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Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

After being wrongfully accused and killed, a young man reincarnates into a superhuman society as a third rate villain named Don, whose biggest asset is his side-kick with mental issues. With few options available to him, Don accepts the mantle of his predecessor and must now not only survive in a new and dangerous world, but also conquer it.... **Congratulations, you have died and awakened the Supervillain Idol System.** **The path to fame, fortune and world domination is yours is take!!** **Disclaimer**: This work of fiction is set in an alternate reality and is purely a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental. The author has taken creative liberties with historical, cultural, and geographical elements to craft a unique and fictional world. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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Chapter 81: Research & Preparation (Part 1)

With Trixie's snack provided, Don was now focused on quickly assembling an outfit before Samantha finished dressing.

'It's always the post-nut clarity…' Don sighed as he selected a pair of briefs, some socks, a plain dark blue long-sleeved T-shirt, and a set of black jeans.

Trixie, who was lying casually on the bed, turned over and looked at Don with a smirk. "Aww~ no cuddles for moi? I'm hurt," she playfully pouted as she rested her head on her left hand while using the right to trace her finger through the air.

"You'll live," Don replied casually, not wanting to fall for her teasing. Trixie seemed to realize this and just pouted before letting out a sigh and laying back on the bed. "So mean, after I let you use my mouth like that too, hmph!"

Don glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he dressed but didn't respond, shaking his head. 'I don't even want to try guessing whether she's still pretending or is genuinely being fussy.'