2026-05-06 19:45:15The 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 filled with a strange authority.
Raditya stepped inside, feeling the thrumming of psychic frequencies in the room. Unlike the school corridors filled with shallow voices, in this room, he felt a much denser energy. He tried to focus his "inner ear," and immediately a barrage of psychic information hit him.
His vibration pattern is getting more stable. I have to find out where he is hiding his frequency center. Is it in the heart or the pineal gland? Leo's inner voice muttered, sounding like a military radio transmission.
Drop-dead gorgeous... definitely the specs of a prince from another planet. I have to see his palm, who knows if his lifeline connects to my bed tonight, thought Luna, who radiated a hot pink signal.
Raditya took a deep breath, trying to dampen his personal libido which had suddenly surged due to his proximity to Luna. The space in this room was very tight, making his mind-radio suck in raw fantasies from the people in front of him like a magnet.
"Sit down, Raditya. No need to be tense," Luna invited. She rose from her chair, walking toward Raditya with a deliberately swaying gait. Luna wore a uniform she had intentionally chosen one size too small, making her buttons look as if they were struggling hard to contain the flesh threatening to burst out.
As soon as Luna stood right in front of Raditya, the scent of sweet sweat mixed with rose perfume from her shattered Raditya's mental defenses. Because Luna's inner passion was at a boiling point from staring at Raditya's masculine physique, an incredibly explicit, lewd visual transmission invaded Raditya's nerve center in 4K quality.
Instantly, the reality of the dusty meeting room evaporated for Raditya. His vision blurred, replaced by a mental projection brutally broadcast by Luna's brain directly into Raditya's sensory nervous system.
In that telegraphic hallucination, Raditya was not standing in an old building. He was forced to "watch" himself in a dimly lit room surrounded by mirrors, with Luna already completely naked.
The visualization was fierce; Raditya saw himself (a hungry, dominant version) dragging Luna toward a bed with black silk sheets. He could feel the warmth of Luna's skin, moist with the sweat of passion.
Raditya saw his powerful hands tear away the only remaining button on Luna's body in that fantasy, exposing a pair of plump, white breasts with pink nipples standing tall, challenging the cold air of that mental space.
"Take me, Raditya... prophesy me with your body," Luna’s voice sighed inside Raditya’s head. Her voice sounded very real, husky and demanding pleasure.
Raditya saw the shadow of himself fiercely sucking Luna's breasts, squeezing her supple flesh until it left hot reddish marks on that smooth skin.
Luna's inner passion sucked Raditya's entire consciousness into a primitive sexual rhythm. He saw himself flipping Luna's body over, forcing her onto all fours while pulling her hair back with one powerful hand.
The scene shifted even more wildly: Raditya saw himself lunging into Luna with one powerful thrust that tore through all boundaries of decency.
Slap, slap, slap! the sound of skin hitting hard in Luna's mind seemed to echo clearly in Raditya's physical ears.
He felt the heat of Luna's fictitious fluids flooding her core, the suction of that fictitious uterine wall feeling real as it pumped Raditya's blood flow toward his crotch.
The Raditya in that thought slammed into Luna with savage speed, his hands gripping Luna's hips until Luna screamed hysterically in a deafening mental climax.
Raditya was physically panting in that meeting room. His member behind his stiff Merdeka High School pants began to stiffen tightly, feeling hard and throbbing fast because it was forced to experience a peak of passion that wasn't his own. Cold sweat poured down his temples.
"You okay, Rad? You look like you just saw the horniest ghost in the whole district," Tio remarked, breaking Luna's hot visualization with his skeptical mental frequency.
Raditya snapped his head, trying to disconnect the radio link with Luna's brain which was still emitting cool down passion signals. He took short breaths, trying to regulate his heart rhythm which was still pumping blood wildly.
"I... I'm just hot," Raditya answered hoarsely.
Leo sipped his herbal cigarette, his eyes staring intently into Raditya's. An old compass Leo had placed on the table began to spin unstably. "Hot because of the temperature, or hot because the mental vibrations in this room are starting to get 'dirty'?"
Crazy... he really is sensitive. My 'Vibration X' radar gets a voltage spike every time Luna gets near him. Is it possible he really hears Luna's incredibly horny thoughts? Leo's mind entered Raditya's head.
"Now, let's open our first meeting," Leo extinguished his cigarette in a wooden ashtray. "The main topic. The Flag Ceremony Incident. Raditya, I want you to be honest. What did you feel exactly one second before that lightning hit your head?"
Raditya swallowed hard. He realized he had to lie. Revealing his ability to hear their thoughts here would be the same as surrendering himself to their operating table
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Raditya swallowed hard. He realized he had to lie. Revealing his ability to hear their thoughts here would be the same as surrendering himself to their operating table."I... I didn't feel anything," Raditya began to make up a story. "Everything suddenly went dark. I just remember the sky turning electric blue, then my ears rang really loudly like there were a thousand mosquitoes flying in there. After that, I woke up in the infirmary looking like this."Tio noted Raditya's words with a skeptical face. Liar. He's lying. His brain emits strange theta waves every time he talks about the ringing. There's a secret he's hiding behind that K-pop idol face, Tio thought."Ringing, huh?" Leo leaned back. "Tio, show him the thought-wave data we picked up from the community radio next door during the ceremony yesterday."Tio turned one of his tube monitors. There appeared a frequency graph that spiked wildly right at the hour of the lightning incident."Looking at the pattern, this isn't an ordi
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
