a dramatic huff, ears flat against her head as she sulked off with the other two.

Nadia shook her head as a small amused sigh escaped her beautiful pink lips.

"These girls, I swear..."

She glanced toward the other end of the corridor that led to the empty sitting room and sighed.

"Where could Scott be right now?"

She pulled out her phone and started dialing his number as she wandered off to relax.

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Meanwhile.

Evening had fully claimed Metro City.

The sky bled into deep indigo.

City lights sparkled like scattered jewels below.

Nadia hadn’t stopped calling.

Scott was now fully suited as Nightwatch as he sat with his legs crossed atop a slowly rumbling delivery truck cruising through the bustling streets. His high-tech mask hid his expression as he stared blankly at the starry sky whilst the wind whipped at his majestic dark hair.

People on the roadside started waving enthusiastically the moment they spotted him.

"Hey, Nightwatch! Looking good tonight!"

A graffiti artist tagging a corporate building froze, then waved wildly with his spray can—before quickly hiding it behind his back when he remembered it wasn’t exactly legal.

Nightwatch chuckled lowly.

"It’s fine, man. As long as it’s on those soulless corporate eyesores."

The guy’s face lit up.

"Hell yeah!"

His graffiti partner jubilated as well.

"Nightwatch said it’s cool! You’re the realest, bro!"

The truck rolled past a booming club as the bass thumped into the night. A group of girls spilled out to see him and instantly started waving like maniacs.

"Nightwatch! We love you!"

"Marry me!"

One leaned out dramatically.

"I’ll be a good girl and let you do whatever you want to me right here on the sidewalk!"

Nightwatch visibly cringed under the mask.

"Uh... I’m not sure that’s legal, miss."

Right then, the truck horn blared.

Carl the driver leaned out.

"Pass the controller, brother!"

At the club entrance.

The bouncers waved him over enthusiastically.

"Nightwatch! VIP is always open for you, man! And you get free entry and a lap dance whenever!"

One enthusiastic club girl ripped open her leather jacket to flash her breasts with a cheeky grin.

Both Nightwatch and an excited Carl’s eyes went wide for a split second.

Further down the road.

A food truck lady spotted them and begged Carl to pull over. When he did, she rushed up with three steaming hotdogs wrapped in foil.

"One for you, driver! And two for Nightwatch!"

She beamed up at him.

"Thank you for everything you do for us out here. The streets feel safer because of you."

She hurried back to her truck after a grateful nod.

Carl tossed the hotdogs up.

Nightwatch caught them effortlessly with one hand.

"Sorry for the delay..." Nightwatch said.

Carl waved it off with a grin.

"It’s fine. I got a free hotdog out of it. You wanna talk about why you’re lookin’ so dull tonight, kid?"

Nightwatch just pulled down his mask, took a big bite of the hotdog, and chewed in silence.

...

Hours later, Nightwatch was sitting on the edge of a very tall skyscraper as his legs hung loosely over the dizzying drop below. He casually scrolled on his phone and took small bites from the hotdog he had left.

Bella Trevors flaunting her new beach house and sports car.

Rope Girl receiving yet another Medal of Honor from the President himself.

And a report by Judy Cho:

[It’s been over two months since Blue Atom vanished after the mysterious attack on North District...]

Nightwatch tossed the phone aside with a bitter scoff.

That whole mess wouldn’t be so "mysterious" if Luminyss hadn’t warped reality to protect his identity from Super Scott’s screw-up.

He leaned back to look up at the emerging stars.

"Maybe I should stream tonight..." he mumbled.

The System pinged instantly.

[Streaming Mode Initiated]

Viewer count skyrocketed within seconds.

[NightwatchLive is now streaming!]

Comments flooded in:

[YO NIGHTWATCH STREAMING DURING THE HOLIDAYS?!?"

[Christmas special incoming???]

[Legendary timing! 🔥]

[Dang, just when I got my lube out for Fox Girl 😭]

ㄴ[Bro 💀]

ㄴ[Don’t watch porn cuz u might waste the next LeBron James cuz u wanted to see Fox Girl]

ㄴ[Or she helping me make room for the next LeBron 🤔]

ㄴ[An IQ too high?]

Nightwatch smiled under the mask.

