The Wizard's Biological Chip Can Process Everything-Chapter 12: Mental clarity after a powerful orgasm is incredible, but wiping the floor with Charles’s face is even more incredible.
I woke up to the cold, salty sensation of seawater touching my face.
Small waves broke gently against the sand and rolled toward me, soaking my cheek and hair before retreating once more.
Above me, the sky was absurdly blue.
White clouds drifted lazily, and the sun shone on the horizon, warm and distant, as if nothing unusual were happening on that isolated stretch of beach.
I raised a hand to my forehead and rubbed it slowly.
My head throbbed.
The last memories came in confused fragments — the mermaids, the voices, the scent of salt and sex....
I turned my face to the side.
They were still there.
But the moment they realized I had awakened, the conversation ceased.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward me.
Nerissa, her dark-blue hair gleaming like the deep ocean, tilted her head slightly.
A slow smile appeared on her lips.
— Hey, boy — she said, her tone almost amused. — Are you still in one piece?
Her voice carried a genuine desire, as if she were feeling something warm inside.
Before I could answer, Kaelith raised her hand abruptly, my semen still running down between her legs.
— What? — she protested. — He was playing with me earlier.
— Don’t come trying to take him now.
Nerissa narrowed her eyes.
— I only asked a question.
— You always turn everything into a competition.
— Because you’re always provoking — Kaelith shot back, crossing her arms.
The argument began to grow louder.
The two of them stared at each other like waves about to collide.
I was still sitting on the sand.
All I could notice was that these women rarely had access to a sexual partner, not only because they were elderly, but because they were slaves to the wizards who led the ship on its journey.
I can’t deny that my experience with Kaelith was absurd.
I never thought I would faint from not being able to bear the intoxicating pleasure that flooded my head when I had my orgasm.
Kaelith, even though she was being pounded hard, still didn’t cum on my dick.
I think I underestimated an old woman’s pussy.
Watching the two mermaids who were almost fighting because of me, Selene let out a sigh.
She brought two fingers to her own forehead, as if the situation were causing her physical exhaustion.
The green-haired mermaid beside her slowly shook her head.
— Unbelievable... — she murmured.
Selene agreed with an almost imperceptible nod.
— All this over a human pup.
— Are you two idiots? How old are you, twenty? You’re elders — stop acting like teenagers — the green-haired one added, looking at Nerissa and Kaelith.
— It’s been many decades since you behaved like this.
I looked at my cock, which had once been throbbing and firm, but was now limp and shy.
It was impossible to continue.
I got up slowly, still feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin and the salty taste of the sea on my lips.
My body was heavy, but my mind was awake, so I started to get dressed.
I looked at Kaelith first.
She wore that tilted, confident smile, as if she had won.
I approached her unhurriedly.
— Kaelith — I said, holding her gaze — it was... wonderful.
She raised an eyebrow, satisfied.
Without hesitating, I leaned in and wrapped her in an embrace.
Her skin was still sun-kissed, slightly damp with saltwater.
She let out a soft laugh near my ear.
Then I kissed her.
A direct kiss, firm, brief... but full of intention.
When I pulled away, she was still smiling.
But I felt it.
A chill ran down my spine. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
I slowly turned my head.
Nerissa was staring at us.
If looks could kill, I would already be sunk at the bottom of the ocean.
Her dark-blue hair seemed more intense under the sunlight, and her eyes gleamed with something that blended wounded pride and ancient jealousy.
I gave a sideways smile.
I approached her as well.
She did not move.
She remained rigid, as if deciding whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I took the initiative.
I wrapped her in a firm embrace.
She held her breath for a second.
I tilted my head and spoke softly, only for her to hear:
— Don’t make that face.
— Next time... it will be your turn.
I felt her body relax subtly.
The corner of her lips lifted.
A slow smile.
Satisfied.
Behind me, I heard a sound of irritation.
Kaelith crossed her arms.
— Hey! — she began.
— What do you think you—
Before the two of them could explode into another loud argument, I took two steps back.
I raised my hands in theatrical surrender.
— Ladies, ladies... — I said lightly. — I’m still alive.
— And I still need to do my work, until next time.
I took a few more steps, retreating toward the island’s vegetation.
The warm sand gave way to the damp soil near the forest.
This sexual experience...
Not even the most advanced artificial intelligence from my previous world could provide something like this to a person.
Deep and real sensations.
In my old world, everything was metal, concrete, glowing screens, and news of war.
Conflicts on every continent.
