Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 304: Not So Awesome Foursome (Part 6)

Don’s question didn’t seem to bother Summer all that much on its own, but the smug expression plastered across his face as he chewed another strip of fish while keeping her suspended mid-air? That was another story.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, her blush deepening despite her best efforts to suppress it.

"Like hell I miss you! Put me down already, jerk!" she snapped, her arms still crossed over her chest. Her tone shifted as a new thought hit her. "Wait—when the hell did you get mind powers? Wait…" Her eyes widened, and her voice took on an edge of panic. "Can you read minds!? You better not have—"

"Easy there," Don interrupted, raising his free hand in a calming gesture. His tone was casual, almost dismissive. "It’s just telekinesis. And I’ve had it since the whole Central Mall thing. Figured Aunt Amanda told everyone already."

Summer blinked, her mouth opening to argue, but she quickly closed it again. Her blush only grew as she considered the implications of what telepathy might’ve meant.

Don, meanwhile, seemed entirely unbothered. He popped the last strip of fish into his mouth and chewed lazily.

Although he’d never gone out of his way to explain the extent of his abilities to his family, he hadn’t exactly been secretive about them either. If anything, he saw no real need to bring it up unless it came up naturally, hence his relaxed attitude about it now.

Summer, however, wasn’t convinced. Narrowing her eyes at him, she asked, "Then why didn’t you tell me yourself? Don’t you trust me?"

Don smirked, shrugging and making a so-so gesture with his hand. "Fifty-fifty," he said before swallowing the last bite of his food.

Before Summer could respond, Sparky bounded over, stick clamped triumphantly in its jaws. It barked excitedly, wagging its synthetic tail and hopping up and down beneath Summer’s hovering form.

"Good boy, Sparky," Don muttered with a faint chuckle, giving the dog an approving glance.

Keeping Summer mid-air was effortless. She weighed less than 100 kilos, and Don knew he could easily raise and lower her several times over without breaking a sweat. But he also knew she wouldn’t appreciate the demonstration, so he refrained.

Instead, he placed his now-empty plate on a small table on the patio, stepping onto the grassy lawn where Summer floated a few feet above the ground.

Summer’s patience was clearly wearing thin. Her face darkened, and her brows drew together as she glared down at him. "Get me down now," she warned, her voice getting low and dangerous, "or I’m telling Mom you used your dumb powers on me!"

Don’s smirk only widened. He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly as if considering her threat. "Go ahead," he said with a shrug. "I could always do with a little praise for saving my clumsy little sis from falling into the pool."

Summer’s eyes narrowed further, her lips pressing into a tight scowl. "You better get me down," she said, her tone rising, "or else I’ll—"

"Fine," Don said, lifting his hands in mock surrender.

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With a faint glow in his eyes, he gently retracted his telekinetic hold. Summer’s body descended slowly, but just as she was about to land gracefully, Don let the hold slip.

She hit the grass with a soft **thump**, landing squarely on her ass.

"Oops," Don said, the smug look on his face showing his lack of remorse. "My hold slipped. You’re not as light as you think, you know."

Summer let out a small yelp of pain, quickly muffling it as she glared up at him. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her expression a mix of embarrassment and simmering fury.

Her glare hardened as she pushed herself up slightly, her movements slow. Her face was flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment—or both—it was hard to tell.

"I’m going to get you for that!" she yelled, her voice ringing across the yard.

Don’s smirk didn’t waver. Instead, he turned on his heel and began jogging toward the house. "You’re welcome to try," he called over his shoulder, almost mockingly.

The moment Don bolted for the door, Summer’s voice rang out behind him.

"Hey! Get back here!" she yelled, her tone sounding both frustrated and determined.

Her sneakers skidded slightly against the grass before finding traction as she sprinted after him, Sparky trailing behind her with the stick still proudly clamped in its jaws. The dog barked happily, seemingly oblivious to the chase.

Don zipped through the hallway inside the house, his footsteps light but quick as he made his way up the stairs with an almost supernatural ease. Summer followed close behind, her voice echoing through the hall as she shouted, "I said stop!"

He didn’t bother looking back, wearing a smug grin as he headed straight for his room. Once inside, Don left the door ajar on purpose, casually tossing himself onto his bed.

He laid out in a relaxed pose, arms behind his head, as though he’d been lounging there for hours.

Not even a second passed before Summer’s hurried footsteps reached the doorway. She skidded to a halt, one hand bracing against the frame as she glared at him. Her narrowed eyes scanned the room, flicking to both sides of the doorway and even above it as if expecting some kind of trap.

Don turned his head lazily, raising a brow at her. "Looking for something, sis?" he asked, his voice feigning innocence.

Summer’s frown deepened, her lips pressing into a tight line before she let out a small growl of frustration. "Grrr!"

Without a word, she charged forward and leapt onto the bed with a muffled **thud**.

Rather than shield himself, Don smirked and caught her effortlessly, pulling her into a messy embrace. Summer’s head landed against his chest, her wild hair brushing his jawline.

One of her legs slipped between both of his, and the movement caused her shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a hint of underboob.

Summer didn’t seem to notice or care. She was too busy squirming against Don’s grip, her hands balled into fists as she tried to free them.

"Let me go!" she grunted, attempting to land weak punches against his chest.

Don, of course, didn’t budge. He held her wrists firmly but without discomfort, effortlessly keeping her pinned.

"Keep trying, sis," he teased, his tone amused.

Undeterred, Summer leaned forward, using all her strength to raise her head from his chest in an attempt to headbutt him. She didn’t even come close.

Her hair, now thoroughly messy from her efforts, fell into her face, further adding to her frustration.

"Ugh!" she groaned, slumping slightly as she realized the futility of her struggle.

Finally, she stopped resisting, her breathing heavy as she glared up at Don with a look that could’ve cut steel. Her chest rose and fell against his with each breath, though her body gradually began to relax.

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Don’s smirk deepened as he met her gaze, his expression infuriatingly smug. He leaned in slightly, the distance between their faces shrinking to mere inches.

Summer’s glare faltered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Still, she held her ground, her frown unwavering even as her breaths hitched.

"So," Don began, his voice smooth, "I asked Aunt Amanda about lunch."

Summer blinked, her blush deepening as she tried to maintain her composure. "S-so what!?" she shot back, though her tone wavered slightly.

Don’s grin widened. "So it means you did actually miss me," he said, his tone playful yet undeniably smug.

Summer’s blush spread across her face as she scrambled to deny it. "You wish!" she snapped. "I only wanted to—"

Before she could finish, Don took a bold risk, closing the distance between them in a single, motion.

His lips brushed against hers, soft and warm.

Summer’s eyes went wide, her body stiffening as though she’d been struck by lightning. Her hands, still pinned in his grip, twitched slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

For a long moment, the world seemed to stop.

Then, slowly, she began to relax. The tension in her body melted away as her eyes fluttered shut. Her lips softened against his, moving slowly but willingly.