Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

The rain had reduced to a faint drizzle by the time Don arrived home and pulled into the driveway. He found the pavement shimmering with a thin film of water, reflecting the golden light that now broke through the slowly dispersing clouds.

The Chanel Hills Community was covered in the warm glow of the late afternoon, and the cozy tranquility of the neighborhood struck Don in a way he wasn't quite used to.

He sat for a moment in his car, the rhythmic **tick-tick** of the cooling engine filling the silence. His gaze drifted to the neatly manicured lawns and spotless sidewalks. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt curated—manufactured even.

'Back in my old neighborhood, you'd see kids running around,' he thought, a faint smirk appearing. 'Here, it's always the middle-aged fitness moms. Guess that's its own kind of charm.'

Shaking off the thought, Don opened the door with a soft **click** and stepped out. His boots splashed lightly against the wet pavement as he walked toward the house. He gave the neighborhood one last glance before heading inside, closing the door behind him with a muted **thud**.

The sound of the television greeted him almost immediately, mixed with Amanda's familiar, lazy laughter drifting from the living room. Don's shoulders relaxed as he moved toward the source, his steps prominent but unhurried.

Stepping into the living room, he found Amanda lying on the couch. She was wearing a loose white vest and jean shorts, her legs splayed carelessly across the cushions.

The angle of her body, coupled with the cut of her vest, gave Don an unintentional glimpse of side boob—enough to make him flick his gaze away quickly before she noticed, though he didn't miss the view.

Amanda noticed him almost immediately, her face lighting up as she turned away from the TV.

"There you are, Donnie," she said, her voice playful and teasing. "Finally done with training?"

Don shook his head, leaning casually against the doorway. "Not really," he replied. "But I've done enough for now. Summer said you guys were about to eat, and Mom wanted me to join. Am I too late?"

Amanda blinked in confusion, sitting up and adjusting her position on the couch. Her vest shifted slightly as she moved, giving Don another quick peek before she leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm.

"Huh? Are you sure?" she asked. "Because when I asked Sam to call you for lunch, she said not to disturb your training."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Did she now?"

Amanda's lips curled into a smug smile, her free hand waving dismissively. "Oh, I get it now," she said, her tone full of amusement. "Seems ol' Summer was trying to make sure her dear brother joined us. Well, isn't that just adorable?"

Don smirked, though his expression was skeptical. "You're sure Mom didn't just tell her later?"

Amanda shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "I mean, it's not impossible," she admitted. "But Sam was with me in the kitchen when we were plating up, so I doubt it. Is it really so hard to believe your little sister missed you?"

Don tilted his head, feigning deep thought. "Well…"

Amanda chuckled, throwing a pillow at him with a lazy flick of her wrist. "Oh, don't act like you didn't miss her too."

Rubbing his chin mock-thoughtfully, Don shook his head. "Today? Not really," he replied with a small grin. "I quite enjoyed the peace."

Amanda rolled her eyes, sitting up straighter as Don added, "Speaking of peace, the house is pretty quiet, where's Mom and Summer?"

"Sam's in the office with Winter," Amanda replied, gesturing toward the hallway. "I think she's using her like a chatbot or something for work. I don't know. Summer's out back playing with Sparky."

Don frowned, his brow furrowing slightly. "Sparky?"

"Isn't that the name of the robo-dog?" Amanda asked, a touch of amusement in her voice. "That's what Summer was calling it last I checked."

Don exhaled, nodding slowly. "I see…"

Pushing off the doorway, he added, "Well, I'm going to get some food."

Amanda waved him off dismissively, already slouching back onto the couch. "Your food's in the fridge. Feel free to join me for this show, though. It's hilarious."

Don said nothing, his steps carrying him toward the kitchen.

Once there, Don didn't linger long. He opened the fridge with a faint **clack** of the rubber seal breaking, pulling out a plate of sliced fish, steamed vegetables, and rice. It was simple, but appetizing enough.

He grabbed a fork from the drawer, then stepped out, letting the fridge door swing shut behind him with a soft **thud**.

Rather than join Amanda in the living room, he turned toward the sliding door that led to the backyard. His boots tapped lightly against the floor as he approached, balancing the plate in one hand.

Sliding the door open, Don stepped outside and immediately froze at the sight before him. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Summer was running around near the pool, a stick in hand, as Husky—or rather Sparky now—chased her with uncanny energy. Its paws patted faintly against the stone tiles, tail wagging wildly as it barked and leaped like an actual dog.

"Rare sight," Don muttered to himself, leaning against the doorframe.

Summer was still wearing her sporty leggings and sneakers, but had swapped her hoodie for a black T-shirt with a faded rock band logo emblazoned across the front. The hem of the shirt swayed with her movements, occasionally revealing a little of her toned mid section.

Don's gaze wandered for a moment, drawn to the way her ass jiggled with each stride. He smirked at the sight, but soon pulled his eyes away. 'Focus,' he thought, shaking his head.

Summer laughed as she ran, her voice bright and carefree. "Come on, Sparky! You've gotta try harder than that!" she called out, waving the stick above her head.

Sparky barked again, its barking oddly endearing as it lunged for the stick. But, the sudden motion caught Summer off guard, and her foot slipped on the wet tile.

"Whoa—Sparky, no!" she yelped as her balance tipped toward the pool. Her arms flailed, and her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't catch herself.

Don's body moved before his mind caught up. His eyes glowed faintly, the warmth of his telekinesis wrapping around her just as she was about to fall.

Summer froze mid-air, her body hovering awkwardly above the edge of the pool. She had squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact, but the splash never came.

"Huh…" she muttered, cracking one eye open. She blinked in confusion, then gasped as realization struck her. "I… I have superpowers!?"

Her excitement, though, was short-lived.

"No," Don said, his voice cutting through the moment. "You just have a weird naming sense for dogs."

Summer's head whipped toward the familiar voice, but she couldn't turn fully in her floating state.

"Wait—what—" she stammered, trying to twist around.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Don pulled her away from the pool, rotating her mid-air so she faced him. His eyes still glowed faintly as he stood by the doorway, casually holding his plate of food.

He forked a strip of fish and pointed it at her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Miss me?" he asked, taking a bite immediately after.

Summer's cheeks flushed a faint pink, a mix of embarrassment and frustration as she dangled helplessly in the air.

"Don! Put me down!" she huffed, crossing her arms with as much indignation as she could muster in her position.