2026-05-01 20:15:24Raditya 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 field?" a tenth-grade student's inner voice seeped in, followed by a visual image of her hands fumbling with her innerwear straps.
Raditya tried to turn back, but he suddenly froze. His feet were as if glued to the cold tiled floor when a much stronger, wilder, and highly explicit mental transmission exploded right in his temporal lobe. The signal came from behind the toilet door, from a popular student named Clarissa who was primping herself in front of the fogged-up mirror.
Instantly, the physical reality in the hallway faded for Raditya. He was dragged into Clarissa’s Mental Cinema, triggered by puberty hormones exploding due to Raditya’s new charm.
In this brutal mental projection, Raditya was no longer standing in the corridor. He was forced to watch a 4D visualization where Clarissa was inside this cramped toilet stall with him. The image was vivid: Clarissa was sitting on the porcelain sink, her skirt hitched up to her waist, showcasing her smooth, flushed, white thighs.
Raditya saw himself, his highly dominant alter ego version, standing between Clarissa’s wide-open legs. The pungent aroma of passion, a mixture of strawberry perfume and sweet female sweat, assaulted Raditya’s mental senses. Inside Clarissa’s fantasy, Raditya’s muscular hands ripped open the buttons of her uniform with a single savage pull, letting her taut, swelling chest break free from the confinement of the fabric.
"Rougher, Raditya... please..." moaned Clarissa’s voice in Raditya’s head, a voice starved for conquest.
In that heated visualization, Raditya saw himself grabbing Clarissa’s hair, pulling it back, forcing her to look into the mirror while his tongue greedily explored her neck and chest.
Raditya could feel the fictional heat spreading between Clarissa’s thighs, the natural fluid of passion beginning to flood her core. Raditya saw a mental image where he entered her without preamble in a savage thrust that made Clarissa’s body shake violently a top the sink.
Slap, slap, slap!
The sound of wet skin friction in Clarissa’s mind echoed in rhythm with her labored breathing. Raditya saw himself pounding Clarissa with a savage rhythm, his hands squeezing her buttocks until they left hot, red marks.
Inside Clarissa’s head, the world felt like it was ending in painful pleasure. Raditya felt the contraction of Clarissa’s fictional uterine walls gripping him tightly with every thrust, until that passion peaked in a deafening inner scream.
"Ahhh... yes, there! Keep going, Raditya!" Clarissa’s inner voice screamed, followed by the image of a burst of pleasure that flooded their bodies in an embrace full of sweat and uncontrolled, animalistic passion.
"Insane... this is truly the apocalypse of sanity!" Raditya physically choked, gripping the corridor wall to support his suddenly weak body.
His blood rushed rapidly toward his groin; his own member was now hardening and throbbing behind his uniform trousers, which began to feel tight and torturous. Being a mental detective in the ladies' room turned out to be the most dangerous mission for his morality.
Yet, curiosity mixed with nausea drove him to remain still for a moment, trying to filter for other signals that might contain clues about Bianca.
Instead of Bianca, he caught a signal from the end stall. An inner voice full of cunning and victory. This signal came from Mira, Bianca’s nemesis in the literature club.
Ha, suffer, Bianca. I’ve already marked the pages of that journal you treasure so much. Just wait until recess; I’m going to rip out the most secret parts so the whole school knows you’re actually a worshiper of some weird cult or whatever. So that handsome Raditya knows his taste is trash if he chooses you.
Raditya jerked. His "detective" frequency activated instantly.
"Journal?" he thought. This was valuable information that could lead him to Bianca. He sharpened his focus, trying to pull visual memories from Mira’s head to find the exact location where the journal was hidden.
In the fragments of Mira’s thoughts, Raditya saw a secret drawer on the bottom shelf of the library, behind a row of old books on Occult themes.
"There..." Raditya murmured softly.
However, the courage of this "Absurd Detective" reached its limit when the women's restroom door suddenly opened with a sharp jerk.
