Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 188: Auction Spree I

The panty auction challenge was now moving smoothly and rapidly, with Scott finally getting into the groove. He had adapted to the bizarre nature of the event, learning to call out affection points with a detached coolness, pretending he barely knew these women.

For some, it worked. For others, not so much.

Every time he shouted a number, his heart clenched—what if this fractured his relationship with Emma and Gwen, piece by piece? The thought gnawed at him.

Up above, Luminyss hovered as her radiant energy wings cast a glow over the arena. She raised her hands to silence the restless crowd before announcing—

"Alright, alright! The next contestant… oh, you guys will love this. Well, actually, she's not exactly a fan favorite… but you've all had your eyes on her. You wanted her on this stage… so here she is! Foxgirl!"

The moment her name rang out, the arena erupted.

Deafening cheers, claps, and even alien howls were all the air could feel.

On the massive holo-screen, Foxgirl sat with her arms folded as her face kept cool and unreadable.

Tilting her head slightly, she muttered—

"Huh…? They're excited for me? That's weird."

Beside her, Vixen shot her a look.

"That's what you're worried about?"

Foxgirl let out a soft yawn, stretching a little.

"Well, it's not like I'm thrilled about showing my most depraved panties to the man who slut-shamed me in front of my fans at the SMPE. But it's not like I can punish him for it…"

She closed her eyes and turned to leave.

Before she could take another step, Vixen urgently grabbed her wrist.

"Don't you feel ashamed, sister—?!"

She asked as her voice trembled.

"You're known to be a whore who loves money. And you're fine with that? The Hero Agency could cut ties with you because of how much you act like a—"

Foxgirl turned sharply, her gaze like a blade.

"Act like a what?"

Her voice was steady, but the seriousness in her words were enough to make Vixen freeze.

Now, she looked more like an elder sister.

Silence hung thick between them.

Realizing she may have been too harsh, Foxgirl sighed and placed a gentle hand on Vixen's head.

"Look, I've said it before—I don't love what I do. I'd never make you or Caitlyn do the same. But I have to make sure we have a future. Even if it means sacrificing my worth for you two. Do you remember what Dad always said?"

She patted Vixen's head twice, waiting.

But Vixen just stared at the floor, silent.

Foxgirl's lips curved downward in sorrow.

"Dad always said that just because society or people call your abilities worthless doesn't mean you should take offense. There are many who kick and throw rocks on the roadside, but only a few can recognize them as gems."

She smiled softly at her younger sister, but Vixen only shook her head.

"Yeah, that's true… but everyone knows you're a slut—"

She stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in horror.

Clapping her hands over her mouth, she gasped.

The same shock flickered in Foxgirl's eyes.

Her sister… had actually said it.

Foxgirl looked away with a sad face.

"It's fine…"

She murmured painfully.

"I… I know you didn't mean it. I should get on stage. The blue witch is probably waiting."

She turned and walked away without hesitation.

Left alone, Vixen slowly lowered her hands from her mouth as her eyes became dark and distant.

"What's wrong with me?"

A question she was too ashamed to ask out loud.

"She did all of this to keep us stable… even when she knew it would kill any respect she had as a person. It's not like she loves doing it. And I was still ungrateful enough to say that… I'm so dumb…"

She covered her face with one hand, gritting her teeth in frustration. Looking up at the holo-screen, she saw Scott's face—tired, conflicted.

Her lips parted slightly.

"I wish I could blame him. Maybe it'd make me feel better… But he's dealing with his own mess too…"

With a deep sigh, her eyes fluttered shut in sadness.

—

Meanwhile, Foxgirl strode down the tunnel leading to the massive arena, where thousands of aliens screamed in anticipation. As she stepped forward, Luminyss snapped her fingers to transform Foxgirl's sleek super suit into thigh-high black leather boots and a skintight corset that pushed her chest up dangerously close to a wardrobe malfunction.

She looked even more seductive than usual — tall, curvy, and undeniably confident.

The crowd lost their minds.

One wooden alien with a long, red nose grinned thirstily.

Another alien turned to him. "Whoa, your nose is long."

The wooden alien snapped—

"That's my penis, you insensitive fuck!"

"Oh…"

Foxgirl smirked as she twirled a black satin thong around her slender fingers.

"My turn already?"

Her voice dripped with amusement.

"Oh, Scottie, darling~ Do you want to know why these panties are so special?"

