Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

As Summer walked away, Don watched her go and thought to himself, 'She's going to be a tough nut to crack. But at least she's not completely heartless. Now is probably the best time to get to know her a little better since she seems somewhat sorry for me.'

Reaching that quick conclusion, Don closed his door and hurriedly made his way toward the staircase. Just as Summer began descending, he called out from behind her. "So, how was school?"

Summer seemed a bit surprised to hear Don right behind her and looked a little perplexed. She quickly turned away from him and continued down the stairs as she answered, "Why do you care?"

'She's not making this easy,' Don thought, but he kept his expression calm as he replied, "I'm just curious about how your day was. If you don't want to answer, that's fine. Sorry for intruding, I guess."

Judging from Summer's attitude, Don could guess that she had likely put herself on a certain level—a lot like most beautiful girls in their teens. In Summer's case, it was probably more than that, but he knew it at least played a part. The best way to respond to such people was to be nonchalant and dismissive as well. Showing too much interest would only lead to annoyance.

'What am I doing?' Summer thought to herself, not having expected such a blunt response from Don. She knew he meant well by asking, but it was like she couldn't stop herself from answering the way she did, in part due to her current mood.

She remained silent until she reached the bottom of the stairs, where she crossed her arms and stood waiting. When Don finally made it down, she quickly said to him, "School's okay, nothing interesting happened." She answered briefly while avoiding his gaze. After giving her answer, she immediately walked away again, this time heading toward the dining area.

Don let out a shallow sigh and slowly followed her. The dining area was right next to the kitchen and had a similar color theme of white and black. The dining table was oval-shaped and black with matching seats around it.

Above the table hung a lovely chandelier with a floral design. The walls were white, adorned with miscellaneous décor, most being landscape and portrait art with a few family pictures scattered here and there.

Samantha and Amanda were already present, with Samantha sitting at one end of the table while Amanda sat to her right. The table was already set with plates on various seats and bowls and trays of food at the center.

Summer first walked to the seat directly opposite Samantha and was about to sit down, but before she could, Samantha, who was talking to Amanda, paused and looked her way to say, "Oh, Summer, that seat's for Donnie."

Don walked in just as Samantha said this and couldn't help but inwardly worry. 'Don't tell me they're going to start an argument now.' To Don's surprise, Summer just let out a huff but didn't protest and sat in the seat closest to that one.

Don also didn't make a comment and simply proceeded to sit down as both Samantha and Amanda looked his way. Samantha soon asked, "How did you sleep? Are you feeling better now?" As Samantha asked this, even Summer glanced at Don.

Don showed a small smile and gave a nod. "Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now, but still very sore."

"Oh, then tomorrow I can head out and see if I can buy you some of the cream I use for my back pain," Samantha said.

Don couldn't help but stare at her large breasts before thinking, 'No wonder your back hurts. You have to carry around those planetary bodies all day.'

As if thinking the same thing, Amanda let out a laugh in the next moment as she commented, "With a chest like yours, who needs labor?"

"Amanda!" Samantha cried out, narrowing her eyes at her mischievous sister, who simply shrugged and giggled. "What? I mean, I'm not wrong. Quite frankly, I'm amazed you're still able to stand straight after all these years. I can't even imagine tending to my farm if I had babies like yours."

"Amanda, that's not appropriate conversation for the dinner table," Samantha lectured, clearly still trying to appease Don.

Summer let out a snarky huff but didn't say anything, simply reaching out for the food, as did Don. As much as Don didn't mind talking about Samantha's breasts, he, too, felt it was good to have a lighter conversation for now, so he turned to Amanda. "If you're having trouble with your farm, me and Summer can come help you on some days."

Summer immediately stopped reaching for food when Don said this and looked his way with surprise. "What do you mean 'we'? I never volunteered to go work on some farm."

Don met her gaze and gave her a small smile. "I just thought you could use the exercise, but oh well, I guess it'll be just me and you, Aunt Amanda."

Amanda couldn't help but laugh at Don's cheekiness as she played along, "Oh, I'd absolutely love that. And after a long day of work, we can even go skinny-dipping by the lake like we used to."

"Amanda!" Samantha cried out again before lecturing, "That's very inappropriate. Donnie is a young man now."

