Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

After leaving Summer's room, Don headed downstairs, where the faint sounds of TV from the living room indicated that Amanda was lounging, while in the kitchen, Samantha was still in her church clothes, eagerly trying out new recipes with Winter's help.

She hadn't even taken off her shoes yet, clearly too absorbed in her 'culinary' project. Don stepped into the kitchen, glancing at his mom who was leafing through a cookbook, and Winter, who moved with efficient precision as she prepared ingredients.

"Hey, Mom. Hey, Winter," Don greeted.

Samantha looked up, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Oh, hi, Donnie! Lunch will be ready in about 20 minutes or so."

"I'm not here for that," Don replied, stepping farther into the kitchen. "Just wanted to say I'm heading over to Donald's for a bit. Maybe stopping by the mall after to get a few things."

Samantha didn't seem to mind, though she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's no problem, but remember what I said in the car earlier."

Don gave a quick nod, smiling. "I remember."

He then turned to Winter, who was still dutifully chopping vegetables. "Winter, you're coming with me. We could stop by the mall and get you some clothes."

Winter responded with a quick, "Affirmative," and moved to join Don without hesitation.

Samantha, while a little disappointed to see her personal kitchen assistant leaving, didn't argue. "Be safe, you two," she said as they left.

"I will," Don replied, waving before heading out the front door with Winter following closely.

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As Don made his way next door to Donald's house, this time, he chose to casually open the small gate and let himself in, not particularly worried about Donald's overly aggressive dog, Rex.

As soon as the gate squeaked open, Rex came barreling toward him, barking frantically, teeth bared.

Don was about to use his telekinesis to stop the dog in its tracks when Winter moved with blinding speed, positioning herself between him and Rex in an instant.

The dog lunged, but Winter effortlessly caught him by the collar mid-leap, lifting him off the ground with one hand. Rex's aggression vanished immediately, his bark turning into pitiful whimpers as he wriggled, trying to escape Winter's iron grip.

The front door soon opened, and Cassie came rushing out, her form-fitting navy-blue yoga pants and matching sports bra emphasizing her athletic figure as she did. She wore sunglasses that perched on her head, and as soon as she spotted Rex dangling helplessly, she yelled, "Rex, down boy! Down!"

Don spoke calmly to Winter. "You can put him down."

Winter obeyed instantly, placing Rex gently on the ground. The dog fled into the distance, tail between his legs, but still managed to bark a few more times from a safer distance. Cassie waved him off with an annoyed look. "Shoo, shoo, bad boy!"

Once Rex was gone, Cassie's attention shifted entirely to Winter, her eyes scanning the imposing android. "Sorry about Rex," she said with a strained smile before her gaze turned more curious. "So... who's your friend?"

Don had expected this question. He figured there was no harm in revealing that Winter was an android—he'd just need to leave out certain details. "This is Winter. She's an android I recently got, like a personal maid and bodyguard."

Hearing that Winter was an android seemed to make Cassie relax. Her usual mischievous smile returned as she glanced Winter up and down, her hand on her hip. "I imagine she's got a few more uses than that," she said with a wink.

Winter, ever precise, replied, "Quite a lot, actually."

Don cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Winter. She turned to him with a slightly concerned expression. "Are you coming down with something? I recommend lemon herbal tea."

Don facepalmed, sighing deeply. Cassie burst out laughing, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Don. It's perfectly normal for a guy your age to have... toys. Even if they're a little advanced." She winked again.

Don resisted the urge to groan. 'Why does everyone think Winter is some kind of sex bot?' he thought, but decided not to argue the point. Instead, he just sighed and asked, "Is Donald in?"

Cassie, still smiling mischievously, nodded. "Yeah, he's inside. Come on in."

She led him into the house, closing the door behind them. As they entered, Cassie casually mentioned, "He's a bit busy right now with his projects, but he should be out soon. In the meantime, I can keep you company."

'Why do I feel like she purposely waited to say that after I walked in?' Don wondered, but he shrugged. He didn't plan on heading out to deal with Sister Rose until later in the evening, so killing time here wasn't a big deal.

"Want something to drink?" Cassie asked, already making her way to the kitchen.

"Sure," Don replied, following her.

