Prince Of Mind Hallucinations

Chapter 15

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 transmission full of passion, anxiety, and a thirst that was nearly exploding. 

Raditya turned his head. Standing there was Dini, a girl with thick glasses who usually sat in the corner of the library. Dini seemed busy tying her sneakers, but her brain was broadcasting a scene that nearly made Raditya lose his footing. 

Suddenly, the world around the lockers faded. Raditya choked on the cold air that abruptly appeared in his telegraphic vision. To him, he was no longer at school. He was as if being forcibly dragged into Dini’s secret room—a dark fantasy hidden behind the girl's innocent expression.

The visualization exploded before Raditya’s mind’s eye in a suffocating 4K quality.

In this brutal mental projection, Raditya saw himself—a savage, merciless version of his alter-ego—cornering Dini against a cold biology lab table under a swinging, dim light. 

Raditya could smell the rose aroma of Dini’s perfume now mixed with the pungent scent of desire, the smell of a woman’s sweat in the peak phase of lust.

“Do it, Raditya... be a little rougher,” Dini’s inner voice moaned, so clear and vibrating in Raditya’s mental ear.

In that hallucination, Raditya saw himself greedily ripping Dini’s stiff uniform fabric. Those white buttons scattered onto the tiled floor with a clear tring sound, freeing a pair of plump, white breasts that stood in contrast to the nerdy glasses Dini still wore in that imagination. 

Raditya saw his now-muscular hands scooping up those mounds of flesh, squeezing them fiercely until they turned red, while Dini’s nipples hardened instantly under his demanding lips.

The visualization grew wilder. Dini imagined Raditya lifting her, placing her backside on top of microscopes and test tubes, while one of her legs was pulled forcefully onto the prince’s muscular shoulder. 

Raditya saw himself unzipping his uniform pants, releasing his maximum tension before lunging into Dini with one savage thrust without warning.

Puk! Puk! Puk! 

The sound of wet skin friction and his raspy breathing seasoned with Dini’s groans filled every inch of Raditya’s sensory nerves. He felt that fictional heat spreading to his own member behind his Merdeka High pants, which were now starting to feel agonizingly tight. 

He saw Dini’s expression, looking as if she were about to die of pleasure, her nails scratching Raditya’s shoulders until they bled while Raditya’s hips continued to hammer with a savage and powerful rhythm. He could almost feel the pleasure fluids from both of them flooding his brain circuits in a deafening climax.

"Argh!" Raditya groaned physically, gripping the edge of the locker. Cold sweat flooded his forehead. His chest heaved as if he had just run a five-kilometer marathon. The remnants of fictional passion from Dini’s mental projection left a stiff throbbing in his crotch, leaving him gasping for real air.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to "unplug" from Dini’s crazy frequency. As soon as he opened his eyes again, reality returned: Dini was now standing one meter in front of him. The girl looked down shyly, fiddling with the edge of her neatly kept headscarf, her face as white as snow with a soft red flush. A truly deceptive outward appearance.

"Hi, Raditya..." Dini’s voice came out soft, almost inaudible. "Have you… have you read the letter I slipped in there?”

Raditya stared at Dini, yet the image of her screaming wildly beneath him was still plastered on his retinas. In Raditya’s ears, Dini’s physical voice was immediately suppressed by the girl’s more honest mental broadcast:

“Oh my God, his eyes are so sexy when he’s all sweaty like that! He looks so fierce. What was he just doing? And why is the bulge in his pants... oh man, don't look! But I really, really want to touch it…”

Raditya blinked, feeling as if his brain had just been washed by filthy waste. His new popularity was truly destroying his taste in women; every time he saw a beautiful or cute face, his mind-radio would reveal the "monster" inside.

"Dini," Raditya said quietly, his voice hoarse because his libido was still lingering at its peak.

Dini looked up, her large eyes behind thick lenses glistening with hope. 

“Come on, call me “honey”! Take me to the cafeteria! Then drag me to the quiet backyard!” Dini’s inner voice screamed in Raditya’s head.

"I know this letter is from you,” Raditya continued, holding up the pink envelope. "Don't lie about all that anonymous stuff.”

Dini gasped, her small lips parting slightly. "H-how did you know?"

