Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 270: Pillow Talk, Mature Visitor

The hospital room was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the occasional beep from the monitor they'd long since muted.

Scott and Nadia lay tangled in the thin sheet, skin still warm and faintly sticky from everything that had happened in the last hour. The ceiling above them was the same dull white it had been since, but right now it felt like the most interesting thing in the world… because neither of them wanted to look anywhere else yet.

Well, that was mostly Nadia.

『I haven't had sex enough to know what you say after you finish getting plowed…』

She stared innocently at the ceiling.

『Nice cock, maybe?』

She shook her head vigorously.

『No, that's stupid… and kinda sounds like something Emma would say…』

She frowned bitterly.

Scott turned his head first and slid an arm under her neck to gently drag her closer until her back pressed flush against his chest. He nuzzled into the curve of her neck as his soft lips brushed damp skin.

"Yo… I had no idea you could get that filthy."

His voice was a little rough.

"Like… damn, Nadia."

Her cheeks went scarlet instantly… she felt the heat bloom under her skin.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of her.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me."

She tried to hide her face against the pillow, but there was nowhere to go.

Scott chuckled, low and warm against her ear, and let his free hand wander south again as his fingers slipped between her thighs like he owned the place.

Nadia squeaked, whole body jerking.

"Scott—no! We're done, you animal—"

She squirmed hard, kicking the sheet half off the bed as they both cracked up happily.

He finally relented, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied groan.

"Hm, Emma's not back with the takeout yet?"

Nadia rolled onto her side and gave him the driest side-eye known to man.

"You're actually clueless sometimes, you know that? She literally said 'I'll give you two lovebirds some privacy' before she left."

Scott blinked, slow as a deer staring down headlights.

"…Pshh, I knew that…"

Silence for two seconds.

He side-eyed her back.

"There's gonna be takeout though, right?"

Right on cue, his stomach let out a tragic growl loud enough to echo in the room.

Nadia just shook her head, fond and exasperated.

"Well, it makes sense that you're starving."

Having sex with two women wasn't easy.

The quiet settled again, softer this time.

Scott scooted closer until their legs tangled naturally.

He toyed with a strand of her hair.

"Hey… did you talk to Isaac yet?"

Nadia inhaled like the question weighed fifty pounds.

"First thing I did before I even came here with Emma."

She picked at the sheet.

"He's… weirdly chill about me stealing his car worth twenty million dollars. Said insurance will handle it and I just owe him the best Christmas gift known to mankind."

She huffed a tiny laugh.

"I'm thinking solid-gold AirPods or something."

Scott snorted. "And work?"

The smile died on her mouth.

She stared at the ceiling again, throat working.

All the words were right there… valedictorian, top of her class, best graduating student, the way her parents' pride had always felt conditional, how she'd built her whole life around never disappointing them and then lit the whole thing on fire in one weekend.

She opened her mouth, closed it, groaned like the words were stuck behind her teeth.

Scott's hand settled on her thigh and massaged her gently as his own way of calming her.

"Hey. You don't have to pretty it up."

"I got fired."

"Oh, my bad."

"Obviously. I mean… Safeguard's legal team is probably still screaming their balls out. I'm actually lucky I didn't lose my license."

She dragged both hands down her face and kicked her feet against the mattress.

"It's going to be a PR nightmare for them and I feel like garbage about it."

Scott clicked his tongue, shifting to drape an arm across her shoulders and pat gently.

"They're a billion-dollar company. They'll spin it, trust me. Some VP will cry on TV, they'll donate to a rehab charity and boom… crisis averted."

"It's not fine—"

He tugged her closer as his voice went soft.

"Look at me. It's not your fault, okay?"

She opened her mouth to argue.

He pulled her the rest of the way in until her face smushed against his collarbone.

"Okay?" he repeated, softer but firm.

Nadia went still, then nodded against his skin.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She curled tighter into him, voice muffled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I know you think I only hurt myself but… I've felt alone for years. Even when we were talking every day. Even in a room full of people. I built this perfect little reality and then I just… lost the plot."

Her fingertip traced absent circles over his chest.

"There's always consequences, I guess."

Scott's smile was a tad crooked.

"Anything that ends with you right here?"

He shrugged casually.

"Not a consequence. That's fate."

Nadia lifted her head and stared at him.

Then snorted so hard she slapped a hand over her mouth and snickered painfully.

"Dude. That was painfully corny."

He frowned instantly.

"Ugh. You guys always do this to me."

Emma, Nadia and Gwen to be precise.

