My Milf System-Chapter 120. Dealing with bullies!

(Third Person POV)

Twirling her long black hair with her fingers, Sharon sat in class, her mind far from the lesson. She couldn’t stop thinking about her brother. It had been three days since he’d last been home. The weekend was over, and he was supposed to return in time for school, but there was still no sign of him.

Knowing how reckless Asher could be sometimes, she couldn’t help but worry. What if he’d wandered into a dangerous dungeon and gotten himself into trouble?

Her thoughts were abruptly shattered when something smacked her in the face. A board duster. Chalk dust exploded across her uniform.

She looked up. It was her teacher.

"Eyes on the board, Miss Sharon!" the teacher snapped, hands planted on her hips.

The class erupted with laughter.

Then came Brittany—a noble girl from a wealthy family, known for using all sorts of face products to try and look cute. In Sharon’s honest opinion, none of it worked. Still, with curves that drew attention, Brittany’s less-than-impressive face was often overlooked. She grinned and banged her desk.

"Forget about Sharon, ma’am. Maybe she’s waiting for puberty to finally hit. Poor thing’s been stuck on pause."

The class roared again. Another voice chimed in from across the room.

"Don’t be too hard on her, teacher. It’s hard to focus when you’re built like a ten-year-old boy. Maybe she’s just calculating how many years it’ll take to catch up to the rest of us."

More laughter followed, loud and cruel. Sharon rolled her eyes. She didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about her or her body.

Then the class rep slammed a desk, silencing the room. "Quiet, class! We don’t tolerate bullying." She turned to Sharon, who looked like she’d just sighed in relief—until the rep smirked. "Don’t worry, Sharon. Keep believing. I heard if you believe enough, the boob fairy will come at night and grant you bigger boobs!"

Laughter burst again, louder than before. Sharon flinched. They were all idiots. And the teacher? She just stood there, watching—as if she enjoyed the show.

Sharon could’ve ignored it all like usual. But then, someone said something that broke her restraint.

"Have you seen her brother, Asher? The boy is thin, weak, and forgettable!"

Brittany joined in. "Oh please. That guy walks like he’s trying not to break! No wonder Sharon turned out like this. Two useless siblings! A perfect match of disappointments!"

The room exploded with laughter once more.

Sharon screeched her chair back and stood up, her face boiling with rage.

She could take the insults. But dragging Asher into it?

That was unforgivable.

She walked slowly toward Brittany. The laughter faltered. Without a word, Sharon grabbed Brittany by her blonde hair and slammed her face-first onto the desk. Books flew. Chairs toppled. Screams replaced laughter.

The room fell silent. Then gasps.

The teacher sprang into action, rushing toward her noble student. She grabbed Sharon by the blazer, yanking her back.

"Keep my brother’s name.... out your fucking mouth!!," Sharon barked.

Followed by a wave of stunned silence in the entire class.

They had never seen her like this before. Sharon was the girl who kept her cool. The girl who ignored every insult. But this—this was new.

As the teacher tried to restrain her, Sharon hissed and shoved her away with an elbow. Then, she grabbed her school bag and walked straight out of class.

"Sharon!!" the teacher shouted. "SHARON!!! Get back here!"

She didn’t even flinch. She walked on, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

Out of the academy, hands in her pockets, she felt it—relief. Satisfaction. A strange but comforting weight lifted off her shoulders.

She didn’t look back.

She walked through the streets and returned home. The house was empty.

She growled. "Mom is probably at Ivy’s."

She thought about it.

Miss Rambrandt’s daughter, Anna, had been getting worse.

And since Ivy was Sharon’s mother’s close friend—the one who used to lend them money when Asher was sick—it made sense for her mom to be there, offering support however she could.

Frederick, a famous healer and the one who used to treat Asher had been summoned to assess Anna’s condition. But even he had confessed: he’d never seen an illness like hers before.

Sharon changed out of her uniform and ate some food that had been left in the pot. Then, deciding to check on Anna herself, she made her way to Ivy’s house.

She didn’t knock. She went straight to Anna’s room.

Inside, her mother, Onalenna, was wetting a cloth and gently placing it on Anna’s forehead. Ivy sat nearby, wiping down Anna’s body. The girl could no longer stand on her own—barely able to speak, and when she slept, she often cried.

"Sharon!" Lena gasped. "Aren’t you supposed to be at school?"

She growled. "Mom. Let’s not talk about that. How’s she doing?" She nodded toward Anna.

"As you can see... not getting any better," Ivy replied with a weary sigh. "Is Asher still not back?"

"Yeah. I didn’t see any sign of him at home," Sharon said.

"He’s the only one I know who might help Anna now," Ivy murmured. "The potions he gave me last time helped a little—eased her pain. But they’re all gone now. I don’t even know what to do anymore. My mind is a mess."

She wasn’t exaggerating. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks.

Lena placed a gentle hand on Ivy’s shoulder. "I think the best thing we can do now is take her to the Divine Church. If no human can treat Anna’s sickness... then maybe the goddess can. The Priestess might pray for her."

Ivy was silent.

For some reason, her thoughts drifted to Asher—how he once told her to stop praying to her goddess and pray to him instead.

Since that day... she hadn’t knelt down to pray once.

Part of her felt guilty. Would the goddess even listen now? Would she show mercy?

She’d broken the rules. Gotten intimate with Asher, a low ranking boy. And worse—she’d agreed never to bow to the goddess again.

But—

She sighed. "You’re right, Onalenna. Sharon! Go look for someone with a horse cart. Quick!"

Sharon rushed out at once.

This sickness...

This sickness of Anna’s truly needed prayers.

TBC