Weapons capable of erasing entire cities.
Exhausted people, living only to survive one more day.
But here...
It was almost like a distant dream.
A warm, pleasurable... and strangely joyful dream.
I silently gave thanks for reincarnation.
I turned my attention back to work.
— Biochip, continue the scan.
["Beep."]
["Holly fruit detected."]
I approached the indicated tree.
The branches were thin, dark leaves, and among them hung a vibrant red fruit.
I picked one and examined it quickly.
Record confirmed in the database.
Edible.
Strong and sweet flavor.
I put it in my mouth and began to chew.
The juice burst on my tongue.
Sweet... but with a lingering bitterness.
That was when I heard the voice.
Harsh.
Filled with contempt.
— What is it that I see?
— I must say it’s what one would expect from a lesser noble... the son of a mother who was probably raped by a drunk.
My jaw tightened.
The voice continued, venomous.
— Are you really eating wild fruit on an island like this?
— You’re tarnishing the nobles’ reputation...
I slowly raised my head.
— Charles...
He was there.
Hair black as night.
A muscular body, arms crossed over his broad chest.
An arrogant smile stamped across his face.
Behind him, a few young nobles laughed quietly.
Allies.
Or rather... followers.
The assassin who had killed the previous owner of this body.
I felt something cold run down my spine.
But my face remained calm.
— Biochip, digitize his statistics.
["Scan complete."]
["Name: Charles."]
["Gender: Male."]
["Age: 16 years."]
["Strength: 1.9"]
["Agility: 1.1"]
["Vitality: 1.5"]
My eyes gleamed for a brief moment.
High strength.
Pathetic agility.
Average vitality.
He was the type who relied solely on brute force.
Internally, I smiled.
If this had been a few months ago... I would have had to run.
But now?
Hahaha...
I will massacre him!
I wiped the rest of the fruit from my fingers and swallowed the last piece slowly.
— Are you bothered, Charles? — I asked calmly.
— Or did you just come here to bark a little?
If one can endure daily pain, rigid discipline, and the Knights’ breathing technique, it is not absurd to achieve good physical results.
Charles was the classic example of that.
High strength.
Crude training.
Inflated pride.
But the others beside him... were mediocre.
My eyes quickly scanned each of them.
Most had attributes below 1.
Weak.
Poorly disciplined.
One of them, with a pale face and deep dark circles under his eyes, barely reached an average of 0.6.
He looked exactly like the former owner of this body.
Fragile.
Despised.
Disposable.
I slowly shook my head.
I clenched my fists.
And gave the mental command.
— Biochip. Initiate assisted combat mode.
["Beep."]
["Assisted Combat Mode: Activated."]
Suddenly, the world changed.
An invisible field expanded around me.
Like a transparent sphere of absolute perception.
Three hundred and sixty degrees.
No blind spots.
Luminous vectors appeared in my vision.
Movement prediction lines.
Force calculations.
Impact angles.
Facial microexpressions being analyzed in real time.
Estimated heartbeats.
Muscle tension identified even before movement began.
It was as if time had slowed slightly.
Not for the world.
But for me.
The flood of data felt comfortable.
Natural.
An old friend returning.
— What did you say? — Charles growled.
The sensors captured the sudden contraction of his jaw muscles.
Pupil dilation.
Elevated blood pressure.
— Did you just call me a dog?
A vein throbbed on his forehead.
Genuine anger.
To him, I was still the defenseless sheep he had beaten months ago.
I smiled.
— I did.
My voice came out steady.
— I trained for months waiting for this moment.
I brought my hands to the hem of my shirt.
I pulled.
The fabric fell onto the island’s soil.
The island air touched my skin.
My body, shaped by the Knights’ breathing technique, was completely different from before.
The muscles were defined.
Lean.
Compact.
I flexed my arm.
Veins rose beneath the skin.
Around us, I heard footsteps retreating.
One.
Two.
Three young nobles took half a step back.
Instinctive fear.
But Charles did not blink.
— Eduard... you are just a lesser noble! — he spat the words.
He stepped forward.
The biochip marked the probable attack trajectory in red.
— I only need one punch to break your ribs!
Muscle tension in his right shoulder increased by 18%.
Imminent attack.
— Before, I held back my strength because I didn’t want to kill you...
He opened a crooked smile.
— But now I can fight without worrying about your fragile body.
— Lucy sometimes talks about you... — he continued, with disdain.
— She thinks I was too gentle before.
The biochip blinked.
["Probability of direct attack: 82%."]
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