Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 352: Breakfast In Bed (Part 1) (R-18)

Don hesitated for a moment upon seeing the system prompt. But he didn't let it linger and just approached Samantha, taking his seat beside her.

The morning light coming into the room cast a soft glow over Samantha, accentuating the curves of her body beneath the nightie.

Her thighs, smooth and inviting, were partially exposed, drawing Don's gaze involuntarily. The fabric of her nightie clung gently to her chest, highlighting her cleavage in a way that was both modest and alluring.

Don, aware of the need for discretion, kept his stares brief and casual, his eyes flickering towards her before quickly returning to the task at hand. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but steal glances, each time feeling a subtle shift in the air between them.

As Samantha shifted closer, the warmth of her body mingled with Don's, creating an undeniable change in the air.

Her heart rate grew, each beat a reminder of the anticipation she tried to suppress, while her stomach fluttered with a nervous energy she couldn't ignore.

Despite her attempts to appear calm, the soft press of her breast against his arm sent a shiver through her, a sensation she quickly masked by moving things along.

"You can take it out, sweetie," she whispered, her voice low and inviting as her hand brushed against Don's crotch.

Don shifted slightly, his movements cautious as he lowered his pants and briefs just above his knees. The fabric remained there, leaving him exposed yet partially covered.

Samantha's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at Don's exposed cock. She had seen it before, but the sight of it still managed to amaze her.

'Goodness,' she thought as she swallowed, the sound of her gulp echoing softly in the quiet room. Reaching out, her manicured fingers curled around his thick member, the softness of her touch contrasting with its growing firmness.

As her hand wrapped around his length, she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, along with a light throb against her palm.

Samantha's hand moved with a careful slowness, each stroke a gentle caress that seemed to draw more life from Don's cock. It swelled in her palm, the thickness and length growing with each passing moment, until it reached its full rigidity.

The veins along its surface became more pronounced, throbbing faintly with each heartbeat. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the morning light and shimmering like a tiny jewel.

Samantha's gaze remained fixed on the sight, her breathing steady but her pupils dilating slightly as she seemed to fall deeper into the moment.

Don's hand rested gently around Samantha's waist, his fingers brushing against the curve of her hip.

**Mn~** She tensed for a moment, the muscles in her body stiffening as his touch surprised her. But as the warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of her nightie, she began to relax, her shoulders easing down as she leaned slightly into his embrace.

Samantha's hand moved with renewed intent after the touch, her strokes varying now in rhythm as she twisted her wrist with each upward motion. The tip of her thumb grazed the head of Don's cock, smearing the precum that had gathered there.

**Aa~** Don let out a low, muted groan as her touch ignited his desire.

Samantha couldn't help but glance Don's way lightly as he let out that groan, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips.

She felt a quiet satisfaction in knowing she was easing him, even if the situation felt a bit awkward.

Her hand continued to stroke his cock gently, the rhythm still steady. As she touched him, Don's hand began to rub down her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips.

As Don continued to caress Samantha's hips, the warmth of his embrace enveloped her, and for a fleeting moment, she couldn't help but think, 'Why do I feel so warm and fuzzy when he holds me like this?'

The thought was unexpected, a flutter in her chest that she quickly dismissed. 'No, I-I should focus on Donnie,' she told herself, pushing aside the unfamiliar sensation. With renewed determination, she pressed her breast more firmly against him, the hardened nipple straining against the fabric of her nightie.

Don could feel it clearly now, a subtle yet undeniable pressure that sent another wave of desire through him.

Don glanced at Samantha out of the corner of his eye, the light of the room casting shadows across her face.

He could see the faintest flush rising to her cheeks as she focused on her task, her breathing steady but her pupils still dilating slightly with each stroke.

The air was beginning to grow thick with lust, and Don felt the urge to try something bold. He cleared his throat softly, his voice low and tentative as he asked, "Uh, mom? are you also... pent up?"

The words caught Samantha off guard, causing her to hand freeze mid-stroke, her fingers still wrapped around his cock.

Her cheeks flushed deeply as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. She glanced down at herself, her mind racing with the thought that she might look inappropriate in Don's eyes.

Her nipples, already hardened, seemed to press more insistently against the fabric of her nightie, as if showing her body's response.

Don's gaze lingered on her chest, his voice low as he feigned hesitance before adding, "Well, I uhm, know some women's nipples get hard when the are also pent up, so… I just thought I'd ask."

Don's eyes locked onto Samantha before he reached out, his hand gently brushing against her nightie, tracing the curve of her hip again before sliding upwards.

His fingers grazed the underside of her breast, the touch sending a shiver through her. **Mn~!** Samantha's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing deeper as she met his gaze.

"I think," Don murmured, his voice low, "I should also help you with that... firmness." His words lingered, a bold suggestion that left no room for misinterpretation.

Samantha's heart pounded, her mind a mess as she considered the implications of his offer.

Her breathing seemed to paused, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and anticipation. It's not like she was unwilling, especially after the lines they crossed during their last session.

Rather, she was hesitant due to embarrassment, unsure of how to say yes, to let him touch her, to feel that warmth spread beyond her hips, but the words tangled in her throat.

Her hand tightened slightly around him, a subconscious response to the tension building inside her. Then Don's cock throbbed in her hand, breaking her hesitation. "S-sure thing, sweetie," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Don's right hand slipped into Samantha's nightie the moment she agreed, his fingers caressing her breast with a firm yet gentle touch which sent waves of pleasure through her.

She could feel the warmth of his palm as he massaged her, the sensation making her breathing become more heavy. **huff~** **huff~**

*Mmmn~** A soft moan escaped her lips, though she tried to hold it back. Don's eyes met hers again, his gaze filled with longing and affection. "Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice low, sounding genuinely concerned.

Samantha felt touched and nodded weakly, though her cheeks remained flushed as she looked away, unable to meet his intense stare.

Instead, her hand moved with renewed intensity as she returned her focus to Don's cock, her fingers wrapping tightly around its thickness.

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She could feel the precum lingering on her fingertips, a sign of his growing arousal.

Don's touch on her breast also became more passionate, his fingers tracing circles around her nipple, sending more waves of pleasure through her.

**Uhn~!** Despite her efforts to suppress it, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt her hips shift slightly.

She couldn't deny she was getting turned on, especially with Don's cock throbbing in her hand, and his breathing growing heavier.