You Want to be My Consort?

"Have a safe trip back home, Lord Algernon!" Huvel said whatever he wanted.

He did not wait for the marquis's reply and walked out of the room.

Chance followed him after bowing to the marquis who wore a distorted face.

"Master, will you really settle with 60% of what you have demanded of my father?" He said as he walked behind Huvel. "He must have more than that to pay."

"Fufufu," Huvel giggled. "You have become greedy, Chance. It is you who said that Marquis Algernon do business other than collecting taxes."

"Yes. Since he was almost a merchant himself, I believe he would be willing to spend more to protect his assets."

"It might be true. But he is a man who earns money by his own work, unlike your father who only collect taxes and briberies. His attachment to his money might be greater than your father's. I'm afraid he might choose a more desperate mean if I drive him too much into a corner."

"You are more cautious than I thought."

"Well, I already have a large amount of money so it is fine to give him some slack."

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Marquis Algernon could not sleep all night as he thought about the deal he just made. The amount he agreed to pay Viscount Senebres was huge but what annoyed him more was the viscount's playful behaviour. He could not help but felt that the viscount would blackmail him even after the deal is fulfilled.

After thinking for a whole night, he decided to write a contract for their agreement. If he had a contract with the viscount's sign, he could threaten the viscount back in case he blackmails him later. He brought the contract to the viscount in the morning. To his surprise, the viscount just signed it easily. It was as if he was expecting it.

The marquis felt like he was being played by the viscount and prepared to leave as soon as the contract was signed. He and his men left the castle after lunch, leaving behind the sacrificial lamb, Lyle Algernon.

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Huvel did not know what to do with Lyle Algernon. He could not tell whether it was right to take him in. He pitied him but he was not all that interested. The boy's looks were too ordinary.

He had the common blue eyes and dark brown hair. His face did not look bad but not handsome either. His body was quite small. Although it is cute, he might grow bigger since he was only 16. In conclusion, Huvel was not attracted to him.

Since he had no plan to take male consorts like Marquis Algernon suggested, he decided to use Lyle as an attendant. He was an educated nobleman so it would be a waste to use him just as a servant!

"So, do you have any objection?" Huvel declared his decision to Lyle Algernon in his room after dinner.

"L… Lord Senebres!" Lyle started to express his opinion; his voice was a little trembling. "W… Why are you making me your attendant? Do you think I… I am not worthy to be your... your consort?!"

"Huh?"

Huvel knitted his eyebrows. His eyes looked at Lyle as if he were a strange creature.

"What are you talking about? Don't you hate the idea of becoming a man's consort? Don't you think your father and I are despicable to make you go through this?"

"Umm… should I? My father said I would be of a great help to him if I become your consort. So, I don't hate it!"

Huvel slapped his own forehead. "How can there be such an ignorant boy?" he remarked inwardly.

"But I hate it!" Huvel raised his voice to intimidate the boy. "I don't want any consort. Just become an attendant like I said!"

Lyle's head dropped like a scolded puppy at the end of Huvel's speech. Still, he looked up at Huvel in the next instant and said,

"But… but if you accept me as your consort, I will also work as an attendant too! So… so, please accept me as your consort."

"Ha, this brat! Where did you learn to promote yourself like a buy-one-get-one product? Stop talking back to me or I'll beat you up."

Huvel raised a hand to scare the boy but when he saw his already teary eyes, he wavered.

He poked the boy's forehead with his finger and said, "Shut up and go to bed! I'll talk to you again tomorrow."

"But… But…"

"No buts! Shoo! Shoo!"

Huvel was confused as he did not know if Lyle was really an airhead or acting to get on his good side. He sat on a chair absentmindedly. His right hand was on the chest of the hufelid that sat on his laps. The left one was on the thighs.

"What should I do with that brat?"

He muttered as he pulled out the hufelid's half-hard cock out of his pants.

"You say Meonando, do you want to be my consort?"

His fingers rubbed the rims of Meonando's glans slowly. Meonando was too startled, both by the question and the itchy sensation on his cock, that he could not say any word other than a single "GAH!"

He softly bit the thin pointed ear on top of Meonando's head and asked again,

"You don't want to?"

"Ngh! I dare not… ahhh…"

"Really? I wanted you to be the first if I were to take a concubine, you know?"

While Huvel was sweet talking to boy toy, the door to his room suddenly opened without a knock. Someone came in and said loudly,

"Lord Senebres, I have thought about it carefully! I will do anything you ask me to so please accept me as your consort!"

"HUH! NGH… AHHH!!!"

Meonando was surprised by the sudden intrusion of a stranger into the room and instantly spurted thick white liquid from his manhood between Huvel's fingers.

The eyes of Lyle, who entered the room abruptly, went wide at the peculiar scene in front of him. His jaws trembled for several times and finally, he said,

"… Lord… Lord Senebres, are you committing adultery?!"