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Don paused for a moment, glancing back at her. Cassie bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she adjusted her sports bra, causing her modestly sized breasts to bounce exaggeratedly.

Don\'s mind wandered briefly. \'I might actually have to take her up on that offer. Who knows, maybe getting some release in advance will help reduce whatever desire Sister Rose stirs in me. Yea, all part of the plan.\'

Out loud, he just shrugged and said, "I\'ll think about it," before walking toward the living room where Winter was waiting patiently.

Behind him, Cassie brought a finger to her lips, watching him leave with a smirk. "Mmm, I like when they play hard to get."

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In the living room, Winter turned her head to acknowledge Don as he took a seat beside her. "Done so soon?" she asked in her usual emotionless tone.

Don froze for a moment, his memory jolting. \'Her hearing... of course.\' He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Forget what you heard, Winter."

"As you wish," Winter responded, her face blank as always. But then she tilted her head slightly and added, "Would you like me to research remedies for treating premature ejaculation?"

Don\'s eyes narrowed as he shot her a sharp look. "I didn\'t come back fast because I was done, Winter."

Winter, still unphased, nodded. "My apologies. If you would like assistance in finishing, I am more than capable—"

Before Don could react, he heard hurried footsteps descending the stairs. A moment later, Donald entered the room, his usual tucked-in polo shirt and chino pants giving him that neat, slightly nerdy look he always carried.

His face lit up with excitement for a split second, but the moment his eyes landed on Winter and his expression froze. His mouth hung open for a bit too long, his eyes fixed on her in utter disbelief.

"H-Hi," Donald stammered, raising a hand awkwardly to wave. His face flushed red as he struggled to form coherent words, his gaze never leaving Winter. "I-I didn\'t know you had... uh..."

Winter, unfazed, gave a polite nod. "Greetings."

Donald stood there like a statue, his eyes glued to Winter, his mind clearly trying to process what he was seeing. He blinked, gulped nervously, and tried to compose himself, though his sweaty hands and red face gave away his nervousness.

"Hey, man," Don greeted casually, pretending not to notice Donald\'s obvious struggle. "Am I interrupting?"

"Huh? Oh, uh... no, no, not at all," Donald said quickly, his voice a bit too high-pitched. "I wasn\'t... busy... I mean, not to say I was just cooped up in my room, but uh..." His eyes kept darting between Don and Winter, clearly hoping Winter would react in some way to his rambling.

Don raised an eyebrow, watching as Donald stood awkwardly, still in a daze. \'Is he even listening?\' he thought, a bit amused.

"Donald," Don said, choosing to step in. "This is Winter, my android." He then gestured toward Winter. "Winter, this is Donald, a friend."

Donald\'s eyes widened even more, his brain finally catching up. "An android?!" His voice cracked as he took a closer look at Winter, his gaze zeroing in on her arms where the synthetic skin blended seamlessly into mechanical joints.

His mouth opened in disbelief. "W-What model and spec is she? I\'ve never seen a sex bot that looks so real."

"She\'s not a sex bot," Don sighed, half-expecting the comment but still annoyed. "It\'s a long story, and actually, it\'s part of why I came to see you."

Donald blinked, still visibly confused. "O-Okay..." He glanced again at Winter, who stood perfectly still, not reacting to his gawking. His mind was clearly racing, but he wasn\'t sure what to say or ask next.

Don, sensing the need to move things along, smiled lightly and said, "Can we talk in your room or something?"

Donald, still a little flustered, nodded. "Yeah... sure. Upstairs. Right."

Don stood up, and as he did, he couldn\'t help but think, \'I might\'ve just found another person to help me with this Sister Rose mess.\'

———

Inside Donald\'s rather neat room, the walls were lined with shelves holding a vast collection of gaming memorabilia—everything from rare action figures still in their boxes to limited-edition posters of classic games.

On the desk sat a high-end gaming setup, multiple screens displaying streams and game stats, while various consoles were stacked beneath. Even the bed, though neatly made, had a well-worn look from long hours of sitting and gaming.

Don was comfortably seated in a rotating gaming chair, spinning slightly as he spoke. Donald, meanwhile, sat on the edge of his bed, bouncing a little with nervous energy, while Winter paced the room with mechanical grace, silently inspecting the various items with a curious, detached manner.

