Chapter 4

Lila POV

Alysa's "fragile constitution" was a real pain.

Even though I wanted to armor her up like an iron warrior, this damned character setting would occasionally rear its head.

Like during this week's PE class.

It was just simple jogging warm-ups. Alysa was running along when she suddenly tripped over her own feet on flat ground.

With a small cry, she pitched forward.

Normally, this kind of fall would at most scrape her knees.

But the plot god's twisted humor kicked in.

Rip.

Alysa's supposedly loose athletic shirt actually tore open from the collar. Two buttons flew off somewhere, exposing a large expanse of snow-white skin and the edge of her pink bra underneath.

The boys playing basketball nearby instantly swarmed over like sharks smelling blood.

"Holy shit! Fan service!"

"That skin is so white, it turns red from just a fall?"

"If this isn't seduction, what is?"

That seemingly innocent classmate Nathan even pulled out his phone.

Alysa lay on the ground, dying of shame, frantically covering her chest, tears about to fall again.

This kind of plot full of male gaze and vulgar taste made my blood pressure spike.

I wasn't just watching from the sidelines. I charged onto the field with scissors.

I took off my coat and wrapped Alysa up tightly, blocking those lewd stares.

"What are you looking at? Never seen cheap clothes before?"

I shouted, and those boys dispersed somewhat reluctantly, but their eyes kept drifting toward Alysa.

I helped Alysa up, took the scissors without a word, and cut off a piece of her athletic shirt.

"Let's go. To the hospital."

Alysa cried and asked.

"Am I really that shameful? Am I... slutty?"

This was the brainwashing this damned world had given her.

I smacked the back of her head. Not hard, but enough to clear her mind.

"Slutty? Are you out of your mind?"

I held up the cut fabric piece in front of her eyes.

"Look carefully. This fabric isn't even pure cotton. The synthetic fiber content is over the limit, and the stitching uses the cheapest thread. This school charges hundreds of thousands a year and gives you this garbage to wear?"

I dragged her straight to the principal's office and threw the fabric in the principal's greasy face.

"I'm suing the school's procurement department for corruption and bribery, and for providing substandard products to minors."

The principal was stunned.

"This... Lila, this was just an accident..."

"Accident? I'd say it's attempted murder!"

I pointed at Alysa.

"This happened on the field. What if it was in the chemistry lab? This kind of flammable synthetic fabric. Are you trying to roast my daughter alive?"

My words were extremely harsh, but they genuinely scared the principal.

Next, I took Alysa to the best private hospital.

Not for the fall injuries, but for orthopedics and endocrinology appointments.

"Doctor, please give my daughter a full-body checkup, especially balance function and muscle strength."

I told the doctor.

"I suspect she has serious vestibular dysfunction and muscle weakness. Otherwise why would she trip while walking normally?"

The full examination cost tens of thousands.

When the results came out, the doctor looked at the report and pushed up his glasses.

"Well... indeed, core strength is very poor, and cerebellar balance is a bit weak. Also, the skin barrier is damaged. It's too thin, which makes it prone to redness and swelling."

Alysa held the report, stunned.

"So I'm not... naturally slutty?"

She asked quietly.

"Of course not."

I slapped the report against her chest.

"This is called lack of exercise, called sub-health! Understand?"

"Those boys said you looked provocative when you fell? That's because their brains are full of pornographic garbage. In a doctor's eyes, you're just a patient who needs rehabilitation training."

Alysa looked at all the professional medical terminology on the report and suddenly smiled.

A smile of relief.

"Then... Lila, what should I do?"

"What should you do?"

I laughed coldly.

"If the clothes are poor quality, blame the manufacturer. What kind of logic is it to blame yourself for having breasts? This fabric that tears with one pull. Did the school procure it according to lingerie standards?"

"As for your body..."

I looked her up and down.

"Starting tomorrow, Pilates and Muay Thai. Since you can't stand steady, practice until no one can push you down."

Alysa nodded vigorously, a new determination in her eyes.

I hoped she understood that her body wasn't a pillar of shame for pleasing others, but armor that needed to be fortified.