This F-Rank Bubble Mage Is Too OP!-Chapter 91: To Another City?

The sound of bodies colliding, the creak of the bed, the muffled gasps and unrestrained cries—they had filled Freya's room for hours on end, a symphony of heat and friction that seemed to stretch endlessly. But eventually, the echoes faded, leaving only silence.

The giant screen behind Freya's desk, which shifted with the hours to display virtual scenery, had cycled through all four seasons in the span of their act together. At one point, a blazing desert sun painted the room gold. Later, snowstorms rolled across endless tundra, howling winds rattling against the glass as though trying to seep into their heated world. Fiery volcanoes erupted, lava painting the dark skies crimson, only to be replaced by serene ocean vistas. And now, as dawn broke, the window settled on a familiar sight—Voulton City's morning life.

Steel skyscrapers gleamed in the sunlight. Streams of people moved below like rivers of ants, vehicles threading through the arteries of the streets, traffic lights blinking in rhythmic precision. The bustling city was alive, indifferent to the storm of intimacy that had raged in the room all night.

Freya's bedroom, though located on the first floor of her sprawling estate, seemed elevated, as if detached from the rest of the world. The virtual window's perspective gave the illusion that they were perched atop the highest hotel penthouse, untouchable, looking down on the world they both aimed to manipulate.

A sharp knock interrupted the silence. Then, Freya's voice, calm and commanding, cut through.

"Come in."

The door opened with a click. Her assistant entered, balancing two trays laden with breakfast—warm bread, sliced fruit, steaming tea, and meats still sizzling from the pan. But the instant her eyes landed on the bed, her step faltered.

River was sprawled across the sheets, his body bare, a figure of sculpted calm even in rest. Beside him, Freya lay curled like a satisfied cat, one arm draped casually across his chest, her silver hair tangled yet glowing in the sunlight.

The assistant froze, eyes widening in silent shock.

"Don't just stand there," Freya said smoothly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. Her fingers traced lazy circles over River's chest, as though staking her claim in plain view. "Place it on the table. We're going to eat."

The assistant swallowed hard, cheeks tinged pink, before obeying. She set the trays carefully on the table, avoiding River's half-lidded gaze. Then she bowed quickly and left without a word, the door closing behind her.

River sighed, shifting slightly to push Freya's hand away. He sat up, stretching before gathering his scattered clothes from the floor. Piece by piece, he dressed, his movements unhurried but deliberate.

"Hmph. So eager," Freya muttered, rolling her eyes as she slipped out of bed. She sauntered across the room with her usual grace, entirely unbothered by her nudity. From a drawer, she retrieved a loose white blouse and slipped it on without undergarments, the fabric barely concealing her curves.

River ignored her commentary, fastening his belt. "I prefer to eat with clothes on."

Freya laughed softly at that, shaking her head. "Did what we did drain you that badly? You're hungrier for food than for me now?"

River didn't bother replying. Instead, he crossed to the table and sat down, pulling the tray toward him. He began to eat, quiet and efficient, not sparing her a glance.

Freya joined him a moment later, sitting opposite. But unlike him, she didn't immediately touch her food. Instead, she propped her chin on one hand and simply watched.

Her silver eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, drinking in the sight of him.

Finally, River looked up, frowning. "What?"

"You didn't disappoint me," she said, her tone calm, but her lips carried the faintest smirk. She picked up her fork, gracefully cutting into the meal.

River let out a short laugh, though his voice carried a hint of pride. "Of course not. I'm not some inexperienced virgin fumbling in the dark. I know how to handle a woman."

"I don't know if that should impress me or alarm me," Freya said dryly, taking a bite. But her eyes sparkled in amusement.

Silence fell again, filled only with the clinking of cutlery. Then, Freya leaned back, her blouse slipping slightly off her shoulder as she changed the subject.

"Anyway," she said casually, "I'm not going to apologize for last night. It was fun."

River smirked faintly, shaking his head. "I wasn't expecting an apology."

