Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Fabio clapped his hands, beaming with a smile. "Excellent! Tell me your thoughts when you're done." He then proceeded to walk away, calling out to another customer. "Jenny, darling, those shoes and that top are a no, no. Come let Fabio fix you up."

Samantha and Don made their way back to the changing rooms. This time, Don waited outside, holding the dresses. He handed her the first one, a sleek red slit dress.

From inside the changing room, Samantha's voice floated out. "I don't know about this one. It looks like it would suit someone with a smaller frame better."

"Fabio must have chosen it for a reason," Don replied. "I'm sure you'll look fine."

"I don't know," Samantha hesitated, still unsure. "It's kind of tight."

"It's all in your head, Mom. Just come out."

There was a brief pause before the door slowly opened. Samantha stepped out, wearing the red slit dress. The dress hugged her curvy figure, accentuating her large breasts, wide hips, and curvaceous silhouette. The slit ran up one side, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her leg. She looked both sexy and alluring, her natural beauty enhanced by the elegant design of the dress.

Don couldn't help but gulp. "Wow."

Samantha stood awkwardly, tugging at the hem. "How does it look? It's bad, isn't it?"

"No," Don said quickly. "You look great. You just need to stand more confidently. Come on, strike a pose"

Samantha hesitated, her cheeks flushing. "Donnie, you don't have to try and make me feel nice."

"I'm not," Don insisted. "You really look great. And since I posed for you, it's only fair you do the same. Right now, you're my supermodel."

Samantha's lips twitched into a smile. "Oh, you."

She sighed and then, putting on a basic pose, she stood with one hand on her hip and the other resting lightly by her side. The dress tightened around her, highlighting her figure in a way that made her look both elegant and sexy.

"See?" Don said, his tone playful and encouraging as he tried to make Samantha more at ease. "You look amazing."

Samantha's smile widened, and she relaxed a bit. "Thanks, Donnie. You really know how to cheer me up."

Don smiled at Samantha and shrugged his shoulders a little. "Well, I'm just saying it as it is. Now try posing from the side."

"Really?" she sighed. "Isn't that pose enough?"

"It is," Don replied, "but when modeling an outfit, it's always good to show different angles—the front, side, and back—so you can judge how you'd look. Plus, performing different poses helps to see how you'd look in a public place where you'd likely change postures a lot."

Don's reasoning was, of course, all lies that he came up with on the spot, but they sounded legit enough that Samantha couldn't bring herself to argue. In fact, she looked a bit impressed. "Since when did you become a know-it-all on women's fashion?"

Don gave another light shrug. "Well, one of the few hobbies I had in Calambia was photography. It's the principle I followed for taking photos of people. Unfortunately, I never got to have a model as beautiful as you."

Samantha couldn't help but laugh. "You're spoiling me with compliments."

"I'm just campaigning for my birthday early," Don joked. He knew if he gave her compliments more seriously it would just come across as weird since he was her son.

His approach worked as Samantha pretended to act shocked, holding her chest as if offended. "I can't believe my own son is exploiting me for gifts!"

"It's not exploiting if we're both having fun," Don argued with a playful smile.

Samantha laughed warmly, thinking Don was right. 'I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself shopping like this.' It was only now that Samantha realized that she was truly enjoying their time together. Still, she had her doubts, "are you really having fun, Donnie? Isn't it boring to shop with your mother?"

"Not at all," Don replied sincerely. "I missed spending time with you. But enjoy it while it lasts because it won't be long before I start avoiding shopping like the plague."

Samantha couldn't help but laugh. "Then I'll enjoy it while it lasts."

"That's the spirit," Don said, grinning as he directed her, "now, pose from the side and then the back."

Samantha sighed but complied, turning to show her side profile. Don watched as she shifted awkwardly, trying to follow his instructions. "Okay, now lift your left arm a bit and place your hand on your hip. Perfect. Now, turn your head slightly to the left and smile."

Samantha did as instructed, her pose becoming more confident. Her side profile was highlighted beautifully in the red slit dress. The dress hugged her large breasts, wide hips, and curvy figure, making her look incredibly sexy once more.

