Chapter 36 Trash-san’s Psionic Power Lecture ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”So this is a Psionic Power… Warp, huh? Or maybe it’s more like astral projection?”
A moment later, I was back in my bed in Kujukuri Town. My consciousness returned in an instant, and I found myself sitting cross-legged again—exactly as before. Even that strange “motivational” pose I struck to psych myself up for getting an erotic skill hadn’t changed. It was as if only my mind had gone wandering, leaving my body frozen in time.
”Ah… that was more exhausting than I expected. My body feels weak.”
”Young Master! Are you all right? You suddenly stopped responding—I nearly had a heart attack! What happened?”
Trash-san rushed over, completely panicked, her usual composure momentarily shattered. When I slumped forward, she caught me just in time, holding me steady with trembling hands.
It seemed I had worried her quite a bit.
”Sorry. It was my first time trying it, so I didn’t know how much to hold back. But the Psionic Power worked properly.”
”I see… well, as long as you’re unharmed. But when you went silent all of a sudden, I didn’t know what to do. You frightened me, Young Master.”
”So I really passed out?”
”Yes. Right after you shouted something, you just… collapsed, as if a string had snapped. I’m so relieved you’re awake.”
She let out a deep breath and pressed a hand to her chest. Seeing that, I tried to sit up, but my body refused to cooperate, so I ended up leaning against her.
”I’m just tired. My body’s fine though. Sorry for worrying you.”
”For now, please lie down. Pardon me, I’ll help you get comfortable.”
With gentle hands, Trash-san adjusted my position so I could breathe more easily. While I rested, she kept glancing at me, still looking worried.
”I’ve never heard of anything like it. The Psionic Power you manifested seems quite rare, Young Master.”
After about ten minutes, my strength returned enough to talk. I told her about my mysterious experience—though of course, I left out Yukari-san’s identity. If Trash-san ever found out about her, it wouldn’t end with just anger. So I made it sound like I’d simply met someone in a strange place.
If she ever discovered I’d been in bed with another woman, her emotions would explode like a storm, given her protective nature. I’d rather not face that. Sorry, Trash-san.
Anyway, my consciousness had clearly gone far away, but I didn’t feel as if I’d actually traveled. It wasn’t that kind of power. I explained everything as honestly as I could, leaving out only what was dangerous to mention.
Trash-san listened carefully and offered examples. There were Psionic Powers that allowed people to see distant places or alternate timelines—visions of the past, the future, or worlds born from different choices. But mine didn’t fit any of those, since I could touch Yukari-san. Powers of mere observation can’t make physical contact.
So, we began comparing possibilities. Trash-san, being a mystery enthusiast, knew a lot about other people’s powers and helped me search for anything similar.
What we knew so far was simple: my consciousness somehow reached Yukari-san, and while that happened, my body fell into a coma.
”Yeah… I actually touched her. And when I did, she woke up.”
”That’s very dangerous. Until we understand what this Psionic Power truly is, please refrain from using it again.”
”She didn’t seem dangerous. Besides, it looked like she couldn’t see me. Still, I’ll be careful from now on.”
”That would be wise. …But why do you look a little disappointed? Are you feeling unwell?”
”No, it’s not that…”
Trash-san listened to every detail patiently, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her earlier worry had turned into fascination now that she realized I truly possessed a Psionic Power.
Meanwhile, my own excitement had dropped. I was starting to realize this wasn’t some erotic ability after all.
Looking up from the notebook she had been scribbling in like a detective taking testimony, she said, “There are few records about male Psionic Powers, but there’s one called the Maggot’s Message. It lets you send telepathic signals over long distances.”
She went on to explain the general category my ability might belong to. Powers that project senses or information across distance exist, but they’re rare. And to send one’s five senses directly—let alone to touch something—was almost unheard of.
”So… remote-type powers are that unusual?”
”Extremely. They’re useful, but their strength weakens with distance. Psionic Power comes from the force of one’s will, and we usually care most about what’s near us. It’s hard to deeply wish for something far away or unrelated.”
I nodded slowly. That seemed to make sense.