Cassie glanced over her shoulder, then pointed toward the living room. "Winter can wait in there."

Winter turned to Don for confirmation. He nodded, though he couldn't help but think, 'She's really not subtle, is she?' Still, he gave Winter the signal, and she moved to sit in the living room, perfectly composed.

Cassie continued to lead Don into the kitchen, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion that Don couldn't help but notice. When they reached the kitchen, she opened the fridge and asked, "Orange juice okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Don replied, watching her pour two glasses. For a moment, he wondered if he was overthinking everything. Maybe Cassie was just being friendly, albeit a little flirty. Nothing out of the ordinary.

She handed him a glass and then raised her own. "Cheers," she said, tapping her glass against his.

Don took a sip, but as he lowered his glass, he noticed Cassie's expression change. She made a small gasp, and before he could react, she "accidentally" spilled her juice all over her chest.

"Oh no! Clumsy me!" Cassie exclaimed, feigning shock as the liquid dripped down her cleavage.

Don closed his eyes for a second, thinking, 'I spoke too soon.'

Cassie didn't miss a beat and suddenly decided to remove her top entirely, revealing the tight bra that held her firm, well shaped breasts while saying, "Oh no, this is my favorite top." She then turns to Don and looks down at his pants before adding, "Oh no, I got a little on you too."

Before Don could say a word, Cassie suddenly crouched down in front of him and began to rub her hand over his crotch, "allow me to clean this up."

Don stood frozen as Cassie's hand rubbed against his crotch, a sly smile on her perfectly painted lips. He didn't know whether to push her away or just go with it, but before he could make a decision, she undid his belt and then zipper, playfully biting her lip as she said, "better yet, allow me to make it up to you."

Don was in partial disbelief as Cassie slowly unzipped his pants, though he didn't stop her.

Her delicate fingers traced along his thigh, then, with practiced ease, she freed him from his boxers, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight.

"My, my," Cassie purred, wrapping her hand around his rising cock. "Aren't you full of surprises?"

She began to stroke him gently, her grip firm but not too tight. Don's breath caught in his throat as sudden pleasure coursed through him. Cassie's movements were slow and sensual, building tension with each pass of her soft hand.

After a few minutes of this exquisite torture, Cassie stood up and pressed her body against Don's. She guided his hands to her breasts, encouraging him to caress them as she continued to stroke him.

Don's mind began to lean into desire as he followed Cassie's lead, his hands cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. He couldn't believe how easily she had seduced him, but in his defence, he didn't care.

Cassie smiled up at him, her eyes filled with lust and mischief. She guided Don's hand to the clasp of her bra and he casually unhooked it, allowing her to discard the garment as he continued to explore her body with his hands.

She moaned softly as his fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, her own hand still stroking his cock with expert precision.

Don was surprised by how good she was at this and could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax if this continued, but he was curious of just how far she would let him go.

So, he suddenly lifted Cassie onto the kitchen counter and pulled down her yoga pants, revealing lacy black panties that matched her bra.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss while his hand slipped inside those panties.

"Mm~ Oh yes~" Cassie gasped into the kiss as Don's fingers found their way between her pussy lips. She was already wet and seemingly ready for him, and Don couldn't resist slipping two fingers inside of her.

Their kiss became more heated as Don began to slowly slide his finger in and out, feeling the right warmth of her cunt.

Cassie then wrapped her hands around Don's neck, pulling him closer as she grinded against his hand.

But suddenly, Donald's voice sounded from upstairs, "Hey mom! I thought I heard Rex barking. Is everything okay?"

They both froze, caught off guard by Donald's sudden arrival .

"Oh… uhm, everything is fine darling, just a moment." Cassie answered breathlessly as she pulled away from Don.

'So much for a quick nut before the mission.' Don inwardly sighed, cursing Donald's timing.

They quickly composed themselves as Cassie peeked out of the kitchen and said your friend Don is here, quickly get changed and come down.

"What? Why didn't you say so? I'll be down in a minute." Donald replied, his voice growing distant as he left to get changed.

Cassie sighed and looked back into the kitchen where Don just finished dressing himself. She then said with a smirk, "you and I will be finishing what we started later."