2026-04-11 15:36:20The smell of damp old paper and lingering floor disinfectant was Raditya's last line of defense. He stepped inside the Merdeka High School Library hoping for one thing: silence. To him, after the canteen drama that left his brain feeling baked by the collective lust of the entire student body, the library was supposed to be a sanctuary. A temple of quiet where his brain frequency could rest.
But Raditya quickly realized that "silence" was the biggest lie on earth. Physically, the library was indeed as quiet as a hero’s grave at midnight, but telepathically, this place was a low-frequency battlefield, sharper and more dangerous.
Bu Lia, the chubby librarian with glasses tethered by a chain around her neck, sat behind the circulation desk. Her mouth was busy chewing gum slowly, but her inner voice screamed something completely contradictory to her placid face.
Damn it, whose armpit smell is this? Can't these snot-nosed brats go one day without making the library carpet stink even more? If it weren't for the salary and pension, I'd rather sell street food in front of the school than deal with these piles of dust.
Raditya flinched. He averted his gaze from Bu Lia, pretending to search for the Sociology reference section. Bu Lia’s thought wasn't just annoyed; it felt like the sound of iron grating in his head. He tried to filter the noise, suppressing the librarian’s inner volume, then moved toward the rearmost aisle, which students rarely visited.
There, he found several students sitting far apart. One pair were pretending to study together with textbooks open wide between them. Aris and Dina. Aris, the reserve basketball player whose speech was always pretentiously poetic, and Dina, the student who always seemed modest with a skirt precisely three fingers below her knee.
Raditya intended to pass them without interruption, but his mind radio felt violently pulled by a high-voltage cable as he entered a two-meter radius of their space.
What Raditya's brain captured was 4K sensory horror.
Physically, Dina merely touched Aris’s hand under the table, a simple movement. But inside Aris’s head, a brutal, explosive scenario was playing out. The frequency invaded Raditya's head unfiltered, altering reality before his eyes. Raditya leaned against the 'Basic Biology' bookshelf, his breathing becoming heavy as Aris’s mental projection invaded his entire consciousness.
In the lewd visualization sent by Aris's brain, the library vanished. Raditya saw himself (from Aris’s perspective) pressing Dina against the cold library table. The fantasy Aris greedily tore off Dina's uniform buttons, which fell to the tiled floor with a clear tring.
Fantasy Dina was no longer a modest girl; she was a slut begging with half-closed eyes due to lust. Raditya watched Aris push up Dina's skirt past her waist, revealing maroon lace panties wrapped around her smooth white thighs, still damp with sweat. In Aris's head, he could smell the roses from Dina's perfume mixing with the scent of hot skin.
The visualization moved to something more extreme and wild. Raditya seemed to feel exactly what Aris felt inwardly: rough hands squeezing Dina's mounds until they turned red, a tongue wetting hardened nipples from the cold air of the library, and a hungry growl from his throat.
Fantasy Dina wrapped her strong legs around Aris’s back, her nails clawing at Aris’s uniform fabric as he began to thrust inside with rough, primitive movements. Raditya "heard" the sound of wet skin friction in Aris’s head—plap, plap, plap—a wild, irregular rhythm of sex on top of the scattered history books. He could feel Aris’s surge of desire wanting to explode inside Dina’s womb, as if it were a sacred mission that had to be completed immediately in front of the encyclopedia shelf.
"Ugh..." Raditya gripped his head, pressing his temples hard. His new testosterone-filled body responded brutally to the visual. He felt his 'possession' hiding behind his high school trousers begin to harden and felt incredibly uncomfortable. Other people’s fantasies really could kill him because of that "stolen" satisfaction.
Raditya turned away, trying to escape Aris's "broadcast area" which was still furiously accelerating in his brain. He jogged toward the psychology section, hoping to find literature on meditation or self-control. But as he reached for a thick book titled 'Abnormal Psychology,' his mind stumbled upon something much stranger and completely devoid of sexual lust.
It was a sharp, cold, calculating thought. The signal came from the corner window, where a serious-faced student with glasses sat alone. Rio.
Page one hundred and ten. The quantum physics formula notes are hidden behind this fake cover. If Mr. Johan doesn’t look closely, I can get another perfect score without thinking. That old geezer teacher is easy to fool.
Raditya froze. Rio, the class champion highly praised by all the teachers, was running a high-level cheating scheme behind the library's "silence." Raditya could "see" Rio's plan: using the book cover to hide micro cheat sheets laminated neatly in his shirt sleeve pocket.
The mental disturbance bothered Raditya's integrity so much that he, having just passed through a deadly phase, found Rio's fake honesty more disgusting than Aris's purely biological fantasy.
However, before Raditya could decide whether to intervene or not, the mental volume in the room suddenly rose collectively. Raditya felt his head starting to burn. It wasn't just one or two thoughts anymore, but a combination of dozens of students' inner voices merging into one painful white noise.
I’m so tired… I'd rather die if it stays this way… God, why did Shinta's thighs look so white just now, I want to… Bu Lia is so annoying, her face looks like a frog hit by bug spray…
That last thought was so powerful that, as if summoned by her students' inner insults, Bu Lia suddenly stood up from her rocking chair. The physical silence of the library broke as her chair screeched sharply.
WHOSE MIND JUST SAID 'FROG'?! I feel like someone is talking about me inside my own head!
Bu Lia thought in an inner explosion so powerful it made Raditya stagger.
Bu Lia's sharp inner instinct accidentally triggered Raditya's telepathic radar to the extreme. Raditya felt his ears genuinely ringing. In a panic, feeling like his brain would explode from the overlapping inner voices in the room, he accidentally dropped the thick 'Abnormal Psychology' book he was holding onto the wooden floor.
THUD!
The sound of the book reverberated through the quiet library. All students turned simultaneously. And just then, Raditya, holding back the pain in his head, stared straight at Rio in the corner. Rio looked panicked, quickly slipping something behind the cover of his Physics textbook.
"Hey! Rio! Stop copying answers behind that cover!" Raditya shouted spontaneously. He spoke directly to what he had just heard in Rio's mind.
The library atmosphere suddenly turned tense. Aris and Dina jumped from their seats—Aris looked frustrated because the fantasy in his brain had just 'disconnected' right at the best part.
Rio stood, his face pale. "What are you talking about? I'm studying! Did getting struck by lightning make you crazy?!"
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