Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Trixie didn\'t need to bother as much; with a simple pull, a light mist appeared and completely engulfed her figure, and by the time it disappeared, Trixie was fully dressed, wearing a set of long black ripped jeans, some white sneakers, and a white cropped top with a graffiti imprint that read "Blow Me."

She proceeded to stand up while still licking her lips, using her finger to trace any residue of cum that was still on her face before bringing it to her mouth and licking it off her fingers while looking at Don directly, as if to entice him. Don, who was currently zipping up his pants, only gave her a glance but chose to ignore her provocative invitations and instead asked her, "How\'s Elle?"

If Don were to be completely honest, he wouldn\'t be lying if he said Elle didn\'t take up as much of his mind as one would think, compared to the other chaotic things going on in this new life of his.

He barely had time to think of the crazy girl who was head over heels in love with him. But given Trixie\'s close relationship with her, he thought it would be wise to at least bring up her name and show interest in her and her well-being, even if it was only an act.

Surprisingly, Trixie pouted as she heard this question and brought her hands to her hips, squinting her eyes at Don. "You\'ve got some nerve bringing up another girl\'s name after you blew your load all over my face!"

As Trixie said this, Don had just finished dressing up. He met Trixie\'s gaze with a simple shrug before responding, "Well, at least she shows interest in other things besides my dick." Don carefully responded, trying to see if he could trick Trixie into revealing more about herself in response to his claim.

Trixie showed an exaggerated, outraged expression while gasping. "How dare you assume that I\'m only interested in you for that big, girthy, scrumptious, tantalizing, pussy-destroying, ass-gaping, mouth-stuffing cock! I\'m interested in other things about you, like..." Trixie trailed off, trying to think of something.

Genuinely, Don couldn\'t help but look at her with an unimpressed look because, although he thought Trixie largely interacted with him only for his cock, he at least thought there were other aspects. But judging from her genuine body language, it seemed the sexual aspect played a bigger part than he had initially assumed. It led him to think, \'Is this how girls feel when guys just sexualize them?

I mean, it\'s great, but it feels kind of bad at the same time.\'

Noticing Don\'s change in expression, Trixie waved her hand in front of him and said, "No, no, no, no, no! I don\'t mean it like that. I mean, you\'re a great guy, I think. I mean, well, okay, Elle seems to trust you, and that\'s enough for me. What\'s the big deal anyway? I\'m a succubus who needs a healthy human male to feed her spunk every now and then, and you\'re a horny guy.

It\'s a fair deal if you ask me." Trixie shrugged, not really seeing the problem there.

Don was about to respond immediately, but his deep thinker trait allowed him to think more clearly on the subject. The fact of the matter was, Trixie was a different race—one Don had completely no experience with prior to her.

He knew close to nothing about said race, and so he couldn\'t really apply human logic to it. Rather, he tried to look at it from Trixie\'s perspective. Also, it was normal. He settled on playing it cool, as that was the best course of action. So, in response, he gave a light shrug and said, "It is a fair deal, but I just think there\'s more to you than your dick-sucking skills."

Trixie seemed to take Don\'s choice of words as a compliment as she blushed slightly, her light pink cheeks turning a slight red. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Oh, you are such a flatterer. Did my mouth really feel that good?"

"I guess sexual skills must account for a lot for succubi," Don thought before nodding at Trixie\'s question. However, he didn\'t want to give her too much praise. So rather than answer truthfully, he instead said, "Yeah, your mouth is amazing, probably the second-best head I\'ve ever gotten."

The moment Trixie heard Don say the word "second," her body seemed to jolt to attention. Looking at him with a flabbergasted expression, she asked, "Who the hell gave you better head than me?"

Don wanted to sigh on the surface as he couldn\'t believe just how serious she took sexual matters. He kept telling himself that she is affected by her nature, but the human part of him refused to believe that this was all there was to her.

There had to be some other ground Don could relate to her on. If the sexual way was what it took, then Don was all for it. To keep her interest, he chose to pretend to be mysterious about the "number one," saying, "You wouldn\'t know her, but let me tell you, if you had a dick and she gave you head, you would always think about her at least once a day."

