Prince Of Mind Hallucinations

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 that made Raditya feel peaceful yet ravenous for answers.

"Come on, move a little, Bi," Raditya whispered softly, his breathing slightly ragged.

As if answering his mental command, Bianca slowly closed her journal. She stood up, stretching her body for a moment—a movement that caused the buttons of her uniform to strain across her chest, triggering Raditya's heart to skip a beat. Bianca walked toward Mrs. Lia's desk at the front to ask about a missing reference book. The journal was left just like that on the wooden desk.

This was his chance. Raditya stepped out from his hiding place. Each step toward Bianca’s desk felt like walking on high-voltage cables.

As soon as he entered a two-meter radius of Bianca's seat, the "empty" frequency he usually felt suddenly churned. Bianca’s scent—the fragrance of old paper and lingering rainwater—was still strongly clinging to the air around that desk.

With Bianca not there to neutralize the situation, Raditya's telepathic nerves, which had just connected with the girl’s body scent, suddenly short-circuited. That emptiness instead pulled at all of Raditya's darkest and wildest subconscious desires to project himself.

Instantly, the reality of the library shattered. Raditya's vision blurred, the white floor tiles transformed into a stretch of black fur inside a vast, wall-less room illuminated by millions of silent stars.

In this brutal, wild, and highly explicit mental projection, Raditya no longer saw the library desk. He saw himself inside a vacuum inhabited only by himself and Bianca. But Bianca, in this telepathic hallucination, was no longer the quiet, cold girl. She was the embodiment of all the passion that had been pent up inside Raditya's brain circuits.

The visualization exploded in suffocating 4K quality, invading every one of Raditya's sensory nerves without a filter.

Raditya saw himself—his dominant, powerful inner version—roughly grabbing Bianca from behind. He could feel the warmth of Bianca's skin, which was as smooth as silk, trembling as Raditya's hot breath swept across the nape of her neck.

In this lewd fantasy triggered by the mystery of Bianca's "silence," Raditya ripped Bianca's white shirt with one savage tug. The buttons of the uniform flew off into the darkness of his inner mind, freeing a pair of white, plump, firm breasts, with pink nipples standing erect from demanding desire.

"I know you want this, Raditya... deep inside your silence," Bianca’s voice moaned inside Raditya’s head. Her voice was no longer clear, but hoarse, wet, and full of echoes of lust.

In that telegraphic hallucination, Raditya turned Bianca's body around. He scooped up the pair of mounds with his muscular, veiny hands, squeezing them greedily until they left hot, reddish marks on that pale white skin.

Raditya buried his face between Bianca’s cleavage, inhaling her intoxicating scent, while his tongue savagely licked every inch of Bianca's nipples until the girl arched her back, groaning loudly in a deafening inner scream.

Raditya felt his own member behind his uniform trousers harden rigidly; it felt very hot and throbbed intensely, following the rhythm of his racing heart. In that mental projection, he had already stripped Bianca completely naked. He lifted one of Bianca’s legs high, placing it on his shoulder, while his other hand tore Bianca’s thin underwear until it was shredded beyond recognition.

He penetrated her. Without words, without preparation. Only deep, savage, primitive thrusts. Raditya felt the heat of Bianca’s passionate fluids flooding his core in that fantasy, providing a sucking sensation that seemed to drain away his entire sanity.

The sound of skin meeting skin—slap, slap, slap!—the rhythm of savage sex amidst that inner silence destroyed Raditya's logic of morality. He hammered into Bianca with unbelievable speed and force, squeezing the girl's hips until Bianca whimpered, begging for mercy while simultaneously pleading for more.

The world of that hallucination spun, showing every movement of Bianca’s muscles contracting violently as Raditya continued to pump their inner passion toward a boiling point. Raditya felt like he was about to physically explode in the middle of the library, while in his head, Bianca was clawing at his back, sinking her nails into the skin of Raditya's shoulders in a climax that showered his nerve circuits with an explosion of unparalleled pleasure.

"Raditya? What are you doing at my desk?"

That clear voice pierced the bubble of Raditya's hallucination like a needle popping a gas balloon.

Raditya jolted violently, nearly falling backward. His breathing was shallow, his face as white as cotton but quickly changing to an embarrassing, deep crimson. He found himself standing, hunched over Bianca’s desk, his hand just a few centimeters from the cover of the brown leather journal.

