The pure love of prostitute

"You're not gay, are you, Julian?"

Doni's voice sounded flat, as if his question was a regular one. But to Julian, those words felt like a small explosion inside his chest. He turned his face away from his phone screen, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Doni with irritation.

“What do you mean by saying something like that?” Julian growled, his voice trembling with restrained anger.

Doni just shrugged, as if he felt no guilt. "It's just that, in the ten years we've known you, not once have we seen you go out with a girl." Doni glanced at Rian, another friend, seeking approval.

Rian, who had been quietly sipping his coffee, suddenly pretended to shudder in horror. "Whoa, maybe you really don't like girls, Julian," he said with a small laugh, but that laugh felt like a stab.

“Damn you guys.” Julian clenched his fists under the table, trying to hold back the heat rising in his chest. "I'm still normal, okay!" Julian replied quickly, though his voice sounded more defensive than he intended. "I can still get aroused and excited if I see a naked woman."

Doni let out a short laugh, as if Julian's statement was no more than a cheap joke. "It's easy to say that, Julian," he said, his tone full of mockery.

Julian felt his blood boil. “Whatever, I don't lose anything if you don't believe me,” he retorted coldly, although deep inside, he felt cornered.

Rian, who had been quiet, suddenly leaned forward with a sly grin on his face. "How about this, why don't we prove it? Let's go to a brothel right now. You can show us if you're really into girls."

Rian's words were like a lightning bolt hitting Julian. His eyes widened, his face turned pale. "What?! Are you crazy? No way!" Julian quickly refused, his voice trembling between shock and anger. "I don't have to prove anything to you. I'm normal, and I'm not going to lose my virginity to a prostitute!"

Doni and Rian exchanged glances, then laughed. Their laughter echoed in Julian's ears, making him feel even smaller. "Virginity? Are you seriously still thinking about that, Julian? In this day and age, you're still worried about being a virgin? Guys aren't like girls, it doesn't make any difference whether you're a virgin or not," Doni said with a sneer.

"Yeah, Julian. If you're really into girls, it shouldn't be a problem for you to go there," Rian added, his tone provocative. "Or... are you scared?"

Those words felt like a whip on Julian's back. Insults, mockery, all swirled in his mind. Among the shame and anger, there was something that pushed him to prove something to them. Even though his heart was screaming 'no,' his mouth said something different.

"Fine," Julian said in a softer voice, almost whispering. "If that's what you want, let's go now. I'll prove to you I'm not gay."

Doni and Rian smiled, satisfied, but in Julian's mind, his thoughts were spinning wildly. It wasn't because he was afraid of being labeled gay, but because he feared something simpler and more humiliating: his inability to approach women. He had avoided women for a long time, not because he wasn't interested, but because of the extreme nervousness he felt whenever he was near them. A psychologist he once visited said he suffered from a phobia called gynophobia, an excessive fear of approaching women.

In the car, heading to the place they had agreed on, Julian's hands were sweaty. His chest was tight. In his mind, he imagined being in a room with a woman paid to have relations with him. And the worst part? He feared his body wouldn’t respond. His "manhood" might not rise, and he would be the laughingstock, not only of his friends, but of the woman as well.

While Doni and Rian kept joking, laughing, and talking about what they would do at the brothel, Julian remained silent, drowning in his own fears.

"This is the biggest and most luxurious brothel in town," Rian said proudly as he parked the car in front of a grand building standing among a row of shops. The building looked more like a five-star hotel than a brothel. Neon lights glittered at the entrance, casting a soft glow on the bustling sidewalk.

Two sexy women stood at the front, smiling seductively, teasing anyone who passed by. Beside them, a security guard stood tall, looking relaxed but alert. They laughed softly as several men glanced at them, hesitated for a moment, then quickened their pace as if afraid of getting caught.

"Wow... the building is huge. It’s like a hotel," Doni exclaimed in awe, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him.