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

A black limousine stopped in front of the grand Blue Box Convention Center. A small convoy of sleek black cars parked around it in tight formation.

In an instant, several men in sharp black suits jumped out from one of the convoy cars. Like robots, two of them rushed to the limo and opened the doors with elegance.

From the luxurious vehicle stepped out two figures.

Willow and River.

The moment their shoes touched the pavement, a tidal wave of reporters surged forward. Cameras flashed, mics stretched in every direction, and voices barked over one another in a frenzy.

River froze.

His slender fingers immediately gripped the hem of his super suit as he hunched his shoulders, eyes lowering to the ground as if he could disappear into the concrete.

『Great… more people (╥﹏╥)…』

His knees rubbed together shyly.

Willow glanced at him quickly.

"Uhm… are you okay?"

River's ears turned pink.

He looked away bashfully and muttered—

"O-, Of course I'm not…"

He partially crossed his arms.

"Nnnn… you know how I feel about crowds…"

His voice was a soft, pitiful grumble, almost like a harmless teddy bear sulking in a storm.

Willow gave a tiny, awkward smile and chuckled gently.

"Uh… right. Sorry…"

But before the wave of reporters could swallow them whole, the black-suited guards formed a protective wall around the twins, palms out like a silent command to back off.

One of them was a stern, broad-shouldered middle-aged man with a perfectly sculpted jawline.

Charlie.

He took a step forward.

He cleared his throat like an irritated aristocrat.

"If you want to ask the prince and princess anything, then you'll have to be orderly about it. I don't know how reporters do things in the United States, but in England, we show some respect to Their Royal Highnesses—by not behaving like animals."

As if to really drive his point home, Charlie closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and straightened his shoulders—looking every bit like some proud, untouchable noble who couldn't be bothered by anything.

The crowd of reporters stared at him with frowns as bitter as burnt coffee.

"Did he just call us animals?"

"Bloody British prick…"

"I'd shit in his fucking beans and toast, tch!"

Meanwhile, Willow had her eyes squeezed shut and wore a painfully wide grin on her soft face — the kind that made it clear she was trying very hard not to scream.

Through gnashed teeth, she muttered—

"Charlie… don't you think that was a little too much?"

Charlie didn't even glance her way.

"I think not."

He simply puffed his chest out even more.

"You called them animals!" Willow hissed.

Her smile was freakishly wide, so wide that the edges began to twitch.

"Indeed~" he said proudly.

Just then, a group of Blue Box staff hurried out of the building and began ushering the press toward a designated section for interviews. The guards kept pace with River and Willow as they entered the building.

However, Willow kept glaring at Charlie.

Unfortunately, her small pout and furious eyes made her resemble more of a disgruntled chihuahua than anything threatening.

Charlie raised a brow.

"Is something wrong, Your Highness?"

Willow jabbed her finger into his side.

"You know damn well what's wrong! (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧ You were too harsh! Do you want Americans to think I'm some kind of spoiled brat?! What if I wanted to date one? Huh?! That possibility's now out the window!"

She grumbled and looked away.

Charlie chuckled lowly.

"Oh, please. Your Highness is far too intelligent and beautiful to waste her time with these… mannerless men. Certainly not fitting for royalty."

He threw his head to the side with a theatrical sigh.

Willow rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Well that's your business. I already made plans with an American streamer called Fyver, so I really don't care what you think. Hmph! (.-`ω´-)✧"

She puffed her cheeks stubbornly and folded her arms to make it clear the conversation was over.

Meanwhile, River's pace had slowed to a complete stop. He stood just past the entrance of the building, legs pressed together.

Willow turned to him. "Are you okay?"

River clutched his crotch like his life depended on it, shut his eyes tightly and croaked—

"I need to use the loo!"

Two guards immediately stepped forward.

"Yes, my prince. We'll lead you."

One of them gently took River by the hand and began walking him away.

As they left, Charlie barked after them—

"Make sure the toilet is evacuated and thoroughly cleaned before the prince uses it. I don't trust how the animals at this center treat their restrooms."

Willow groaned.

"Again with calling them animals…?"

She clicked her tongue.

Soon, Willow was at a small media Q&A area roped off with red velvet.

Reporters buzzed with anticipation.

"Where did Prince River go?" one asked.

"Who cares…?"

"Yeah, Princess Willow's the interesting one anyway."

"YEAH! YEAH! I want to know what she eats!"

Suddenly, they swarmed forward with mics.

Charlie narrowed his eyes a bit.

『As usual… no one is interested in the prince…』

He shook his head and sighed.

･･･

Meanwhile…

River sat alone in a perfectly clean bathroom stall, still on the toilet despite having flushed ten minutes ago. His whole body trembled like he was caught in a snowstorm, even though the place was warm.

Outside, chaos.

His guards had kicked everyone out of the restroom.