"You\'re really part of the Santos City Elite Hero Program!?" Donald exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief. "And you got a free android because of it!?"

Don brought a finger to his mouth and hushed him. "Shhh!" He leaned in conspiratorially, trying to act like it was top-secret information. \'The deeper the secret you share, the more trust you build,\' he thought, hoping that Donald would likely perceive this as Don trusting him alot.

Donald, wide-eyed and brimming with excitement, quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed with awe. "Sorry," he whispered. "But how did this happen? And—"

Before he could ask anything more, Don interrupted, his tone casual. "I can\'t share all the details right now, but yeah, that\'s basically what I\'ve been busy with all week."

Don then feigned a serious expression, leaning back in the chair as he crossed his arms. "I actually want to investigate something," he added, his voice low but deliberate. "Since, you know, members of the Elite Hero Program are allowed to operate in certain situations."

Donald\'s eyes lit up again, excitement rekindling. "You\'re really not shitting me, are you? Wow!" His mind raced, and he leaned forward, nearly falling off the bed. "So, what are you investigating? Is it the gang-related stuff I\'ve been hearing about on the news?"

Don shook his head, suppressing a smirk. "No, I\'m investigating the church. St. Michael\'s."

Donald\'s excitement dimmed slightly, confusion creeping in. "A church?" he asked, tilting his head. "Is it like a smuggling front or something?"

Don shrugged, playing it off. "I don\'t know yet. Hopefully, it\'s nothing. But... something just doesn\'t feel right."

The room was quiet for a moment as Donald processed the information. Don was about to lead the conversation in a direction where he could naturally ask for Donald\'s help, but before he could, Donald spoke up, eyes wide with eagerness.

"Whoa, do you need any help? Like, I know I can\'t legally use my superpower—not that it would help much—but I could be a lookout or something."

Don paused, genuinely surprised at the offer. \'This guy might actually be worth considering as a friend,\' he thought, but quickly decided not to rush things. He pretended to mull it over, leaning back in his chair and tapping his chin as if deep in thought.

Donald\'s face grew more animated, pleading slightly. "Come on, man! I might never get to do any real hero stuff until third year! I know I said I\'m not big on the whole becoming a superhero thing, but I really want to help if I can!"

Don let out a mock sigh, shaking his head before finally nodding. "Alright, fine. You\'ve convinced me."

Donald practically jumped off the bed in excitement. "Yes! So, what\'s the plan?"

Don gave him a wry smile. "Alright, here\'s the plan..." He shifted in his chair as he laid out the basics.

———

Don sketched out the plan carefully, pacing around the room as he talked. "The main target of this investigation isn\'t the church itself but a nun called Sister Rose. She acts weird to say the least, and I\'m almost sure something\'s off. She\'s got this effect on people... making them act strange, even when they shouldn\'t."

Donald listened intently, nodding at every word, his eyes darted between Don and Winter, who was still quietly observing various objects in the room. His fingers twitched as though he were already imagining himself in some kind of heroic scenario.

"You," Don continued, pointing at Donald, "can help by scouting the inside of the church since she already saw me. It\'s pretty dangerous you know since we have no idea what\'s inside."

Donald\'s eyes widened again, now looking a bit nervous. "You want me to be, like... an actual scout?"

Don nodded, suppressing a grin. "Yeah, but you\'ll need to stay low-key. No drawing attention to yourself, okay? If something seems off, you\'ll text me. Simple. I wouldn\'t worry, you\'ll be going in before it\'s dark and even if you\'re found just play it off as getting lost or something."

Donald\'s worry faded immediately and he nodded furiously. "Got it! I can totally do that."

Don gave him a brief look, evaluating his enthusiasm. \'He\'s confident about it at least,\' he thought. "Good. We\'ll go over the finer details later. For now, just prepare yourself mentally."

Donald, still full of excitement, was practically bouncing. "I\'m so in. I can\'t wait! Maybe this\'ll even be good practice for when we start doing real hero stuff."

Don smirked, taking a seat again and spinning in the chair slightly. "Let\'s not get ahead of ourselves. For now, let\'s just focus on the task at hand."