Prince Of Mind Hallucinations

Chapter 12 Raditya's Dirty Thoughts

The morning sunlight at Merdeka High School felt more stinging for Raditya, as if every particle of light carried an electric charge aimed at his pores. His footsteps swept across the concrete corridor toward the back garden, a green oasis squeezed between the Physics Lab and the high perimeter wall. Raditya needed to get away. The internal noise at home that morning, his mother's debate over cheap dish soap and his father's grumbling about lights left on, still left a parasitic hum in his head.

The garden was a neutral zone, a place where thought frequencies usually weakened due to the minimal concentration of people. However, as soon as he passed through the lush vine gate, Raditya’s internal radar suddenly picked up an odd signal. It wasn't in the form of words, emotions, or libido as usual. It was absolute silence. A frequency black hole.

Under a shedding tabebuya tree, Bianca sat alone on a cement bench. A book with a dark brown leather cover lay open on her lap.

Raditya was stunned. He tried to focus his internal "antenna." He strained his brain circuits until the veins in his temples pulsed. Usually, from five meters away, he could already hear what people had for breakfast or the dirty secrets about who they imagined while showering. 

But Bianca? There was only static, like an old television that had lost its signal. 

Zzzzzzzt. Shhhhhhh.

An uncontrollable curiosity pushed Raditya to step closer. He wanted to know if the "noise" that had been torturing him could truly be neutralized by this girl. As the distance between them shrank to three meters, the "void frequency" from Bianca began to swallow all the mental noise from other students in the distance. The silence was so powerful it felt both soothing and terrifying to Raditya.

"Hi," Raditya greeted. His voice sounded too loud in the midst of the private silence surrounding Bianca.

Bianca looked up slowly. Her dark, clear, and incredibly sharp eyes seemed to pierce through Raditya’s handsome mask, stripping away layers of his ego. The girl didn’t smile, wasn’t surprised, and didn’t even show a hint of admiration like other girls usually did since his physical transformation.

"The world is quite noisy today, isn't it, Raditya?" Bianca asked in a flat tone that held a subtle intimidation.

Raditya flinched. The question hit the mark too accurately. He immediately sat on the same cement bench, leaving about thirty centimeters of space. And in that second, something both horrific and exhilarating happened.

Raditya’s telepathic signal, finding no "thought object" to read from Bianca, suddenly reversed direction, looping back into itself. With no external input from Bianca, Raditya’s neural circuits pulled all the lust and hormones accumulated from the lightning transformation into a single explosive visualization triggered by Bianca’s "silent" beauty.

The world around the garden suddenly melted away. To Raditya, the tabebuya trees vanished, replaced by a vast bed of black silk in the middle of a dimly lit room surrounded by large mirrors.

In this brutal and explicit mental projection, Raditya no longer saw Bianca as a quiet student. He saw Bianca as a goddess of lust challenging him.

That lewd visualization exploded in Raditya’s mind like a 4K adult film transmission connected directly to his central nervous system. In that internal shadow, he saw himself a wild, dominant figure, viciously grabbing Bianca. Raditya sensed Bianca's unique scent, the smell of old paper mixed with rain, attacking his senses vividly. He saw his now, muscular hands snatching the fabric of Bianca’s stiff uniform, ripping the white buttons one by one until they bounced and clinked on the porcelain floor of his mind.

In that fantasy, Bianca did not resist. Instead, she pulled Raditya’s neck, her blooming red lips meeting Raditya’s in a kiss filled with saliva and primitive desire. Raditya could feel the softness of Bianca’s skin under his palms, which now crawled roughly toward a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. The thin bra Bianca wore in the vision—black and transparent—he pulled off by force until Bianca’s pink nipples poked out, hardening automatically from the cold and the stimulation of lust.

"Ugh..." Raditya groaned softly in the garden, his eyes squeezed shut while sweat poured down his forehead. In his head, he saw himself forcing Bianca to turn around. He lifted Bianca’s skirt with one violent jerk, revealing her round, white buttocks before he forcefully pulled down her small, damp underwear.

The mental imagery moved toward even more extreme and insane heights. Raditya saw Bianca in a bent-over position, back to him, her eyes looking toward him with a hungry gaze inconsistent with the real-world Bianca. Raditya saw himself entering her core without lubricant, driven only by the natural fluids produced by the lust Bianca felt in his mind. The sound of skin slapping hard—smack, smack, smack—a savage rhythm echoing in the void of his brain. Raditya felt an incredible heat spreading from the center of his manhood to the crown of his head as the mental image of Bianca screamed hysterically, begging for more power, more speed. He squeezed Bianca’s hips until he left bluish-purple marks there.

