Chapter 6 – First Client

Aaron had noticed the flaws of the young people of Bambara Village and decided to step in and make the most out of it.

He didn't really care for their emotions or how they would feel, Aaron just wanted to have fun and make some money while at it.

And what better fun than the one that pays you at the same time?

His potential customers yearned for companionship. Even with their communal style of living, there was a lack of companionship inside the village, especially among the younger generations.

Aaron could already see the continual inflow of cash from his potential business.

A sinister smile arched on his lips even as he was yet to address Alicia's follow-up question to him revealing his intentions of starting a business in Bambara.

Alicia was surprised by Aaron's decision. Worried and at the same time happy about it.

She looked at her son in a weird manner that showed more of worries than happiness.

She had inquired what type of business Aaron wanted to do, a question to which Aaron was about to provide an answer.

"I want to start selling drugs and doing therapy," Aaron said with all seriousness.

Alicia chuckled at his answer. "Drugs and therapy?" she replied, finding her son's idea a little funny but when she saw the serious look on his face, she knew instantly that he meant what he said.

"What do you even know about that?" she inquired further.

"I've been doing personal studies and research. Moreover, it's something I've always wanted to do since it's quite lacking in our village."

Alicia smiled at him as she took a slice of bread, biting on it.

"Look at my little Aaron of yesterday, worrying about the village. You don't know how happy it makes me feel that you're getting over that incident."

Aaron's mind paused. "That incident?" he thought.

"What incident is this woman talking about? Is it something only the real Aaron would have known? A memory I was yet to access perhaps?" Aaron thought to himself.

"Anyways, my lovely boy," Alicia said, "anything that makes you smile again I'm up for it."

Alicia was a kind and sweet woman who showered Aaron with nothing but love, care and time, which the Incubus Lord believed was a little too much.

She couldn't be blamed. Perhaps, she would have stopped if she knew that the 'Aaron' she was living with was not really her son.

"If only she knew that her son was no more," Aaron thought with a regretful sigh.

"Thanks, mom."

Alicia smiled and nodded, striking a heroine pose as Aaron watched the beautiful sight of her breasts bouncing once more.

She turned and left the dining table for a few minutes and climbed upstairs.

In no time, she was back downstairs with a small box in her hand.

She placed the box on the table and slid it over to her son.

"Take," she said, handing him the box.

Aaron was sceptical at first but yielded and collected the box from her.

He opened it and his eyes broadened as he saw the contents of the box.

It was money. A lot of money.

Aaron looked at Alicia and then at the box. He was happy and at the same time so speechless that he couldn't express his happiness.

Alicia had shattered a major obstacle to his proposed business venture — capital.

With profound joy, Aaron hurried up with his meals, intermittently catching his mother's gaze as she stared at him with doe eyes.

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Several days have passed since the day that Aaron was given a huge sum by Alicia.

He was loving his new life as things were moving smoothly, even more than he had anticipated.

"I guess the Stream of Life must be greatly disappointed, hehe."

Aaron had purchased a shop for his business and was setting up for opening.

With a little of his money, he called for carpenters who did the woodwork and every other thing required over days.

"That's good," Aaron commented as he watched the building from outside on the final day of work.

It was finished and he had himself a well-furnished shop with a name sign hanging above the entrance.

He strolled in and admired the inside of the place, pleased with how it turned out and the arrangement likewise.

It was ready albeit not opened yet.

Aaron had succeeded in building his shop, which he named the Love Clinic.

The Love Clinic was situated centre of the Bambara Village where everyone could reach him without any problems.

"We're good to go then," Aaron declared with a satisfactory grin plastered on his face.

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A week passed.

Another week passed.

And another after that.

It's been over three weeks since he opened his clinic and nothing seemed to be happening.

On the first day, he had no customers. It was the same with the second, third, fourth and fifth days and this lingered up until now.

The only day that people visited the Love Clinic was on the sixth day but sadly, they were just a bunch of kids that had come to beg alms from Aaron.

Aaron wasted no time in discharging them but these children remained persistent until they could get some money from him.

Another week passed and Aaron was yet to get even one client.

"Tsk, it wasn't supposed to be this hard," he lamented in solitude as he sat at the entrance of his clinic with his face rested on his palm while sitting with legs crossed.

"Every young person in this village needs my help with that other part of their lives. They are lonely and are probably going to die alone. Tch!"

During his time surveying the village, Aaron knew that his business idea was going to sell in theory. He planned to open a Love Clinic and offer professional advice and care to the rejected and devoid of love.

As an Incubus Lord, he had more than an ocean of experiences in sensual matters and a little bit of love affairs and his kind of business sells.

"Love and sex sell," he would repeat to motivate himself.

Aaron had it all figured out but in reality, it was starting to look like he had taken a wrong decision.

He sighed, looking out into the empty street that was in front of it.

A gust of wind blew past, making the metallic name sign of his store clatter.

"I should nail that sign properly," he said as he stood up and walked outside.

Aaron stood outside, looking at the sign that had gone loose at one of its ends and speculating the best way to fix his nail into it.

As he took his time to observe the sign, someone walked up from behind him.

"Hello," the voice said, gently tapping Aaron from behind.

Aaron turned to see the person and it was a middle-aged man with a bald head. His bald head made Aaron reflexively chuckle as the man's appearance brought back memories of Ser Hathor, the Great Bald Knight, from his past life.

"A-Are you... the o-owner of... this Love Clinic?" the man asked with a quavering voice.

Aaron's lips immediately arched into a big smile as he looked at the man with passion burning in his eyes.

"A client?" he thought to himself.