I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 110 - 104: Breezy from the Bottom of the Pants

"Bro, is it really just a dance?"

Ward swallowed hard, saying he wasn’t nervous would be a lie.

"Of course, do I not look like a good guy?"

Under the coaxing of the man with the gold-rimd glasses, Ward still ended up grabbing the steel pole.

It’s just a dance, nothing shaful about that!

Besides, I’m not doing it for myself, I’m doing it for my country!

"What are you spacing out for, dance! What, you don’t know how? If you don’t know, let teach you~"

While speaking, the man with the gold-rimd glasses reached towards Ward’s chest.

"No no no, I know, I do!"

Ward imdiately recoiled like mad. If he got touched by him, would there be anything good about it?

"Okay, okay, I won’t touch you, you do it yourself~"

The man in glasses didn’t want to force anything; boiling a frog in warm water was the best way to play the ga~

Still, Ward was very uneasy, taking the steel pole warily out of the range of the man with the gold-rimd glasses before starting to dance.

"Don’t stay so far from , I want to appreciate that sturdy physique of yours, oh, and that thick chest hair, yeah~"

Man in glasses: (͡°͜ʖ͡°)✧(ŎﾛŎ‧̣̥̇)

In an instant.

Ward felt a chill breeze through his trouser’s crotch...

He was already regretting picking up the steel pole.

"You must tell later who in this villa actually wants to kill !"

"Of course, provided that you make your pole dance worth watching."

That’s fine~

No big deal, playing at Lighthouse was always flamboyant, he had been to so Fencing Clubs too.

He often watched pole dancing, and though he hadn’t eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

Plus, after all he’s a solid man of height 6’3" who worked out regularly.

With quite a bit of strength, not to ntion technique, he could just rely on brute force to aggressively dance a round and it shouldn’t be a problem.

Just as Ward was securing the steel pole, the man with the gold-rimd glasses spoke again.

"Rember, you need to make it impressive, hmm, occasionally you’ll need to take it to the lungs."

"Sure, you don’t need to remind , I’m ready, it’s just one step..."

=͟͟͞͞(ﾟ皿ﾟ‧̣̥̇)Damn━=͟͟͞͞(Ŏ◊Ŏ‧̣̥̇)━it!!!!

One step right?

One step to impress!

Occasionally to the lungs?!

Ward got nervous again, this could actually kill a person!

"Hey, just kidding, how could you take seriously."

The man in glasses spoke to reassure the tense blonde hunk, signaling him to relax, he mustn’t be stiff when the dancing started soon.

Sothing was off, more and more off.

Ward had only suspected this before, but now he was pretty sure.

This well-mannered man in glasses had most likely set his sights on his rear!

"Start already, no more dilly-dallying!"

"Alright.. alright, here I go."

Ward began to rise and fall timidly on the steel pole.

He had made up his mind.

If it ca down to it, he, Ward, would prefer to shatter to pieces rather than be whole and tarnished!

It wouldn’t matter if the man in glasses did sothing to him in so deserted corner.

The main issue was that it was being broadcast live around the world!

If he lost his honor, how could he face anyone?

Xiaozhi watched and nodded to himself.

Hmm, good, very good.

This hunk was a naturally gifted pole dancer.

Though he hadn’t learned systematically and was just roughly imitating others,

the overall effect conveyed a sense of strength and aesthetics.

Especially those robust muscles and the abundant body hair typical of Westerners.

And then there’s the sweat sprinkling down~

Even his biceps quivered with the rhythm of Ward’s power.

Elegant~

It was just so elegant~

Oh, heavens, this must be the embodint of what it ans to complent each other!

...

At this mont.

The number of viewers in Lighthouse’s live stream was about to rival Dragon Country’s.

Although Jiang’s "Perforr" had a lot of muscle,

the view was a bit too eye-watering, surpassing so perverts’ threshold of tolerance.

In contrast,

for so perverts, a pole dancer like Ward was just perfect.

First off, the environnt was cleaner, and there weren’t any ssy spills of dirty water on the floor.

If you’d say Jiang was playing a ga of heavy oil and heavy salt for an acquired taste,

then Ward represented a breath of light, fresh air.

Late at night, a solitary man and woman, a man and a steel pole... ah no, not naked.

But looking at the man in glasses with that hungry gaze toward Ward...

Who knows, maybe one big move from Ward could trigger the animalistic side of him!

"Oh, that’s good! Hang in there! Hurry up, okay? ip: Lighthouse"

"Damn squid! Believe , Ward will have to pay a price tonight, I swear! ip: Lighthouse"

"YES, my uncle can’t wait to strip off his leather pants, trust , old pal, Ward surely won’t disappoint, just you watch. ip: Lighthouse"

The long night dragged on...

Not only the chosen ones and the weird couldn’t sleep.

