Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine-Chapter 194: Nadia & Emma

Emma never liked New York winters.

Something about the cold always felt off—like the world was trying to freeze itself numb.

She recalled the last one before everything changed.

Snowflakes settled over a coffin dressed in a flag, and that was the end of her brother.

Sergeant Matt Graves.

Dead in a war that was supposed to be winding down.

Her parents barely spoke to each other after.

Her sister, Elise, threw herself into work.

And Emma—well…

She found comfort in places no one should.

By the time the Graves family packed their things and moved to Metro City, Emma was already carrying too much baggage for a twelve-year-old.

Porn addiction, awkward thoughts, intrusive feelings she didn't understand, and a habit of saying things that made people look at her like she was contagious.

She was weird. She knew it.

And maybe that was her punishment for laughing at the funeral, not because it was funny—but because the crying didn't come, and she had to do something.

Metro City Middle School wasn't kinder.

Sure, the students didn't bully her outright, but their silence was its own type of cruelty. Like everyone had collectively decided she wasn't worth the energy.

Emma sat alone, walked alone, ate alone.

Until she showed up.

Nadia Al-Rashid.

The girl with chocolate hair, perfect skin, and cheekbones that could cut steel.

She wasn't just beautiful—she was radiant.

Even at thirteen, she carried herself with the quiet grace of royalty, which wasn't far off the mark.

Rumors always spread and swirled.

Daughter of the Al-Rashid dynasty.

Oil, technology, wealth beyond comprehension.

An actual Middle Eastern princess disguised in denim jeans and a school hoodie.

So what in the world was someone like her doing in a Metro City public school?

That question haunted Emma all through sixth period math, where she found herself sitting beside the enigmatic girl. Most kids didn't even try to talk to Nadia—they assumed she was untouchable.

Emma, being Emma, had no such sense.

"I like your earrings…"

She blurted, eyes fixed on the silver crescents shining from beneath Nadia's beautiful brown hair.

Nadia turned slowly, like royalty humoring a jester.

"Ohhh, uhm… they're custom. My mother says silver deflects bad energy."

Emma was silent.

This made Nadia think otherwise, so she immediately tried to correct herself—

"I-, I'm not show off… well I am showing it to you, kinda but like, well—it's not what I meant to…"

Emma nodded.

"Cool…"

Next, she smiled.

"Maybe I should get some. But you're cool to me. I say weird shit sometimes. Like… really weird. I think I've scared off four people today."

Instead of laughing or sneering, Nadia tilted her head.

"I scare people too. Not because I'm weird, but because they think I'm not real."

Emma blinked. "You're definitely real."

"Am I?"

Nadia smiled faintly.

"Most people here think I'm either a spy, a robot, or some kind of political weapon."

"Well, I think you're lonely… kinda like me, kek."

Emma said, before she could stop herself.

Nadia's expression didn't change, but something in her eyes warmed.

"So are you."

From that moment on, something clicked.

Something unspoken.

Two lonely girls found themselves orbiting the same emotional planet… somewhat tethered by their shared alienation from the world around them.

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"So, uh… why are you even in this school?"

Emma asked one day as the two of them sat on the bleachers during lunch, eating fries like royalty slumming it with peasants.

Nadia wiped ketchup from her fingers with a tissue she pulled from her expensive bag.

"Because I asked to be."

Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty sure a fancy international princess could go well… uhm, anywhere."

"Exactly…"

Nadia said.

"And I didn't want to go there. My family wanted me in some elite private institution in Geneva or Dubai. But I told them I wanted to experience freedom. Real freedom. This is my sabbatical."

Emma laughed. "Sabbatical? At thirteen?"

"My family starts us early."

There was a beat of silence before Emma asked—

"And they're okay with that?"

Nadia shrugged.

"They'll let me play for a few years. But eventually, I'll be summoned. Groomed. Crowned."

"That sounds awful."

"It's better than being invisible…" Nadia said quietly.

And for the first time, Emma understood her. Deeply.

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The third piece of their friendship triangle came during gym class: Jenna Morales, a loudmouth with a heart bigger than her non-existent biceps. A competitive athlete with an actual personality, Jenna was everything Emma wasn't—confident, loud, and unapologetically herself. But when she sprained her ankle during dodgeball and Emma was the only one to help her limp to the nurse's office, a new bridge was built.