He would try to sound a bit serious and high-minded, but they would cut him off with a weird fart noise and then follow it up with something like "womp womp" or "boo" to totally throw him off.

And, unsurprisingly, it all started with Gwen.

Nadia is a good girl.

But she's picking up their bad habits.

Hopefully, she can still cook and clean.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nadia was still giggling.

"Last time, I swear."

He rolled his eyes so hard it was audible.

"Whatever."

Another quiet came, but it was comfortable this time.

Then Nadia bit her lip.

"So… technically I'm not a virgin anymore. In my family that's, like, fifty percent of my worth. Especially losing it to a random foreigner."

Scott clutched his chest dramatically.

"Random foreigner? Ooof."

She tried to keep the smile light, but it wobbled.

"Doesn't mean the arranged-marriage thing is off the table. When my parents find out—"

Scott yawned.

An obnoxiously loud, fake, theatrical yawn.

Nadia's face turned sad.

"…Right. Uhm, sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear about that right now."

He cracked one eye open.

"Not exactly. I'm just tired of you acting like I didn't already promise you I'd handle your family when the time comes."

He let his head sink deeper into the pillow while his tired fluttered shut.

"That's a given, woman. Go to sleep."

Nadia stared at him—eyes closed and one possessive arm locked around her waist.

She gave a soft, private smile, then stretched her slim arms across his wider body and rested her cheek over his chest, right above his heart. After only a few minutes, they were both fast asleep, their arms and legs tangled together like they had been sleeping this way for years.

Twenty minutes later the door creaked open.

Emma paused in the doorway, three steaming brown takeout bags dangling from her fingers.

She took in the sight.

Scott on his back, Nadia curled into him like a comma as the bed sheets barely covered the important bits.

Her mouth curved into a smug little grin.

"Aww. Disgusting…" she whispered fondly.

She eased the door shut with her hip and strolled down the empty hospital hallway swinging the bags.

"Guess that means more butter chicken for me."

She bit into a samosa as she giggled. Tee-hee ♥️

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The snow finally decided to show up in Metro City.

Fat, lazy flakes peacefully drifted past the neon reindeer and the twenty-foot holographic Santa that some hero union had slapped on top of the MegaCorp tower.

Every billboard screamed "Season's Savings!" while Captain Valor hawked limited-edition eggnog protein shakes and Foxgirl posed in a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit for some luxury watch brand.

December had officially taken the city hostage.

The air smelled like pine, exhaust, and overpriced gingerbread lattes.

Inside a fancy 24-hour mart.

Scott was having a spiritual crisis in aisle six.

He held up a carton of eggs like it had personally insulted his girlfriends.

"Eighteen dollars? For twelve eggs? Gwen, these better be laid by hens that sing lullabies and give happy-ending sex because what is this shit!?"

Of course they were expensive.

This was in Emma's bougie neighborhood.

Gwen didn't even look up from her phone.

Her bubblegum popped loud enough to be rude.

"Mhm."

Scott grabbed a stick of butter.

"Twenty-six bucks. Twenty-six! I could buy a whole cow for this back home and name her Buttercup."

"Yup."

Gwen muttered, thumbs flying over the screen.

He snatched a bag of artisanal flour because of course it was artisanal and waved it in her face.

"Forty-one dollars for flour. Flour, Gwen. It's literally dirt that got ambitious."

"Uh-huh."

Scott narrowed his eyes, shoved two egg cartons and the offended butter into the trolley with unnecessary violence and clicked his tongue.

"Cool. When I make those brown-butter crêpes with the vanilla crème fraîche this morning, guess who's getting the microscopic one that looks like I stepped on it?"

Gwen finally flicked her gaze up, one brow arched.

"Try it and see how fast that fat dick of yours turns into a curly straw, Pilgrim."

Scott opened his mouth, closed it, then grumbled and pushed the trolley forward like a sulky toddler.

That's when Nadia came sprinting around the corner like she'd just won the lottery.

She waved discount stickers in the air.

"Thirty percent off the imported vanilla beans! And the heavy cream! Look, look, look—"

Scott's whole face lit up like a kid. He dropped the trolley handle and grabbed her hands as both of them jumped in place and squealed in the dairy aisle like absolute lunatics.

"Thirty percent!"

Scott wheezed, shaking her.

"We're practically stealing!"

"We're saving, like, twelve dollars!"

Nadia squeaked back, tears in her eyes from laughing.

Gwen stared at them, deadpan.

"You have eight figures in the bank, Scott. Nadia, your family could buy this store and turn it into a walk-in closet. And you're screaming over twelve dollars like it's the last lifeboat on the Titanic."