Scott nearly flinched but kept his composure.

"Scottie's my sister's name."

Better to play it cool than admit he had once been obsessed with her content.

『SIGH~ I'm just glad that phase is over…』

He pinched the bridge of his nose for a short moment.

Foxgirl chuckled with those sexy, mischievous eyes.

"I wore these during a… private session… with one of my favorite toys…"

She licked her lips ever so slowly.

~ Mmmmm ❤️

Her tongue was so wet that her luscious lips became soaked in her warm saliva — a treat for many men.

"Let's just say they're still a little damp."

The crowd lost it. Absolute madness.

Aliens howled and cheered.

One fan shouted, "THIS is why I love Foxgirl!"

Another muttered—

"Didn't know she had an intergalactic audience. Kinda crazy, to be honest."

"You can never go wrong with a fox waifu."

Foxgirl purred as she stepped closer while dangling the thong from her finger.

"Would you like to inspect them personally?"

Scott barely had time to react before he blurted out—

"80 affection points!"

But rather than his usual shock, this time, he just sighed.

A sigh filled with exhaustion. Disappointment.

『I did it again…』

He couldn't stop himself at this point.

Foxgirl winked, lowering her voice.

"To think you were this perverted…"

Scott's face turned a shade of red—he oddly looked both embarrassed and insulted. Perhaps because a few months ago… he was the one talking shit to her.

『I'll never live this down…』

—

With child-like excitement in her eyes, Luminyss snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the next person materialized in the tunnel.

Bella Trevors—social media's reigning queen of snark and the undisputed mean girl—appeared without so much as a gasp of surprise. No wide-eyed shock, no stumbling around in confusion. Just a perfectly sculpted brow lifting in mild annoyance as she continued hammering away at her phone while her soft thumbs moved at lightning speed as she sent a barrage of texts to Morgan.

"Ugh, it's so fucking stupid that I can't even send pictures or my location…"

She muttered, then rolled her eyes.

"Shouldn't aliens have better Starlink or something? This is literally outerspace."

She barely looked up as Foxgirl strode past and the two of them locked eyes for the briefest of moments before immediately disregarding each other's existence. Their mutual disinterest was so strong it could bend reality. And yet, the second they were far enough apart, their faces curled into identical expressions of disgust as they muttered in perfect unison—

"Dumb bitch."

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Bella slid her phone into her purse, gripping it tightly as she scoffed.

"Hmph. So they gave fox bitch a new outfit, but I'm supposed to walk around in the same dress?"

As if responding to her complaint, shimmering stardust swirled around her, transforming her striking red dress into a long, elegant white nightgown. Even her signature messy bob shifted, cascading into a silky, perfectly combed golden mane—Cinderella levels of transformation.

Bella's lips curled in satisfaction.

"Ohoho! Even in an unknown location, my unparalleled beauty still commands the respect it deserves."

She tossed her hair over her shoulder as her pretty, blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

"And now I'll use it to steal back the love and thirst of that silly Scott McQueen!"

A regal, dramatic laugh escaped her throat—only for her entire demeanor to freeze mid-chuckle.

Her expression darkened.

"Oh! I should take a quick selfie!"

She reached into her purse—

But it wasn't there.

Bella blinked.

Then looked down. Then looked around. Then back down.

Her purse was gone.

Her iconic, custom-made, $2 million Birkin bag was gone.

For a full second, silence. Then—

"THAT'S MY $2 MILLION BIRKIN BAG, GIVE IT BACK! NOOOWWW!!"

Her scream was so piercing, so full of unfiltered rage, that it echoed across the arena, reaching the ears of every alien present. The warrior races were thrilled—this kind of emotional chaos was prime entertainment. Meanwhile, the softer, more peace-loving aliens clutched their companions in fear.

On the other hand, Scott had both hands over his tired face as he groaned in exhaustion.

"Please… they can make me rate Bella's panties too, I don't care anymore… I just—ahhhh Emma's never gonna let me live this down."

His whole body stiffened as though he could already hear Emma's animalistic screech as she replayed this scene in the future.

Meanwhile, Luminyss was too busy giggling, her eyes glued to an invisible screen displaying the galactic ratings. The show had accumulated over fifty million reviews, most of them glowing five-star ratings.

One alien left a 4.3-star review, saying—

[Love the show so far, Terran women are super hot, but it's unfair that we don't get to see the panties or any of them naked. Shouldn't aliens have better streaming rights?]