His response didn\'t make Trixie very happy. She narrowed her eyes at Don, perhaps trying to look threatening, which was very hard to do given her stature and incredibly cute but sexy appearance. "What\'s her name?" Trixie asked with a narrowed gaze.

But Don shook his head, saying, "I\'m not telling. But since you decided to make me your human spunk bank, as you call it, I\'m going to make sure I train you to give me the best head possible."

Don felt this was a rather bold response to give, but given the personality Trixie was showing him so far, it seemed appropriate.

And his gamble paid off, as in the next moment, rather than looking upset, Trixie showed a wide grin and looked incredibly excited by the prospect, saying, "I look forward to it," while biting on her lip.

Then, just as quickly as she had done this, her expression shifted as she seemed to remember something. "Oh, that\'s right. Elle told me to tell you that they\'re making considerable progress in setting up a base in Central City so that they can help you in more ways, and yada yada yada. I didn\'t listen to the boring stuff; you\'re going to have to call Gary and see what he has to say about this."

Don couldn\'t hold back the sigh he had for Trixie as he shook his head and said, "You could\'ve said that first, you know."

Trixie showed Don a wide smile and put on her best "playing dumb" expression while sticking out her tongue and hitting her own head with a knuckle, saying, "Oh, silly me. I must\'ve forgotten."

"Yeah, I\'m sure you did," Don agreed with great sarcasm in his voice. "I\'ll call him now and see what he has to say."

Trixie pouted; she didn\'t like this idea and instead asked, "What about round two?"

Don didn\'t stop at all and began to ascend the stairs, answering her whilst on the move.

"I never promised any round two. If you want those, then you\'re going to have to be more helpful than delivering half-baked news," Don replied in a casual tone, trying to make it seem like he wasn\'t too serious about it, as he didn\'t know how Trixie would perceive that.

Trixie didn\'t seem to care all that much for his choice of words as she simply rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders, saying, "Fine, I\'ll be more helpful. Just tell me what I have to do."

"Well, that was easy," Don thought, but on the surface, he pretended to put on a contemplative expression, bringing his hand to his chin and looking up at the ceiling. "Hmm, I can\'t think of anything right now, but I\'ll let you know when I do. But like I said, since all you ever talk about is sex, I just assume you have no skills outside of that."

Trixie began to follow Don from behind and immediately argued with his response. "I have many skills! I can dance, I can sing, I\'m really good at hitting guys in the nuts—"

For the entire walk to Don\'s room, Trixie continued to list down her rather unique skill set, but Don chose not to comment. Reaching into his room, he retrieved his contact communicator, then immediately contacted Gary.

The contact communicator had an augmented screen in front of him, which had the icon of a telephone hovering in front of him, shaking as the title below read "Calling…" with three dots after. After a few seconds, the call connected, and the screen shifted to a live video feed.

Gary was standing in the same conference room of the base where he and Don had initially spoken. Its obsidian and gold walls were immediately recognizable. Gary stood at the center, an upright posture with his hands behind his back.

He showed a warm smile once the connection was made and greeted politely, "Oh, what a splendid surprise! I was looking forward to your call, Sir Predator—excuse me, Sir Don," Gary corrected himself before adding, "We do have much to discuss."

Don nodded. "That we do."

As the call connected and Don\'s attention shifted elsewhere, Trixie felt left out, so she simply pouted and walked over to his bed before slumping herself there and saying in a bored manner.

With the pleasantries out of the way, Gary immediately asked, "Did Miss Trixie inform you of what we discussed?"

"She said I would have to call you to see what was really up," Don replied.

Gary looked like he wanted to sigh, but he kept his expression firm, and the smile never left his face as he replied, "I thought as much. No worries. But before we begin, are there any issues you wish to address? It would be better for Lady Noir and me to know what obstacles you are currently facing so we can best tailor our approach to setting up a branch to address those troubles."

Don could understand this approach and very much welcomed it, considering the problems he had encountered so far. "Yes, there are a few things I\'d like for us to address..."