This F-Rank Bubble Mage Is Too OP!-Chapter 90: River And Freya (Part-2)

"W-what are you doing?" River asked, his voice breaking slightly as Freya straddled him. His eyes shook with disbelief, fixed on her figure looming above. Her chest swayed lightly as she straightened her back, posture proud and domineering, as if announcing victory without saying a word.

River swallowed hard, throat tightening against his will. Two perfect peaks hovered above his line of sight, framed by the victory smile on Freya's lips. A sharp realization struck him—he was no longer the hunter in this exchange. The tables had turned.

He knew he hadn't come here for this. His plan was simple: tease Freya, shake her composure, make her lose that mask of control she always wore. He wanted to remind her that she wasn't untouchable. And for a moment, he succeeded—he had seen her flustered, caught off guard. But in less than a heartbeat, she had seized control again, and now, he was the one pinned down, trapped beneath her weight, both physically and psychologically.

"What do you think?" Freya arched an eyebrow, her silver short hair cascading to the side as she tilted her head. Her gaze burned into him, cold yet playfully cruel. "I'm the only one who should be doing the messing around here. Don't you know me by now, River? Or wait—" her smirk deepened, voice dropping into a teasing whisper, "—I think you already did know that, long before this."

I know far more than you can imagine, River thought bitterly. I've seen how dangerous you can be… I came from the future, after all.

"Get off," River said firmly after forcing in a deep breath. He hardened his expression, schooling his features into a cold, serious mask. His voice carried the weight of command, sharp enough to cut—but it was just that, a façade. He was bluffing, trying to intimidate her, knowing well that Freya wasn't the type to cower under words.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "That won't work."

Of course it won't, River thought with a weary sigh. She's not someone who bends so easily.

"Now you've really surprised me," River admitted, staring straight into her silver, merciless eyes. "I'm… flabbergasted, even. Shocked by your actions, Freya. Congratulations. You win. Now—" his tone sharpened, a hint of impatience creeping in, "—you can get off and let me go."

Freya tilted her head slightly, as if she were genuinely pondering the request. Her hair went back behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling in mock contemplation.

"Hmm…" she hummed softly, finger tapping on her chin in exaggerated thought. Then, without hesitation, her gaze snapped back down to him. Her lips curled again, slow and deliberate.

"No."

The single word dropped like a weight between them. River's stomach tightened, and his hands twitched against the bed as the realization settled in: Freya wasn't merely teasing anymore—she was declaring a battle of wills.

"Then if it all comes down to this…" River took a deep breath, eyes glinting with a mixture of tension and hunger. "I'm not going to refuse."

In one swift movement, River flipped their positions, pressing Freya down beneath him. She blinked in surprise but didn't resist. Instead, her lips curved upward, amused at his sudden assertiveness.

River leaned over her, his shadow falling across her flawless skin. A smirk tugged at his lips as his voice dropped low, husky with restraint.

"I'm not the kind of man who refuses a meal set right in front of him," he said. "Principles or not, I'm still a man. And once a man's dragon is awakened, he's no longer a man… but a beast."

The heat in his gaze made Freya's chest rise and fall more rapidly. She laughed softly, sultry, the sound echoing like a challenge. "You're just like them," she teased.

"I'm a man just like them," River admitted without hesitation. His hand traced her curves from collarbone to hip, slow and deliberate, his eyes following every inch of skin his fingers touched. He licked his lips, as if savoring her with sight alone. "You offer your body, Freya. Wouldn't it be a sin not to take it?"

Her smile deepened, a gleam of wicked delight sparking in her eyes. "You're not wrong." Her gaze flicked lower, and the sight of the bulge straining against his pants confirmed his readiness. "But let me warn you—if you don't satisfy me, I'll kill you. Even if your premonition ability is real, you've already stepped into this game. Don't disappoint me."

River's smirk only grew sharper. "You should be the one worried."

He wasn't bluffing. Despite living by his own principles, River was no stranger to women. During his peak as the ultimate mana controller, many sought him out—whether for his power, his reputation, or simply his body. He'd learned how to please, but more importantly, how to dominate without losing himself.

"Then let's see it," Freya whispered, her voice both daring and inviting.

