Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Samantha and Don had been hugging for about a minute when Don decided to try something. He suddenly groaned, hastily pulling away from Samantha, causing her to let go quickly before asking in concern, "What's wrong, Donnie? Are you hurt?"

As she asked this, her eyes scanned Don's body, trying to see if she could find any visible signs of injury. Don forced a smile as he said, "No, I'm not hurt. I'm just feeling a bit sore. I'm fine, I promise."

Samantha frowned and immediately argued, "You're clearly not, Donnie. If you're in pain, just say so. Maybe we should go for a check-up."

Don immediately refused this idea. "No, no, Mom, really, I'm all right. It's just like last time—the pain's faded for the most part, but there's still that sore feeling. I'll probably feel better in the morning once I take a hot bath and properly massage my muscles."

"But what if it gets worse overnight? Donnie, let me massage them now. I'll help you. Come on, we can use my bathroom."

'I honestly didn't think that would work,' Don thought to himself, inwardly pleased with the direction he had steered the situation in. But for appearances' sake, he still needed to show some reluctance. "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

Samantha took the liberty of standing up from the bed first.

Don, unable to take his eyes off her breasts as she stood up, watched as Samantha crossed her arms under them and said, "No, I will not. And if you're still being stubborn, then I'll drag you to a clinic."

'She's honestly so cute when she gets all motherly,' Don thought, unable to stop himself from smiling. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, pretending to relent. "Fine, we can do the massage."

"Good," Samantha nodded, trying to keep her stern expression as she pointed him toward the door leading to the bathroom. "Now head in and get undressed. Let me see if I have a spare towel somewhere—and some ointment to rub on you after."

Don pretended to be stubborn about this. "Really? Ointment too?"

"Yes, it worked very well last time, didn't it?" Samantha argued as she walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, perusing through its many drawers.

"I guess," Don replied distantly as he made his way to the bathroom. The door was already slightly ajar, and he only needed to flip the light switch on the side for the place to be illuminated.

Just like the bedroom, it had a luxurious, modern feel to it, with a large dual sink made of marble and a sizable mirror as the centerpiece. On the side was a small medicine cabinet, and below it was a laundry bin with some towels and a few items of clothing on top.

It also had a large single shower, also made of marble, with a toilet a few inches away from it. Opposite the shower was an ovoid-shaped bathtub built into the corner, with a shelf above it holding scented candles and incense sticks.

Don took in the sight for only a moment before beginning to undress, taking off his shirt and trousers and placing them neatly atop the sink.

He was about to fully undress, but then he thought, 'Let's try and push our luck today.'

Staying in his boxers, he simply stood in front of the mirror, acting like he was checking himself for injuries. A short moment later, Samantha walked in with a tube of ointment in hand and a towel hanging over her shoulder, finding Don inspecting himself in his boxers.

She looked him over as well, scanning for any injuries. Seeing none, she approached him, placed the tube on the sink, and asked, "Why aren't you fully undressed?"

Don acted shocked at the question. "Wait, you mean I have to be naked again? But I didn't even get injured as badly as that time at Central Mall. Do I really have to?"

Samantha, trying to keep her stern face, nodded. "Yes, you do. Why are you being so difficult about this? It will be no different than last time. Like I said before, there is nothing I haven't seen before."

"That doesn't make it any less embarrassing," Don argued before adding, "Besides, it was different back then. I was a kid, and we were both naked."

Samantha sighed before suggesting without hesitation, "So you want me to be naked with you as well?"

Don couldn't exactly say yes, so instead he said, "I mean, we could both just keep our clothes on and go to bed."

"That's not happening, young man, so I suggest you take those boxers off. I'll join you after filling the tub," Samantha replied, expecting no further argument as she walked toward the tub and turned on the water.

After doing this, she turned around and saw that Don was still just standing there. She asked him with narrowed eyes, "Well, what are you still waiting for?"

'Does she plan on watching?' Don thought, though he felt he had exhausted his room for argument.

So, he just pretended to be a bit shy, turning to the side and beginning to take off his boxers. Samantha sighed lightly and shook her head, placing her hands on her hips as she thought, 'He can be so confident sometimes. But whenever I bring up the issue of being naked, he gets so squirmy—I guess he really hasn't had much experience with women these past years.'

She felt a little guilty about this but quickly decided to make the most of the situation. 'Now this is a good chance to make him more comfortable being around a woman's body. He's quite the handsome young man, so he has no reason to be so shy. But I doubt he'll listen if I just say it so directly.'

Unaware of Samantha's thoughts, Don finished undressing and tossed his boxers onto his pile of clothes, then stood there, naked and awkward. Samantha, momentarily lost in thought, didn't realize she was staring. Don confronted her about this in the next moment, asking, "Are you just going to stare?"

As he said this, he brought his hands over his crotch, needing to use both hands to cover himself fully. Samantha quickly snapped out of her thoughts and said, "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I was just thinking about something. Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"Well, if you ask guys my age, I'm sure they could imagine better situations than standing naked in front of their mom," Don replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, don't be so sour," Samantha said softly as she brought one hand to one of the straps of her nightdress, easing it down her shoulder. "One day, you're probably going to be taking baths and showers with your girlfriend or even your wife. So, it's important that you have confidence in yourself, Donnie, okay?"

As she finished saying this, she lifted the other strap over her shoulder and allowed her nightgown to fall to the ground, freeing her large bountiful breasts and leaving her in a pair of dark purple cotton panties that hugged her figure incredibly tightly.

Once the nightgown dropped. She opened her hands as if to prove a point, "See, that wasn't so difficult now was it?"

Don decided to remove his hands from his crotch as she did this before answering "I guess, but you're still wearing your underwear Ms. there's nothing wrong with being naked."

"I wasn't planning on keeping them on because unlike a certain someone I'm not embarrassed about being naked in front of my baby," Samantha replied, trying to make it sound normal.

"Calling me a baby just makes me feel worse you know."

Samantha chuckled as she brought her hands to her hips and stuck her thumbs into her panties, holding them by the edges, and looking ready to pull them down.

But unlike Don, who had turned slightly when doing so, Samantha began lowering them while still facing him. As she slowly moved them down, her trimmed pubic hair came into view, followed by the beautiful outline of her pussy.

She didn't stop at any point until they reached her knees where she simply allowed them to fall down on their own before stepping out of them and bending over to pick them up, along with her nightgown.

This was far beyond anything Dawn had expected to happen. Because of that, he was unable to stop the natural bodily reaction of getting an erection.

His mighty member stood upright slowly and by the time Samantha raised her head again with her nightgown and panties in hand, Don's cock had become semi-hard.

She was a bit stunned by this but pretended not to notice so as not to make things awkward for Don.

'Oh… is it because of me does he easily get aroused? Does he really find my body… No Samantha, you shouldn't think like that. He is a growing young man and that's perfectly normal.'

She quickly shook off the thoughts and pretended to be casual about it, walking over toward him and placing the clothes by the sink just as the tub was getting full.

"Well, let's get you in and start that massage." She suggested.