"More, Raditya... please..." the internal moan of Bianca in his fantasy was so real it made Raditya’s testicles throb stiffly. Raditya imagined their climax exploding in a storm of sweat, the fluids of passion flooding their bodies as Bianca reached her peak while her nails scratched Raditya’s muscular shoulders until they bled.

"Raditya?"

That call tore through the mental image like a knife slicing through canvas. Raditya gasped, his eyes wide, his chest heaving irregularly. He looked down and realized that physically he was still in the garden, his hands still gripping the edge of the cement bench so hard his fingers had turned pale, while the "ridge" in his crotch now protruded clearly and firmly beneath his uniform trousers.

Bianca stared coldly at the area of Raditya’s thighs, then shifted her gaze to his face, which was already deep red as if he had just stepped out of a sauna.

"It turns out even though you look different, your mind is still as filthy as the gutter water in front of the school gate, isn't it?" Bianca said in a clear, sharp voice, showing no sign of feeling threatened.

Raditya froze. An overwhelming shame hit him to the marrow of his bones. "I-I... Bianca, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"You just realized you have a 'radio' in your head, so now you feel like a king, don't you?" 

Bianca closed her book with a light thud that somehow sounded like a verdict to Raditya. "But you forgot one thing, Raditya. Sometimes what you hear isn't just from the outside, but from the monster you feed inside your own brain."

Raditya was startled. How did Bianca know about the "radio"? He tried to pierce Bianca’s defense once more, gathering his remaining energy to see what this girl was actually hiding behind her empty frequency.

But still, static. Nothing, signal lost.

"You... who are you, really?" Raditya’s voice was hoarse. "Why can't I hear anything from you? Why is the area near you so quiet?"

Bianca stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt, ignoring Raditya’s shocked stare as he still sweated from the remnants of that heated hallucination. "I'm just someone who has been friends with the silence for too long, Raditya."

"Something you're about to miss dearly, but you'll never get for free again."

Bianca took a step closer. The scent of rain and paper washed over Raditya once more, erasing the lingering heat of his earlier fantasies and replacing it with a strange chill.

"Don't you dare try to sneak a peek at my journal tomorrow in the library," Bianca continued with a faint smirk on her small lips. "It's not filled with cheap fantasies about hooking up in a storage room, but with a reality that might just make those 'smart' ears of yours burst for good."

Raditya froze. His mind drifted back to the image of Bianca dominating him in his mental vision, but the intelligence and mystery she radiated physically made him realize she was a predator in a different league. He felt small, incredibly small, despite his now-muscular frame and prince-like good looks.

Bianca walked past Raditya without a word of goodbye. As she moved away, the "zone of silence" she carried gradually left Raditya behind, allowing the mental radio in his head to switch back on, picking up the distant whispers of a teacher discussing test scores and the lustful murmur of a schoolgirl in the lab hallway.

"Hey, Bi!" Raditya called out, but Bianca didn't look back.

Raditya sat down dejectedly on the concrete bench, watching Bianca fade into the distance. His entire body was still shaking. The wild desire triggered by his autoprophetic thoughts had left a suffocating sense of emptiness in his chest. He realized that Bianca’s silence wasn't a sign of ignorance or emptiness, but a high-level form of protection that far exceeded his lightning-fast adaptability.

Bianca wasn't just a potential date. Bianca was a scientific or perhaps paranormal, mystery that could neutralize all of Raditya’s weapons in an instant.

"Why are you the only person who makes me feel truly stupid?" Raditya whispered to the tabebuya tree.

He stood up, adjusting his belt so the embarrassing bulge in his pants wouldn't be visible to any other students passing by. Today, his good looks and telepathy had suffered a crushing defeat in this first, mentally intimate encounter with the "Goddess of Silence."

Raditya walked away from the garden, but he knew his focus was no longer on how to misuse his new powers. His focus was now solely on Bianca. The one person whose voice he wanted to hear most was precisely the one person whose voice he couldn't steal.

Merdeka High School had just handed him its second surprise. And this was far more dangerous than a lightning strike in the morning. Because Bianca was a silent bolt of lightning, one that didn't scorch his body, but slowly dismantled the sanity of his ego.

Raditya took a deep breath, preparing to face the "noise" in the front corridor that awaited him with millions of other absurd secrets. However, the phantom of Bianca’s cold touch and her crystal-clear whisper wouldn't leave his head tonight. Something about her just now had provided a clue; he wasn't alone in this strange world, and the key lay in what she had warned him about a journal.

Raditya let out a faint smirk amidst his sensory suffering. His adventure as a mind detective had just been forcefully leveled up.