Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 272: Family Breakfast

The entire mansion had a scrumptious scent.

Brown-sugar butter and turkey fat.

Anyone that walked in would be hungry.

The open-plan living room that bled straight into the kitchen and dining area.

On the couch, an angry Marcus and Beca were locked in mortal combat.

The 85-inch OLED flashed with blood and explosions.

"Eat it, eat it, eat—HAH!"

Beca shoulder-checked Marcus hard enough to make him bounce, then unleashed a ruthless quadruple combo that drained his health bar to zero.

Her fluffy brown fox ears twitched with glee.

Marcus threw his controller down.

"You're cheating! That jump-in was frame-perfect and no one reacts that fast! NO ONE!"

He looked like he'd cry.

But Beca didn't care.

"Skill issue, old man!"

Beca sang as she shoved him again and immediately did another combo on the respawned character.

"Stay down, grandpa, the nursing home called."

She dropped the controller and did a victory dance.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!"

"THAT'S IT!"

Marcus rage-quit, tossing the controller onto the ottoman and stomping toward the kitchen island.

"I need a drink before I commit a felony."

Beca stuck her tongue out as her cute ears bounced like victory flags.

"Run along, nerd! Tell the fridge I said hi!"

"NGHK—!" (╥﹏╥)

Marcus wanted to flip her the bird so bad.

Whenever he played against Emma, Nadia, or Jenna he could beat them pretty easily.

Sure, Jenna gave him a real challenge sometimes and actually won once in a while, but at least she wasn't a sore winner at all… she'd just smile and move on.

Beca, though? Beca was the absolute worst.

She destroyed him in literally every single game they played with NO exceptions.

Then, while he sat there stunned, she'd unload the filthiest string of curse words you've ever heard as she mocked him non-stop until his eyes started burning and he felt like he was about to cry.

And the second she saw that, she'd lean in with this smug grin and call him a little bitch for that.

『I'll stop playing with her!』

He didn't.

Over at the long dining table, Gwen and Nadia were carefully arranging silverware.

Gwen leaned in to whisper furiously.

"This is ridiculous. We have to tell Emma her mom grabbed Scott's ass earlier today!"

Nadia's eyes went saucer-wide. She dropped the stack of plates with a clatter, slapped both hands over Gwen's mouth, and yanked her close.

"MMPHH—MMNNFF!"

Gwen flailed like a startled octopus.

"Shhh! We are not ruining this for anybody!"

Nadia hissed, checking left and right like a CIA agent.

"Scott already talked to Emma and conveniently left out the part where Adeline tried to trademark his dick. We keep our mouths shut, understand?"

Gwen's muffled protests got louder.

Nadia didn't budge.

"Is. That. Clear?"

Gwen rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out of her skull, then dissolved into mist to slip through Nadia's fingers like smoke.

She rematerialized two feet away and gasped.

"Ugh, fine, I'll be quiet."

She lifted her hand, sniffed near her lips, and blinked.

"Huh. Cocoa butter. Fancy."

Nadia snorted, going back to the plates.

"Say whatever you want in your head, ghost girl, just don't let Emma hear it."

Right on cue, Emma popped up between them like a jack-in-the-box.

"Find out what?"

"GYAAHH!"

"JESUS CHRIST!"

Gwen and Nadia shot ramrod straight.

"Uh—uh nothing!" Gwen squeaked.

"Did you know bone china is thirty to fifty percent actual animal bone ash?" Nadia blurted.

"And Williams-Sonoma is having a thirty percent off Le Creuset sale until tomorrow only!"

Gwen added in a panic.

Nadia was also rambling.

"Also I'm making honey-glazed carrots with thyme and orange zest later. You'll love it and it's actually super easy to make, you just reduce the—"

Emma blinked slowly.

"…Okay then…"

She chuckled then grabbed a stack of plates.

"You two are so weird. Here, let me help."

A few minutes later.

While Emma walked plates to the table, she caught sight of Adeline in the kitchen.

Her smile faltered.

She drifted back to Gwen and Nadia, voice low.

"Sometimes… I swear my mom is just the most disappointing mother on the planet."

Gwen opened her mouth.

"—I mean she flirts with anything that has a pulse!"

Emma muttered.

"Shows up unannounced, drinks all the wine, leaves lipstick on every glass, and—"

"And she possesses an exuberant, free-spirited approach to interpersonal relationships!"

Nadia cut in with big, careful words.

"Uhh, a vibrant expression of feminine confidence!"

Gwen added quickly.

