Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

As the days went on, I found myself noticing Samuel's actions more and more. It was like a switch had flipped in my mind, and every little thing he did felt new, felt special.

One afternoon, after a long day of work, I sighed heavily as I collapsed onto the couch, rubbing the back of my neck. I was sore and exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open.

Samuel must have noticed, because without a word, he walked over and placed his hands gently on my shoulders.

"Let me help with that," he said softly, and I could feel his warm, steady hands pressing into the tight knots in my shoulders. My muscles were tense, but with each gentle press and stroke, I could feel them loosening, the pain melting away under his touch. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh as he worked his magic.

For a moment, I couldn't think of anything else—just the feeling of his hands moving along my neck and shoulders, releasing every bit of tension from my shoulders. "You're really good at this," I murmured, my voice soft and relaxed.

He chuckled, and I could feel the warmth of his smile even without looking at him. "Just relax, love. You deserve this."

Those words, so simple, yet they made my heart swell. I'd heard people say things like that before, but it was different coming from him.

With Samuel, it felt real, like he truly cared about me, like he would do anything to make sure I was happy.

Samuel then guided me to a bed, where I laid on it, my back facing him as I closed my eyes.

Samuel's hands continued to work wonders, easing tension in my shoulders and neck. I leaned back into his touch, feeling the day's exhaustion slipping away.

After a few minutes, he moved down to my lower back, his thumbs pressing in gentle circles that released a sigh from my lips.

"You carry so much stress here," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You need to take it easier."

I smiled, my eyes half-closed as I relaxed under his touch. "It's hard to when there's so much to do, but... this helps. A lot."

He chuckled softly and moved his hands to my arms, working from my shoulders down, carefully kneading each muscle. He was incredibly attentive, pausing whenever he felt a tight spot, working on it until he felt the tension melt away.

He lifted each of my arms gently, stretching them slightly, and I could feel the relief in my joints.

As Samuel's hands drifted lower, his fingers pressed firmly along the curve of my lower back, easing every ounce of tension from my body.

I felt his touch slide down just a bit further, his hands moving carefully over my hips, fingers kneading the muscles there with slow, deliberate pressure.

I shivered, my body reacting to the warmth of his hands, the slow, steady rhythm igniting a tingling awareness that spread through me, as my underwear started getting wet from his firm touch on my butt.

He paused, almost as if checking to make sure I was comfortable, and I exhaled slowly, letting him know I trusted him.

He continued, his hands moving in steady circles over my hips, massaging each inch with skilled fingers that seemed to know exactly where I needed relief.

Every touch sent a subtle wave of heat through me, a growing warmth pooling in my stomach as he kneaded my muscles, slowly making me horny.

I could feel my heart beating a little faster, my skin becoming sensitive under his touch. His hands traveled further down, and as he gently massaged my inner thighs, I felt myself responding, warmth spreading from where his hands touched, igniting a quiet ache within me.

Each press of his fingers, each gentle stroke along my inner thigh, sent shivers along my skin. I couldn't help but hold my breath, caught in a strange, undeniable feeling of anticipation.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, and I nodded, feeling breathless.

"More than okay," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

Samuel's touch grew softer as he continued to massage my legs, his hands moving up and down, the tension replaced by a slow-burning heat that made my skin tingle. It was almost impossible not to react, not to feel the way my body was responding to him with every careful, thoughtful touch.

As he leaned in, his warm breath brushing my skin, I could feel a gentle smile on his lips, his tenderness both comforting and electrifying. "Good," he whispered, his voice sending a final wave of warmth through me.

I hadn't realized just how sore my legs were until he began massaging them, his hands strong yet comforting. I bit back a sigh, feeling warmth spread through me as his touch chased away every bit of strain. "How do you know exactly what I need? And where do I need it?" I murmured.

"It's easy, when I care about the person, I know the parts which need the most attention from me." he replied, his voice soft and sincere.

After working down to my calves, he moved to my feet, gently massaging each toe, the arches, and the heels. I didn't know my feet could feel so relieved, and I could only hum in contentment, completely at ease.

As Samuel finished with the massage along my back, he gently guided me to turn over, his touch reassuring and respectful. I laid back, feeling an unexpected mix of anticipation and relaxation as he settled beside me.

I had nothing to worry about, I still had my clothes on, and Samuel was my own flesh and blood, someone I trust more then myself, so I surrendered my body to him, letting him do whatever he wants, trusting that he's helping me ease my soreness.

Starting at my shoulders again, he pressed his thumbs in gentle circles, easing the tension in my muscles. His fingers moved along my collarbones, kneading away the day's exhaustion, and I sighed deeply, feeling a sense of weight lifting from me.

His hands then gilded lower, reaching my chest, moving with care and sensitivity. With every touch, he worked on the strained muscles, releasing tension that had been building up around and due to my huge breasts which went totally unnoticed.

I felt comforted, aware of his attention to every detail and how he made me feel safe and cared for.

After a moment, he moved down to my abdomen, his palms smoothing over my stomach in slow, soothing motions. His touch was warm, easing knots and tension I hadn't even realized were there.

Each motion brought a wave of relief, helping me unwind further as I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of his hands, letting go of every lingering thought and worry.

He continued down my legs, his hands gently kneading my thighs and calves, working away the soreness with skillful strokes. Each press brought renewed relaxation, spreading warmth and calmness through me.

By the time he reached my feet, massaging each toe with the same care he had shown everywhere else, I was completely at ease, grateful for his presence and the thoughtfulness he brought into every touch.

As his hands finally returned back to my shoulders, releasing the last bit of tension from them, I was fully relaxed, a peaceful warmth settling over me. Samuel leaned in, his voice a whisper close to my ear. "Better?"

I opened my eyes, looking up at him with a soft smile. "So much better. Thank you, Samuel."

He smiled back, his gaze warm and tender. "Anytime, Love." he said as he planted a forehead kiss and helped me stand up.

I never felt so much looked after and cared then with him, although I hate to admit it, but this is all because of Arjun's death, that left me so weak and vulnerable that I got him to care so much about me.

I'll give you a massage at night as well, before sleeping, that will make you feel even better.

(Samuel's POV)

I couldn't help but smile seeing that she didn't flinch or pull away, even when my hands lingered on more intimate areas—the soft curve of her breasts, the gentle press against her inner thighs, the firm yet careful hold around her waist and hips, or even poking and touching her pussy.

She seemed comfortable, trusting, allowing me to close the distance between us. All those moments of care, closeness, and gentle affection had softened her guard, and now she was even taking small steps to draw us closer.

Her responses revealed an openness, a willingness to let our connection deepen naturally, as though she, too, had been waiting for this.

And luckily it seems like I have reignited her possessiveness for me, this will simplify things for me.

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