They bonded over stupid memes, horror movies, and the universal struggle of living with parents who didn't know when to shut up.

Jenna's energy balanced Nadia's calm and Emma's awkwardness.

Soon, the three were inseparable.

They were there for Emma when her grandfather—old Silver Comet—died.

A literal superhero. A living legend. A man who lived so fast he blurred the air behind him. And the way he went? By going too fast, so fast he broke through the known spectrum of light and exploded into particles of energy, never to be reassembled.

Emma had just turned fourteen.

She barely spoke for days, locked in her room, watching old news footage of her grandfather outrunning bullets, storms, and time itself. Nadia sat beside her, reading quietly. Jenna brought snacks and blasted music until Emma laughed again.

When the news came two years later that her father had also died—"friendly fire," they said, in what was supposed to be a safe zone—Emma didn't cry.

But she screamed. Loud. Into a pillow.

— Until her throat went hoarse.

Nadia held her. Jenna cursed the world.

The three of them never broke apart.

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High school was a blur of late-night study sessions, early morning coffee runs, secret makeovers, and debates over whether aliens were hot or not.

They graduated with top honors.

Nadia gave the valedictorian speech, Emma gave the most sarcastic senior quote, and Jenna kissed her girlfriend on stage in front of everyone and flipped off the principal.

Metro City University welcomed them into its prestigious pharmacy program.

They shared a dorm floor.

Different rooms, same chaos.

There were fights.

Screaming matches over dishes, curfews, and Jenna's obsession with true crime podcasts.

But there was laughter too.

Endless, ridiculous, beautiful laughter.

And then came second year.

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It started with a buzz in Emma's bones.

A hum in her blood.

She couldn't sit still. Her legs trembled, her heart raced.

Then came the moment she outran a campus security drone after being falsely accused of stealing a smoothie.

The speed didn't come from training. It came from her.

A force gene. Like her grandfather.

Miss Mercury was born that month.

MegaCorp reached out with shiny contracts and research grants. Isaac Volkner, the CEO with a smile like a shark, personally called her.

Everyone wanted a piece of the new Speed Queen.

Her mom said, "Do whatever you want."

Her sister, Elise, begged her not to do it.

"You saw what it did to Grandma…"

Elise said over a tear-filled call.

"What it did to Grandpa. You'll be next. They'll run you until you break."

But her friends… they listened.

"Do you want this?" Nadia asked her one rainy night.

Emma looked at the window.

"I don't know. Maybe. Part of me feels like… it's who I'm supposed to be."

Jenna flopped onto the bed beside her.

"Then do it. Just don't lose yourself. Promise?"

Emma promised.

And Miss Mercury hit the scene like a comet.

She wasn't just fast. She was free.

The girl who once sat alone in silence now blurred through skies, saving lives, cracking jokes, and turning speed into something poetic.

And even as things in MegaCorp became difficult for her because they wanted her more for her body than what she had to offer—Nadia and Jenna remained.

Through heartbreaks, injuries, scandals, and the occasional near-death experience—nothing broke them.

Sure, there were moments.

Nadia disappearing for weeks when her family summoned her back to "discuss her future."

Jenna nearly dropping out after a rough breakup.

Emma vanishing for a week after almost failing a mission and getting a child hurt.

But they always came back. Always chose each other.

Even speed needs an anchor.

And for Emma, it was them. It was always them.

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More than anything, Miss Mercury wanted to understand why Nadia was here.

Not on this planet. Not in this realm.

Not in this ridiculous, humiliating game show where women competed in skimpy, humiliating challenges for Scott McQueen's attention.

This was reserved for women who'd had some kind of romantic… something… with Scott.

Rope Girl was here.

Normally, that would've been the weirdest, most random curveball for Mercury—but not now. Not with Nadia standing across the stage, stepping onto the glittering bridge under the spotlights.

Everything else faded into the background.

Miss Mercury mumbled under her breath—

"What are you doing here, Nadia…?"

Her eyes narrowed, watching the quiet, composed lady take her first step forward.

Honestly, if someone had asked Mercury who she'd expect to see here, she'd have bet her entire corporation on Jenna. That girl never met a handsome guy she didn't immediately start flirting with, not since she suddenly flipped from being a staunch lesbian to aggressively bi-curious.

But Nadia?

Nadia had never once shown interest in any man.

