Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

She raised her hand and waved it in front of his face while laughing mischievously. "Oh, look at you, just kidding, Donnie," she laughed before adding, "I'm glad to see you're still shy when talking about such things."

Don inwardly sighed in relief that she took his hesitation for shyness rather than him actually thinking of saying yes. With the awkward situation avoided, he replied, "It's not that I'm shy; it's just that it's not something you'd typically discuss with your aunt."

Amanda simply shrugged. "Your loss. You'll miss out on expert advice from a smart gal like me. I've probably seen more pairs than you ever will—big, small, fake, real, perky, hard, soft—I've seen them all over the years."

Don immediately felt unable to stop himself from giving her a narrowed-eyed skeptical look. Amanda laughed at this reaction and smiled. "Oh, don't look at me like that. It comes with the territory when you're in an all-girls school for all your teen years. Why do you think I don't like bras?

They were practically a myth where I grew up… sometimes a weapon," she added cryptically, causing Don to look at her skeptically again, which led her to break out into laughter once more.

Unbeknownst to both of them, their conversation was being observed by Summer from her room, which gave her a clear view of the backyard. Summer was currently standing by the window, watching Don and Amanda through a small space in her dark curtains that had a skull with a pink ribbon pattern all over them.

As she watched the scene, she clutched at the curtain angrily and narrowed her eyes, which now had runny makeup under them.

'What's so funny?' she thought before clicking her tongue and turning away from the curtain. She proceeded to sniff once before crossing her arms under her breasts, looking visibly upset.

"If that asshole really cared, he could've at least come upstairs himself to talk to me. Whatever," she muttered before angrily making her way to the closet, which was made of light brown wood with mirrors on the front surface.

She paused for a moment to look at herself in the mirror, which caused her to narrow her eyes even more. Using the sleeve of the shirt she wore, she wiped her eyes of tears and the runny makeup under them.

After doing that, she let out a deep breath and fixed her expression, changing it a few times as she tried to make it as neutral as possible, but she always found a way to make it look more upset than anything else.

In the end, she performed a sarcastic smile at herself before opening the closet door and checking for what she could wear. She quickly reached for the clothes closest to her and compared them, muttering "no" and "no" again and again, while tossing the clothes behind herself as she continued to move through the racks.

In less than a minute, there was already a small pile of clothes behind her, and she let out an irritated sigh before crossing her arms.

"What do I even wear?" Summer said to herself, angry at her own indecision to pick an outfit. Just as she muttered this, Don's face flashed in her mind, particularly the scene where he had boldly stepped forward to say he was Samantha's son. Summer angrily groaned before kicking at the pile of clothes.

"He could have said he's my brother too, but forget it. I don't care," she muttered to herself again before quickly sorting through the pile and picking out a pair of long jeans with rips by the knees and a simple black hoodie that had the phrase "Sorry Not Sorry" written on the back. After doing this, she walked back to her closet and picked out a simple pair of black-and-white sneakers.

"This will do, I guess," she shrugged before throwing everything on the bed and beginning to undress. First, she removed the already loose tie that she wore, then began to unbutton her white shirt.

With each button she undid, her sizable breasts seemed to pop out even more. After she was done unbuttoning them, she quickly removed the shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her only with a black bikini-like bra.

Without a moment's pause, she moved on, unclipping her skirt and letting it drop, revealing the tight black lacy panties that firmly hugged her flesh along with her black garter belt, to which her leggings were clipped. She moved to the edge of the bed and quickly unclipped these before tossing them aside.

The garter belt and panties followed, leaving her completely bare except for the bra, revealing her shaved womanhood, wide hips, and plump, rounded ass.

After Summer undressed to this point, she looked back at the mirror and put her hand on her hip as she gazed at herself. She quickly frowned as she slowly moved her hand over to her ass and gave a slight squeeze.

"Fuck, it looks like they just got bigger. Why couldn't I just have Aunt Amanda's body? Instead, this ridiculous start looking like mom," Summer muttered to herself angrily before looking away and turning her attention to a light brown dresser next to her bed.

She quickly opened one of the drawers and reached for a plain pair of black panties, which she quickly put on before proceeding to the bed where the rest of the outfit she had picked out was laid.

Once dressed, she walked back to the dresser and searched for something but came up empty-handed and muttered, "Fuck, I forgot, I left my makeup at the studio. Should I ask mom? No, I can't go downstairs like this," Summer muttered angrily before looking back at the mirror. Without makeup, she looked quite different, which didn't please her.

However, before she could come up with a plan, she heard Amanda's voice in the corridor outside.

"What's taking you guys so long? If you don't hurry, you're going to find me and Donnie already passed out," she called out jokingly.

"She's joking, right?" Summer asked herself, hurrying over to the window and taking a peek. She could see Amanda happily laughing while holding a bottle of beer and Don sitting silently along the poolside, looking tired.

"Damn it," she cursed before walking over to another dresser on the other side of her bed and opening one of the drawers. She then took out a face mask and put it on before heading for the exit. She slung her door open wide and walked out, but as she entered the hallway, she found that her mother, Samantha, had also just exited the bathroom with her makeup fixed.

"Oh Summer?" Samantha immediately stopped as well and looked at Summer awkwardly. The emotion she felt earlier had completely vanished and she now didn't know what to say to her daughter.

"Hey mom…" Summer muttered awkwardly and kept her gaze focused on the floor. Samantha forced a smile and decided to try and break the tension, "you look good. I haven't seen you dress like this in a while."

"My clothes are just dirty." Summer quickly explained, before suddenly raising her head and adding, "anyway I'm heading down. I can't stay for long because I have assignments to finish."

After saying that, Summer quickly began walking forward, passing her mother before she could give a reply.

""Oh um-." Samantha found herself unable to say anything and just let Summer go, watching her figure descend the stairs in a hurried pace.

Once Summer is fully out of her view, Samantha lets out a sigh and thinks to herself, 'well, it's a start. Atleast she came out.'

After letting out another sigh, Samantha also made her way to the stairs.

Meanwhile, Amanda was still happily chatting away with Don, who was slouched in the lawn chair while taking casual sips of the bottle of beer he had.

"So, Cassie walks up to me and says-." Amanda's story is interrupted when suddenly Summer walks out of the door.

Both Don and Amanda look Summer's way and cause her to pause for a bit with her arms crossed. She met Amanda's gaze without problem but after looking at Don once, she couldn't help but look away.

Amanda didn't notice this small detail in her expression due to the face mask Summer was wearing so she just casually called out to her. "There's my favorite gal, come join us."

'Looks like she's calmed down. At the very least it doesn't look like she's going to ask me much, probably the same with Samantha.' Don quickly concluded, noticing her now sheepish posture and body language.

Summer felt like she was being put on the spot and found it hard to give a quick answer. Luckily for her, Samantha also came out to the backyard and had all eyes turn to her.

She also felt like she was put on the spot but she quickly managed to play it off by forcing a smile.

"Now that everyone is here, why don't we sit together and enjoy a meal as a family."

Don was inwardly not looking forward to this.

'Well that won't be awkward at all…'