Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Using sheer will and fear of unknown consequences, Don resisted Trixie's temptations and looked away, turning his attention back to Elle before choosing to change the subject. "Anyway, Elle, we should really start eating now," he suggested, thinking, 'Hopefully my boner is gone by then. Man, this is the worst kind of blue balls.'

Blissfully unaware of Don's thoughts, Elle showed him a smile and nodded in agreement. "You're right. Is the food ready?"

Just as Elle asked this, a digital voice responded from the table. "The meal has been ready for 10 minutes and was simply being kept warm. Would you like it to be served at this moment?"

"I fainted for that long?" Elle muttered in surprise, feeling more embarrassed but not wanting to bring attention back to that. She quickly responded, "Yes, serve the meal now."

As soon as she said this, circular slots opened around the table, and three separate platters were brought up via a chute-like device. Once the plates were above the table surface, the chutes closed. Each platter held a serving of various pieces of chicken, some roasted and some deep-fried, along with potato wedges, and a small bowl of groundnuts.

Elle looked at the platter in satisfaction until her eyes settled on the groundnuts, remembering that Trixie was the one who ordered these. She turned her head to Trixie, but before she could speak, Trixie vanished and reappeared in the seat she had been in before, her focus now on her platter. "Finally, I'm famished."

Elle turned her head again to face Trixie as she proceeded to ask, "Why the groundnuts?"

Trixie raised her head and looked at Elle like the answer was obvious. Pointing at Don, she said, "Well, they're not for us; they're for him. I read somewhere that groundnuts help increase sperm count, so you better eat up. I want your spunk to be nice and thick."

"Trixie!" Elle yelled out as her face flushed bright red from the implication and the vivid images she imagined due to Trixie's words. Trixie, however, simply rolled her eyes.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Elle. You act like you haven't touched yourself thousands of times while thinking about Don or to his pictures."

Elle's face now turned completely red as she quickly turned her head to Don, shaking her head. "She's lying. I didn't mean that! I didn't..."

Elle struggled between being unable to lie to Don and explaining herself, which Trixie found very entertaining to the point she couldn't stop smiling while looking at her. "You're so cute when you're flustered, Elle. Don't you think Don?"

'Why do I feel like she's trying to make Elle pass out again so she can continue? Though that may not be such a bad idea. No, don't let her lead you on, Don.' Don thought.

Once again using his fear of the potential consequences and sheer will, Don managed to resist Trixie's temptations and rather than support her, he decided to change the topic as he walked over toward his seat. "Guys, we should really start eating before the food gets cold."

"You're no fun," Trixie huffed and crossed her arms, but Elle couldn't help but sigh in relief before quickly supporting Don. "Don's right. Now is not the time to talk about such things."

"Uncultured swines, the lot of you," Trixie announced while pointing at both Elle and Don. Elle chose to ignore her, as she had grown very much used to Trixie's behavior and actions. As for Don, he did something similar and pretended not to hear, instead choosing to focus on just eating his food, inwardly thinking, 'Me, uncultured? I'm as cultured as they get.'

Seeing that she wasn't going to get anywhere with them in that direction, Trixie no longer pushed the matter and instead also decided to bring up another topic. "So, did you guys settle on a plan for your world domination?" she asked, her tone carrying a bit of sarcasm.

Sensing the hint of sarcasm, Elle raised her head and looked at Trixie with annoyance. "For your information, we have, actually. Unlike a certain someone, Don actually said my plans were good. We're using one of them after Gary sorts out a few things."

Trixie showed a look of genuine surprise, moving her gaze from Elle to Don. "Really? Using one of her plans? Which one did you settle on? The global feminization one? You know, the plan to turn every guy into a woman and have you impregnate them?"

As Trixie said this, Don began to cough, having nearly choked on his food. "What the hell kind of plan is that?" Don asked.

Trixie pretended to shrug before turning her gaze toward Elle and saying, "Ask her. She came up with it."

As Don turned to face Elle, he could see her glaring at Trixie with the "I will kill you" look. Once she noticed that Don was looking at her, Elle looked very embarrassed and couldn't meet his gaze. She quickly cleared her throat and explained, "She is leaving out a lot of details. Because it wasn't a concrete plan, but it had the potential to work."

'Do I even want to ask for details?' Don thought before quickly shaking his head. 'No, I'd rather not confuse my dick at this moment,' he concluded silently, choosing to nod on the surface and pretend like he understood. "Makes sense. The plans you showed me at the table had potential, so I don't doubt you must have had others."

As Don said this, Elle couldn't help but break out into a smile before showing Trixie a rather smug "I told you so" look. Rather than look disappointed, Trixie looked rather interested. She looked at Don and asked, "So what you're saying is you wouldn't mind fucking a femboy, right?"

Don immediately paused eating the moment Trixie asked this and proceeded to raise his head slowly, bringing a hand under his chin as he looked at the ceiling in contemplation, while saying, "A question for the ages. But a wise man once said. Is liking femboys gay or just affection's play? Philosophers ponder, but love's not bound by labels. Embrace beauty, no need for disdain.

Just love with open hearts, true and plain."

'Whatever the fuck that means.'