Bianca stood in front of him, staring with a very flat gaze, as if she could smell the adrenaline and the remnants of passion still radiating from Raditya's body, which was now soaked in cold sweat.

Raditya quickly straightened his body, trying to adjust his trousers so the very obvious bulge in his crotch wouldn't make Bianca call the school security guard.

"I... I was looking at a fly, Bi. Yes, a huge fly on your book," Raditya lied, his voice hoarse and unconvincing.

Bianca glanced at her wooden desk, then looked back into Raditya's eyes. For a split second, Bianca's "empty" frequency felt much heavier, almost oppressive.

"A fly, huh? Why would that fly have to be chased away by someone whose face looks like he just ran a marathon while watching a p**n movie?" Bianca retorted sharply. Her sentence was soft, but to Raditya's ears, it sounded like the explosion of a grenade.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to..."

"Do you want to know what's in it?" Bianca asked while pulling her chair back. She sat down calmly, her slender fingers touching the surface of the leather journal.

Raditya swallowed hard. The dizziness from the lingering mental projection still remained at the top of his head. "Yes. I'm curious why your brain... why you're different, Bi. Everyone here is so noisy, dirty, and transparent to me. But you? You're like a black hole."

Bianca smiled faintly. So faintly that Raditya felt it might just be the next hallucination. "If you read what I’ve written here, your good looks won't be able to save your sanity, Rad. The truth isn't always sexy, you know."

Bianca opened the journal slowly in front of Raditya’s eyes. It was as if she were deliberately letting Raditya peek for a second as a warning.

Raditya’s eyes widened. During those precious few seconds, he didn't see lines of words, teenage complaints, or a diary about someone's crush.

Inside Bianca's journal were incredibly intricate geometric drawings that seemed to layer upon one another, interspersed with unknown ancient symbols. Some sections were written in silver ink that appeared to move if viewed from the corner of his eye.

Raditya caught a glimpse of a sketch that looked like a diagram of the human body, or more accurately, the flow of electricity within human nerves being struck by a "great wave" from above.

"Is this... a lightning diagram?" Raditya whispered, his hands starting to tremble again. This time it wasn't due to libido, but a cold sense of dread.

Bianca slammed her book shut. The thud of the closing book sounded completely authoritative.

"Now leave," Bianca said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Just go deal with your fake 'love letter' business or the flirtations of your lonely art teacher first. This journal is the only place where you won't find hallucinations. And for you, as you are now, reality is the most lethal poison."

Raditya stood frozen. Bianca's words confirmed that the girl truly knew what was happening to him. His newfound ability to read minds seemed to have been "read" by Bianca long before Raditya had even fully experienced it for himself.

"You know about my power, don't you?" Raditya asked, trying to summon some courage.

Bianca looked down again, reopening her book as if Raditya were no longer standing there. "It's not a power, Raditya. It's just a cosmic circuit error looking for its way back to point zero. Leave."

Raditya stepped back twice. He felt utterly foolish and, at the same time, ravenous for those secrets. Every time he got close to Bianca, his "smart" world suddenly became dark and meaningless.

He turned around and walked out of the library with unsteady steps. As he passed Mrs. Lia's desk, his mind-radio once again picked up a dirty transmission: God, that new prince... his ass is so sexy when he walks all weak like that... makes me want to...

Raditya no longer cared. He just wanted to reach the nearest sink, drench his head in cold water, and wash away the lingering images of Bianca screaming in fictional pleasure in his brain from earlier.

But, deep inside his shirt pocket, Raditya's hand clenched tight. Even though Bianca had warned him, the discovery of the "lightning" diagram in that journal proved one thing, his physical transformation was no ordinary biological accident. Bianca was researching him, or people like him.

Raditya's mission to simply peek into the journal had failed as a "prank," but succeeded as a gateway to a far more terrifying truth. And Bianca was no longer just some empty-headed girl, she was a gatekeeper currently laughing at the prince of mental hallucinations from behind her "silence."

Raditya's footsteps moved away from the library, while inside his head, Bianca's voice continued to echo in a single, cold sentence: Truth isn't always sexy, you know.

Perhaps the next "lightning" would shatter his head, not because of electrical voltage, but because of information he simply couldn't contain as an ordinary human. And Bianca, remaining calm in that corner, continued to write a history that Raditya himself didn't even dare imagine in his wildest fantasies.