Emma narrowed her eyes. "She's a whore."

A sweating Nadia disagreed with a shake of her head.

"Hmm, no no. More like a woman comfortably in touch with her sensual sovereignty."

Emma sighed through her nose.

"I just… I really hope she cares about me enough to keep her hands off Scott, you know? He's so nice. He'd feel bad saying no and then I'd have to bury my own mother under the rose garden."

Nadia and Gwen exchanged the fastest, most guilty glance in human history.

"Oh honey, I'm sure Scott can handle… milf…"

Nadia offered weakly.

Gwen shook her head.

"She'as actually a gilf. Marcus is her grandson."

"Oh yeah, that's true…"

The two ladies nodded philosophically.

Emma gave them a tired smile and wandered off.

The second she was gone, Gwen and Nadia slumped like they just ran a marathon.

Meanwhile, in the actual kitchen.

Scott and Brigid were working peacefully in one corner of the massive island.

Eggs were being murdered in bowls, onions diced into perfect tiny cubes, peppers julienned.

Brigid flicked egg shells into the bin and smirked.

"You know, whisking eggs is a lot like jerking a guy off. Fast and messy works, but slow circles? That's how you make him cry. And then they leave you with this fat smelly load you can either gulp raw or not…"

Scott paused mid-chop.

"…How the hell do you even get there from eggs?"

She grinned, bumping his hip.

"Slicing these mushrooms looks exactly like cutting off little tiny foreskins—"

"Okay, stop, I'm begging you."

Brigid wiggled her eyebrows. "Make me."

Scott shook his head, laughing despite himself.

"That one was actually good, damn."

"Got it from a porno [Fun Guys in the Kitchen] or sum like that. Five stars, highly recommend."

Scott side-eyed her.

"Wanna watch it later? When the house is asleep?"

Brigid's fists shot up like she'd won the lottery.

"Hell yeah!" (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

They high-fived with a wet slap of eggy hands.

"I'll bring tissues, lube, maybe a dildo—"

She'll shake her head.

"Nah, cucumber's better—"

She'll shake her head again.

"Actually, Lord Scott's cock would be the best."

Her eyes sparkled like stars.

Scott reached over and patted the top of her head like a golden retriever.

"Nice try, shortstack."

Brigid puffed her cheeks, making the cutest angry hamster groan while he kept patting.

That's when Jake swaggered in, chest puffed as his belly led the way like the prow of a ship.

"S'up, losers."

He leaned coolly against the island, arms folded over his pot belly.

"Mission accomplished."

Scott lifted a brow. "You got something on Isla?"

Jake slicked back his already slick hair.

"Bro. Relax. I handled it. Turns out little miss perfect isn't even into you. She's into this."

He slapped his belly proudly.

"Yours truly."

Scott snorted quietly.

"Wait, you're actually in there?"

"Hit it off like boom. Chem, baby." Jake winked.

Scott grinned and fist-bumped him.

"Didn't know you had game like that, man."

Brigid stared at Jake with a frown.

"…In an eating contest, sure…" (눈_눈)

Jake spotted Isla across the kitchen chopping herbs.

He shoved Scott playfully.

"Lemme show you how a real man does it, son."

He waved like a lovestruck princess.

"Hey, Isla~!"

Isla turned, smiled mildly and met him halfway.

Her smile was very uncomfortable but charming.

Scott and Brigid had front-row seats.

"So, my sweet boy~"

Isla said sweetly, twirling the knife like a baton.

"Did you learn anything new about Scott?"

Jake nodded eagerly.

"Oh yeah. I have a list of all of it already but I—"

Isla kissed two fingers, pressed them to his forehead.

"Good boy."

Then turned back to her herbs.

She was clearly tired of hearing him talk.

Jake strutted back, beaming.

"So? So?"

Scott and Brigid exchanged the slowest, most pained side-eye in history.

"Dude…"

They said together.

"YOU ARE SO IN THERE!"

Jake giggled like a schoolgirl and fist-pumped.

Five minutes later, the turkey timer dinged.

Adeline's sexy voice floated across the kitchen.

"Scooott, darling~"

It almost sounded like she was moaning.

Adeline always speaks with her bedroom voice.

If people weren't in the kitchen they'd have thought Scott was plowing her over the counter.

"Can you come help me with the turkey?"

Scott wiped his hands. "On it."

He headed over.

Adeline stood in front of the oven, blocking the door, hands on her cheeks, eyes half-lidded in that trademarked sexy-mom way many young men fell for.

