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

The bright, shiny halls of MegaCorp were full of life as busy executives and employees moved quickly between meetings. Some stared at their glowing screens, while others barked orders into their headsets.

On the top floor, in a spacious and luxurious office, Miss Mercury stood with her arms crossed. Her honey brown hair had a faint glow as it was still charged with leftover energy from her morning patrol.

She fixed a stern look on the man in front of her.

Gordon, her agent.

He was a portly man with slicked-back hair and an expensive suit that screamed corporate opportunist.

He sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Emma, you need to understand… the stunt with Titanus Magnus last night didn't help your reputation. You're lucky it didn't hurt it either. The media is surprisingly quiet, and your fans are still loyal, but you fumbled."

Emma Graves.

That was Miss Mercury's real identity.

She rolled her eyes and sat down in a chair, then stretched her legs out on the glass table. She adjusted her black and yellow bodysuit, which had a slight shimmer under the cold fluorescent lights in the room.

"I could've taken him down easily. If I'd gone at light speed, I would've ripped that overgrown tin can apart in seconds. I'm an S-tier hero by power, and you know it. It's this bureaucratic nonsense holding me back from being an A-rank. The Hero Agency, these stupid PR stunts, they're suffocating me!"

"NO!"

Gordon waved his hand dismissively.

He didn't want to hear such nonsense.

"This isn't about power. It's about image, Emma. Image is everything. The fans don't care if you can zip across the city in a millisecond; they care about how you look doing it. You're the face of MegaCorp's heroic division. You sell their gadgets, their merchandise, their lifestyle. You've gotta keep the masses entertained, and…"

"I am entertaining!"

Mercury cut him off with a sharp voice.

"I don't need your stupid PR stunts. I'm not some plastic toy to be paraded around!"

Gordon threw his hands up in disbelief.

He paced in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Listen, Emma, you might be a saint or whatever, but this business doesn't give a fuck about that. The plan is already in motion. The fans want more. A few racy leaks, maybe even a staged sex tape—it'll skyrocket your engagement. Your fans will eat it up."

Mercury's body tensed and her eyes went wide.

"Excuse me? You're actually suggesting that I—"

"—Release a sex tape, yes."

Gordon's tone was as casual as if they were discussing her next photoshoot.

"I'm a fuckin' virgin for goodness sake! I'm not doing something so… disgusting."

"Since when does virginity matter in this business? People want what they want. And right now, that's you. You want to stay on top, right? This is what it takes."

"How can you even say that?"

"It's business. Virginity? Pfft, no one cares about that anymore, especially in this market. The fans want a little more edge, something that makes you stand out. The competition is fierce, and if we don't give the people what they want—"