Another left a one-star review, furiously typing—

[THIS REALITY SHOW IS HOT GARBAGE! 😡🤬 It's not fair that only the contestant gets to see the panties! And worse, the dude isn't even that interested in the women! Total scam! ]

And then, of course, a five-star review that read—

[I respect Luminyss for staying true to the core elements of a harem game show! Only the protagonist should get to see the good stuff! We should just be happy for the main guy and pray we get as lucky as him someday. 😤]

Luminyss threw her head back.

She cackled at the top of her lungs.

"SUCK IT, UNIVERSE! MY SHOW'S BIG!"

Meanwhile, Miss Mercury was watching everything unfold on the holo-screen, her arms folded under her breasts as one finger impatiently tapped against her elbow at super-speed. Her face was silent—but everyone knew her well enough to recognize that she was one second away from combusting.

If there was one person Miss Mercury despised, it was Bella Trevors. And she had made that very, very clear from the moment they first met at Emma's mansion.

"He better not give her a damn score…"

Casually munching on a bag of chips, Dark Elf asked—

"And what if Scott actually rates Bella?"

Miss Mercury's face crumpled like a crushed soda can. She turned her head away, arms tightening as she declared with exaggerated confidence—

"Then… I'll… I'll… uhh… uhhhh… SIGH~ okay, fine! I'll forgive him. AS LONG as he gives me a higher score and agrees to do the mustard-on-a-penis thing."

Dark Elf and Gwen both lifted an eyebrow.

"… Mustard on a what now?"

The realization hit her like a truck. Emma's eyes widened, her face instantly turning red as she stammered—

"That's—that's none of your business!"

She spun on her heels and stormed off, chest puffed out in a desperate attempt to look composed, even though her entire aura screamed EMBARRASSMENT.

Meanwhile—

Bella finally stepped onto the stage without hesitation, striding forward with the grace of a queen.

Scott straightened in his throne-like chair, already preparing himself for the inevitable interrogation about ghosting her back at that event at Mantis Tower.

But to his surprise, Bella didn't come in hot.

She didn't storm up to him, shrieking accusations or demanding explanations. No—she simply stared at him, eyes cool, lips curled into a sexy, hungry smile.

The elegant nightgown hugged her sexy body in the most perfect way that emphasized every curve. Her breasts filled the fabric nicely, and her backside? Let's just say, if two ripe watermelons had ever been sculpted to perfection, they would still pale in comparison.

Most shocking of all?

She didn't have her panties in hand.

Scott hesitated. "Bella… uhm…"

She raised a manicured finger to silence him instantly.

"Oh, Scott McQueen don't even bother with your flimsy, dull-brained excuses. I don't care."

His brows furrowed. "Huh?"

Bella leaned in slightly, causing her breasts to bounce forward like they would spill all over the ground.

It was fan service in real life!

"Right now, I just want you to be thirsting over me like a proper dog, so keep watching~ ❤️"

A proud, sensual smirk touched her strawberry lips.

Scott blinked. Then blinked again.

"Uhm… okay?"

"As for my panties… tee-hee~"

Bella smiled wickedly.

"I'm wearing them."

The arena fell silent.

Bella reached under the hem of her gown and slipped them off in one smooth motion. There was a sweet relief she felt from the panty strip being peeled out from her wet crotch—it showed in how her cheeks reddened, and she coughed out a gasp from her hot mouth.

"AHHHNN~ ❤️ So sweet…"

She held them up for him to see—a thin, transparent scrap of silk so sheer it was practically illegal.

"Do you know why these are valuable, my love?"

Bella purred, running her fingers through the thin fabric.

"Because not just am I a celebrity that every man would lick the sand just to spend a night with… I've been walking around all day without anything else underneath. So, don't you want to have them between your mouth…?"

Her smile become more devilish… more sexy.

"I'll let you do it while you're pounding me ❤️"

Scott's eyes darkened dangerously.

"130 Affection Points…"

The crowd immediately went wide with shock and pride.

Bella's presentation was the only one that made their lower body excited without any visuals.

"SHE DESERVES MY GALACTIC BATTLESHIP!"

"I WANT HER AS MY BRIDE!!"

"I LOVE HER, AHHHH!!!"

Luminyss smiled at this and screamed into the mic.

"NEXT CONTESTANT IS, DARK ELF!!"