Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 545: A New - (Part 7)

Some time passed.

By the time Don found himself nearing the residential stretch Winter had flagged, the city had thinned into something quieter—and more expensive.

The road wound through low hills that rose gently from the an urban sprawl, giving glimpses of the coastline without ever quite reaching it.

Villas dotted the slopes in loose clusters, one- and two-story homes built wide rather than tall, all glass fronts and open balconies meant to drink in the view. White stone, dark wood, clean concrete. Tasteful.

There were few gates.

No guards posted at corners. No checkpoints. Just a narrow road, trimmed hedges, and driveways that opened directly onto the street like nothing here had anything to hide.

A few houses were dark. Others glowed softly from within.

And a handful were very much awake.

Music drifted out of one property ahead—heavy bass rolling through the air, lights flashing in saturated colors that spilled onto the pavement. Several luxury cars lined the curb nearby, parked without care. Sports models. Custom plates. One had its engine still running.

Winter drove.

She kept both hands on the wheel, posture perfect, eyes steady as the car climbed the last incline. Don sat in the passenger seat, phone to his ear, gaze unfocused as he watched the houses slide by.

"Okay. Good," he said. "Have the drones found anything useful?"

Gary’s voice came through cleanly. "Yes, sir. The fishery is most certainly a front. I managed to capture audio from several of the armed personnel on site."

Don’s eyes narrowed behind the lenses. "And?"

"They’re Serbian," Gary said.

Don turned his head slightly. "Serbian?"

"Yes," Gary replied. "They’re a significant player in gun smuggling and drug distribution. Their footprint here isn’t dominant—most of their operations remain concentrated in the eastern part of the country—but they’re still large enough to matter."

"I see," Don said. "Is the Deadly Damsels inside their territory?"

There was a brief pause on the line.

"That’s where things get interesting, sir," Gary said. "Until recently, the area where your club is located fell under the BKB alliance, with enforcement handled by the Hell Riders. However, current information suggests that zone—and several blocks south—now fall under Serbian control."

"Any idea why?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"No, sir. That detail remains unclear."

Don frowned. "Guess we’ll have to ask Johnny."

From the driver’s seat, Winter spoke without looking at him. "I believe his home—or at least one of them—is just ahead."

Gary gave a soft hum. "Wonderful. Good luck, sir. I shall return to my duties."

"Alright," Don said. "Thanks, Gary."

The call ended. He tucked the phone away and kept his gaze forward.

The music grew louder as they approached the liveliest house on the street. Lights strobed behind tall windows. Laughter carried out in bursts. More cars crowded the curb here than anywhere else nearby.

Winter slowed and pulled in just short of the property.

"It’s here," she said.

Don reached up and slid his aviators back on. "Let’s go have a look inside."

Winter nodded. "Wonderful. Being closer to the residence’s internal servers will allow me to bypass the remaining interference. At this range, remote access is... suboptimal."

Don paused with his hand on the door handle. "You’re already hacking into his systems?"

"Yes."

He glanced at her.

"Once I identified the property," Winter continued evenly, "I reviewed municipal records regarding renovations and upgrades. Networking infrastructure, security installations, third-party service providers." She met his eyes. "From there, I obtained a full layout."

Her fingers moved once, subtle.

"I have already compromised the exterior cameras, several internal locks, and approximately fourteen mobile devices currently inside the residence."

Don stared at her for a second.

"...Already?"

She tilted her head. "Was I not meant to begin automated intrusion procedures?"

Don shook his head once.

"No. Carry on."

Winter inclined her head and returned her attention to the home.

Despite how much time had passed—despite everything she’d done—he still hadn’t adjusted to how capable she was. How fast. How thorough.

And because of that, the idea of her being compromised still sat wrong.

Don stepped fully out of the car and closed the door with a muted THUD~.

"Get changed," he said. "Into the clothes we picked up on the way."

As he spoke, he bent slightly and popped open the glove compartment. He pulled out a black head sock and rolled it over his hair, not hiding his face entirely—just enough to dull the first second of recognition.

Winter undid her seatbelt and twisted to reach into the back.

"Are you," she asked evenly, "by chance employing a seduction tactic on him?"

Don let out a brief breath through his nose. Almost a laugh.

"Yeah... no. Nothing so dramatic. If we get inside without trouble, it’ll be easier for you to blend in as just another hot girl."

He adjusted the head sock, then added, "I’ll talk to Johnny. Push him a little. You look around. Or keep hacking until you either find proof he worked with the Serbs, or something fresh to use against him."

He leaned back from the open window and slouched back against the side of the car. A pack of ordinary cigarettes came out next. Another prop. He slid one between his lips and lit it, the flame flashing briefly before he cupped it out.

Some seconds passed.

Then the opposite door opened.

Winter stepped out.

She closed the door just as Don took his second pull. He looked up.

"Wow," he said—not surprised. Just faintly amused. Smoke drifted from his mouth as he spoke.

Winter wore what could only be described as party ready. A short, form-fitting dress cut low enough to make its point without trying too hard, thin straps resting on her shoulders, fabric hugging her waist and hips before ending well above the knee.

Her legs were bare, heels lifting her posture just enough to tilt her frame. The neckline framed her chest without pretense, and the whole outfit did nothing to hide how carefully she’d been built.

"I take it you approve?" she asked.

"Most definitely."

"Good."

He straightened off the car. "Just try not to talk to anyone."