Though, to be honest, I didn’t even know how far away Yukari-san’s place was. My world was small—just Kujukuri Town and the school nearby.
”I wonder why I got this kind of Psionic Power. Maybe I wanted to see something far away?”
”Since Psionic Powers are born from desire, that thought might be the key to understanding it.”
”The shape of my desire, huh…”
”Don’t worry,” she said gently. “With practice, you’ll come to understand it yourself.”
Maybe it was the ability to peek on women without being caught. That would explain it—but it felt… small. Petty, even. If I were some obsessive fan or stalker, maybe I’d be thrilled. But it didn’t really match who I was now.
To be honest, that answer didn’t sit right with me. Still, the only way to understand this power was through practice, so I decided to try again. My strength had mostly returned anyway.
”Alright,” I said, flexing my fingers. “I’m going to use my Psionic Power again. Should be okay, right?”
”Yes, of course,” Trash-san replied calmly. “However, remember—this time, you may not appear in the same place. So please avoid direct interference. Just observe. If you feel tired or sense any danger, stop immediately. Understood?”
”Got it. I’ll be careful.”
We made a promise. And, for the sake of testing, I decided not to think about whether I might be bothering Yukari-san again.
”Before you start,” she added, “there’s one exception to what I said earlier about distance weakening Psionic Power. If you share a strong bond with the person or object you’re trying to reach, the power can become much stronger.”
”Wait—what?”
”In other words,” she explained, “emotional attachment matters. You might want to pay attention to that while observing.”
”I see… I’ll give it a try.”
Her words made my heart skip a beat. Now I really couldn’t tell her about Yukari-san. If she found out that I’d met an Imperial Guard from another region—especially one I seemed close to—there’d be no explaining my way out of it.
* * *
A few hours later.
The results were… impressive. I managed to visit several places, each time jumping to a new location, staying briefly, and then returning to my body. The process was exhausting but fascinating. Gradually, I got used to it.
Before long, I discovered something strange—a kind of “destination list” inside my mind. I could choose where to go, almost like scrolling through names in a dropdown menu. It’s hard to describe, but imagine an invisible spreadsheet hovering in your head. Weird, right?
Under Trash-san’s careful supervision, I repeated the process many times, spacing out the sessions so I wouldn’t exhaust myself. And a pattern began to appear: I could only travel to places tied to specific people.
After multiple attempts, the results lined up like this: Maggot-san, Yukari-san, Maggot-san again, Maggot-san once more… and finally, Trash-san.
Once, I even reappeared in the same room I was physically in. It was unsettling—my own body lay motionless on the bed while my consciousness stood beside it, watching. Seeing yourself from the outside feels… wrong. Like looking at a mannequin that happens to breathe.
”But this confirms the conditions,” I muttered.
”Would you explain, Young Master?” Trash-san asked.
The answer was obvious—and embarrassing. If I could only travel to those three women, there was one clear connection between them. What I’d done with each of them before marriage… well, that was it.
Seeing the mental list labeled with a crude title and one of the names crossed out made me die a little inside.
”So this Psionic Power,” I mumbled, “is basically my—uh—’conquest list,’ isn’t it?”
”Conquest… list?” she repeated blankly.
”Ah! I mean—it’s a Psionic Power that lets me visit people I’m close to!”
* * *
Sex list. Bedroom chart. Record of past lovers. In modern society, such lists are like cursed documents—once they leak, the man responsible is instantly condemned, stripped of status, and socially executed. Still, boys do have a collecting instinct. Like how people keep insect specimens or model kits… except far less noble.
”I don’t know the exact conditions,” Trash-san said thoughtfully, “but it seems that’s the case.”
”Wow… maybe I was just lonely.”
”Young Master,” she said softly, “you have us—your Imperial Guards. And besides, that might not be the true nature of your power.”
”Maybe…”
I couldn’t help feeling surprised, almost exposed. It was like learning an uncomfortable truth about myself. Not that keeping a list of lovers was evil or anything—it was just… startling. Maybe even a little pathetic. Still, part of me wanted to laugh. After all, it could be considered a man’s medal of honor—depending on who you ask.