"I can carry it myself~"

She pursed her lips adorably.

"I just need… a little back support."

Scott blinked.

"Uh… you mind moving a little to the—"

Adeline giggled, low and warm.

"Men these days don't know anything, mmm~?"

Abandoned at the island, Brigid squinted like a hawk.

"I swear I've seen this exact setup in [Stepmom Needs Help with the Oven Volume 8] I used to have it back when I was still in school…"

Adeline bent slowly as her dress rode up just enough to back that absolute wagon straight into Scott's crotch.

Two perfect, fat moons pressed firmly against him.

Her buttocks were so big. Too big in fact.

One cheek was two times the size of his head.

If a man tries to stick his face between those cheeks stuck in her under tights it'd get swallowed.

After all he could already feel the outline of her lace panties being sucked into her doughy ass.

Scott's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

『Oh. That kind of back support. Tch. She got me.』

Adeline wiggled, pretending to struggle.

"Oh my, this turkey is so heavy… and whatever's poking me isn't helping~"

Scott went red and he was about to step back.

That's when she said.

"Sweetie, could you adjust my apron tie?"

He pictured it immediately.

Hands on her hips from behind, kitchen full of people.

He wouldn't doggy is future mother-in-law.

Hard pass.

Scott sidestepped fast.

"This woman is the devil."

He managed to say that under his breath.

But in all honesty, he wanted to scream it.

Adeline straightened with the turkey pan like she hadn't just squeezed her ass into his bulge as she propped her massive breasts right under his chin.

"My poor back… all this weight I carry around. Maybe you could massage it later?"

She leaned in, soft pillows squishing against his chest as one manicured finger traced delicate circles around his nipple through the compression tank.

"You're so tall ♥️"

She whispered, looking up through thick lashes.

Brigid's analysis was immediate and professional.

"Reverse kabedon into underboob attack, you don't even see this in poorly written hentai—"

Her face was scarlet, knees practically knocking.

She could feel her panties getting soaked.

And that's when Emma appeared like a ghost.

"Mom. Enough."

She wedged herself between them to push Scott back with one hand and Adeline with the other.

"If your back hurts I'll call your personal masseuse who charges six hundred an hour. Sound good?"

Adeline laughed, light and airy.

"Fine, fine. I'll finish the turkey."

She sashayed off as her massive, bouncing hips swung like a metronome.

Emma glared after her, then turned to Scott.

"You okay?"

She placed a hand on his cheek.

Scott exhaled shakily.

The throbbing thing between his legs was crying from all the sexual torture.

"I'm gonna need an ice bath."

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh… my family."

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The dining room looked like a five-star restaurant had a baby with a Victoria's Secret catalog.

Golden greased turkey the size of a toddler sat in the middle like a king. Truffle mac, honey-glazed carrots, three kinds of stuffing, cranberry sauce shaped like a heart because Nadia was extra like that.

Everything gleamed under the chandelier.

Scott was in hell.

Adeline was glued to his left side.

Isla to his right.

Both of them radiating heat like twin suns trying to cook him medium-rare.

Across the table, Emma, Gwen, and Nadia sat in a perfect row of death glares.

They're his girlfriends and they don't get to sit with him on a special morning like this!

Beca was two seats down as her fox ears bounced furiously with every angry huff.

Her fluffy tail kept whipping sideways to smack Marcus square in the face every four seconds.

Smack.

"Ow—Beca, your damn tail is exfoliating my cheek!"

Smack.

"I swear there's fur in my mashed potatoes now—"

Smack.

"Grandma!"

Marcus whined, turning to Adeline like a kicked puppy.

"Tell her to stop!"

Adeline had a serene smile on her mature face.

She always looked sexy like that.

She looped both arms around Scott's left bicep to press her breasts around it like memory-foam pillows.

They were ridiculously huge and soft!

"Oh, sweetheart~"

She cooed at Marcus.

"Be a man about it."

Then she nuzzled closer to Scott.

"Like Scott here. Only eighteen, but down there… mmm, he feels so much older~"

Her hand started sliding south under the table.

Scott jolted upright so fast his knee banged the underside.

He caught her wrist mid-dive, laughing way too loud.

"UHHH AHAHA I'M REALLY STARVING, WOW, LOOK AT THIS TURKEY!"

He tried to look anywhere except down. Mistake.

Down was a canyon of meaty cleavage threatening to give him vertigo.

He jerked his eyes up; Isla was leaning in from the right with a chin on her hand.

Her eyes were too sexy to look at.