Crap! Did he catch me sticking that letter there this morning? Ugh, I’m such an idiot! But why does his voice sound even more masculine now? It just makes me so wet whenever I hear that deep voice of his...

Raditya smirked, a bitter smile that looked more like the grin of a fed-up predator. He drew closer, closing the distance until his new body scent—the aroma of musk and lingering static electricity—swallowed the jasmine scent from Dini’s body.

“Dini, listen to me. You’re a good girl, you’re smart, you’re a chemistry olympiad champion," Raditya said in a low, piercing tone. He saw Dini begin to tremble from the physical proximity. "But as for writing a love letter... especially with what was just going through your head... I suggest you just focus on studying for the SNMPTN."

Dini froze. Shame began to crawl across her face, turning it a pathetic crimson. "I-I don't understand what you're saying..."

Huh?! Does she know what's going on in my head?! No, that's impossible! She must just be guessing about my libido. Oh man, where am I supposed to hide my face if she finds out I was just imagining her pulling my underwear down with her teeth?! Dini’s mind screamed in terror, creating a high-wave static that made Raditya’s ears ring.

Raditya deliberately dropped the pink envelope onto the tiled floor. "Your thoughts... they're so loud, Din. Too loud for my ears, which are in desperate need of some peace and quiet."

"B-but Raditya... I really do like you! It's not just because you're handsome now!" Dini tried to reach for Raditya’s hand boldly, but Raditya brushed it off smoothly yet firmly.

That touch signal instead triggered more fragments of Dini’s thoughts—the image of a first date at Raditya’s house when his parents weren't home, a scene of showering together under the pouring, sudsy water. It was as if Raditya saw his future self being forced to perform all of this four-eyed girl’s wild fantasies every night until his bones turned brittle.

“Thanks for the secret admiration, Dini. But your dream date under the shower or in the lab storage room... I don't think that's ever going to happen." Raditya concluded.

Without waiting for a response, Raditya turned and walked away with firm strides.

He left Dini standing frozen in the locker hallway, under the gaze of several other students who began whispering at the sight of the new prince’s rejection.

Raditya took a long breath, adjusting the position of his backpack so that the friction against his "manhood," which showed no signs of relaxing, might ease slightly. Every step past the other female students felt like walking through a minefield of radio transmitters.

Look at those legs, such strong pillars to climb... whispered the inner soul of a tenth-grade girl. If he heard me imagining my chest pinned against his desk, what would he think? thought another student.

"The world has no more secrets," Raditya muttered in frustration.

He had just come to a bitter realization: although he was now the most handsome guy atMerdeka High School, that recent rejection made him realize just how lonely he was going to be. He would continue to hear the "disgusting honesty" of all his secret admirers before they even had a chance to open their mouths. And for a telepath, the inner honesty of others was the most boring and suffocating thing in the world.

Raditya washed his face at the sink near the cafeteria, trying to scrub away the lingering image of Dini moaning in his earlier hallucination. He stared at his new face in the mirror, searching for any trace of the "nerd" he once was. But there was nothing. All that remained was a stranger with the terrifying ability to hear every ridiculous thing the human race thought.

"Whoever sends the next love letter," Raditya whispered to his own reflection, "you'd better write a fried rice recipe in it instead of your sexual fantasies. My ears can't take it anymore."

Raditya turned and walked away from the mirror, while from a distance he still caught the echo of Dini’s mind, which had now shifted from lust to a shame-fueled rage: Handsome bastard! You’re so arrogant now! Just you wait—if the day ever comes where you’re begging to see my thighs, I’ll kick you right in your precious jewels!

Raditya laughed with a cold, bitter edge. The Prince of Minds had just learned one thing: a secret admirer who was no longer secret was nothing more than a trashy drama that ruined his own desire.

As he walked toward his next class, he remembered one name: Bianca. Only Bianca’s mind still felt silent. Amidst thousands of perfume-scented love letters filled with filthy fantasies, Raditya realized that Bianca’s silence was the most honest "love letter" he had ever felt, even though she hadn't said a single word.

He took a long breath, locking the doors of his heart tight against the blood-and-flesh-hungry collective radio-mind of the school, stepping firmly toward his next adventure in this building that never knew peace.