Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

He was so invested in doing this that he didn\'t even realize when they had reached the front until Don gave him a tap on the shoulder and said, "Hey, it\'s your turn now."

"Right. Anyway, that\'s why I camp with shields during Strongpoint now and use light machine guns. I\'ll give you some of my best loadouts later."

"Thanks, would appreciate that," Don replied back, feeling quite relieved that the rant was over. As interesting as it was to hear about the VR FPS league, Don got tired of hearing how unfair it was for Donald.

It was easy to see that although Donald made himself sound like the complete victim, some of his losses were simply genuine, much like everyone else who played such a game—unless, of course, plagued by cheaters. Though so far, he didn\'t hear Donald mention any such aspect.

As Donald went to the counter, a slouched man with his hand casually rested on the counter looked at Don and asked, "Your account, new or existing?"

"Existing account user," Donald answered before the man asked, "Alright, fill out this form and slot it into that box over there."

"New account or existing account user?" the guy then looked over toward Don and asked him this. Don quickly replied, "New user," and the man reached out for another form and handed it over to Don, "Fill it out here and put it in this box here. Man, I knew I shouldn\'t have chosen the morning shift," the guy sighed as he looked at the line that kept on increasing in length.

Looking over some of the details, Don found himself a bit stuck on what to put in as he didn\'t recognize what they were asking. "You\'d think registration for a new user would be straightforward," he muttered. Just in that moment, a familiar voice asked Don, "Do you need any help?"

Hearing this voice, Don immediately lowered his head only to see Trixie crouching under him with a smirk, trying to peek over his form. "Trixie," Don muttered before shuffling away to give her room. Trixie then popped up from her crouched position, causing the guy who was lazily slouched to look Don\'s way with confusion.

The man\'s reaction also caused Donald to look Don\'s way. However, both their gazes quickly settled on Trixie, who greeted them with a smirk. "Hey there, boys."

Donald wasn\'t sure how to reply, whereas the guy quickly stood upright from his slouched posture and quickly tried to fix his hair. "Hey, you shouldn\'t be cutting in line, you know," the guy pretended to reprimand after noticing that the other guys in line were now also staring at Trixie.

Although she looked attractive in her own right, there were numerous other attractive girls walking around campus. Rather, the reason for her attention was because she was the only girl so far within the line, plus her choice of outfit did appeal to some fantasies of some of the guys.

Don held Trixie by the wrist and pulled her in to ask, "I thought I told you to wait at the hotel."

Trixie rolled her eyes playfully and put her hands on her hips while shrugging. "Well, it was really boring. The television sucks. The internet was crappy, so I thought I might just pop in here and help you go through orientation."

\'Hotel?\' Donald thought, his mind already reaching a very steamy conclusion. He let out an awkward laugh and couldn\'t help but ask Don, "Is she your girlfriend?"

As Donald asked this, the guy attending the store seemed keen to hear the answer as well.

Trixie showed a smile at the question as well and was about to answer, but Don immediately put a hand over her mouth and said, "No, she\'s just a close friend."

While Don\'s hand was on her mouth, Trixie sneakily laid out her tongue and began sucking on one finger while letting out a cute, muffled moan. This prompted Don to immediately remove his hand. Once he did, Trixie turned toward him with a cute expression and pouted as she said aloud, "You\'re such a meanie, Don, and here I thought you liked the things I do with my mouth."

The guy attending the store gulped down a mouthful of saliva while Donald was left speechless. The other guys at the far background couldn\'t really hear what was happening, but those closer who had heard gave similar reactions of surprise and interest in hearing more.

Don sighed, knowing that he wouldn\'t be able to stop Trixie by simply asking, so instead he told her, "If you keep this up, I\'ll stop going out places with you. I\'m serious."

Trixie let out a disappointed sigh but reluctantly agreed, "Fine, you can be such a stick in the mud. And here I was thinking I could come and relieve all the stress orientation caused."

"Oh, you can relieve my stress," the guy attending the store revealed, causing Don and then Donald to look his way with an expression that said, "Really bro?"

Trixie wanted to laugh out loud but resisted the urge, while guys even closer also simply looked at the guy as if disappointed, with one even muttering, "Simp."

Clearly not happy with the accusation, the guy immediately stood up and tried to see who said that. "Who said that? You guys all have dirty minds. What if she\'s just a masseuse? I\'ve been having bad back pain, and I was referring to that, not whatever you guys were referring to, dirty-minded fucks."

\'No one even said anything,\' Donald thought, but after already landing himself in trouble once today by speaking back, he chose to keep his thoughts to himself.

Trixie lost all interest in the guy and turned her attention to the form Don had been filling up before asking, "Why are you taking so long with this?" She then reached out and grabbed it before quickly filling out the information with the pen.

"Hey, what are you—" Before Don could even question what she was putting in, she took the form and slipped it into the box.

Donald simply said to him, "There\'s another form there if you want to refill."

Thinking on it, though he didn\'t know what Trixie put in, it was better than leaving it blank, so he simply just sighed and shook his head. "No, it\'s fine. Are you done filling yours?"

"Yeah, I was done a minute ago. I was just… distracted." After he said this, Trixie turned her attention toward Donald and gave a mischievous smirk.

"Who is this, Don, your new best friend? I wonder how he will look in a dress."

Don simply sighed and rubbed his temples, whereas Donald widened his eyes.

"I-I beg your pardon?"