And when she noticed he wasn't looking it was as if her breasts had a mind of its own because her nipples would suddenly poke his bicep.

Back to Adeline.

"Eat fast ♥️"

She whispered into his ear.

"You'll need the energy later."

She made one of those soft, throaty sighing noises that sounded exactly like she was already halfway through riding someone.

Scott's spine tried to file for emancipation.

Directly opposite him, Emma's knuckles were white around her fork.

The metal was bending.

Gwen was chewing gum loud enough to wake the dead, as her thumbs flew over her phone.

Nadia reached over and snatched the phone clean out of Gwen's hand.

"Hey—!"

"No phones at the table."

Nadia looked stern, but when she tried to sound stern her sweet voice always embarrassed her.

Scott liked that about her though.

But she didn't like it that much herself.

She didn't sound mature enough.

Then she glanced at Emma's murder-fork and gently pried it away too.

"Hey—!"

"No murderous intent either, darling."

Emma dropped her forehead to the table with a thud.

"Fine."

Sitting next to Beca, Brigid tossed her own phone aside.

"By the way, Kara says she can't make it. She has this shoot with Titan Tech or sum…"

Emma exhaled disappointedly.

"Figures. I heard a few people say they're dropping the New Year's ad at midnight."

She drummed on the table with her fingers.

"Fifty-million-dollar paycheck, apparently."

Beca's ears perked straight up.

It was like she completely forgot her anger.

"Fifty? Lucky. Though I read on Superhero Weekly that Captain Thunder got seventy-five just for letting them CGI his bulge into the new energy-drink campaign—"

Everyone slowly turned to stare at her.

Beca shrugged. "What? I like magazines."

Adeline used the distraction to snuggle even closer to Scott as she practically climbed into his lap territory.

She traced a slow circle on his chest.

"So… Kara's another one of your girlfriends, yes?"

She asked with a honey-sweet voice.

"They're all pretty~"

Just hearing him say that made all his girlfriends blush.

All except Emma.

They saw that and tried to play it off, pretending they weren't affected at all, but it was obvious they were a little flustered by how smooth and charming Adeline was.

How is Scott even surviving?

They probably asked themselves this.

Scott swallowed. "Mhm."

Adeline giggled, completely ignoring the laser beams Emma was shooting across the table.

"A handsome man like you deserves more than just a harem, don't you think?"

She walked her fingers up his pec.

"A real woman. A caring big mommy to take care of all the little girls…"

She bit her lower lip gently.

"Teach them how to please you properly… ♥️"

Scott's brain blue-screened.

『Is she… is she seriously offering to join the polycule right in front of her own daughter?』

Jake frowned at Scott.

『YOU BETTER ACCEPT THIS, SCOTT!!』

This was THE once in a lifetime scenario.

Emma slammed both palms on the table.

Plates rattled.

"The harem is full, Mom."

She leaned on the dining table.

"No family memberships available. Ever."

Adeline didn't even glance at her. She kissed Scott's bicep like it was made of chocolate, then pouted up at him with watery doe eyes.

"Emma's always so harsh to her poor mother…"

Her hand slid over Scott's abs again.

"Don't you agree a man like you deserves more?"

She secretly pinched his nipple and twisted it.

"Hmm? ♥️"

Scott gently but firmly pushed her hand away, grabbed fork and knife like they were lifelines, and started carving turkey like the bird was an enemy.

"Can we just eat, please?"

He wiped off some cold sweat.

"I'm literally wasting away here."

He shoved a massive piece into his mouth.

Adeline and Isla both blinked, startled.

Silence for one beautiful second.

Then every single one of Scott's girlfriends lifted their chins as their smug little smiles bloomed across their pretty faces like sunrise.

Emma's shoulders dropped in relief.

Nadia hid a grin behind her wine glass.

Gwen actually fist-pumped under the table.

Even Beca's tail stopped whipping Marcus and started wagging instead.

As for Brigid she was quietly consoling Jake who was in pain Scott rejected the offer.

Adeline recovered first.

She laughed softly like nothing happened.

"Of course, darling. Dig in."

But the damage was done.

Scott had drawn the line and every girl at the table knew exactly whose side he was on.

Under the table, Emma's foot found his ankle and squeezed once, gentle and grateful.

Scott squeezed back, mouth full, eyes smiling.

Adeline sighed, dramatic and wistful, and finally picked up her own fork.

Isla just smirked, licked gravy off her thumb.

"For now, I'll let you off~"

These two succubi surely weren't done.