The pure love of prostitute

gay, are y

those words felt like a small explosion inside his chest. He turned his face a

g like that?" Julian growled, his vo

he ten years we've known you, not once have we seen you go out wi

to shudder in horror. "Whoa, maybe you really don't like girls, Ju

ng in his chest. "I'm still normal, okay!" Julian replied quickly, though his voice sounded m

nt was no more than a cheap joke. "It's easy to sa

ose anything if you don't believe me," he retort

on his face. "How about this, why don't we prove it? Let's go to

?! Are you crazy? No way!" Julian quickly refused, his voice trembling between shock and anger. "I do

irginity? Are you seriously still thinking about that, Julian? In this day and age, you're still worried about being a

ouldn't be a problem for you to go there," Rian a

nd. Among the shame and anger, there was something that pushed him to prove something

st whispering. "If that's what you want, le

mething 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 extrem

agined being in a room with a woman paid to have relations with him. And the worst part? He feared his body wouldn't res

alking about what they would do at the brothel,

ront of a grand building standing among a row of shops. The building looked more like a five-star hot

m, a security guard stood tall, looking relaxed but alert. They laughed softly as several men gl

a hotel," Doni exclaimed in awe, his e

d be hidden and dark. He had imagined something dingy, dirty, and filled with cigarette smoke-like what he often saw in movies. But this pla

d, with the pride of a tour guide. "Most of the girls are young

lot about this place, Rian. Don't tell me you're a

s an unspoken confession. Julian eyed him sharply, toying with a threat on the tip of hi

y wife, she'll kill me if she finds out I come here often!" His tone grew serious,

ill come to places like this," he teased, shrugging as he enjoyed watching Rian's p

Are we going in or not? We've been standing here for ages, and there are mosquitoes, yo

'll introduce you to the owner of this place." With a casual yet

m inside. As soon as he stepped through the large glass d

igh ceiling, casting a soft light that created a warm and intimate atmosphere. The polished white marble floor gleamed under their shoes, while pl

ys pictured-full of cigarette smoke and harsh laughter. There was no stench of alcohol or loud m

joked, laughed, without a hint of awkwardness. Julian, on the other hand, f

," Doni called from ahead, waving at him

still picture the worst-case scenario: the girl would laugh at him if he got nervous. Or worse, he wouldn't be able to 'perfor

himself repeatedly, trying to convince himself. But deep down, a small

n who suddenly approached them. She looked much younger than her age. Even though she was nearing fifty, her body was well-maintai

ad the chance to stop by," he replied, half-joking, as if hinting that visit

oman answered, glancing at her watch. Her gaze then shifted to Doni and Julian, who stood stiffly beside

ievous grin. "This is Julian, and that's Doni. They're here for... well, I'm

everyone prefers to call me Madam," she said, her voice filled with the kind of false warmth typical of places like this. "I own this place