Countless perverted wolf-friends also squatted in the live stream, unwilling to leave for a long ti.

Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot.

...

Several hours had passed.

The scene they had imagined hadn’t occurred.

The first to be disappointed were those waiting for Yao Han in Jiang Xiao’s live stream.

They waited until the sky was dimly lit, but no one else ca to seek death, and naturally, Yao Han didn’t show up.

"My eyelids are swollen from staying up. I guess tonight was a waste of ti."

"Eh, after all, the stunning beauty wasn’t waited for.

"Such a pity, if I had the skills of God Jiang, I’d definitely take the initiative. I’d wipe out every beauty ghoul in the villa with a clean sweep!"

"The post above represents individual opinions, everyone, please don’t misunderstand, he immigrated here from India."

"Third floor, could you maybe tone it down a bit?"

"Heh, all I can say is, gambling addicts don’t deserve sympathy! (Sunglasses-cool emoji)"

"Why not take off your sunglasses for us to see?"

"Obviously, the guy in sunglasses is also one of the gamblers who lost."

"Damn! It’s past five in the morning, isn’t everyone who’s still in God Jiang’s live stream here just for the bet on whether Yao Han would show up? Let’s stop playing the fool."

Old Wang’s luck was incredibly good, and he actually found three implentation points, all four being essential.

And he promised he would quickly find out the five key points and the important principles that must be followed for economic and social developnt during the 14th Five-Year Plan period.

So, the old man with bloodshot eyes was the first to be released by Jiang Xiao.

Old Wang was almost moved to tears. He had watched the news all night, couldn’t afford to be distracted, and had to listen carefully.

At his old age, was that easy?

If he got his facts mixed up, with this incredibly compressed tiline, he wouldn’t even know how to backtrack!

Brainstem smoking from the strain...

He truly feared that Jiang Xiao would demand he find the remaining five key points before he could leave.

Then it was the man with gold-rimd glasses.

Kuku had been dancing all night long—danced longer than Old Wang watched the news—and his legs had gone soft.

Or rather, not just his legs, his whole body was sore and swollen.

You have to understand, pole dancing is hard labor.

"Plop~"

How to put it.

A’Zhi looked at the pipe in his hand.

It was a bit gross, but luckily it was mostly oil, not too tough to clean up.

Leaning on the pole, the man with gold-rimd glasses shivered as he made his way back to his room.

Waist and knees weak, he felt utterly drained.

Today, he really danced himself into injury.

Huanyuan Kidney Fortifier wouldn’t be able to help him recover in a short ti!

...

Only Duanshe was left.

Although he simply lay on the ground all night without moving, theoretically should’ve been "the most relaxed."

But he struggled for half a day without being able to get up.

Why on earth did he think of attacking this manager?

Now, Duanshe wanted to slap himself when he thought about his self-destructive actions!

He had been through hell and high water only to fall victim to a pole beating—Pare!

Little Zhi’s old, slly feet stomped all over Kuku, the jerk, salivating over it...

Heh, what now?

Knowledgeable as he was, his lower limbs were paralyzed!

His hatred for A’Zhi had now surpassed his hatred for Jiang Xiao.

If he had been the one to switch places last night, he wouldn’t have ended up like this!

Seeing Duanshe struggling without getting up for so long,

Jiang Xiao gave a helpless click of the tongue, feeling that as a manager, he couldn’t remain indifferent. He thoughtfully went over to Duanshe and asked,

"Excuse , sir, do you need Manager Pai Daxing’s help? I think you might need to help you back to your room."

No, no, no!

⁽⁽٩(;´༎ຶ益༎ຶ’)۶⁾⁾

Duanshe used hands and feet, shaking like a freakin’ rattle drum.

Now, all he wanted was to get far away from Jiang Xiao, this human demon, this hell-born Satan—everything else be damned!

"Eh, alright then, I feel sorry for you, being mute and all. After all, I’m the kind-hearted sort who just can’t stand to see disabled people like you..."

Jiang Xiao sighed, intending to say more.

Would you swear on your conscience?

You feel sorry for this disabled person?!!

Duanshe got so scared he slamd his chin against the ground repeatedly, inching away like a caterpillar.

And his speed wasn’t any slower than the glasses man who’d slipped away with the pole!

Watching him leave, Jiang Xiao felt deeply moved.

"Hiss, disabled but determined; with that speed, it’s a waste not to go to the Paralympics, a real sha I, a normal person, can’t compete."

Hearing Jiang Xiao’s unfilial remarks, Duanshe caterpillared away even faster.

He even popped a couple of boosts with farts, nitrous oxide style!

Brilliant!

Jiang Xiao thought his night was truly spectacular.

He got to understand national affairs and enjoy a pole dance performance.

At the sa ti, he let Duanshe, the disabled person, have a deep sense of participation.

Really, having him as their manager, what luck for them~