And when Mercury and Jenna used to pester her about it, she'd always smile gently and say—

"I already have someone waiting for me back home."

Mysterious. Impossibly decent.

Pure and immaterialistic to a fault.

So if Nadia felt something for Scott…

If she was here because of him—then Mercury knew that it wasn't just some crush.

It was real. It was serious.

And that terrified her.

They'd promised, ever since high school, never to fight over a guy. Never to let some man wedge his way into their friendship. If they ever liked the same guy—which never happened—they'd either let the first girl who liked him have him, or they'd both walk away.

That pact had never been tested.

But now… it was real.

And it hurt.

As Nadia stood silently on the bridge, Luminyss cracked her knuckles and smirked.

"Alright, your turn, sweetie. Hope you like goo."

On the opposite end, Mercury folded her arms and watched Nadia with her heart beating in ways it shouldn't.

There was actual, unhidden pain in her eyes.

Nadia met her gaze—and in that moment, both women were no longer costumed competitors. Just two girls who'd grown up together, trusted each other, dreamed of the same futures, sworn the same vows.

And now… here they stood.

Nadia's fingers curled into fists.

She thought to herself—

『I'm not a terrible person. I'm not. I'm really not. But how do I explain this? How do I look at my best friend… m-, my sister and tell her I feel something for her boyfriend? That I still very much respect the promise we made? That I prayed every day that this moment would never come…』

But it's here.

She wished it was a nightmare.

That she'd wake up in her dorm… maybe tangled in sheets as Emma snored nearby and Jenna just endlessly whined about her hangover.

『Please… anything but this…』

She swallowed hard, then turned to Luminyss.

"I'm not taking my clothes off…"

She sounded very firm.

"I have beliefs. I can't show that much skin… it goes against everything I stand for."

Her tone was calm, but unshakable.

Luminyss raised an eyebrow.

"Ohhhh… wow. A moral compass? How vintage."

Brigid gave Luminyss a look.

"Sister, that's… kind of insensitive."

Luminyss rolled her eyes dramatically, then picked her nose with zero shame. She flicked the booger into a mini portal with a zip, then looked back at Nadia.

"Look, babe, I don't care. You're in my game. You obey my rules. So either take them off nicely or I'll melt them off while everyone watches your beliefs drip into goo."

Scott frowned, immediately standing.

"That's wrong. You can't force her like that."

Luminyss gave him the driest side-eye in the universe.

"Oh please, like you don't want to see that big light brown butt bounce in zero gravity. Don't act all noble now, you simp. You're just as down-bad as Mega Man."

Scott's jaw dropped. "Wh-, What?! I would never—!"

She completely ignored him and turned toward Mercury with a teasing grin.

"To be honest, I thought you'd snap the second you saw Nadia here. Aren't you two like, soul sisters or something? Sucks to see your girl breaking the code for some D."

But Mercury didn't move.

Her arms were still folded… and her face calm.

No drama. No tears.

That annoyed Luminyss more than anything.

She thrived on drama.

Scott slammed his fist against the armrest of his throne.

"NO! STOP THIS!"

She was destroying Nadia and Emma's friendship—and he knew it was his fault.

Brigid looked at him and it was easy for guilt to creep into her gut like oil in water.

『Oh no…』

There was already panic on her face.

『This whole reality game show idea was mine… I really didn't think it would go this far…』

She remained silent, already composing a heartfelt apology letter to Scott in her head—something dramatic, tearful, with at least three sad emojis.

Then Luminyss tilted her head with a wicked grin.

"Let me guess… Nadia doesn't want to strip because she believes only her so-called hubby back home should see her naked. But if Scott wanted her to bend over for him so he could hit it from the back, she'd throw her morals and panties out the window in a heartbeat, right?"

Her mouth curled into something feral… her tongue licked her teeth as if tasting the tension in the air.

After all, this was what her kind fed off.

And that's when Nadia snapped.

She took a sharp step forward.

"NO!"

Her voice cracked in the air like thunder.

Luminyss leaned back, laughing, clapping her hands like a delighted child.

"YES! HAHHAHAH!!"

Everyone had reacted. Everyone had spoken.

Except one.

Miss Mercury stood perfectly still. Silent.

She didn't shout. Didn't cry. Didn't even twitch.

But in her silence, in her stillness, there was a storm.

Nadia saw it. Felt it. And it shattered her all over again.

『Emma… please… no…』