Mira stepped out with a look of triumph, her lips still wet from just applying bright red lipstick. Her steps stopped completely when she saw Raditya standing frozen just one meter from the restroom door, his face flushed red, cold sweat dripping, and with a bulge in his trousers clear enough for anyone looking closely to see.
A terrifying silence hung between them for a few seconds.
"R-Raditya?" Mira’s voice squeaked, somewhere between shock and disbelief.
Inside Mira’s mind, a storm of thoughts exploded: WHAT?! Raditya is standing in front of the girls' room?! What is he doing?! Why does he look so horny? Crazy... is he secretly a peeping tom?! But swear to god, a peeping tom looks exotic if he’s as handsome as him. Don't tell me he was waiting for me?! Oh my god, my heart! But wait, did this bastard hear my moans earlier when I was fantasizing inside?! I'M SCREWED!
Raditya froze, his mind searching for the most logical excuse at lightning speed, but the noise from Mira’s panicked inner voice made it difficult for him to speak.
"E-uh... Mira. I... I was just..." Raditya tried to step back, but Mira stepped closer instead, her sharp eyes staring directly at Raditya’s thigh area.
"Waiting for someone, Rad? Or... do you have a hobby of researching the anatomy of sounds behind this door?" Mira asked with a sarcastic tone, though her inner voice screamed: Geez, look at that thing... it’s so stiff.
Definitely, he was listening to Clarissa playing with herself in stall one! Damn, why wasn't I the one in Clarissa's position earlier?!
Raditya realized his position was highly disadvantageous. His prince-like reputation could be destroyed in seconds if Mira shouted.
"I'm looking for a cat! Yes, a cat!" Raditya said in a hoarse voice that sounded highly unconvincing. "A tabby cat ran in here earlier, I was afraid it would bother a student who was... uh, peeing."
Mira smirked cunningly.
Mira's inner thought: Cat my foot! Don't act, you perverted prince. I know you were listening in earlier. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me, as long as you let me invite you to 'hunt for cats' together in the school storage room after this.
"A cat, huh? Wow, you really care about the safety of the restroom," Mira teased, while deliberately brushing against Raditya’s shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity and a wave of thick, intense lust.
Mira played out a scenario in her head where she forced Raditya to his knees right there in this deserted corridor.
Raditya was losing his mind. In another corner of his consciousness, he could still hear Clarissa inside the restroom, her inner thoughts moaning as she reached a climax alone, her mind filled with him. The mental voices of the two girls collided in the center of his skull, creating a suffocating distortion of desire.
"Sorry, I have to go!" Raditya snapped. He spun on his heel and sprinted down the hallway as fast as he could, fleeing the feminine scent that now felt like a toxin to his nervous system.
"Raditya! Wait! You forgot a kitten!" Mira yelled after him, laughing uncontrollably, though her inner self was stinging with disappointment: Damn it, he actually bolted. I was all set to 'pounce' if he’d stayed put. What a mysterious prince!
Raditya didn't stop until he reached the second floor of the main building, where the space was more open and the air was cooler. He leaned back against the cold concrete wall, trying to steady his frantic breathing. He glanced down, staring at the humiliating bulge still visible in his pants.
"Goddamn telepathy... this isn't a power, it's just the fastest way to become a total creep," he cursed under his breath.
Yet, despite the shame and the lingering pulses of arousal, the information Mira had dropped stuck with him, Bianca’s journal was on the occult shelf in the library. Raditya knew that even though he’d just been humiliated as some sort of ladies' room detective, he’d found the key to unraveling the mystery of Bianca.
Bianca’s world might be a blank spot on his radar, but her tracks were written in a book currently threatened by Mira’s envy. Raditya took a deep breath, smoothing out his posture to hide the turmoil in his pants as best he could, and set off with a cold, hardened expression.
He wouldn’t let Mira or anyone else touch the only silence left in this school full of filthy noise. The absurd detective had a new target, and this time, his mission would be much cleaner and far more dangerous, than lurking outside a girls' restroom.
