Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 10

All servants, big and small stood aghast at the sight that unfolded before them. Some of these servants were generational servants whose parents and grandparents served before them. So they knew better than anyone the temperaments of these scary Masters. Even those who were handpicked from the streets could vaguely gauge the character of these Masters, and they were also dumbfounded. Their jobs as loyal servants were to serve and not question, to satisfy and not wonder. But they can't help but want to jump out and start to gossip with one another about what they saw. But of course, as esteemed servants in a powerful family, they held themselves back from cracking beneath their desires.

They took a breath in and watched as the once unloved and a punching bag young master sat idle on the patriarch's strong lap. Hanbal, still skinny and pale, looked small in comparison to the Great Duke's mighty body. His hair, long and now silky, flowed down the Duke's chest like a waterfall while his legs hung a foot or so above ground. It was like a little white rabbit sitting on top of a golden throne. In his hands was a warm glass of pearl white milk that looked way too small in Hanbal's thin hands. But that wasn't what stunned them most. What they were most surprised that the Duke who they served with their lives, served someone who they've looked down on. The Duke's rugged hands supported the warm glass of milk without an ounce of annoyance anywhere on his face. Instead, he looked content and proud.

If they were an outsider, it would look like your typical father-son bonding moment. Why would a stone-cold man who's basically at the pinnacle of humankind and who's well known for his brutal way of dealing with obstacles act so gently towards a child he previously threw out to the wolves? The same child who he allowed them to bully for their pleasure?

Ah, oh, dear.

They were too busy gawking and didn't seem to realize their faults. It was no secret that some servants in the Mansion had taken it upon themselves to torment the weak Hanbal since the beginning of his birth. They had taken pleasure in making sure Hanbal knew he was lower than scum. This was the epitome of a food chain. Once the predators have captured the scent of weak and helpless prey, they hunt down and feast upon the prey with hunger and desire. To those servants, Hanbal was the prey at the very bottom of the food chain. And now that Hanbal had risen up to a rank higher than them, punishment and revenge is the only thing that is in mind.

The servants sighed in pity at the servants who is doomed to suffer the consequences of their actions. They remember the past, the way these servants laughed as they tormented the poor child. They weren't all innocent either since all they did was just watch, but what else can they do? They were the same rank. They just hope out of goodwill, the servants will be let go easily through a quick death.

"Now, now, drink carefully, the milk is still warm," Osric cooed, his large gloved hand patting Hanbal's back slightly. His eyes warm with affection and a small twitch on his lips was akin to a smile.

"Mhm," Hanbal hummed, too busy lapping the pearl white milk and looking at the ground. Just looking at Hanbal made him shake violently out of fear and insecurity. He can't help but think that if Osric was real in his world, he would have millions of fans calling him dilf and worshiping the ground he walked on. His looks were one thing, but his height was an entirely different thing. Maybe he would even be scouted by basketball captains.

"There, are you feeling better now?" Osric placed the milk on the table and gently swayed Hanbal in his arms as if trying to coerce Hanbal to go to sleep. "Drink more and you'll be as plump as a pig in no time."

Hanbal wanted to roll his eyes but stopped himself and acted meek. Why did it feel like he's been fattening up to be slaughtered?

"But, youre still cute as you are right now."