"Now, turn around and do the back," Don said.

Samantha turned, revealing the low-cut back of the dress. She glanced over her shoulder, her expression a mix of nervousness and amusement. "Like this?"

"Exactly," Don said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You look amazing, Mom."

Samantha laughed softly. "You're too kind, Donnie. I don't know if I believe you, but I do appreciate it."

Don was glad to see his strategy was working out. 'At least with this she'll be more at ease around me going forward. But wow does she honestly look great.'

"I mean it. You look incredible. You just need to have more confidence."

'Why do I feel so happy when he compliments me? Does he really think that?' Samantha sighed but smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. "Thank you, Donnie. This has been more fun than I expected."

"Good," Don replied. "Because you deserve to feel as beautiful as you look."

Samantha felt a lump in her throat at his words, her eyes misting slightly. "Oh, Donnie. You're too good to me."

'Alright, let's not push it with the cheesy compliments.' Don thought, reminding himself that he was still her son and to watch what he said. "Okay, now for the full turn," Don instructed. "Start from the front, then slowly turn to the side, and finally show the back."

Samantha took a deep breath and did as instructed. She stood straight, her posture a bit stiff as she turned slowly. Her movements were rigid at first, but as she saw Don's encouraging smile, she grew more confident. Each angle highlighted a different aspect of the dress and her figure, making her look like a seasoned model.

"Perfect," Don said, clapping his hands together. "You're a natural, Mom."

Samantha chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease once again. "You're too much, Donnie."

Don was tempted to urge Samantha to pose more provocatively, but he decided against it, knowing it would only ruin the moment. Instead, he focused on enjoying the experience as it was.

Samantha tried on three more dresses, each different but alluring in its own way. The first was a deep emerald green gown with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit. The fabric clung to her curves, making her look very seductive. When she stepped out, Don couldn't help but clap to encourage her.

"You look stunning, Mom," he said with a genuine smile. "That color suits you."

Samantha blushed lightly, twirling to show off the dress. "Really, you think so?"

Don had been so great with his acting that she didn't even notice herself becoming more active and open to modeling for him. After all, to her, she was simply having a fun time with her son.

"Absolutely," Don replied. "You should definitely keep that one."

The second dress was a sleek, midnight blue one with an open back and a halter neck. The dress hugged her figure, the fabric shimmering slightly as she moved. Samantha's confidence had grown, and she stepped out with a little more swagger this time.

"Wow," Don said, even making his eyes go wide. "That's definitely a keeper too."

Samantha laughed, feeling more and more like a model with each outfit. "You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, I mean it," Don insisted while raising a thumbs up. "You look incredible."

The third dress was the most daring of all. It was a very short, tight black mini dress that left little to the imagination. The dress barely reached mid-thigh, and when Samantha turned around, one could even see the outline of her panties.

Samantha hesitated, standing behind the curtain. "Donnie, I really think this one is inappropriate."

"I'll be the judge of that," Don said, trying to sound encouraging.

Reluctantly, Samantha stepped out, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "It's too tight and short."

'Wow,' Don thought, genuinely taken aback that Samantha was standing in front of him wearing that. On the surface though, he knew he had to chose his words carefully.

"You look incredible. But yeah, it's a bit tight and definitely isn't appropriate for just any occasion. If I had a girlfriend though and she wore that dress for me to a dinner or something, I'd be the happiest guy in the world."

Samantha smiled, standing a little less awkwardly. "You really think so?"

"Definitely," Don affirmed. "Now, do a final spin to show off the dress, and we're done. That's enough modeling today."

Samantha complied, doing a slow spin. The dress hugged her figure, highlighting every curve. She felt both embarrassed and exhilarated, thinking to herself, 'Oh god, I feel so young again. I shouldn't be so happy getting compliments from my son but-.' She inwardly thought.

But before Samantha could think or say anything else, the ground suddenly shook, *RUMBLE* and a loud explosion *BOOM!* could be heard coming from outside the store.

The sound was deafening, and the force of the blast rattled the windows and knocked over several mannequins.