Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don didn't argue with Samantha any longer and allowed her to help him undress without saying anything.

She reached for his buckle, quickly unfastened it, and pulled off his belt, tossing it to the floor. She then undid his pants but paused for a moment before slowly and carefully lowering them until they reached his ankles. Don slightly raised his leg so that Samantha could pull off his pants before tossing them to the floor as well, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

The similar interaction they had back at the Mi Casa dressing room because of his zipper was awkward enough, but this time, even more so as Samantha was currently kneeling in front of him while he was only in his boxers. Thankfully, it was only for a brief moment as she soon stood up and said, "Okay, head to the bathroom, and I'll be there soon."

"Let me just put your clothes in the wash and get out of this dress," Samantha said, breaking Don out of his thoughts. He hadn't realized until now that she was still wearing the dress she had tried on at Mi Casa, the one with the ripped strap she'd tied together.

'I'm surprised Amanda didn't comment on that dress. I guess even she knows when to and when not to crack jokes,' Don thought before agreeing with Samantha's suggestion. "Alright."

He left the room and quickly proceeded to the bathroom. Upon entering, he saw that the bathtub was full of water, steam rising from it. Before he could decide whether to enter the water, he heard a familiar voice speak from behind him.

"Now that's a nice ass."

Don immediately turned to the source of the voice behind him and found none other than Trixie standing by the door with a wide grin on her face.

"Trixie?" Don looked at her with confusion. "What are you—" Before he could finish his question, Trixie began to eye him up and down. "Did you miss me? If I knew your ass looked that fine in a pair of tight shorts, I would never have left. The base was so boring, but at least Elle's finally calmed down. She'll probably call you later today, by the way."

Don looked at Trixie with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here? If Sam-my mother sees you, how am I going to explain it?"

Trixie gave a carefree shrug. "I don't know, tell her I'm a booty call or something."

Although it hadn't been long since Trixie left, Don had forgotten how hard it was to converse with her and just how much she enjoyed toying with people. So rather than complain, he simply sighed. "Did you just come here to cause mischief?"

Trixie slowly strutted over to Don and pointed her index finger at the base of his abs, slowly tracing it upward while looking at him with a pouty face. "Oh, little old me? cause mischief? I would never. I was just bored and decided, why not go check on my sperm bank and see if he needs a little bit of—"

"Uff!" Don let out a surprised groan as Trixie trailed off. She had brought her other hand to his crotch and cupped his balls tightly, her pouty face changing to a mischievous expression as she grinned while licking her lips.

"Trixie," Dawn muttered in a low warning tone, but Trixie remained unbothered and even began to rub at his crotch, causing his cock to begin growing erect.

"Isn't now the best time for a little stress relief?" Trixie teased. "You can just say you were having a nice… long… hot… bath. No one has to know," she cheerfully said, but Don couldn't stop thinking that Samantha could walk in at any moment.

So he held Trixie by the wrist and pulled her hand away from his crotch. "Seriously, now is not the time. My mom could be coming in here any moment," he said with genuine concern.

At this news, Trixie's eyes seemed to light up. "Oh, you naughty, naughty dog. Is that why you're pushing me away? Then again, looking at your mom, I don't blame you," Trixie replied, biting her lip.

"It's not what you're thinking," Don quickly explained before Trixie could have any more wild thoughts. She, however, didn't seem to believe him. She gave him a skeptical look while saying, "Oh, really?"

"Yes," Don affirmed with a serious face. "There was an attack on Central Mall, and I ended up getting injured. My body's still sore, so my mom insisted on helping me bathe. It's not whatever you're thinking about in that depraved mind of yours."

Trixie let out a chuckle. "I'm just teasing. I already know about that attack. It made Elle so worried it snapped her back to her senses."

"What do you mean by 'snapped her back to her senses'?" Don asked.

"I mean she's no longer in super Don obsession mode, as I like to call it."

"Oh, you mean that," Don replied, immediately recalling how Elle had become back at the base. He wanted to inquire more, but now was neither the time nor place.

He also had to remember that Trixie was closer to Elle than to him, and if he accidentally asked something that the old Don should've already known, the blunder could prove problematic. Instead, he replied, "I'm glad to hear she's all right."

Trixie gave a quick nod. "Of course she is. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back so soon. Now, back to your mother. Do you really believe a lonely woman at her age didn't have any ulterior motives when she offered to bathe you? If you ask me, she's looking for a different kind of mother and son time," Trixie said with a smirk.

Don let out a sigh, resisting the urge to correct Trixie. He realized that she had been leading him on from the start, and by reacting the way he did, he was simply falling for her teasing.

'She's really good at leading people on. I need to be really, really careful when interacting with her going forward. She's probably the most tricky person to deal with out of everyone,' Don thought to himself.

"I can tell what you're thinking about it," Trixie commented, taking Don's silence as him considering her insinuations.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Don replied, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to play off her teasing.

But Trixie was relentless. She narrowed her eyes at him and began slowly walking around him as if he were a delicious prey. "If you say so. You mortals are always so prickly with your relationships. But I'm a succubus, so trust me when I say that the women in this house are in dire need of a man in their life. All I'm saying is if you don't do it, someone else will.

But if you're fine with that, then ignore everything I said," Trixie concluded with a mischievous smile.

Just as she finished speaking, footsteps could be heard outside the bathroom. Without Don needing to tell her, Trixie waved him goodbye and blew him a kiss before vanishing. The door opened the next moment, and Samantha walked in, wearing nothing but a towel that hugged her body tightly.

Don instantly gulped at the sight but didn't say anything, instead remembering Trixie's words, 'If you don't, someone else will.'

Putting aside the moral implications, Don would be lying if he said he was completely against the idea.

More than that, the idea of another man coming into the picture to make the women of the house happy and satisfy their needs wasn't something Don could accept.

Don's contemplative look was picked up by Samantha, and she worriedly asked, "Is something wrong, Donnie?"

Don was snapped out of his daze by the question. "Oh, no, no. I was just thinking about the incident at the mall and how close of a call that was, that's all," Don replied.

Samantha believed his words, but his current thoughts couldn't be further from what he said.

'It's crazy, absolutely crazy,' he thought. But as he looked at Samantha's face, he reached the conclusion.

'But I want to try.'