Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don's gaze lingered on Charles for a few moments longer, his eyes studying the man's flawless smile and poised demeanor.

There was no denying that Charles had helped defuse the situation, but Don didn't feel compelled to show gratitude. To thank him would imply some kind of debt, and Don wasn't about to let anyone—even someone as polished as Charles—hold that over him.

Turning away from Charles, Don said flatly, "I guess we'll be leaving too."

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. He'd expected Don to at least acknowledge the favor, perhaps even open the door for a conversation. Instead, Don's dismissive tone left him momentarily surprised.

Still, Charles wasn't one to let an opportunity slip away. His smile didn't falter as he replied warmly, "Leave? Surely you're not going to let someone ruin your night over nonsense."

Don paused mid-step, his back to Charles, before turning his head to meet his gaze. The silver-haired man's expression was inviting, his charm almost irresistible—though not in a way that felt contrived.

Don resisted the urge to narrow his eyes, his mind already working. 'What's his angle? He can't just want to talk, can he?' Before he could decide on the best response, a system prompt flickered into his view.

He didn't let his thoughts show, maintaining an even tone as he replied, "I just meant leaving the parking lot, not the venue entirely." Don forced a faint smile as he added, "Do I seem like the type to let people get to me?"

While his words were directed at Charles, Don's attention was split. His gaze flickered over the system prompt, reading its contents carefully.

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Side Quest Unlocked: Art of Networking

Objective: Any proper villain must have allies and pawns lined up and ready to use when the situation calls for it. Use this event as an opportunity to gain 3 allies and 2 pawns.

Reward: 100 idol/villain points (depending on allies and pawns' alignment), +200 aura.

No penalty for failure.

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The prompt disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving Don to mull it over. 'Allies and pawns, huh? Might as well try. There's nothing to lose.'

Charles, oblivious to the system prompt, chuckled lightly. Shaking his head, he said, "I guess you don't. My mistake."

As Charles paused, Don activated Charismatic Presence (Bronze). He didn't often rely on abilities like this in casual situations, but the side quest warranted extra effort.

The effect was subtle yet effective—Charles felt a faint tug of curiosity, a growing interest in interacting with Don further. He attributed it to his natural instincts rather than any external influence.

Gesturing toward the direction he'd come from, Charles said with practiced ease, "Why don't you and your friends join me? You and I may be working together a lot in the future, so I'd like to learn more about you." His tone was warm, his gestures precise—too polished to be coincidental.

'You'd think he has a charisma ability too,' Don thought, watching Charles carefully.

Before Don could respond, Hector's familiar voice broke the moment.

"¡Hey, cabrón!" Hector called out, walking up behind Don with a bright grin plastered across his face. Throwing an arm around Don's shoulder, he nodded enthusiastically at Charles. "He says yes! Haha! Who are we to refuse the invitation of Silverwing himself?"

Don side-eyed Hector, already sensing what was coming.

Leaning closer to Don, Hector whispered quickly, "Bro, you gotta say yes. I'll owe you forever. If I can get Silverwing on my stream… man, it'd be huge!"

Don resisted the urge to sigh, his expression remaining neutral. Instead, he reached up and casually brushed Hector's arm off his shoulder.

"Will you relax?" Don said, his tone dry. "There's no reason not to accept his offer." Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

Hector stepped back, moving back toward Donald, his grin still wide, as Don turned to face Charles directly.

"After all," Don added smoothly, "like you said, it'd be good for us to associate."

Charles' smile widened as Don agreed, his expression practically glowing with satisfaction. He gave a small nod, his tone one of amusement as he said, "Brilliant. Finally, a member of the program who's at least open to interaction."

Don raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "The others aren't very sociable?" he asked, his tone neutral but inquisitive.

Before Charles could respond, Hector's voice could be heard.

"Did you hear that, man? Cheer up!" Hector nudged Donald with his elbow, grinning from ear to ear. "We're getting compensated and get to hang out with Silverwing!" His voice was low, clearly trying not to be overheard by Charles, and he assumed Donald was upset because of the damage to the G-Wagon.

Donald, however, wasn't upset—just stunned. The situation had turned around so quickly, he felt like he was still catching up. "Yeah, sure, great," he said vaguely, blinking as though he couldn't quite believe it himself.

Meanwhile, the car door creaked open with a soft **click**, and Tori stepped out. She'd stayed inside during the earlier confrontation, preferring to avoid anything remotely resembling a fight. Now, her brows knitted together in concern as she walked over.

"Did everything work out?" she asked, her voice cautious.

Her attention shifted toward Don and Charles as she spoke, and the moment her gaze landed on Charles, she froze. Seeing him up close was something else entirely—his tall frame, sharp features, and glittering outfit made him look almost otherworldly.

She blushed involuntarily as Charles caught her staring, his silver eyes meeting hers for a split second.

Tori quickly looked away, her face growing redder before glaring at Hector as if to shift the attention off herself.

Charles, for his part, seemed unbothered. He turned back to Don and answered the earlier question as though nothing had happened. "Not at all," he said, shaking his head. "Starboy has people to handle that aspect of his life, and Thunderstrike… well, let's just say he isn't the easiest person to talk to. I don't think I need to say anything about the other two."

With that, Charles gestured forward and began leading the group toward a different entrance. Unlike the bustling executive areas lined with cameras and velvet ropes, this entrance was quieter, almost understated in comparison.

The only notable presence was two massive men dressed in black suits standing like statues on either side of the door.

Noticing Charles and Don walking ahead, Hector scrambled to catch up, his phone already in hand. "Chat, you won't believe what just happened!" he said excitedly, his voice echoing through the lot.

Tori, whose face still hadn't fully returned to its normal color, shot Hector an angry glare. "Hector, you're embarrassing us!" she hissed, her tone angry but hushed.

Hector barely acknowledged her, too engrossed in narrating to his stream. Donald followed a few steps behind, still caught between confusion and excitement about how this night was unfolding.

Up ahead, Charles' usually perfect smile seemed to twitch slightly at the edges as Hector's voice rang out behind them. He glanced at Don, his tone still polite but with a hint of exasperation. "Quite the friend you have."

Don noticed the subtle shift in Charles' expression—a small crack in the polished facade. 'He's tolerating them for my sake.' Don thought, mildly amused. 'Not surprising. Hector's enthusiasm can grate on anyone.'

Deciding to test the waters, Don responded casually, "He has his uses."

Charles' expression shifted instantly. The forced smile melted into something smaller, more genuine, though no less calculating. His silver eyes seemed to focus more sharply on Don, a faint glimmer of intrigue crossing his face.

"I think you and I will get along quite well."