Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

He tapped to answer, the earbuds in his ears connecting the call seamlessly. Gary's clear, polite voice greeted him. "Evening, sir."

"Evening," Don responded casually.

"I wanted to inform you that everything is ready, sir," Gary continued. "The young madam and I have shortlisted the most suitable places for tonight's…. 'Activities'. May I ask, what hour would you like to begin?"

Don rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Midnight felt right—enough time to prepare, and it would allow him to move under the cover of darkness. "Midnight should be good."

"Understood," Gary replied. "I will send you the pickup location a few minutes beforehand. Have a pleasant evening until then."

"Thanks, you too," Don said, ending the call. He let out a sigh and rolled off the bed, standing and stretching his arms. There was still time to kill before midnight.

He removed the contact lenses and earbuds, placing them carefully on the dresser next to the bed. His mind then turned to Winter—his newly acquired Omega-gen android. 'Might as well spend some time figuring out more about her and what she can do,' he thought.

As he made his way to the door, a faint **fluttering** noise reached his ears. His superhuman hearing picked it up instantly, and he frowned. Opening the door quickly, he found Winter standing directly outside, facing the door, her expression blank.

He paused for a moment. He hadn't heard any footsteps at all—only the sound of her maid dress fluttering in the air. 'She's practically silent,' he noted, impressed despite himself.

Winter spoke, her voice as monotone as ever. "I have completed my exploration of the house and am ready to report my findings."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Before that, did you hear anything just now?"

"If you are referring to the phone conversation you just had, then yes. My audio receptors picked it up."

Don crossed his arms. "You can delete what you heard, right? And from now on, don't listen in on my phone calls unless I allow you to. That goes for anyone else in the house, too."

Winter nodded. "Understood. I will delete the data from my systems and reduce the range of my audio receptors during future phone calls unless permission is granted. I will remember this directive."

Don studied her for a moment. He knew the advantage of having her spy on his family was tempting, but until he was sure that no external access existed to her systems, he couldn't risk it. "Good," he replied. "I'm just being cautious. Before I trust you with sensitive information, I need to make sure your systems aren't vulnerable to external control."

Winter blinked, her head tilting slightly. "It is commendable that you take your security seriously. I hope to prove myself reliable and trustworthy in the coming days."

Don smiled faintly. "I've got no doubt you will."

Before they could continue, Winter's head turned slightly toward the stairs. "I detect a vehicle pulling into the driveway."

Don focused his own senses, hearing the familiar hum of an engine. He nodded. "It's my mother's car. No need to worry."

"Understood," Winter replied, stepping back.

He gestured for her to follow. "Come on. It's time I introduced you to the rest of the household. Your primary role here is to protect them, got it?"

Winter followed closely behind. "Understood. Does that mean I should prioritize their safety over your own?"

Don paused at the question. "Well..." He trailed off, unsure how to answer. He hadn't considered that detail yet.

They reached the garage, where they found Summer standing beside the other android container, tapping rapidly on her tablet.

She glanced up as Don and Winter entered, frowning in her usual sarcastic manner. "Oh, look who's finally done being busy. Ready to open the other container now?"

Don gave her a perplexed look. "What are you talking about? We're just here to meet Mom and Aunt Amanda."

Summer raised an eyebrow. "Mom and Aunt Amanda?" Before she could say anything else, the garage door began to rise, remotely activated with a **whirr**.

As the door opened, Samantha's Range Rover came into view, pulling into the driveway. Don glanced at Winter. "Can you move your container to the back so Mom can park?"

Without a word, Winter approached the heavy container and, with ease, lifted it. Her movements were smooth and effortless as she relocated it to the back of the garage.

Inside the car, both Samantha and Amanda exchanged confused glances. From their perspective, the sight of a tall, busty maid lifting an enormous container as if it weighed nothing was... unusual, to say the least.

Samantha stepped out of the car first, looking at Winter as she walked back after moving the container. "What in the world...?"

Amanda followed, hands on her hips, a bemused expression on her face. "Alright, Don. What kind of kinky stuff are you up to?"

Before Don could respond, Summer rushed past him, her voice full of irritation. "Mom, Don got an Omega-gen android, and he won't even let me study it! He even customized it to look like a maid!"

