Chapter 7 – A Small Scam

The bald man stuttered as he inquired if Aaron was the owner of the Love 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 affected the man and made him even more comfortable to be at the Love Clinic.

"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.

"Let's go into the Love Clinic, where all your problems will be sorted out and you can leave home and dry."

Aaron led the man into his store and took him further inside to where they could sit down and talk.

The bald man was engrossed in the neatness and arrangement of the Love Clinic.

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 before his desk.

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 at 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, gaining 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, realising that Aaron was saying the truth.

Garolt's eyes scanned the room once again and a little 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 down at Aaron's belly.

However, he needed the money a customer brings.

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 inner Incubus Lord inside Aaron mocked Garolt and of course, the bald customer couldn't hear these inner 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 this was 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.

The inner Incubus Lord laughed and plotted how to retain Garolt as a long-term customer.

"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 his customer for those few seconds, instead, he was still analysing his options.

"But if I cure him in a short time, he will be overly joyful 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.

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 searched through a particular cupboard that was filled with pills and potions until he found the one he was looking for.

"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.

Aaron wrapped the four of the green pills he had found 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 one every week and watch your erection run back to you."

Garolt was so overwhelmed with joy that he fell to his knees and began to cry as he recalled his past few years of suffering.

"Thank you so much. Finally, after three years, I have a solution. Thank you!"

Aaron smiled. "It's nothing, but that will cost you 10,000 star shillings anyway. The price for a hard cock doesn't come easy."

Garolt's eyes widened and his tears dried up in an instant.

"10,000 star shillings!"

Aaron shut his eyes, nodded and smiled. "Mm-hmm."