”Guess I became my own defender real quick,” I muttered wryly.
Trash-san didn’t laugh. She was still thinking it over, brows furrowed.
”There’s one thing that bothers me,” she said. “The conditions seem vague. Young Master, how exactly did you become close to that Imperial Guard from Inubou Town?”
”Uh—oh, that. We, uh, happened to talk at school.”
”Really? I’ll verify that with the bodyguard unit later.”
Of course, with her sharp eyes and my terrible acting, there was no contest. Under her gentle but relentless questioning, I confessed Yukari-san’s identity. It was an elegant interrogation, really—a masterclass in manipulation.
Oh well. Consider it the price of getting Trash-san’s analysis.
”But still,” she said quietly, “you went to that woman in Inubou before coming to us…”
”I—I like you more, Trash-san! No deep meaning behind it!”
She murmured something under her breath, her tone oddly tender and pained at the same time. I had no idea what she was thinking.
Honestly, that first visit had been an accident. Maybe my power just overshot and reached the farthest connection by chance.
”All in all,” she concluded, “this is quite a complicated Psionic Power.”
”Yeah, it’s not what I expected, that’s for sure.”
”If it truly came from loneliness, then the way it works is… strange,” she continued.
”What do you mean?”
Seeing that I looked genuinely down, she tried to comfort me.
”Normally, if your Psionic Power were born from loneliness, your body itself would move. You would appear before others directly. And if they couldn’t even see you, wouldn’t that just make the loneliness worse?”
”Oh—that’s fine. I think I’ve figured that part out.”
”…Young Master?”
”Give me a moment.”
I closed my eyes and focused. Inside my mind, I scrolled through the invisible list and selected Maggot-san’s name. If I could show this to her, maybe she’d help me understand. Besides, I needed advice before Trash-san started a full investigation about that other Imperial Guard. Time for a remote consultation.
While Trash-san watched, half curious and half thrilled by whatever was about to happen, I projected my consciousness once again.
’Maggot-san… can you hear me?’
This time, I found myself standing in a dimly lit room. When I’d last visited her, she’d been in an office-like place, so she must have moved somewhere else.
This time, the place had changed. It looked like a private room—neat, tidy, and full of items. Instead of a girlish space, it felt more like a study.
There she was. I spotted her familiar, silky hair cascading down her back as she sat at a white desk, quietly focused on her paperwork. She had tied her hair up, giving her a slightly different atmosphere than usual.
’Can you hear me? It’s me. If you can, please say something.’
”…?”
Maggot-san turned her head slightly, a puzzled look crossing her face. “Was that… my imagination?”
Then she turned back to her work as if nothing had happened.
I kept calling her name, again and again. Each time, her reaction grew a little stronger. With every attempt, I could feel my connection—my power—growing more stable.
’Hey, Maggot-san!’
”…There it is again… a voice?”
’Almost there. You’re noticing me, but not quite hearing yet.’
”…Who’s there?”
’What are you working on, I wonder?’
I peeked over her shoulder to see what she was writing. The papers were filled with detailed notes—my height, weight, and health records, along with daily observations about my condition.
So diligent. It looked like she was on duty. As one of the Imperial Guards assigned as my attendant, she had to monitor my health like an athlete’s partner would. This was probably part of that responsibility. Maybe some men would find this intrusive, but for someone in my position, it was almost routine. And besides, I was the one peeking behind the scenes. Watching her so devoted to her duty made me feel a quiet sense of respect.
On the desk sat several glass bottles—one containing strands of dark hair, another with translucent fragments like fingernails, and a few filled with pale yellowish liquid, carefully wrapped in cloth. They had to be mystical items used for health observation or some ritual work.
As I watched in fascination, she took out a small bundle of black hair from one of the bottles.
”…Haa.”
Bringing it close to her nose, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her pen stilled. The room grew silent for a moment.
”……haaah.”
She exhaled softly, almost like someone savoring the scent of perfume. Then, with a calm expression, she carefully returned the strands to the bottle, handling it as delicately as a perfumer inspecting her craft.