"I know." Her lips curved upward, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I didn't know you liked music, though."

River raised an eyebrow. "I like listening to some." It wasn't a lie.

Freya's gaze sharpened. "You disappeared during the concert. You slipped away and went straight to the edge of the city. My people lost track of you after that. Is that where you've been hiding?"

River's hand paused briefly over his food, his body betraying only the smallest hesitation. "You could say that," he replied smoothly, resuming his meal.

Freya's smile deepened, her tone playful yet edged with steel. "You're lying."

River met her eyes, unfazed.

"But," she continued, waving her fork lightly, "I'm not going to pry into your secrets. I only want your ability—to see the future. That's all."

He leaned back slightly, regarding her. "So you believe me now?"

"The ocean is still out there," she said softly, almost to herself. "Once it surrounds Voulton, I'll believe completely. Until then… there's a high probability you're right."

River's brow furrowed, analyzing her words. "You'd only say that if you had data to back it up. My combat strength alone isn't enough to raise that probability. Which means…" His eyes narrowed. "You've been investigating."

Freya set her fork down, her silver gaze unwavering. "Yes. If what you're saying is true, then I think I know the reason why it will happen."

River studied her silently, though inwardly he was impressed. As expected of the woman who, in the future, would become the leader of one of the greatest syndicates. She hadn't dismissed his warning as nonsense. She hadn't waited idly for fate to play out. She had moved, gathering information, connecting threads, searching for cause and effect.

Clever. Dangerous. Exactly as he remembered her to be.

But River didn't let that admiration show. He returned to his food, his voice cool. "And? Are you going to share that reason with me?"

Freya tilted her head, her silver hair slipping to the side as she smirked. "You said you know the future, you don't know the reason?"

"No," River shook his head. It was a lie. Of course he knew. That Vice Mayor deserved to be eaten by Wave. But he wasn't going to tell Freya. Not that it mattered anyway—someone like her, with her endless connections and resources, probably already knew the truth.

"Oh, that's surprising," Freya's eyes glinted, curiosity sparking behind them. "Now… this makes me even more interested in what your reaction will be once you do know the reason."

River leaned back, his lips twitching in a half-smile. "Are you sure your reason is accurate?"

"At least ninety percent." Freya nodded, confident. "Do you want to know?"

"No," River smirked. "It doesn't matter. What I said will come true. And when it does, you'd better remember our promise."

"Don't worry." Freya's lips curved upward, though her eyes carried something sharper. "Once it happens though… are you really just going to stand there and watch?"

"I'll try to reduce as many casualties as I can," River answered, his voice calm but firm. He reached for a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth with practiced precision.

"Oh, so that's why you're so eager to close those dungeons." A flicker of realization crossed Freya's face.

"There are still a few days left," she continued, tilting her head. "You're not going to stop yet, are you?"

"You're right," River said, taking a slow sip of the steaming coffee in front of him. The bitter taste grounded him. "But Voulton only has a limited number of D-Rank dungeons. I want something stronger, something more challenging. I'm thinking of leaving for another city before coming back here."

"Hmm…" Freya tapped her finger lightly against her arm, deep in thought. "You're aiming for C-Rank then?"

Her tone wasn't mocking, just curious. But there was a trace of something else too—something calculating.

River narrowed his eyes slightly, meeting her gaze head-on. "Are you going to help me?"

The silence stretched for a heartbeat, heavy with unspoken intentions. Freya's lips curved into a small, knowing smile, the kind of smile that hid more than it revealed. She leaned closer, her voice lowering to a teasing murmur.

"That depends. Helping you means aligning myself with your reckless little adventures… and I don't usually gamble without getting something worthwhile in return."

River didn't flinch. His smirk deepened, and his fingers drummed lightly on the table. "Then maybe you'll find that helping me is the safest gamble you'll ever take."

Freya laughed softly, the sound both amused and dangerous. "We'll see, River. We'll see."