Chapter 3My Wife is a Nude Model

"Whoosh!"

I suddenly stood up, clenching my fists.

I wanted to rush onto the stage immediately, tear off Olivia's mask, and confront her!

Why did she lie to me?

But as soon as I stood up, several nearby security guards fixed their eyes on me, their rubber batons at the ready.

A man next to me grabbed my arm.

"Bro, calm down. There'll be a chance to go on stage later! If you rush up now, security will kick you out immediately!"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

Rushing up now would definitely get me stopped, and I wouldn't be able to get any substantial evidence to prove that woman was Olivia!

Seeing me sit down, the security guards didn't pursue the matter.

It was then that I noticed almost all the men around me were like me, wearing hats, sunglasses, and masks, completely covering themselves.

The fat guy beside me smiled and advised me.

"First time here, right? Don't be shy. The first time I watched this kind of show, I was even more eager than you! Take my advice, don't do anything rash here, or you won't even know how you died!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and lecherously recorded videos, commenting on each model.

"Number two's figure is so hot! Number five's long legs are just incredible! And number eight's body, tsk tsk..."

I snatched his phone.

The number eight he mentioned was Olivia!

The fat guy got anxious: "What are you messing around for? What, you've got your eye on number eight too?"

"That chick is really wild, I can't wait! I won't give up the chance to go on stage to you!"

Suppressing my anger, I asked, "What do you mean, go on stage?"

The fat guy sneered disdainfully.

"You're really a newbie. Going on stage is for body painting, of course. Do you understand art?"

Before he could explain clearly, the host came out to explain a few things.

He said he would select a few audience members to go on stage and personally apply various body paints to the models, calling it "artistic creation"!

"What kind of art is this? It's vulgar and degrading!" I couldn't help but curse.

The fat guy glanced at me sideways: "Then don't fight me for number eight later!"

I was so angry I almost hit the fat guy!

When the host was selecting lucky audience members, I was the first to rush up, unhesitatingly choosing number eight.

This was my best chance to expose Olivia!

The fat guy was too slow and cursed at me from behind, calling me a hypocrite and a bastard.

The host smiled and said, "I can see that all the distinguished guests present are true art lovers! But I still need to remind you again, when applying the body paint later, don't deliberately tease the models' sensitive areas!"