Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Chapter 298: The Citadel (Part 10)



Gary gestured smoothly, his fingers weaving through the holographic interface in front of him. The translucent screens shifted seamlessly, displaying maps, dossiers, and detailed schematics.

Don's eyes tracked the movements, his posture relaxed but his mind sharp as Gary continued to outline key details about the base's operational capacities.

"…and while the primary generator is stable, the auxiliary systems will require additional calibration before they can reliably support the network. I've already dispatched a team to oversee the adjustments," Gary explained, his tone steady.

Don nodded absently, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. The rhythmic **tap-tap** echoed faintly in the room.

Then, a subtle noise caught Don's attention—a faint **hiss** of the main doors opening.

Gary, too absorbed in his presentation, continued without pause. "As for the additional storage capacity, we—"

Don's ears honed in on the sound of approaching footsteps, their cadence light. His gaze however didn't waver from the floating displays.

Moments later, the unmistakable figures of Elle and Trixie came into view. They stepped through the doorway, their silhouettes outlined briefly by the dim light from the hall beyond.

Gary quickly noticed them, his polite smile widening as he gestured the floating screens away with a wave. "Ah, it's good to see you in your attire again, madam."

At the sound of Gary's voice, Don finally turned toward them, his gaze landing on Elle.

His initial reaction was subtle—a slight widening of his eyes that he quickly masked with a neutral expression. For a split second, he barely recognized her.

Elle's transformation was striking. She wore a black bodysuit that clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing her athletic build and wide hips. The cape draped over her shoulders added an element of authority, while the burning orange accents on her wrists and throughout her outfit gleamed faintly in the room's cool light.

But it was her face that truly held Don's attention.

Her dark eyeliner and blackberry lipstick gave her a bold, commanding presence that contrasted greatly with the Elle he was used to. Her usually understated confidence now radiated outward, amplified by the subtle but impactful touches of makeup.

'That's… definitely a change,' Don thought, his gaze steady. He was surprised, sure, but not in a bad way.

Trixie, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted by the reaction. With her arms crossed under her chest, she smirked knowingly and turned her attention toward Don.

"Well, Don?" she asked, her voice carrying the usual mischievous tone. "Whaddya think? Elle looks pretty bangable, am I righ—"

**Thwack!**

Elle's hand moved faster than a blink, landing a light but firm smack on Trixie's head.

"Hey!" Trixie yelped, rubbing the spot with a pout.

Don chuckled inwardly at the exchange, but his focus shifted to Elle. Her previously composed demeanor faltered, her cheeks flushing a vivid shade of red that clashed amusingly with her otherwise bold look.

For a brief moment, the old Elle shone through—her shyness, her self-consciousness—and it brought a small smile to Don's face.

He decided to press her buttons just a little. Turning his attention back to Trixie, he replied smoothly, "Always."

Elle's blush deepened, but she straightened her posture, forcing her tone to remain steady. "We should, um, focus on important things right now."

The hint of nervousness in her voice was there, but it was overshadowed by a newfound clarity and resolve.

Don nodded, his smile lingering. 'Maybe this split isn't as worrying as I'm making it out to be,' he thought.

Gary's voice broke through the moment, ever the professional. "Shall I bring the systems back online, madam?"

Elle cleared her throat lightly and gestured for him to continue. "Yes, let's get started."

The holographic displays returned, lighting up the area with a cool blue glow. Video feeds, data charts, and audio logs flickered into view.

Don glanced between the screens and Elle's new look, his thoughts wandering briefly. 'Different… but not bad.'

And with that, the discussion pressed on.

Elle and Trixie took their places at the table, Elle settling smoothly into the chair beside Don, while Trixie flopped into hers with exaggerated ease.

As the soft **whirr** of their chairs adjusted their positions at the table, Gary resumed his presentation, the holographic screens flickering back into view.

"For the next phase," Gary began, his hands moving in controlled motions, summoning data streams that stretched across the displays, "we need to address our timeline for integrating new surveillance measures."

The room dimmed slightly as video feeds and schematics appeared, each one displaying a different corner of the Citadel's systems. A grid map flickered into view, highlighting zones marked in red.

Elle leaned forward, her sharp eyes scanning the details. "We've isolated potential vulnerabilities," she said, her voice calm but focused. "Primarily in these sectors." She gestured to the map, and a section magnified in response, showing lines of text overlaid on wireframe models.

Don watched silently, his hands folded loosely on the table. He nodded occasionally, his gaze shifting between the projections and Elle's explanations.
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While some of the topics covered areas he wasn't familiar with, when discussions shifted to strategy or allocation of resources, he chimed in with short, pointed remarks that dissected through the details like a scalpel.

Trixie, meanwhile, had started slouching halfway through the conversation. Her head rested on her hands, her lids growing heavier with each passing minute. By the time the discussion veered into the intricacies of network redundancies, her soft snores were audible, her tail flicking lazily behind her.

Gary, undeterred, pressed on. His blazer now rested neatly on the head of his seat, his sleeves rolled just enough to reveal forearms that, despite his refined demeanor, hinted at years of physical conditioning.

As the conversation stretched on, the room seemed to shrink under the weight of its intensity. Time blurred until Gary finally straightened his posture, clapping his hands sharply.

**Clap!**

The sound was crisp, and every screen around the table blinked off simultaneously, leaving only the rotating holographic globe at the table's center. Its faint glow cast soft light across the room, shifting gently as it spun.

"Well then," Gary said, exhaling quietly. "I think we've sufficiently discussed all pending matters for now." His eyes scanned the table, landing on Elle and Don. "If there's nothing else, I do believe we can end here."

Don shook his head. "I think that about covers it."

Gary offered a polite smile. "Brilliant. I'll return to my duties, then. I'm sure the young madam will see you out, Sir Don. Do have a good day, and reach out to me once you're ready to make any moves. I'll assist however I can."

With that, Gary picked up his blazer, draping it neatly over his arm. He offered a slight bow before turning and walking toward the exit.

As the door slid shut behind him, the room fell into an odd stillness, broken only by Trixie's soft breathing and the faint hum of the holographic globe.

Elle shifted slightly in her seat, her posture noticeably stiff. Her fingers fidgeted briefly with the edge of her cape before she finally spoke in a low voice. "Well, um… we better get going…"

Despite her words, there was a subtle reluctance in her tone that didn't escape Don's notice. She seemed hesitant, as though torn between wanting him to leave and wanting him to stay.

Don, however, didn't press the matter. He rose smoothly, adjusting his sleeves as he straightened to his full height. "Lead the way," he said, his tone light.

Elle glanced at him, her lips parting as though she wanted to say more, but instead, she simply nodded and stood. Her steps were smooth, hips swaying as she moved toward the door, her cape flowing softly with her movements.

Don followed silently, casting one last glance at the sleeping Trixie. Her tail twitched faintly, curling lazily against her chair as she mumbled something unintelligible.

'She actually looks innocently cute when sleeping,' Don thought as he walked behind Elle into the quiet corridor beyond.

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