Amanda playfully rolled her eyes before nodding and acting disappointed. "Fine, regular swimming it is. I guess I'll just have to accept getting tan lines."

"I'm sure you'll still look good either way," Don complimented before adding, "You and Mom look almost the same as when I left. Summer here is still grumpy, so I don't see much of a difference either."

"Hey!" This time it was Summer who cried out, narrowing her gaze at Don as she immediately defended herself. "If anyone here hasn't grown, it's you. Like, why are you so short?"

Samantha was about to lecture Summer, but Don couldn't let her, as that would only make Summer even more upset. Instead, he felt a bit of sibling banter was in order, so he simply shrugged at her comment as he answered, "You say short, I say ideal height. You, on the other hand, could pass for a 14-year-old."

Summer dropped the fork she was using to collect food just so she could point at Don as she countered, "I've been told that I look 21! You don't know what you're talking about. You, on the other hand, most guys in my school are taller than you."

Don simply smiled at this before answering, "And yet they're only half the man I am. Ironic, isn't it?"

Amanda couldn't help but laugh at this comeback, while Samantha was lost on what to say. She had initially wanted to intervene because she was worried Summer would annoy or even anger Don, but that wasn't the case.

As she watched them bicker, she couldn't help but look back to the days when they were younger and almost exactly the same as they were now—arguing over pointless topics with Don basically being the instigator and Summer defending herself. A small smile appeared on Samantha's lips as she felt nostalgic watching this.

"Oh please," Summer rolled her eyes, "I have college guys practically begging for me to go out with them. You, on the other hand, I'm pretty sure none of my friends would even consider going out with you."

Don raised his head and brought a hand under his chin as if he were thinking about something before answering, "Last I checked, college guys will go after anything in a skirt, so that's not really an achievement, Summer. As for high school girls, they barely understand themselves. I wouldn't expect them to know what's considered an ideal guy.

That's why, personally, I prefer my women mature, sophisticated, and smart."

Both Samantha and Amanda showed surprise on their faces as Don said this, but only Amanda commented with a cheeky tone, "Careful what you say, Donnie. Next thing you know, Cassie will be waiting outside for you tomorrow, ready to eat you up."

As Amanda said this, Samantha's initial smile completely faded, and she looked annoyed. "I won't let her get anywhere near Donnie. I don't trust her to act appropriately."

While Samantha said this to Amanda, Summer was still defending herself. "Hey, I'm as smart, mature, and sophisticated as they come! You have no idea what you're talking about."

After Samantha said this, Don gave Summer a skeptical look as he eyed her up and down before giving her a sarcastic, "Sure, you're exactly who I think of when I think sophisticated, mature, and smart."

Summer narrowed her eyes even more, and Don was expecting her to defend herself yet again, but to his surprise, she did something completely unexpected—she attacked.

Without warning, Summer stood up from her seat and tackled Don. Don was only able to react when her figure had already collided with his, and they were falling to the ground.

*Thump*

They landed with a soft thud, and Summer began to wrestle with him. "Take that back or I'll hit you."

"Summer! Donnie is injured, get off him right this instant!" Samantha immediately stood from her seat and walked over to try and defuse the situation. Amanda, on the other hand, simply reclined further into her seat and showed a smile while saying, "Well, this brings back memories."

'Well this was unexpected,' Don thought, but it was a welcome surprise. Summer wasn't especially strong, and with little effort, Don was able to turn himself over and pin her to the floor.

"Ow!" She let out a small groan, but before she could compose herself, Don reached his hands for her sides and began to tickle her.

"Hey! Stop! Mom, tell him to stop! Mom, why are you just watching him? I swear I will kill you once I get up, Donnie!"

Samantha's expression relaxed. She couldn't help but show a wholesome smile as she watched the two fight. It really did bring back memories of better times. She simply shook her head and turned to leave. "You two are both grown-ups, so I'll leave you to sort it out yourselves."

"But Mom, stop him! I'm serious!" Summer continued to struggle to break free.

"Say, 'Please let me go, my handsome, tall, big brother,'" Don teased while still tickling Summer.

"Argh! No!"

"Suit yourself. I can do this all night."

Left with no choice, Summer finally gave in. "Fine! Please get off me, tall, handsome, big brother! There, I said it! Get off!"