My Milf System-Chapter 140. Three against Sharon!

(Third Person POV)

Earlier that day, while Asher and his friends were out hunting slimes, Sharon was strolling peacefully through the streets of Eldoria, running a few errands.

But peace, for someone like her, was always temporary.

Out of nowhere, her usual nightmare showed up—Brittany, flanked by two lackeys like a low-budget queen with her court. She hadn’t let go of the humiliation from the other day, when Sharon had smashed her face into a desk in front of the entire class. That grudge was still burning hot.

"Well, well, well! If it isn’t the 18-year-old bitch in the body of a ten-year-old kid!" Brittany sneered, stepping into Sharon’s path with a smug grin.

Sharon clicked her tongue in annoyance and tried to walk past them, but her path was blocked by the two dumbbells Brittany called friends.

"You think you can just escape whenever you feel like it?" Brittany growled—and without warning, she slapped Sharon across the face.

The slap stung, jerking Sharon’s head to the side. But she didn’t fall. Her fiery eyes narrowed as she slowly turned to glare up at Brittany, her cheek throbbing.

"What do you think you’re doing, ugly?!"

Boom. That one word—ugly—set Brittany ablaze. If Sharon had poured oil on a fire, the effect wouldn’t have been more explosive.

With a furious scream, Brittany kicked Sharon hard in the stomach, sending her skidding back. But Sharon, tough as nails and hot-headed as ever, forced herself to her feet. In one smooth motion, she raised a hand and fired off a fast, fiery fire spell!

The girls flinched—but one of Brittany’s lapdogs was quick enough to summon a barrier, protecting them from the blast.

"Catch her, girls!!" Brittany barked, already enjoying the spectacle like a ringmaster watching her beasts maul someone.

Sharon stood her ground, fists clenched tight. She wasn’t backing down.

The two girls advanced—one of them, a towering brute clearly not from the academy, and the other, Brittany’s ever-present blonde puppet with hair that reached her lower back like she was trying to impress someone. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

They attacked simultaneously—the tall girl flying at Sharon with a kick!

But Sharon dropped low, slid between her legs like a shadow, and spun behind her, delivering a sharp kick to her back!

Before she could celebrate, pain exploded at the back of her head. The blonde one had landed a cheap shot, punching her to the ground.

Now she was sandwiched between the two, with Brittany watching smugly from behind, arms crossed.

No one stepped in. The busy street of Eldoria buzzed on, as if nothing was happening. But everyone knew who Brittany was. No one dared interfere. She came from one of the noble houses, her mother and sister are respected, elite hunters. So, they just ignored the fight and continued with their daily businesses.

Sharon spat out blood and dusted herself off, standing up with a defiant smirk even though she knew no one was going to save her.

She heard knuckles cracking behind her—the tall girl getting ready for round two.

This time, Sharon moved fast. She sidestepped the charge, leapt onto a vendor’s table, and spring-boarded off it—landing squarely on the blonde one!

Grabbing her by the luxurious golden locks, Sharon yanked hard, dragging her to the ground with a scream.

"Don’t—don’t touch my hair, you little runt!!!"

Sharon stood behind her, tugging even harder, eyes daring the tall girl to make a move.

"If you come closer... I’ll snatch her hair straight out of her head!" she threatened.

But the threat didn’t last. Brittany, who was still watching from the back like a cowardly boss, fired a water bomb spell that struck Sharon hard from behind, soaking her and forcing her to let go.

The blonde girl staggered to her feet, seething.

"A commoner like you shouldn’t touch my beautiful hair, you scum!!! Flat-chested piss of shit!!!"

Sharon scoffed. "I don’t get you girls. You mock me for having small boobs like it offends you! Shouldn’t I be the one mad about that? I mean... they aren’t even yours, are they?"

"SHUT UP, little runt!" Brittany stomped forward now, seething. "You think it’s just your sad excuse of a chest!? Your entire existence irritates me! How dare a filthy, ugly commoner attend the same class as me!"

Sharon folded her arms, still standing tall. "Ohhh... so that’s it. You’re mad I don’t bury my face in makeup like you do, and yet I still look better than you!"

"SHUT UP!!!" Brittany shrieked. "You’re not more beautiful than me, you trash! Beat the hell out of her, girls!!"

Her minions lunged again. Sharon knew she couldn’t keep this up—three on one wasn’t just unfair, it was suicide. Good thing they weren’t using deadly spells—magic attacks against civilians were banned. Still, fists hurt too.

But in a situation like this, she wasn’t about to play by the rules. She whispered a spell under her breath and unleashed two quick fire blasts, stunning them just enough. Without waiting, she darted up another vendor stall and took off, sprinting like hell through the market.

The girls cursed and followed close behind, forcing their way through the crowd. Sharon hurled anything she could find—baskets, crates, even a full watermelon—to slow them down. The streets became a battlefield of flying fruit and flipped tables.

She turned into a narrow alley, almost tasting freedom—then bam! She slammed hard into a passing horse cart and collapsed, scraping her knees on the stone road. Blood trickled down, but she grit her teeth and limped forward, refusing to cry.

Then—

"Shazzy!!!"

She looked up and saw Adrian running toward her, concern written all over his face.

"I’ve been looking for—what the hell happened to—?"

Before she could answer, she heard Brittany’s voice closing in. "Can’t run now, can you?!"

Adrian turned to see the girls closing in, fury on their faces. Before he could react, the blonde– still angry at how Sharon pulled her by her hair— kicked Sharon down again.

"Whoa—ladies, what the hell?!" Adrian rushed forward and shielded Sharon.

Brittany narrowed her eyes. "If you know what’s good for you, boy, step aside."

"Nah. I’m not letting you beat the hell out of Shazzy, and do nothing!," Adrian snapped.

But, he wasn’t ready for the brutal kick to the gut from the tall girl that dropped him beside Sharon. He groaned but quickly stood, helping her up.

"I’ve got you."

Without hesitation, he summoned the only spell he had mastered—dark smoke cloud. The mist spread fast, obscuring everything. From inside it, he conjured a Dimensional Door, grabbing Sharon and shoving her through before diving in himself.

The door vanished just as the smoke began to clear.

Brittany and her girls coughed, scanning the area—but their prey was gone.

"Tch! They’re good at running," Brittany scoffed, flipping her hair.

"But let’s see how long they can keep running."

TBC