Chapitre 7: The Demon King Runs a Small Scam
The bald man stuttered as he inquired if Aaron was the owner of the Touch of Nirvana Clinic, a question to which Aaron didn't hesitate to nod his head. Aaron took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled as he patted the man's shoulder, looking straight into his eyes.
"Yes, I am the one. You have come to the right place," Aaron answered calmly, not even giving a care in the world to know if he was at the right place or lost.
His confidence radiated onto the man and made him even more comfortable to be at the Touch of Nirvana.
"Please, I need your help. I have this problem—"
Before he could finish, he felt Aaron's finger on his mouth.
"Sshhh," Aaron hushed him up immediately, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. Aaron shifted his eyes to his right and then his left sides before settling them on the potential client.
"Let's go into the Touch of Nirvana, where all your problems will be sorted out and you can leave home and dry. You know what the say, the wind carries our words to you-know-where."
Aaron led the man into the clinic and took him further inside, to where his own office was, so they could sit down and talk.
The bald man was engrossed in the neatness and arrangement of the Touch of Nirvana.
Everything inside was brand new, neatly sparkling and spotless. He moved his eyes around, almost wreaking his neck as he admired the innards of Aaron's clinic.
"Please, have a seat," Aaron gestured for him to take a seat in one of the two chairs opposite his.
Aaron went around the table and sat down, leaning back into his chair and relaxing. The more Aaron was comfortable in his space, the more the man loosened up and became less tensed up. It was all intentionally done to get the man to speak in detail about his problem and most importantly for Aaron, get him to pay for the services rendered to him.
"I am Garolt," he said.
Aaron nodded. "Yes, I know who you are."
Garolt was shocked by Aaron's response and at the same time pleased because it made him believe that he had an advantage to his problem being solved.
"How?" Garolt asked further, curious as to how Aaron knew him.
"That's a story for a later day. Now, why have you come?"
Garolt rubbed his fingers together and looked sideways. Aaron stayed his gaze on him but the bald man made every effort to avoid Aaron's sharp eye contact. That was when Aaron believed that he might actually have a serious issue, one that he was too afraid to talk about.
TAP!
Aaron tapped the table lightly, regaining his client's attention. As Garolt finally looked at him, Aaron smiled.
"You know, a problem shared is one already half solved or how is it said again? Moreover, you'll still pay for this session regardless, so why waste this opportunity?"
Garolt sighed, understanding that Aaron was telling him the truth.
Garolt's eyes scanned the room once again and for a little while longer, making sure that they were alone.
Aaron stayed silent, smiling at him but his smile was becoming less fuelled by happiness or courtesy, Aaron's smile was gradually drawing its energy from a pool of impatience that simmered deep down in Aaron's belly.
However, he needed the money this client would bring. And since he was his first client in weeks, Aaron had to learn to be patient on the job.
Nonetheless, he had reached his limits with the bald man. Aaron, having grown grossly impatient with Garolt, leaned forward with his chin resting on his clasped fingers.
"We don't have all day, Garolt. Maybe you do but I don't."
Garolt muttered something that made Aaron inch his ear towards him.
"What did you say?" Aaron asked.
"It can't stand," Garolt whispered again, embarrassed about his problem.
"Huh? I can't hear you, Garolt and I need to hear you so I can help you."
Garolt shut his eyes with his face flushed with humiliation.
"I don't have erections anymore!"
Aaron's eyelids flickered a few times and he leaned back to his chair again. He thought the man's complaint to be funny but he couldn't afford to laugh.
"In this world that is already hard for you humans, you lose the second hardest thing that should give you pleasure," the Demon King inside Aaron mocked Garolt and of course, the bald client couldn't hear these internal devilish thoughts.
Aaron laughed inside his mind at the complaint but it was not anything too difficult for him to solve anyway. He was just surprised that erectile dysfunction, of all things, would be his first case. No where would he ever think it would ever be.
He decided to help Garolt with his problem but he was contemplating for how long he would like to milk this customer of his money before letting him go.
Garolt was his first customer in weeks and if he simply solved his problem in a day, he might lose him for good, along with the advertising he would have done for the business.
The inner Demon King laughed and plotted how to retain Garolt as a long-term customer. Nothing too bad, just a small-term scam.
'If I cure him too fast, he might think it's not a big problem. If I take my time with him while at the same time showing him his desired results, he would willingly pay any sum and also take my business out there to others. Muahahaha!'
Aaron stared at Garolt for a few seconds and in that time, Garolt was visibly uncomfortable, wishing for the earth to open and swallow him. Meanwhile, Aaron wasn't paying any attention to the bald man for those few seconds, instead, he was still analysing his options.
'But if I cure him over a reasonable period of time, he will be overly joyed and will definitely tell people the story about me helping him with his age-long issue. Tch, this is exhausting to think about.'
Aaron returned from his fantastical land of thoughts and realised that he had been weirdly staring at Garolt but that didn't matter.
"How old are you, Garolt?"
"I'm forty years old."
Aaron rubbed his chin and thought for a minute. "Forty years old, huh?" he muttered.
"For how long have you had this issue?"
"For about two to three years now. I've tried everything possible. Please help me."
Aaron went on to ask him a couple of more questions.
After a little time passed, Aaron snapped his fingers and rose from his chair, heading over to a shelf next to the door.
"You're in luck, I have just the thing for you."
Aaron opened a small drawer on one of the standing cupboards inside his office and took out a few pills. There was nothing special about these pills but after he imbued them with a little of his powers, they became Special Pills that were created to address Garolt's erection problem.
"Here it is!" he exclaimed with excitement, causing a smile to break out on Garolt's face with his eyes bubbling in anticipation.
Aaron's exclamation rekindled the dying flame of hope that Garolt had. Unbeknownst to the client, he was only receiving a placebo that had been supernaturally tweaked by the Demon King.
Aaron wrapped the four of these green pills in a paper after soaking them in his internal energy before heading back to his chair.
He passed the pills wrapped in brown paper over to Garolt.
"Take half of these once every week and watch your erection start running back to you."
The Demon King thought about increasing the strength of his prescription but after a closer look at Garolt, he concluded that the client may not be able to handle it since he was still a normal human.
'My Demonic Energy might just be too strong for him,' Aaron thought to himself.
Garolt was overwhelmed with joy that he fell to his knees and began to cry, recalling the past few years of emotional suffering.
"Thank you so much! Finally, after all these years, I have a solution. Thank you!"
Aaron smiled. "It's nothing, but that will cost you ten thousand Star Shillings anyway. The price for a hard cock doesn't come easy, my friend."
Garolt's eyes widened and his tears dried up in an instant.
"Ten thousand Star Shillings! But that's a lot!"
Aaron shut his eyes, nodded and smiled. "Mm-hmm. Yes, I know but what is the worth of your Sacred Man Rod down there?"
The Demon King put his palm out to the client. "If you are not interested, you might as well give me the pills back."
Cadeaux
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Power Stone 
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