Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

With Daniel dealt with, Don left Natasha in the private room and made his way back to the top floor.

He told himself he had already done her a great favor—stopping Daniel, preventing whatever disgusting scenario the guy had planned. That was enough. He wasn't some knight in shining armor, and if he was going to intervene in situations like these, there had to be something in it for him. And there was.

Daniel was now officially a pawn. That was the reward.

At least, that's how Don tried to frame it in his mind, avoiding the moral weight that some might feel in his position.

Arriving back on the top floor, Don made his way toward the bathrooms. He wasn't in any particular rush, just intending to relieve himself before regrouping with the others. But as he neared, a girl suddenly burst out of the women's restroom, nearly brushing past him.

She was moving fast, her expression tense, eyes darting around like she had something to escape from.

Had it been a random girl, Don wouldn't have given her a second glance. But he recognized her. She was one of the two that had stood beside Ellen earlier, part of her little entourage. The one with short brown hair and a pale complexion.

Curious, Don came to a slow stop and casually leaned against the wall between the men's and women's restrooms, his posture relaxed. Then, without making it obvious, he focused his superhuman hearing on the conversation still happening inside.

"Arghh! What an entitled little bitch! Why does everyone want to piss me off today?!" Ellen's angry voice snapped through the space.

Don could practically see her face twisted in rage.

Another voice, this one more casual, chimed in. "Relax, babe. Let's do a few lines and get back out there. The stupid match'll be over soon, and there'll be a ton of rich bastards looking for a good fuck."

Don wasn't particularly surprised to hear that, but what did catch his attention was Ellen's next response.

"No thanks, Kenzie. I'm done sucking on shriveled old cocks."

Kenzie let out a chuckle. "Lucky you. I don't think I'll stop, even when I get myself a cash cow locked down like you. Sucking a little shriveled cock and pretending to orgasm for millions is just too good to ever pass up."

Ellen seemed to relax at that, laughing along. "Shut up. My god, you're such a nasty little slut."

Kenzie laughed right back. "A rich, nasty little slut."

A moment later, Don heard a distinct sniffing sound, followed by a soft, satisfied groan from Kenzie. "Mn. That's the stuff."

Kenzie sighed. "Anyway, I'm gonna catch up to Madeline before she does something stupid."

Ellen hummed in agreement. "Sure. I'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

Don listened as Kenzie's heels clacked against the tile floor, her footsteps growing closer. He went into the men's restroom and waited until the sound completely faded, then stepped out again.

He glanced briefly down the hall to make sure no one was coming before turning to face the entrance of the women's restroom.

'There's only one thing I can think of that these two were doing in there.' With that thought, Don pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The first thing that greeted him was the sharp chemical scent of expensive perfume mixed with something more bitter.

The second was the sight of Ellen, hunched over the marble counter of the sink, a rolled-up bill in her hand as she leaned in to snort a thin line of cocaine.

The moment the door swung shut behind Don, she reacted instantly—jerking upright, her expression snapping to irritation. She hastily moved her purse over the counter to block the remaining powder, trying to act natural despite the obvious tension in her shoulders.

Then she actually saw who had walked in.

"You?!"

Her wide eyes locked onto Don, a mix of surprise and indignation flashing across her face.

Don smiled at Ellen's reaction as he took a slow step forward.

Feigning mild surprise, he said, "Oops. Looks like I walked into the wrong restroom. But… I seem to have found something interesting."

His tone was casual, almost amused, but the smug smile he wore made Ellen wary.

She stiffened slightly, her body tense with hesitation. Daniel's earlier reaction to Don was still fresh in her mind, and while she wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him after he left with his tail between his legs, the fact that he had been terrified meant Don wasn't someone to be brushed off.

More than that, she had found out that Don and Charles were close. And if there was one thing she did know, it was that she couldn't afford to offend Charles Monclaire.

Ellen swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. "That's… alright," she said, reaching for her purse with shaky hands as if to casually pack her things away. "I was just, uh…"

Before she could finish, Don interrupted smoothly. "Powdering your face?"

Ellen went stiff. Her hand froze mid-movement, gripping the purse handle as her breath hitched.

Caught.

The tension in her body grew as she realized she had no real way to talk herself out of this. She could already feel her heart picking up speed, anticipation and fear creeping in as she waited for Don to make his next move.

She didn't have to wait long. "I wonder how Charles would feel about that." The second Don spoke those words, Ellen's heart practically seized.

Fear flooded her system, her stomach twisting violently. 'Fuck.'

She knew better than anyone that playing in elite circles came with rules. And one of the very few warnings her cash cow of a lover had given her when handing over these event tickets was simple—don't piss off Charles Monclaire.

That was it. No explanation, no details. Just a clear, thinly veiled don't do it.

She didn't know exactly what the consequences would be, but she knew they wouldn't be pleasant. People who overstepped their bounds in these social circles paid for it.

She'd heard the stories, seen the fallout. Women like her—who had clawed their way up through calculated decisions and well-placed lies—didn't get second chances.

And now?

Now, some guy she barely knew—who clearly held enough weight to make Daniel fold in seconds—was standing in front of her, smirking, with the perfect blackmail card in his pocket.

Ellen clenched her fists, seething internally.

It wasn't her first time being blackmailed. It came with the life she led. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

Still, she knew better than to act out.

After forcing down her rising anger, Ellen exhaled shakily, letting her expression shift into something more submissive.

She dropped her gaze slightly, chewing on her lower lip in forced hesitation before muttering softly, "Please… I'll… I'll do anything."

Don resisted the urge to scoff. He didn't even consider her offer.

She was the type to use her body as a bargaining chip—he'd seen it enough times already. It was obvious what she was hinting at, and while it was tempting, Don wasn't about to sacrifice short-term pleasure for long-term gains.

Not when he could get more. A lot more.

Instead, he kept his expression neutral and let out a small sigh, playing into her expectations just enough to lower her guard.

"I'm short on time for now," Don said casually. "But I think we could discuss this later. Give me your phone, and I'll type in a number you should text."

Ellen hesitated only for a second before pulling her phone out of her purse and handing it over.

She thought this was just a setup for future leverage. That as long as she played along, it would all be over soon.

She had no idea just how wrong she was.

The moment Don took the phone, Gary Assist immediately attempted to establish a link, a discreet prompt appearing in the corner of his vision.

[Unrecognized device in proximity. Do you wish to establish a link?]

He focused on Yes.

[Device possesses high security measures. Facial recognition required.]

Don's lips curled slightly as he lifted his head and met Ellen's eyes.

She mistook it for a simple glance—perhaps a silent warning, maybe a silent test to see if she'd back out.

She had no idea the aviators were scanning her face in real time. The process took less than a second.

[Acquired facial and retina data. Proceed to link?]

He focused on Yes.

[Link successful.]

Another prompt followed immediately.

[Facial match grants access to passwords, photos, contacts, and certain accounts. Do you wish to import data?]

Don focused on Yes.

A small percentage bar appeared in the corner of his vision, steadily rising, while multiple tabs of her phone's contents started displaying themselves in rapid succession.

Don didn't even have to dig.

The gold mine was already staring back at him.

Photos. Videos. Receipts. Messages. Digital records.

And, much like Daniel's phone…

It was far worse than he expected.