I stood behind her, quietly observing her graceful precision.
’Sorry if I’m disturbing your work.’
”…”
’Oh, I never noticed that mole before. And wow—you get single eyelids when you focus that hard.’
”They say that strange presences at one’s back are the work of spirits, but… this is…”
She froze again, glancing around nervously. Her eyes wandered toward me more than once, though she quickly shook her head, as if convincing herself it was her imagination.
Yeah… no such thing as privacy anymore. Still, I couldn’t deny—it was kind of fun. Watching from the shadows like an unseen narrator, I suddenly understood why the invisible goddess in stories always speaks to heroes from afar. It’s a secret, guilty sort of joy.
I reached out and gently placed my hand on her shoulder.
”…! That feeling—Young Master’s touch…!”
Maggot-san spun around, eyes wide with shock.
I tried to grab the pen she was holding—but my hand passed right through. Apparently, I couldn’t interact with physical objects, only with the person tied to my Psionic Power.
So instead, I guided her hand, helping her write across the paper.
’Right now, I’m standing beside you. Can you hear me? …There, that should do it.’
The words appeared on the page in my clumsy handwriting.
Ah. Reading it back, it looked like a ghost’s message from a haunted house. Anyone else would’ve screamed.
But Maggot-san reacted differently.
”Young Master! Are you truly here!?”
’Oh, it worked. Knew you’d catch on fast, Maggot-san.’
”Your figure… can I truly see you?”
’Can you hear my voice clearly?’
”Yes. Perfectly. I hardly believed it at first, but…”
The moment she recognized me, everything changed. Her eyes met mine—clearly. Until then, it had felt as if we existed on separate layers of reality, but now our worlds overlapped perfectly, as if our frequencies had aligned the instant she believed.
The first thing I did was apologize. I knew she wouldn’t be angry, but still—appearing in someone’s private room uninvited was both trespassing and invasion of privacy.
”Sorry for showing up like this. I must have startled you.”
”No, it’s fine. I had a feeling something like this might happen someday.”
”Really? Huh. Well, since I’m here, I want to check how real this feels. Could you stand up for a second?”
”As you wish.”
She rose and wrapped her arms around my projection, holding it close. I was startled for a moment, but she was calm—so I relaxed too.
Time for some testing. Touch—good. It felt exactly like her real skin. Warmth—good. I could sense her natural body heat. Scent—good. A faint mix of ink and that comforting older-sister fragrance she always had. Too bad this world of Kujukuri Town had no sunlight—she lacked that gentle, sun-warmed scent I liked so much.
”How about you, Maggot-san? Does it feel like the real me?”
”Yes. Almost frighteningly so. This conversation too—it feels genuine.”
”Good. I’m glad.”
”…”
”What’s wrong?”
”…”
”Uh, hello?”
”…So this is it, then. I’ve finally lost it.”
Before I could respond, she suddenly let go. Her hands were trembling, her face pale.
Without a word, she staggered toward the bed and collapsed onto it, exhausted and shaken.
…Was she that tired?
”Overthinking… seeing illusions… ah, it’s too late, isn’t it…”
Muttering faintly, she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
Yeah… she must’ve been exhausted. Though, knowing her old head injury, sudden dizziness wasn’t unusual. Still, I couldn’t help but worry.
I didn’t want to disturb her rest, so I decided to let her sleep peacefully.
”Oh—time’s up. Goodbye, Maggot-san.”
”Uuuh…”
Leaving her faint groans behind, my vision faded, and the world around me dissolved into darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my hospital room—on the bed, slightly tired, but still conscious this time. I must have gotten used to it.
”Did you move your consciousness again?” Trash-san asked, her tone filled with quiet concern.
”Yeah. I went to Maggot-san’s place. She’s resting now.”
”I see. Then, about what we discussed earlier…”
No point in making her wait. I decided to explain everything clearly.
”I managed to talk with her. She could see me too. Once I got used to it, it was pretty easy.”
”That’s remarkable progress for just one day,” she said, her eyes shining with pride.
