Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine

In a Comic Book Shop…

A young man named Scott McQueen was standing with his girlfriend by a table stacked with colorful comic books. He looked quite bored as he flipped through the vibrant pages, barely paying attention.

『Superheroes…』

He flipped to the next page.

『When I was a kid, they were simple. You know, the kind of guys who wore capes, fought bad guys, and always knew what was right. Comics made it clear… heroes were supposed to stand for justice, protect the weak, and fight evil. Black and white, good and bad, no in-between. It was easy to root for them because they lived by rules we all understood.』

『But now? Now that heroes are real… it's nothing like that. I mean, they still wear the costumes and save people, sure. But they're more interested in flashing smiles for the cameras, signing endorsement deals, and posting on social media than actually doing any good.

… Sigh~

『It's all for fame, power, and sponsorships. They've got their agents, their image consultants, their PR teams spinning every move like they’re celebrities, not protectors. It’s like the world’s okay with that, though, because we eat it up.

『It's like gold… even if it's poisonous, people won't stop staring at it because it's shiny.』

The young man set down the comic book and reached for another.

For a moment, it was as if he stood alone in a completely dark world, his figure outlined by a pale shadow.

Nothing seemed to matter.

His eyes showed it clearly.

But his actions masked the aloofness he had toward the world around him.

『The worst part? No one questions it. People don't care why the hero saved the day, as long as they did it in time for the evening news.

『But that’s not me. I don’t need a spotlight. I don’t need praise. I don’t want to be adored or idolized. What I want is simple: to be the hand in the shadows, the fear in the back of someone’s mind, the whisper that says "Maybe I shouldn't."

… The kind of justice that doesn't get a thank-you.

『I don’t care about the money or the followers. I just want to be a tool. A weapon. Not in the spotlight, but in the dark corners, reminding people what happens when they step out of line. Let the "heroes" chase their fame. I'll be the one in the shadows, making sure the justice they're too distracted to deliver gets done.』

Scott set down the comic book and let out a heavy sigh, nearly slouching.

『Unfortunately, I don't have what it takes to stand on equal grounds with these other superheroes. So, I'll just focus on school instead…』

He glanced over at his girlfriend, who stood there pouting slightly. She was gripping the straps of her backpack, tapping her foot on the floor like she was waiting for something.

“Can we do it now?” she asked.

“Really? In a comic book store?” Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh… you know how my body gets at certain times, and this is one of those times. I need us to do it, just a little bit.”

She held the hem of her miniskirt, pressing her thighs together as a blush spread across her cute face.

“Please?”

She added, this time sounding more polite.

For a moment, Scott was reminded of his old dog, Rufus, who had passed away a few years ago. Rufus used to tilt his head and bark more softly whenever he wanted a treat, just like how she was asking now.