brother's secret

He was taken into a side hall, where he was told that a special guest from the big city was coming, and that if anything went wrong he might be killed. The news made him nervous palms were all sweaty and his heart panicked, but he nodded and said he understood. The Lord of the city bought him for a large sum of money the night before, gave him a bath, and drove him in a carriage to a quiet castle. The castle is located in a quiet valley, surrounded by dense forests, as if isolated. The Lord of the city also prepared gorgeous clothes for him, so that he looked more like a noble. Osmond's mother was a prostitute, and he grew up in a small house. The house was pitifully small, with only one room, a bedroom and a living room, and the whole world for him and his mother. He knew exactly what was going to happen, and prayed that he would not meet the big head and big ears, whom he felt terrible at the thought of meeting. He especially wanted to meet a gentle and handsome man, just like the prince charming in his dreams. Osmond was very handsome, with a kind of angelic sweetness, which made people think that he was pure and holy. But the strange thing is, the more pure he looks, the more people want to destroy him. He lived safely under his mother's protection for more than ten years, and finally he was sold like a baby. The Lord of the city seems to have a hidden agenda in buying him, and Osmond has to comply because he knows that resistance is useless. Unfortunately, two months ago, his mother fell ill, and she spent all her savings on doctors and witches, but it didn't work. She's still in bed, and Osmond has no money, so he has to follow in his mother's footsteps. As the young prostitutes in the building say - "like mother, like son" - the children of prostitutes are destined to be prostitutes. Osmond is reluctant to accept such a fate, but he knows that reality is often much crueler than dreams. As a child, Osmond was always afraid of everyone who spoke to him, always hiding in the corner to avoid anyone, prostitutes would laugh at him, clients would flirt with him and touch him, always scared to run into his mother's arms and cry, sometimes inevitably bad for his mother's business, but his mother never blamed him, never beat him, never scolded him. Always gentle with him. His mother was also a poor soul, abandoned by a man when she was young and had to take three-year-old Osmond into a brothel and support them both as prostitutes. Osmond couldn't watch his mother die, so he sold himself for a good price, hoping to buy his mother's life. In a small town, the Lord is king. But now came a more powerful king, so powerful that the Lord of the city spent a lot of money to buy the purest brothel Osmond‌, but without even touching him to give him to the honorable guest. Last night the Lord of the city hurried off, leaving Osmond‌ sitting alone on his bed, patting his chest in horror -- not sure what his distinguished guest looked like, but nothing could be more disgusting than the Lord of the City. As he thought, the castle door burst open. The sweet music, unhindered, came in like the tide, with the laughter of the Lord and the pettiness of the shepherd. Osmond‌ finally caught sight of his distinguished guest and froze in surprise. The skin was as cold as ice, the bones as hard as jade, and the young man wore a crewneck robe with a crescent white, draped in white gauze with intricate embroidery that made him look even more otherworldly, like a fairy in the sky. Osmond‌ I've met all sorts of people over the past decade, but none as good as this one. It's too beautiful to look at. It is the feng shui of Kyoto that can raise such a noble man. After three rounds, the Lord of the Castle, his face glazed with wine, rose and shoved Osmond‌ to the distinguished guest, warning him in Osmond‌'s ear, "Serve the distinguished guest well, or I will have your skin peeled off." The Lord of the castle used Osmond‌ to please his distinguished guest. If Osmond‌ disobeyed him, the Lord of the castle would not give him the money he bought him. His mother's illness would be ruined. Trembling with fear, he poured the wine for the distinguished guest, and, without standing still, knelt down softly, touching the distinguished guest's leg, "Drink, my Lord." Osmond‌ learned this unflattering act from prostitutes. The Lord of the city took the beauty in his arms and walked away, leaving his distinguished guests to enjoy themselves. Osmond‌'s hand was stiff in the air, and the distinguished guest still did not accept his drink. My distinguished guest, his name is Charles. Osmond did not dare to call the distinguished guest directly. He raised his hand a little, and the wine nearly spilled and stained Charles's clothes. He swallowed and forced an ingratiating smile. "Offer your distinguished guest a drink." Charles knows that the Lord of the city has set him up as a "honey trap", and checks the background beforehand, knowing that he is Osmond, the son of a prostitute. Outside it was sometimes possible to encounter such exciting activities, but Charles was afraid of catching an unknown disease, so he never touched anyone in the brothel for fear of being unclean. This was true in Kyoto, where there were many brothels and many beauties, and even more so in this small, remote city. He didn't even look at Osmond. "I don't need you here." 'he said coldly. "Get out of here." When Osmond heard this, he thought that if he was driven out, he would fall into the hands of the Lord of the city, but he gathered his courage and hugged Charles's leg. Charles frowned in disgust, then looked down at the ant on its knees, and was a little surprised when he saw the face, but couldn't say how it felt. Osmond was beautiful, with delicate features, all the more delicate for being careful, but he had seen too many beautiful women in Kyoto to have attracted his attention. Osmond clutched Charles's leg and turned away. "Please don't send me away, my Lord. The Lord will kill me." Charles kicked him out. ‌ Osmond thought of the greasy Lord of the city, and then look at such a handsome Charles, such two people, anyone would choose Charles. "My God." Like a prostitute in a building, he laid half his body on Charles's lap and raised his tearful eyes. "I am pure." What a ridiculous remark. Charles could not move. He wanted to kick the pesky cowhide away. Osmond clutched his leg and tried not to cry. "If you send me away, he'll kill me... Charles, bored, half-lowered his eyes, raised his voice a little, looked scornfully at Osmond, and said with a lip: "If you are afraid that the Lord will kill you, aren't you afraid that I am a wild beast who can play you to death?" He tried to frighten the ignorant prostitute, and Osmond's face went pale. In a moment Osmond seemed to make up his mind and knelt between Charles's legs and climbed to his feet. He threw his arms around Charles's waist and lifted up his beautiful face, his eyes red with fear and his words trembling, but he smiled and said, "As you please." Osmond has never said anything so bold. Charles raised his proud eyebrows, and Osmond boldly placed his warm face in Charles's hand Charles narrowed his eyes:the slutty b***h!