My body was completely worn out after all the testing. But it was worth it—I finally understood the true nature of my Psionic Power. That last moment with Maggot-san, when we embraced, had deepened my understanding even more. Now, I could sense the roots of how my ability worked, almost as naturally as moving my own hands.
My Psionic Power— it allows me to project a version of myself that can interact only with the chosen person.
That copy is real to them—they can touch it, talk to it—but it can’t affect anything else. To everyone else, it’s completely invisible.
There’s probably no real limit to the distance, but while it’s active, my real body loses consciousness and drains stamina continuously. And my projection can’t stray too far from its target.
If I had to give it a name, maybe… My Invisible Friend.
”…What a strange power,” I murmured. “I mean, is it even useful? Honestly, it feels kind of useless. Maybe even garbage-tier?”
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed commercially worthless. It was just a powerless version of myself—something that couldn’t carry objects, fight, or really do anything. The only thing that ‘stood up’ around here was my lower half.
So far, the only practical use I could think of was… assaulting women. A nightmare for the victims, really. Basically, a perverted ghost.
After explaining all that to Trash-san, I slumped in defeat.
”Sorry. Looks like my Psionic Power’s only good for shoulder massages and jump scares. Must be a letdown, huh?”
”Please don’t say that,” she protested gently. “Even if I can’t think of one yet, I’m sure your power holds great potential.”
”You’re not just saying that, right? Bet you’d rather I got one of those support powers for dungeon runs.”
”That’s absolutely not true,” she said firmly. “Young Master, I truly believe your power will find its purpose. It’s like a seed—it just needs time to grow.”
Her conviction surprised me. She wasn’t just trying to comfort me—she genuinely meant it.
”Hmm… hearing that makes me feel a little better,” I admitted.
”Think of it this way,” she said. “A newborn can’t contribute much right away either. But with time and care, it grows into its strength. So too will your ability.”
”Yeah… when you put it like that, it makes sense.”
It was only my first day since awakening this power, after all. There was no need to rush. Maybe it just needed time to bloom.
At the very least, it could serve as a fun distraction—visiting people when bored, exchanging information, maybe even sneaking a peek during bath time. The possibilities were endless… kind of.
For now, I decided to focus on extending the duration of the ability through training.
By the end of it all, I felt utterly drained, like a wilted vegetable. My body was spent, and our “short” meeting had turned into an unexpectedly long one. Trash-san kept apologizing for letting her curiosity push me too far, even though I didn’t mind.
”Young Master,” she said softly, “once again—congratulations. It’s incredibly rare for a male to awaken a Psionic Power.”
”Thanks,” I smiled.
”As a senior in the field, allow me to say one thing—never assume your Psionic Power is already defined. Understanding it is as difficult as understanding yourself.”
”I’ll remember that. See you tomorrow, okay? Come by the hospital again.”
I saw her off with a smile. My body felt heavy with fatigue, but my mind was calm. I knew I’d sleep well tonight.
Finally… I had gained a skill in this other world, though it wasn’t quite what I’d imagined.
Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about her words—”your desire.”
Lying on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. If I could touch others, then theoretically I could also… well, do erotic things. In that sense, maybe it was a lucky ability.
But really—would I even want to sleep with the same person over and over again? I know it sounds awful, but… I’m not sure I would.
Sure, the first few times might be fun. But after that, it’d probably get dull. And if I did want to see them again, I could just invite them in person instead of using some ghost-body copy.
Something about that felt off. This kind of ability seemed more like something I’d have wanted back in my previous life, when certain “industries” were more developed.
Besides, a Psionic Power is supposed to reflect the user’s innermost wish, combined with the emotional bond shared during the Oath of Fealty ritual with one’s Imperial Guard. But right now, none of that connection seemed to apply. The girls already see me in person every day—why would they need my projection too?
…Unless what they really wanted was to be with me all the time?
”Still doesn’t sit right,” I murmured.
After all, Trash-san had said that Psionic Powers aren’t born from shallow desires like wanting instant delivery sex.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail.
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