River leaned down, his lips capturing hers before another word could leave her mouth. The kiss was fierce, claiming, yet laced with heat that sent sparks racing down her spine. Freya responded immediately, matching his hunger, her tongue intertwining with his as if fighting for dominance.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. River obliged, deepening the kiss, his weight pressing firmly against her body. His free hand roamed her side, memorizing the shape of her waist, the softness of her skin, the warmth that made his restraint waver.

By the time he pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily, lips tinged red.

"Not bad," Freya murmured, biting her lower lip.

River chuckled, but the sound was rougher than before. "I haven't even started."

He shrugged out of his coat and began pulling at the clasps of his shirt, the fabric falling away to reveal his toned chest. Freya's eyes lingered on him openly, but she didn't bother hiding her own impatience. Her hand slid down her own stomach, fingers teasing herself shamelessly, deliberately letting him watch.

"You don't waste time," River remarked, his voice husky as his eyes followed her movements.

"Why should I?" Freya replied, her tone breathless yet proud. "You're the one who needs to catch up."

That challenge lit a fire in his veins. He stripped off the rest of his clothes with swift efficiency, the tension in the room climbing higher with every second of exposed skin.

Then, instead of immediately taking her, River leaned down, his mouth traveling across her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone. His tongue traced the edge of her shoulder, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Freya arched her back, her body instinctively pressing closer, but River wasn't done teasing. His lips continued their descent, gliding past the valley of her chest, down her stomach, until he reached her thighs.

Her breath hitched when his mouth hovered dangerously close to her core. River's eyes flicked upward, meeting hers, and his smirk returned.

"You're already trembling," he whispered.

"Shut up," Freya growled, but her voice cracked with anticipation.

River chuckled low in his throat before finally closing the distance. His tongue traced her entrance slowly at first, savoring her reaction. Freya's head tilted back, a sharp moan escaping her lips as her fingers clenched the sheets.

He worked deliberately, teasing, testing, drawing wave after wave of sound from her mouth. Her body writhed beneath him, her composure cracking under his relentless pace. For a woman so confident, so dominant, she was vulnerable in this moment—and River reveled in it.

"Damn you…" Freya panted, her hand instinctively gripping his hair, trying to push him deeper.

River obeyed with a grin, increasing the intensity, savoring every tremor of her body. He didn't stop until her legs quivered and she shuddered with release, her voice breaking into an unrestrained cry that filled the room.

Only then did he rise, his lips glistening, his expression one of victorious hunger.

Freya was panting, her body flushed, but her eyes still burned with fire. "Not… bad," she managed between breaths. "But don't think that's enough."

River leaned over her again, his hand sliding down to position himself at her entrance. His gaze locked with hers, sharp and unyielding.

"I told you," he whispered, pressing forward slowly, deliberately. "You should be the one worried." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The moment he entered her, Freya gasped, her nails digging into his back. River groaned low, the sound primal, as heat enveloped him completely. He paused only briefly, letting the intensity settle between them, before beginning to move.

Their rhythm built quickly, the room filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, their breaths, and their gasps. Freya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to be passive. She moved with him, against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

"You're… stronger than I thought," she breathed against his ear, her voice laced with both admiration and challenge.

River smirked, his own voice husky with effort. "You haven't seen anything yet."

He drove harder, faster, each movement fueled by both lust and pride. Freya responded in kind, her cries rising in pitch, her body quaking beneath his relentless pace.

Time blurred. Nothing existed except the fire between them—the clash of dominance, the unyielding hunger, the shared ecstasy that consumed them both.

And when the climax came, it hit like a storm. Freya cried out, her body arching, while River buried himself deeper, his own release following hers in a wave of heat and satisfaction.

For a long moment, they stayed locked together, breathless, their bodies trembling from the intensity.

Finally, River collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Freya turned her head and met his gaze.

Her lips curved upward into a smirk. "Looks like… you're not just talk."

River chuckled, his voice rough but satisfied. "I told you… I never refuse a challenge."

The silence that followed wasn't empty. It was heavy, charged, as if something between them had shifted.

And though neither spoke it aloud, both knew—this was far from over.