My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 232

Jerome was completely stunned from Peter's abrupt action.

He thought Peter would have had to make some preparations at first, but on the contrary, Peter acted without even the slightest hesitation.

Peter's move was so fast that Jerome didn't even realize that there was already a needle right under his belly.

Shock came first, then a twinge of pain, followed by a surge of heat. However, once Jerome started to get used to the intrusion, he suddenly felt a surprising comfort.

But just as he was getting used to it, Peter quickly pulled the needle back out of him.

"Hey! What are you doing!

Don't move!

We will shoot you!"

the policemen exclaimed anxiously. They were simply in awe of Peter's quick hands that they started to scramble. They didn't know what to do to contain Peter, and he was simply just moving out of his own volition.

"Why are you being so damn noisy? Can't you see I'm curing him? Jeez!" Peter barked, annoyed. He reached for the liquor bottle on the table, gulped one down, and turned to look at Jerome.

"You're all cured now, but remember to practice moderation. Less masturbation, and less Viagra. Eat more nutritious meals. You don't want the trouble to come back, do you?"

Jerome, after a few minutes of silence and shock, started to grin. "T-Thank you! You're a lifesaver!"

He was sure to find some time to watch a "movie" later that night. He wanted to see if he could get an erection again.

The other policemen were all genuinely surprised to see how excited Jerome was.

Peter merely stabbed him with a pin. Without an actual consummation, how could he be so sure that he had recovered already? What a sight to behold!

The two of them looked like they ran a two-man stand-up comedy show. If only they hadn't known Jerome for years.

"C-Could you help me, too?" Doug Zhang, who was infertile, realized that Peter could also cure his disease. He lowered his weapon and looked at Peter beseechingly.

Having problems on his cock and being infertile spelt great humiliation for men.

"Get me some more food, then I can help you later! I'm not even asking for too much. Just ten hamburgers, ten chicken rolls, and an iced cola would be good enough."

Peter said monotonously.

"O-Okay. No problem. I'll get them for you right now." Doug Zhang left without hesitating. He had completely forgot he was still on duty.

Thirty minutes later, Peter was surrounded by the policemen, all guns lowered, all listening intently.

"Bro, could you tell if there's any problem with me?"

"I always want to sleep more these days. Is there any problem with that?"

"Could you help me? I feel like I'm having vertigo."

"Why do I always want to spring on such beautiful women once I see them? Is there something wrong with me?"

All policemen were telling him about their own symptoms, begging him for solutions.

There was already a large feast served on the table. There was an assortment of roasted chicken, duck, lamb, and even the hamburgers and chicken rolls he requested were also there.

Peter, with one hand, grabbed the meat into his mouth, and with the other he grabbed a bottle of alcohol. A cigarette was behind his ear. If anyone who didn't know who he was looked at them now, they would easily believe that he was the head of the prison and that he was supervising work. The only thing that would invalidate an observation would be the handcuffs hanging on his wrists.

Peter almost spat his food out in the midst of laughter when he heard the last man talk about springing on beautiful women.

Even he didn't know how to answer such an absurd question.

"There's no need to rush, men. I can cure all of you," Peter said confidently before beginning to cure the policemen.

Another half-hour later, every single one of the policemen felt like they had been reborn. Their faces were glowing healthily, and their spirits seemed reinvigorated.

They felt stronger and healthier after Peter's acupuncture.

"Well! I'm full now. I'll go to sleep then. You guys can go back and sleep early, too." Peter belched loudly and sighed with a smile. He lit a cigarette and slowly walked back to his cell.

"Thank you, thank you!" The eight policemen said in unison. They now treated Peter with respect. All their fierce looks were gone.