Don raised his hands in mock surprise, not even getting the chance to defend himself before Winter spoke up. "That is incorrect. I was designed this way. No modifications have been made to my appearance as of yet."

Samantha looked between Don and Winter, her eyebrows raised. "Wait. This android is...?"

Don nodded. "Yeah, Mom, this is Winter. She's here to help with security around the house."

Amanda's eyes narrowed. "And no modifications, huh? So this wasn't your doing?"

Don sighed, exasperated. "No, Aunt Amanda, I didn't pick the maid outfit, alright?"

Amanda chuckled, clearly entertained by the situation. "Well, I guess as long as she's keeping the place safe, I don't mind. Still, gotta admit, she's quite the sight."

Samantha folded her arms, examining Winter more closely. "I don't know how I feel about an android looking after us, Donnie."

Don shrugged. "She's top-of-the-line. Trust me, you'll get used to her."

Summer, still pouting, crossed her arms. "I still think it's unfair that I don't get to study her systems. Come on, Don. What's the harm?"

Winter remained expressionless but spoke up once more. "The harm would be unauthorized access to my systems, which is against the directives given by my administrator, Don Bright."

Summer rolled her eyes. "I know that! But it's still not fair—"

Don cut her off. "Look, Summer, I'm not handing out admin privileges, alright? You'll just have to deal with it."

Amanda kept her hands on her hips, a wide grin spreading across her face as she commented, "I have to say, the guy who designed her must've had some special kinks," she teased.

Without missing a beat, Winter corrected her in her usual monotone voice. "I was, in fact, designed by a woman. The majority of my assembly was conducted by other androids, and my primary components were manufactured by Dr. Gadget."

Don couldn't resist teasing Amanda as well, "Sounds like the designer had a lot in common with you, Aunt Amanda."

Amanda gasped in mock offense. "Hey!" she exclaimed, laughing, though clearly not taking the jab to heart.

Samantha, standing nearby, gave Winter a once-over, her brow furrowing in thought. "You know, Winter, you remind me of those adult bots they advertise late at night on TV."

Winter responded with the same detached, factual tone. "I am not an adult entertainment bot. I am closer to a war bot than anything else. However, I do possess mechanisms for sexual functions."

Samantha's eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my..."

Amanda burst into laughter, slapping her knee. "Well, looks like we won't be seeing Don coming out of his room too often!" she joked, glancing at Don with a wicked grin.

Summer, not one to miss an opportunity, pointed an accusatory finger at Don. "See? Don's just going to end up abusing a high-tech android for perverted stuff!"

Winter, as emotionless as ever, turned toward Summer. "I am incredibly durable. I would not mind."

Samantha's face flushed at the android's matter-of-fact response, and she quickly turned away, her mind likely imagining something far too inappropriate. Summer, on the other hand, opened her mouth in disbelief, momentarily lost for words.

**A soft cough.** Samantha cleared her throat, clearly trying to steer the conversation back on track. "Alright, I think this discussion is getting a little out of hand." She glanced at Summer with a more serious look. "It's Don's android, so he's free to do whatever he wants with it."

Summer huffed, crossing her arms in defeat. "Fine," she muttered, her frustration evident in her tone.

Don, pleased with how the situation was going, shifted the topic. "How's Fabio doing?" he asked, turning his attention to Samantha.

Her expression softened immediately, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Oh, he's fine. He told me to congratulate you on getting into the Elite Hero Program." She beamed with pride.

As Samantha continued to speak, Amanda, unable to resist her curiosity, wandered over to Winter. Her eyes lit up with mischief as she inspected the android up close, circling her slowly. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she crouched slightly, attempting to peek under Winter's dress.

Before Amanda could succeed in her endeavor, Samantha snapped her name. "Amanda!" she scolded, eyes narrowing. "Can you not harass the android?"

Amanda shrugged, standing back up with a sheepish grin. "What? I was just curious."

Samantha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Can we please go inside and settle down for dinner?" she asked, exasperation creeping into her voice.

"Fine, fine," Amanda relented, holding up her hands in surrender before casting one more glance at Winter. "I'll behave."