Raditya checked his watch. The bell ending the break would ring in five minutes. He had to get to the library before that journal fell into Mira’s hands.
"Wait for me, Bianca," Raditya whispered to the corridor breeze, which was already beginning to carry the millions of new thoughts ready to bombard him once more.
Tonight, he realized that being a prince of the mind was a full-time job without a pause button, and he had to start getting used to hallucinations that felt far more real than reality itself.
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Chapter 22
The wooden door on the fourth floor of the old west wing groaned loudly as Raditya pushed it open. The air inside the room felt much heavier, as if the oxygen particles there had blended with the dust of ancient books, incense smoke masked by jasmine perfume, and the scent of overheated electronic circuits.The Absurd Paranormal Club’s meeting room was a systematic aesthetic mess. Flying saucer posters clashed with star constellation maps, several old tube monitors flickered with static noise, and a large round table with a cracked crystal ball placed in its center served as the room's center of gravity.Leo was sitting there, lighting a herbal cigarette that smelled like burning dry grass. Beside him, Tio was typing rapidly on a laptop covered in Illuminati stickers, while Luna sat cross-legged on a chair, her fingers busy twirling the ends of her hair as she stared at Raditya with an intensity that was almost predatory."Finally, Subject X arrives," Leo said, his voice husky yet fil
Chapter 21
The scent of stale hallway dust and lemon-scented floor cleaner provided a dull backdrop for Raditya as he shut his locker door with a soft thud. His head was still buzzing—a static symphony of the shallow thoughts of passing students. Some were thinking about discounts on running shoes, others were anxious about a pimple on their backside, and of course, the majority of the female students who crossed his path radiated waves of admiration for his new face that bordered on aggressive."Hey, Thunder Prince."The deep, raspy voice broke Raditya's concentration. He turned to find Leo, the President of the Absurd Paranormal Club, leaning against the wall in a self-consciously mysterious pose. His oversized trench coat—worn despite Jakarta's sweltering heat—made him look like a failed detective character from a 90s noir film."Leo," Raditya replied curtly, tightening his backpack straps. "What is it now?"Raditya tried to focus his "antennas." He strained his brain's circuitry to pierce th
Chapter 20
Raditya rested his forehead against the cold metal door of his locker, trying to dampen the throbbing in his temples. His encounter with Bianca in the library had truly drained his energy. The girl's silence wasn't just an absence of sound, but a vacuum that seemed to suck away his entire telepathic life force. However, just as he intended to step toward the school gate to go home, his mental radio crackled violently again.The signal came from the direction of the Chemistry lab hallway. It wasn't one, but three inner frequencies intersecting with a very serious, almost conspiratorial tone.Three o'clock. Behind the heavy equipment shed. Don't be late, or the portal will close before the negative emotions of the other students can fuel it, a heavy, vibrating inner voice entered Raditya's head. It belonged to Leo, the president of the school's strangest club, whose reputation was nothing more than an urban myth.Raditya frowned. His curiosity—or perhaps the absurd detective instinct th
Chapter 19
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
Chapter 18
The lights of the Sky-Light rooftop cafe glowed dimly, reflecting off the cold glass table surface. Raditya sat with his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing arm muscles that were now veiny and solid. Ever since that bolt of lightning, his body no longer belonged to the frail nerd he once was. Across from him, Siska—a girl with shoulder-length hair and a shy smile—kept fidgeting with the end of her straw."You... you’ve really changed, Rad," Siska murmured, her face flushing under the orange glow of the lights. "Back then, I only ever dared to watch you from a distance in the library. Sitting across from you like this feels like a dream."Raditya gave a thin smile, a prince-like grin capable of paralyzing logic. However, behind that smile, his brain was screaming. The "mind-radio" inside his head was tuning into Siska's inner frequency at maximum volume."Oh my god, he is so hot! Look at that jawline, I just want to bite it. Does he use skin whitener? But how does he
Chapter 17
"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
