That Young Lord Is Rotten!

A night after a weak had passed, Jose was on Huvel's bed. He wore Huvel's pajamas which were a bit large for him. They finished making love some time ago. This time, Jose was still fully awake and staring at Huvel affectionately.

In the week that he stayed with Huvel, Jose felt as if he was in heaven. He did not have to help with chores. He could eat delicious food till he was full. Moreover, the techniques of Huvel were so good that Jose always moaned loudly in pleasure every time they did. He was disappointed that he had to leave the house the next day.

"Sir Huvel, I'll leave in the morning tomorrow." He said weakly.

"Hmm. Take care of yourself. When your butts become full and plump, I'll buy you out of your brothel." Huvel said playfully as he fondled the flat buttocks of Jose.

"Hmm…"

Jose smiled shyly. He was happy to hear such words but he did not take them to heart. After all, he had heard many stories form his prostitute sisters; stories about how men promised to free them one day. But the stories always ended with a phrase like "Hope is a dangerous thing for us."

Moreover, he could not even dream of being set free by someone to be his concubine since he was a man himself. All he could hope was to have another enjoyable moment with the man in front of him. He pressed his body against Huvel's and lightly kissed his bare chest and neck.

"Are you seducing me now?" Huvel said with a smug.

Like that they engaged into another round of intense sex.

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Huvel finished his breakfast with some pieces of fruits. He then stepped outside for some sunlight. He saw some people coming towards him from a distance.

"Good morning brother. Have you been well?" The boy leading the party greeted Huvel with a smile. The two servants following him slightly bowed their heads to Huvel.

The boy looked to be around 16 years old but there was still a childish look on him. His golden wavy swung following his movements. He had sparkling blue eyes that were like a clear blue sea under sunlight. His manners were elegant like a noble adult.

"Albert? Good morning. I'm very good. What brings you here?" Huvel replied.

The boy was his half-brother, Albert Mustero, the third son of Duke Mustero. Among his half-brothers, Huvel was closest to Albert. The eldest son, Delano Mustero, was hostile to all of his half-brothers and Huvel was no exception. Huvel, in turn, did not respect him either.

Delano and Albert were both sons of the duchess, the legitimate wife of the duke. The duchess came from the royal family. She was a very proud person. She looked down on the concubines of the duke and Walter followed her suit. However, Albert was different from his mother and brother. He always had a smile on his face and he was kind to everyone including the servants.

He was only a year younger than Huvel and they got along very well. He used to visit Huvel when he first pretended to lose his memories. Huvel wanted to treat him well like he used to but he restrained himself.

"You are too distant brother! I hope you remember me soon and be warm to me like before." Albert said weakly.

"Did I make my cute little brother sad?" Huvel said playfully.

The servants that followed Albert knitted their brows but Albert was indifferent.

"Of course, I'm," he said. "I wanted to come only after you get better but I heard you are already entertaining a 'guest'. So, I came to visit you."

While they were speaking, Jose came out of the house followed by Karl carrying his luggage.

"Sir Huvel, I'll be leaving now. Good bye." Jose said as he bowed his head to Huvel.

"Hmm." Huvel nodded without saying anything.

Jose got on the horse cart Karl prepared and Karl followed him after giving a slight bow to Huvel and Albert.

"Is that person your guest?" Albert glared at Jose in disgust. "So, the rumours that you play with a man was true after all. I can't understand why you want a man on your bed?! Do you know you are ridiculed by everyone now?!"

"Why you say… It is, of course, because men are tastier." Huvel replied without reacting to Albert's angry voice.

"You…. you!" Albert was speechless at Huvel's answer. He forgot his manners and stomped his foot. He then abruptly turned his back to Huvel and prepared to leave.

"I'll at least find you someone so don't let those filthy whores in anymore!" Albert said, controlling his voice, before he left.

"Was my cute little brother angry?" Huvel whispered to himself. He knew Albert was worried for him and he was actually happy to have someone who worried for him. However, he still did not show any emotion on his face.

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Once Jose returned to the brothel, the news of the second young lord of Mustero Court making love with a man spread like wild fire. While Jose was still in the courtyard, all the servants inside knew but no one dared spread the news outside. But when the news started from the brothel, they were no longer restrained and became exaggerated rumours.

Everyone in the city heard the story by the end of the day. Not only the lower ranked nobles living in the city but even the commoners scorned at the young noble in the story. The news of rotten young lord was on everyone's lips; in the pubs, in the markets, or around the dining tables.

"I heard he had been preoccupied with the whores every day for a long time! Now had he got bored of women and switched to men?!"

"Such a good-for-nothing! He sullied the name of lord duke! It's really unluck for the lord to have such son!"

"What noble? What young lord? Even dogs on the street don't do like him!"

"With a noble becoming lustful over men, won't the commoner males in the city be in danger?!"