Chapter 7: Deal Made

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The warden's name was Carlos Lapwood. He was about fifty, beer belly pressing against his shirt, the classic horseshoe of male-pattern baldness crowning his head. He was unremarkable, just your average middle-aged guy. But his eyes burned with the authority of someone in charge. On his right sat a stainless-steel thermos, filled to the brim with hot water. Stefan took in the scene, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The warden was ill, and it was serious. "You're that lunatic who raped and murdered more than thirty members of the Scurr family? Speak. What do you want from me?" Carlos sipped his water, sizing Stefan up with a cold, appraising stare. Stefan didn't answer. He shot a glance at Anya. She understood and slipped out of the office. Carlos's eyes narrowed, a hard glint coming into them. His expression turned harsh. This punk dared to give orders to his subordinate right in front of him? "Out with it, kid. If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm busy and don't have time to waste." He sounded downright imperious. Truthfully, he looked down on Stefan. He was a warden, a senior official with real clout, while Stefan was just an inmate. Their statuses couldn't have been more different. And in Carlos's eyes, Stefan was a vicious animal who had raped and murdered over thirty people. Contempt came easily. Stefan met his gaze and said evenly, "Warden, you've been struggling with severe premature ejaculation for years, haven't you? I can cure it." "What? How do you know I..." Carlos shot to his feet, staring at Stefan as if he'd grown a second head. Other than his wife, no one knew about his problem. How did this kid sniff it out? He'd been plagued by it for nearly a decade. He'd tried traditional doctors, swallowed countless folk remedies, and gotten nowhere. In fact, it had only gotten worse; he'd be done in under ten seconds, sometimes struggling even to get it up. It tormented him. He had money and power, could have any woman he wanted, but when it came time, he just couldn't deliver. At home, his wife was a real battle-axe, never satisfied, always scolding him, and as soon as they hit the sheets, he played dead. Stefan had called it in one glance and claimed he could cure it. Carlos felt as if he'd grabbed a lifeline, excitement flooding through him. "You... you can really cure me?" He asked, but his heart was already half-believing. He'd seen the birthmark vanish from Anya's face overnight; otherwise, he'd never have agreed to meet a notorious inmate like Stefan. Agreeing to this meeting was already a gamble for a cure. Now that Stefan had said it out loud, Carlos's confidence grew. Maybe this kid really did have a way. Stefan nodded slightly. "I cured Anya's birthmark. Compared to that, your issue is nothing." "All right, treat me!" Carlos was practically giddy. If this worked, he could finally enjoy those young beauties instead of just looking. And his wife? She could go to hell. "I can cure you and guarantee a minimum of thirty minutes," Stefan said, "but I have conditions." Carlos's expression froze, then anger flickered in his eyes. An inmate daring to set terms was outrageous. Still, if it meant fixing his problem, he kept his temper in check and asked evenly, "Name them." "I need the right to move freely inside the prison." Stefan didn't ask to come and go as he pleased. Fixing a single minor problem didn't merit that kind of trade, and Carlos would never agree. What Stefan wanted was to set up an array within the prison to aid his cultivation. The ambient energy here would be depleted quickly. He needed an array to draw fresh spiritual energy from outside, or he'd soon run out of resources. "All right, I agree." Carlos answered immediately. Freedom of movement inside the prison was manageable, as long as they kept a close eye on him. "When do we start? Need any herbs? Will it come back? Any side effects?" Carlos fired off his questions. His sex life was on the line; this was too important to mess up. "We can do it right now," Stefan said, "No herbs needed. I guarantee no relapse, no side effects, and you'll feel the results immediately." He couldn't help but marvel at the power of the Nameless Technique. Once he got out, he wouldn't need to do anything else; he could make a good living treating people. Best of all, he could absorb the illness from others and refine it into cultivation resources. "Good. Treat me." With Stefan's assurance, Carlos finally relaxed. "Hold out your hand." Stefan took Carlos's wrist at the pulse point and set the Nameless Technique in motion, drawing the illness out of his body. Direct absorption from the core would have been faster, but Carlos was no Anya, and Stefan didn't want to look at the guy's naked body and gross himself out. As the sickly energy drained away, Carlos's eyes flew wide. A deep sense of relief flooded his limbs, as if he'd shed an old shell and stepped into a new one. What kind of sorcery was this? Shock washed over him. He stared at Stefan, stunned. This kid was anything but simple. When the illness was gone, Stefan sent in a thread of Essence of Origin to replenish Carlos's depleted kidney energy. A heartbeat later, warmth spread through Carlos's lower back, and his penis perked up with enthusiasm. Carlos whooped, unable to contain himself. "Holy crap, this is incredible! I feel like I could take on ten! Stefan, this is downright supernatural!" Stefan withdrew his hand and smiled. "Warden, your problem is completely cured. If you don't believe me, go home and try it with your wife." "Stefan, I believe you. I'm heading to Red Romance to tear it up!" Carlos bolted from the office and barked orders to Anya in the hall. "Anya, from now on, as long as Stefan stays inside the prison, he can go anywhere he wants." Carlos glanced at Anya's sensual figure and stunning face, swallowing hard as a feral urge flared. He wanted to pin her down right then and there, but he knew she was off-limits. He hurried out of the prison and made straight for the club to find girls.

Chapter 7: Deal Made

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