Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Samantha's room looked very cozy with soft pastel walls, a large bed with a fluffy white comforter, and a dresser cluttered with makeup and accessories.

After a quick shower, Samantha decided to wear something casual. She settled on a long, loose sun dress with a floral print that. The fabric was light and airy, perfect for a casual evening.

She paused in front of the mirror, cupping her breasts and sighing. "These are really too big," she muttered, adjusting the dress. She worried that the dress might be too flashy or make her look fat. She didn't want Don thinking she had let herself go.

'Maybe it's too much?' she thought. But after a short debate with herself, she added a few accessories: a simple necklace and matching earrings. "Perfect," she said aloud, though she still felt a bit uncertain.

Samantha then looked around her room, her eyes looking over at the dresser. "Huh? Where did I leave my makeup?" she asked herself, feeling annoyed. 'Did Summer borrow it without permission again?' She let out a frustrated sigh.

Meanwhile, in the guest room, Don suddenly jerked awake and looked around, letting out a sigh. "So it wasn't all some chaotic dream," he said to himself. He looked at his hand, then to the window where he saw the sun beginning to set.

Checking his watch, he saw that it was 5:34 pm . He yawned, hoping he hadn't left a negative impression so far.

'Better start unpacking.' He quickly put his documents from school on the table and hung the few clothes he brought onto hangers. After finishing, he thought, 'A set of pajamas would have been nice.' He then proceeded to change from his button-up shirt to a simple black t-shirt.

'That should do it,' he thought before deciding it was time to head downstairs.

The house was quiet, with not even the sound of appliances running. 'Did they go out?' he wondered. As he walked toward the stairs, he saw the bathroom door slightly open and realized he needed to take a piss.

He approached the door, but hearing no water running and getting no response after knocking. Entering, he found it empty. 'Maybe the door just has a problem or something,' he concluded, not paying it much mind as he walked to the toilet.

At that exact moment, Samantha left her room, still upset about her missing makeup. 'Where could I have put it?' she wondered. Her attention then turned to the bathroom door she had left open. 'Did I leave it in there?' she thought, heading toward the bathroom.

Samantha walked into the bathroom without giving it too much thought, after all she had left it not long ago. But as the door swung open, she saw Don's figure out of the corner of her eye.

Hearing the door and her footsteps, Don turned his head. Samantha also reflexively turned fully toward Don and caught a glimpse of him peeing, seeing his manhood in the process.

She immediately became flustered by her blunder. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, turning her head away. "I-I was just looking for my makeup and didn't think anyone was in here-!!."

Before she could say more, she realized it was more awkward to explain like this. So she quickly walked out and shut the door. Don didn't even have time to say a word and was just left surprised. 'Well, that was unexpected,' he thought. His trait though left him unfazed and he finished peeing and zipped up his pants, inwardly hoping this accident didn't make it harder to interact with her.

After washing his hands, he headed out of the bathroom and found Samantha long gone. Just then, Amanda walked up with a small suitcase and called out to Don. "Hey! Glad to see you're awake."

Don smiled slightly. "Yeah, just woke up."

Amanda looked curious. "Oh, did Sam wake you?"

Before Don could answer, Samantha's voice spoke out from her room not far from the bathroom. "Amanda, can you help me with something?"

Amanda sighed. "Duty calls," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Head downstairs by the pool and open yourself a beer while you wait for us."

"Uh, no problem," Don replied, hoping that Samantha wasn't calling to tell Amanda about the situation that occurred in the bathroom.

As he reached downstairs, the smell of delicious food filled the air, causing his stomach to growl. 'That bagel I had earlier wasn't enough.' Following the scent to the backyard and seeing the arrangement there, he couldn't help but be amazed.

He had peeked at the backyard while heading up the steps earlier, and it now looked a bit different, with the presence of food and beer being the biggest new additions.

Don proceeded to do as Amanda suggested and picked a beer off one of the tables. He opened it up while checking out the backyard. He sat down on a lawn chair and brought the beer to his lips. But before he could take a sip, he heard an unfamiliar voice yell out, "Mom, I'm back!"

Don still proceeded to take a sip from his beer and decided not to go check as he was already pretty sure that the voice belonged to his sister. He wasn't eager to meet her, and if he could avoid the interaction for now, it would be best. But along with her voice, he heard a few more—a female and a male—yelling, "Hi, Mrs. Bright!" one after another.