"Not sure about a Christmas special, guys. It’s not gonna be action-packed tonight. But I want to do something special so maybe invite one or two people to come on the stream and talk about their problems. How about you send gifts for every good deed I pull and the money goes to charity of course. That sound good?"

The chat exploded with praise and heart emojis.

[Meh, I always give my money to Charity 🤷‍♂️]

ㄴ[Not the stripper son 😭]

ㄴ[Giving money to strip clubs bring bad karma]

ㄴ[Nah, Karma’s stripping in Vegas and trust me she’s not bad at what she does icl]

[What are these comments yo? 😭]

Nightwatch chuckled.

"Alright, calm down everyone. Stream just started."

In his mind, a quiet warmth spread.

『This is why having two identities is a blessing. When one life hurts like hell... you can always switch to the other.』

Water filled his eyes softly.

He blinked hard to force the water in his eyes to vanish.

Clap.

The single, sharp sound echoed across the rooftop.

"Alright!"

Nightwatch shifted back into that confident character he had always been known for.

"Let’s get started."

The chat exploded.

[NightwatchLive – Streaming Mode Fully Active]

[Viewer Count: 487,291 → 1,203,947]

And that was all under ten seconds.

Superchats and gifts began raining in before he could even finish the sentence.

[$500 – Legendary timing bro!!]

[$2,000 – Christmas miracle already?!]

[$10,000 – Nightwatch charity stream?! Take my money my glorious black-haired king!!]

[$50,000 – Elite Sub + For the kids, king. Go crazy.]

Nightwatch let out a low whistle.

"Damn, y’all are fast. Appreciate the love. Every dollar from good-deed gifts tonight goes straight to charity and you know I wouldn’t lie. I put it on my cape."

He leaned forward as the city lights reflected off his gray suit and regal blue eyes.

"Alright, I’m switching on Guest Mode right now so that everyone can start sending invitations. Let’s see who needs help tonight."

The moment he tapped the holographic interface floating in front of him, the invite counter went nuclear.

[Invitations Received: 1,847,392]

...and climbing by the thousands every second.

"Yikes."

He laughed with genuine surprise.

"We’ve got people from Tokyo, Lagos, São Paulo, Sydney... the whole damn planet. But since I’m physically in Metro City right now, let’s start with folks in the US and nearby. Easier to actually swing over and help in person. Sound good?"

The chat spammed heart emojis and rocket ships.

Nightwatch scrolled quickly and clicked the first invite.

The screen split. A lanky young man with thick glasses and a nervous smile waved at the camera from what looked like a messy college dorm.

"Hey, Nightwatch! Oh man, I can’t believe you actually picked me. I’m Tyler."

"Tyler, my guy. What’s up? You good?"

Tyler rubbed the back of his neck.

"So... this might be weird, but I know you basically build most of your own tech, right? Like, insane stuff. I was sorta hoping you could help me with my homework real quick. It’s due tomorrow and I’m dying."

Nightwatch raised an eyebrow under the mask.

"Homework? Alright... sure?"

Tyler shared his screen.

A nightmare of equations filled the main broadcast. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Advanced orbital mechanics.

Kepler’s laws twisted into multi-body problems.

Delta-v calculations for interplanetary transfer orbits.

Even some nasty Lagrange point stability math.

The chat lost its mind.

[Wait, wait... Rocket Science is a real subject? 💀]

ㄴ[I thought it was just a saying 😭]

[Where tf are the numbers at gang?]

[GPT not doing this shi 💔]

[Bro brought rocket science to Nightwatch 💀]

["It’s not rocket science" can’t be used here heh?]

Nightwatch folded his arms and sighed theatrically.

"Tyler... you really should be doing this yourself, man. Learning builds character and all that."

Tyler gave a sheepish grin.

"Please? I’ll never ask again."

Nightwatch stared at the problems for two seconds while his built-in AI already dissected every line.

"Fine. Scanning now."

His eyes glowed faintly behind the visor. In under fifteen seconds the entire worksheet was solved with clean step-by-step explanations.

"Sent you a PDF. Check your email. And next time? At least try first."

Tyler’s eyes widened like he’d seen God.

"Holy— Thank you so much, Nightwatch!"

The young man waved and disconnected.

Nightwatch chuckled and tapped the next invite.

He read the username out loud first.

"DestructoLord69_Xx_DestroyerOfWorlds... okay, this should be interesting—"

The screen loaded.