Now, angry guests banged on the walls and shouted the scariest curses he'd ever heard.

River rolled into a ball.

『They're definitely gonna beat me up…』

His forehead pressed against his knees.

"This is bad… how am I gonna walk out now? There's so many people out there… they'll kill me…"

He was sweating bullets.

Then—

CREEEAK—click.

The door opened and shut again.

Instant panic.

River jerked upright.

"EEEE! IT'S OVER! (゜ロ゜)"

He squeaked, face pale with terror.

But instead of a mob, there was just one guy.

Scott McQueen.

"Eh, it's a girl…"

He tilted his head.

A few minutes later—

Scott was resting lazily against the stall divider, arms crossed and face calm.

He raised a brow.

"Hm, interesting. So not only are you a guy… but you're the Prince of Cambridge?"

His voice cracked a little, like he couldn't quite believe what he was saying.

River shyly nodded. "Mhm…"

Scott rubbed his chin.

"That hug earlier… kind of weird, right? What if I was a pervert or something?"

River's eyes dropped, fingers twiddling nervously.

"Y-, You promised you wouldn't hurt me… and, uhm… it felt a little genuine. I… I don't know why. Sorry…"

His face turned bright red.

Scott stared for a moment, then cracked a small smile.

"It's fine. You really don't have to apologize."

River nodded. "Sorry."

Scott sighed. "Seriously."

River nodded again.

"Sor—"

He slapped both hands over his mouth as if he just let a government secret slip.

They stared at each other.

Then burst out laughing.

Scott finally straightened and held out a hand.

"Come on. Let's get out of here. Your sister's probably getting mauled by reporters, and this whole SMPE thing can't start without you, can it?"

River looked at Scott's hand.

"Uhm…"

He hesitated for half a second.

But the moment he saw Scott's soft smile, he reached out and grabbed it.

His small fingers wrapped around Scott's larger hand, and Scott gently helped him down from the toilet.

Standing beside Scott, River looked tiny.

Scott glanced down and muttered—

"Woah… this is weird… you're not even taller than Maya, and she was like five foot nothing…"

River tilted his head. "Who's Maya?"

"My ex-girlfriend."

"Oh… I remind you of your ex-girlfriend?"

River smiled gently.

Scott's eyes narrowed. "Don't make this weird."

River giggled.

Then, bright-eyed, he leaned up on his toes, holding onto Scott's arm with both hands.

"Oh! Do you wanna meet my sister?! After this?"

Scott gave a half-smile.

"Uhh… if I've got time. I've got a lot of things to do today, yunno. I did come to the SMPE for a reason."

River nodded quickly.

"I-, I completely understand! Sorry for bein—"

Scott held up a hand.

"You really need to stop apologizing."

River nodded again. "Sor—!"

He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth.

･･･

Outside the bathroom, two guards stood stiffly.

They were still sweating buckets as they banged on the door in pure panic.

THUD THUD THUD!

"Your Highness?! Are you alright in there?!"

Behind them, the once-patient line of guests had turned into an angry mob. People were waving their fists, shouting in frustration, and stomping their feet like toddlers in line for the only bathroom on Earth.

"This is ridiculous!"

"I just drank a thirty-two-ounce mango smoothie!"

"Let me in before I piss in my boots, dammit!"

Just then—

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

The sound of polished dress shoes slamming against marble echoed like a storm down the hallway. Charlie came barreling around the corner, flanked by several other guards who had a face of pure horror.

"What do you mean the prince is in the bathroom with some stranger?! Have you gone mad—?!"

His voice thundered through the air.

His eyes were practically vibrating and his face was red like a tea kettle ready to blow.

Behind the pack of sprinting guards was Willow.

She was walking calmly.

Arms folded across her chest. Face bored.

Entire mood—over it.

She sighed and childishly mumbled—

"P-, Puh… (;一_一) I can't believe my interview got cut short… I was fine in there. It's not like I can't handle myself or something… tch."

She rolled her eyes, dragging her feet lazily behind the panicking wall of black suits.

When they finally got to the scene of the chaos, the crowd had only grown worse. The two guards still stationed at the bathroom looked up like horrified owls, then pointed at the door with trembling fingers.

One of them muttered—

"I'm slamming it down now…"

From across the hallway, Charlie exploded.

"YOU SHOULD'VE DONE THAT SINCE, YOU WANKER!"

He panted like a wild animal as he stomped forward.

Willow just sighed at the back.

Her half-lidded eyes didn't even blink as she muttered under her breath—

"Ugh… does he have to be so loud? River can definitely take care of himself. He's not, like, disabled…"

The other guards panicked and shouted—

"SLAM IT DOWN ALREADY!"

Without waiting another second, they charged at the bathroom door full-force.

Unfortunately for them… the door slid open.

WHAM—CRASH!