She shook her head, tragically disappointed in both of them, and started pushing the trolley toward checkout herself as her big butt poked out abundantly.

There wasn't a day Gwen wasn't wearing tights.

She was a gym girl.

Her perfectly shaped butt was proof of that.

"I'm the only normal one here. Actually tragic."

Scott and Nadia looked at each other, grinned the exact same evil little grin, and shouted in perfect unison—

"Yeah, no crêpes for you!"

Gwen flipped them off without turning around.

Scott caught up, leaning over the trolley.

"Joke's on you, I'm into that shit!"

"Oh, so you like getting fingered in the ass?"

"No, no, no… wait when did I—!?"

"Hmm, I'll let Brigid know."

Gwen flashed him the middle finger with both hands now as her gum popped.

Nadia giggled and sweetly looped her arm through Scott's as they followed.

"She kinda got you there."

They were still bickering about who had to call the house and make sure the others actually cleaned up last night's chaos when Scott got distracted while trying to balance three bags on one arm and walked straight into someone.

"Oh shit—sorry, ma'am—"

He looked up. And up. And then slowly down.

The woman was tall, curvy in all the ways that made winter coats look like a war crime against humanity. Chestnut hair spilled over a cream-colored scarf, amber eyes warm and laughing, skin flawless even under the harsh store lighting.

She had to be fifty, maybe more.

But she looked thirty on a rough day.

The kind of mature beauty that made younger women nervous and younger men stupid.

She smiled sweetly like she knew exactly what he was thinking, and slid one manicured hand down to give his ass a friendly little squeeze.

"I really don't mind a handsome young man like yourself bumping into me~"

Her voice was seductive and expensive.

Scott choked on air, gently removing her hand with all the politeness he could muster.

"Uh… sure thing, ma'am. Happy holidays."

"Give me your number?"

She asked and tilted her head.

"Or at least let me kiss your cheek for luck?"

Before Scott could think of saying anything Nadia and Gwen appeared like twin thunderclouds.

Nadia stepped in front, arms crossed under her chest.

"Hi! No need to be that forward, okay?"

Gwen posted up on his other side, same pose, eyes narrowed to slits.

"Yeah, this one's ours. Taken. Double-taken. So maybe pump the brakes, lady."

The woman looked between them, amused, not even a little intimidated. She bit the tip of her gloved finger as her tempting gaze elegantly slid back to Scott like she was already stripping

him naked with her eyes.

"That's perfectly fine, sweeties. But two pretty little things like you?"

She hummed doubtfully.

"I'm not so sure you can give him everything he needs in bed. I've been married three times. I know how to break a boy and put him back together better than new. If I'm being quite honest, boys like him are my favorite meals."

The cashier chose that exact moment to talk.

"Ma'am, your total is four hundred dollars."

The woman didn't even blink—just swiped a black card, collected her bags, and sauntered off with a wink at Scott that could've melted steel.

Gwen stared after her.

"What the fuck was that?"

Nadia sagged.

"I can't keep doing protective-girlfriend duty, I'm gonna die of cardiac arrest before New Year's."

Gwen shoulder-bumped her.

"Welcome to the family, babe."

Outside, Scott watched the woman meet a younger girl.

She was likely in her early twenties.

She had the same eyes and cheekbones as the lady.

The daughter took one of the bags, laughing at something her mom said.

Scott squinted.

『Why do they look so familiar…?』

Twenty minutes later.

He pulled his black GT-R up the freshly plowed driveway of the manor.

Another car was parked by the fountain.

A sleek silver Bentley he didn't recognize.

Scott raised a brow. "Visitor?"

Nadia leaned forward between the seats.

"Could be Isaac?"

They grabbed the groceries and trudged through the snow to the front door.

Gwen knocked absentmindedly without looking up from her phone again.

The door swung open.

There stood the cougar from the store, now in a silk robe that should've been illegal, hair tousled like she'd just woken up from the best nap of her life.

She leaned against the door.

"Mmm~"

She gave Scott a slow, delighted once-over and a delicate finger-wiggle wave.

"Oh, hello again~"

Gwen's phone slipped from her hand and hit the marble with an expensive clack.

She pointed one trembling finger.

"AHH! IT'S THE COUGAR!"

Scott's jaw dropped.

Nadia made a small, dying noise.

That's when Emma came from behind the cougar.

"Uhm—hey guys! So funny story…"

There was so much pain in her voice.

"This is Adeline. My mom. Surprise?"

Scott's brain blue-screened.

"Eh?"

Adeline smiled at him.

"Do come in, darling. It's cold outside…"

"…"