Instead of some edgy teenager, a tiny five-year-old girl with pigtails and a bright pink sweater appeared and waved both hands excitedly at the camera.

Nightwatch’s entire demeanor melted in 0.2 seconds.

His voice instantly went soft and gentle.

"Hey... sweetheart? What are you doing on this stream? This is mostly rated eighteen stuff. Did you get lost? Where’s your mom or dad?"

The chat detonated with laughter.

[AWW HELL NAHHH NOT DESTRUCTOLORD69 BEING A LITERAL CHILD 😭😭]

The little girl giggled, completely unbothered.

"Hi Nightwatch! I’m Lily Summers and I’m five! I used Daddy’s tablet."

Nightwatch rubbed the back of his neck, smiling helplessly under the mask.

"Lily, you’re adorable, but this stream isn’t really for kids your age, okay?"

More troll comments flooded in.

[Besides, what problems could a child her age have?]

[She probably ate a Lego or sum]

[Real]

[My little sister does this too 💀]

[Hating on a child is crazy]

ㄴ[Skill issue]

ㄴ[Average DestructoLord enjoyer]

Lily tilted her head cutely.

"My friend Gibson is homeless. He begs on the street and nobody helps him. He’s really sick and needs surgery for his... his organ thing. No one wants to help. I really wish someone would."

The chat suddenly went quieter.

It was mostly a wave of "aww" and soft comments.

Nightwatch’s expression turned serious and impressed at the same time.

"Lily... that’s really kind of you to worry about your friend. Can you tell me exactly where Gibson is right now? In Metro City?"

She nodded eagerly and gave the street corner coordinates in her small, careful voice.

"Got it. Stay safe, okay? And maybe give the tablet back to Dad."

Nightwatch stood up on the skyscraper edge.

"Be right back, chat. Real hero work time."

He leapt off the building.

In mere minutes, Nightwatch was skillfully swinging from skyscraper to skyscraper, spinning through the cold night air with the grace of an eagle as his drones faithfully followed for the live stream.

The city blurred beneath him in neon flashes.

He landed lightly on the designated corner.

There was Gibson... an older man in a worn coat who shivered violently despite the layers as he held a small paper cup that barely had any coins.

Passersby walked past without even glancing.

Nightwatch approached slowly.

"Gibson?"

The man looked up and his eyes widened in shock.

Almost no one in the world would distrust Nightwatch.

Especially the oppressed.

A desperate Gibson nodded immediately.

Nightwatch gently guided him into the nearby 24-hour store. Minutes later, Gibson was seated with a steaming bowl of hot noodles as the drones politely captured the moment for viewers while keeping respectful distance.

Nightwatch sat across from him.

"How are you feeling, man?"

Gibson stopped eating, spoon trembling in his hand.

"How am I supposed to feel? I’m a bum to everyone... probably to you too."

"I... didn’t say that..." Nightwatch replied softly.

"You don’t have to. I shake this cup twenty-four hours a day and people look at me like I’m trash. They walk past saying ’get a job, bum’ as they laugh. I’m not a bum! I’m a human being who needs help, dammit!"

Tears started rolling down Gibson’s weathered cheeks.

The chat flooded with empathy.

[This hit hard...]

[Man...]

[We gotta do something]

One viewer instantly created a stream goal:

[Livestream Goal: Raise $300,000 for Gibson’s surgery & immediate needs]

[Current: $0 → $47,832 in the first thirty seconds!]

With over millions of people watching, the counter was climbing insanely fast.

Outside the store window, Pulsar floated gracefully in the night air, dainty arms folded, a mild, thoughtful smile on her face as she watched the scene inside.

『Maybe I should talk with him a little... y’know.』

She squeezed her small, cute face a little.

『After all, Scott and I might be on good terms again and he agreed for us to hang out sometime... but I’m still kinda too ashamed to text him. And I’m sure as hell he’s not gonna text me back.』 (╥‸╥)

Love was ruthlessly kicking her in the butt.

Doing a casual collab with maverick hero like this masked man would surely make her day.

『I’ll do anything to get Scott off my mind...』

Well, that was the goal at least.

Nightwatch glanced toward the window for a split second as though he almost sensed her presence, before turning back to Gibson with a reassuring smile.

"You’re not alone tonight, Gibson. Not anymore."

The chat kept exploding with gifts and hearts.

This was exactly why he became Nightwatch.