The weathered wooden door of Raditya's room creaked as he locked it tight. The atmosphere inside his house that afternoon felt like a never-ending cold war. In the living room, his father's voice, grumbling about an electric bill that had gone up by less than a dollar, mingled with the harsh scraping of a frying pan being stirred aggressively by his mother in the kitchen. To a normal person, it was just the background noise of daily life. To Raditya, it was a dawn raid on a mental battlefield."Damn, can someone turn this radio off?" Raditya sighed. He tossed his backpack into the corner and threw his athletic frame onto a thin mattress where the springs were already starting to poke his back.Raditya closed his eyes, attempting "Experiment Zero." He took a deep breath, imagining a giant concrete wall sealing off his brain. He wanted silence. But instead of silence, he felt the sensation of tuning into a much sharper frequency. His new body, surging with energy after being struck by l

Raditya navigated the back corridors of the school with steps he intentionally kept calm, even though a storm of mental frequencies began to rage inside his head again."Silence. I need silence," he muttered softly.The only person who could provide that "empty" frequency was Bianca. However, the mysterious girl seemed to have been swallowed by the earth after their meeting in the Biology lab earlier.His steps brought him past a corner near the sanitation area. Without realizing it, Raditya entered a red zone that any male student at Merdeka High School should avoid, the dead-end hallway leading to the women's restroom.Just as he was within a five-meter radius of the slightly faded pink-painted wooden door, his mental radio crackled violently. The incoming signal wasn't just shrill voices or assignment complaints anymore, but a high-level frequency of estrogen, scented with secrets and... lust."Ugh, did my bra get loose from running earlier? Did Raditya see my chest jiggling on the

The metal lockers of Merdeka High creaked loudly as Raditya yanked the door open. Tucked between a stack of thick Physics textbooks and unwashed gym clothes was a pink envelope emitting a piercing jasmine scent—so cloyingly sweet it made him feel nauseous. Raditya took a deep breath. Ever since that "lightning incident," his face hadn't just become a magnet for hungry schoolgirls, his brain's frequency had also transformed into an antenna for the dirtiest secrets in this school. He tore the envelope open with fingertips that now felt more energized. “To the Newly Awakened Prince,” Raditya read to himself. “You might not know who I am, but every second I breathe is now only about the shadow of your broad shoulders in that hallway…” Before Raditya could finish the cheesy sentence on the paper, a mental thud slammed into his nervous system. The signal came from the direction of the shoe rack at the end of the hallway, about five meters away. It wasn't just a sound; it was a raw tra

"Raditya? Why is your face so pale?" Mrs. Ratna touched Raditya's hand, which was holding a brush.That warm skin contact was like a detonator trigger. The mental transmission exploded once more with a climactic fragment where Mrs. Ratna imagined Raditya's hot semen spraying onto her face as they reached the peak of pleasure in that fictitious apartment."Aa-ah!" Raditya let out a soft cry, his hands trembling violently. He immediately pulled his hand away from Mrs. Ratna's touch. His breath hitched as if the oxygen in the art studio had been sucked out by the heated visualization just now. Cold sweat the size of corn kernels poured down his forehead."Are you sick? Why is your body temperature so hot?" Mrs. Ratna asked, her voice remaining physically soft, but inside her brain: "My God, his eyes! His gaze is so wild after I touched him just now! Could he actually be sensitive? My chest is pounding seeing him this close. If only this class were empty, I'd pull him into the painting eq

The wooden floor of the Merdeka High School library creaked softly under the sneakers Raditya was wearing—which now looked expensive, though they were actually just thrifted goods that suddenly looked classy when paired with his sturdy posture. The library was quiet that afternoon, save for the hum of an old AC struggling against the insane Jakarta heat.Raditya hid behind the "Flora & Fauna Encyclopedia" shelf, his eyes fixed on the desk in the corner near the large window covered by thin curtains. Bianca was sitting upright there. Her straight black hair partially covered her face as she looked down, engrossed in writing something in an antique-looking dark brown leather-bound journal.Since their last meeting, Raditya's curiosity about Bianca had turned into a tormenting obsession. Bianca was the only "blind spot" in his radar. Everyone else in this school was just a pile of dirty noise and transparent lust, but Bianca? She was an absolute void. A silence