Both guards screamed as they tumbled in and crashed into the shiny floor like two clowns tripping over a banana peel.

"UGGHH!!"

"AAHHH—!"

Scott and River stood side-by-side, blinking down at the groaning heap of royal protection.

Scott tilted his head slightly and gave River a look.

"Uhm… I really don't wanna be that guy, but you might want to hire some actual guards. These guys are way too stuck-up in my opinion."

River pressed a hand to his lips, cheeks flushing pink.

"Tee-hee… they're palace guards. It's not like I can just swap them out on a whim…"

Then he snapped his fingers.

Scott squinted. "Fair enough."

"MY PRINCEEEEE!!" Charlie's voice boomed again.

River flinched and took a quick step back.

"Oh snap… Charlie's here!"

Scott raised a brow.

"Uhhhh, yeah… I should probably go before I get royally screwed… literally."

River nodded very quickly.

And then—

"OH! THE BATHROOM'S FREE!"

Someone from the angry line shouted.

A stampede erupted.

The raving crowd stormed into the bathroom like animals being released back into the wild. Scott reacted fast, yanking River by the wrist and pulling him to the side.

BAM! STOMP! CRUNCH!

The two fallen guards screamed again as dozens of boots trampled them like jungle drums.

Scott and River both scrunched their faces.

"Ooooh… that's gotta hurt."

Scott winced as he recoiled slowly.

River scratched his cheek nervously.

"Uhm… th-they… should be fine…"

"MY PRINCEEEEE!!"

Charlie screamed again, now closer.

River's eyes twitched. "He's here…"

Scott cocked his head. "Charlie?"

"Yeah…"

River said with a small nod.

"He's like… our babysitter… or, I dunno, 'personal guardian' sounds more mature."

He clapped once.

"Yeah. Personal guardian."

Then he grabbed Scott's arm like an excited child at an amusement park and pointed down the hallway.

"Look! That's my sister!"

Scott chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'll look…"

He followed River's finger.

And that's when he saw her.

Princess Willow.

Their eyes met.

Her pout dissolved instantly as her blue eyes shot open in a flash of pure shock.

One step back. A full inhale. Her lips parted.

Scott just blinked and stared calmly.

However, Willow was spiraling.

"He's… handsome…"

Her lips moved on their own. Her hand slowly floated up in a dreamy, zombie-like wave.

"Uhm… hi…"

Scott waved back, his face squinting a little.

"Why is she… looking at me like that…?"

His face scrunched.

Willow's brain detonated.

『Why is he making that face?! Is there something wrong with my teeth? Is it my hair?! NO. It's my boobs. OH GOD—I didn't wear a bra today! GODDAMN IT!』

Panic exploded in her chest.

She touched her teeth, her butter-smooth cheeks, her mild forehead, her hair. Then, in a desperate move, she grabbed her own breasts and started adjusting them like they were loose furniture.

Scott blinked.

"Your sister's kinda…"

"Hot? I get that a lot!" River quickly replied.

"I was… gonna say… weird…"

River laughed.

"Haha, yeah! Wanna meet her? Maybe get a picture with both of us?! I promise she's really cool! You might like her a lot! And she's a fan of American guys—like, she really loves American guys. Like—A LOT!"

His eyes were sparkling with deep desperation.

Scott smiled nervously, still forcing it.

"Uhh… maybe some other time. I've got a lot of things to do today, y'know?"

River's shoulders slumped.

"Uh… that's fair. My sister and I have to meet with this rich Arab family soon anyway. They wanna sponsor our hero career or something so they can—"

Scott raised a hand.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll talk about it later, River."

Before Charlie could bulldoze through the remaining bathroom crowd, Scott had already walked away.

"MY PRINCE!"

Charlie screamed again, finally reaching River and grabbing his shoulders like a madman.

He began inspecting every inch of River's body.

"Are you hurt?! Are you scratched?! Are you bruised?!"

Meanwhile…

Willow was still frozen where she stood.

Scott was walking closer.

Their eyes met again.

Her cheeks lit up bright red. Her slender shoulders stiffened as she broke into a full-body panic. She really tried to glance away—but her eyes was magnetized to him.

His sharp jawline. His soft lips. His stormy blue eyes.

His lean, muscular body.

『He's like… an Amazonian princess in disguise…』

Her hand jerked up in a wave, and her lips trembled.

"Ni-, Ni-, Nice to mee—"

Scott walked right past her with a tired yawn.

She froze.

Just stood there. In silence.

"Uh… uhm… I…"

The words wouldn't come.

Her throat was dry. Her palms were sweaty.

Even her delicate knees pressed together as her arms slowly drifted down…

And landed over her crotch.

She panted, chest rising and falling rapidly like someone caught in a hot flash.

She gripped her heating crotch tightly.

"I'm… I'm wet…"