"Hi, Mrs. Bright!"

"Heya, Mrs. Bright!"

'Great, she came with friends,' Don sighed. He wondered if they were invited and if perhaps the old Don knew them. This worried him, making him feel he might need to change from a distant attitude and maybe just say he had an accident that affected his memory.

The worrying part about that was he was sure a concerned mother like his would take him for a proper diagnosis. He sighed again, thinking, 'I'm not very good at this planning thing.'

Just then, his phone rang, and the caller ID read "COR friend." Don immediately knew it was that friend of the old Don from the game Call of Responsibility. He picked up the call and answered, hearing a hoarse voice from the other side say, "Hello, is this Predator?"

Don's face visibly irked a bit as he heard the name he was addressed with but answered, "Yes, it is."

"That's good," the person on the other side said. "I thought you were trolling about the whole SHU thing."

"No, I just registered today actually," Don revealed. "Sorry for not calling earlier; my day was pretty packed."

"It's fine; I was busy too," the other person said. "How about this, let's meet tomorrow at Miguel's Waffle House near the SHU campus."

"That'll work," Don said, soon hearing footsteps near the house as someone approached the backyard. "I need to go for now, but I'll call or text later."

"That's fine," the other person replied, and the call was cut.

Don sighed and put his phone away. He hoped the friend wouldn't be too much of a problem to handle. He soon glanced toward the house, hearing the voices growing louder. Summer's voice stood out as it carried a certain tone of irritation with it.

'This is going to be interesting,' he thought, taking another sip of his beer. 'I hope I can keep this up without slipping.'

Meanwhile, back inside the house, Summer and her three friends were making their way through the living room.

The female friend had long platinum blonde hair, wore blue shorts and a white top, and had a tattoo on her arm. The two male friends were tall and good-looking; one had short, dark hair and green eyes, while the other had medium-length brown hair and blue eyes.

"Something smells nice," the dark-haired guy, whose name was Jake, remarked.

The other guy, Michael, immediately said, "It's Sylvia who smells like that."

Sylvia frowned at this attempt at a compliment. "Are you insinuating I smell like roasted meat?"

Jake laughed and gave Michael a pat on the back. "Smooth bro."

At this time, Samantha came downstairs in a hurry with a frown on her face. Her sun dress rose up slightly with each step, almost enough to see her panties.

The two guys immediately looked her way with lecherous looks. Michael tried to act gentlemanly by greeting her, "Hello, Mrs. Bright."

But Samantha cut him off as she came to a stop in front of Summer. "Ask your friends to leave. Today isn't a good day."

Summer frowned back, putting her hands on her hips. "Huh? What do you mean not a good day? We're not going to disturb anyone, so what's your problem?"

Jake then suggested, "Maybe we should leave," but Michael refused boldly. "No way, unless you're going to throw us out, Mrs. Bright?"

Summer crossed her arms and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, are you?"

Samantha was practically fuming at this point. But before she could answer, the door to the backyard opened, and Don walked in, causing all eyes to turn to him.

He had been attracted by the growing sound of voices and wanted to see what was happening. He met the gazes of everyone present before settling on an angry Samantha.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking between Samantha and Summer.

Samantha took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Oh goodness, I didn't want you two reuniting like this. T-these are Summer's friends," she said, her voice strained. "I asked them to leave, but they seem to have other ideas."

Don looked at Summer, who was looking at him with confusion in her eyes. He then glanced at her friends, noting their uncomfortable expressions. He sighed inwardly, realizing this was a delicate situation.

But now that he was hear, he had to help Samantha. So he settled his gaze on the three friends and asked in a casual tone, "how about you guys visit another day?"

Summer shook off her disbelief for a moment and rolled her eyes. "They don't have to do anything, the-."

Before Summer could argue, Don raised his hand to cut her off. "I wasn't talking to you, the owner of the house wants you gone, it's as simple as that?"

Michael frowned and crossed his arms. "And who the hell are you?"

Don met Michael's gaze and tilted his head at him while narrowing his eyes. "I'm her son, who the fuck are you?"

Summer's eyes immediately widened in surprise at Don's answer.

"D-donnie?"