Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

(Esther's POV)

That night, he suggested I undress down to my underwear, explaining that without the obstruction of clothes, the massage would be more effective. Trusting him, I agreed, and as his hands worked expertly over my body, I could already feel the tension melting away.

Then he gently proposed removing my underwear as well, mentioning it would allow him to reach and massage every area fully.

Hearing it, I didn't hesitate even a single moment, as his calm, caring presence, with my increased possessiveness for him reassured me.

What followed was, without a doubt, the most thorough and rejuvenating massage of my life. I felt no need to question his touch, even when it lingered on more intimate areas. His hands on my boobs, pussy, and butt, massaging them without hesitating a single bit made me really relaxed

I found myself feeling more desired, with an undeniable warmth blossoming into attraction and a stronger sense of connection with him.

As the days passed, it wasn't just the messages he gave me. Samuel seemed to anticipate my every need without me having to say a word.

I'd find little things—my favorite coffee waiting for me in the morning, a cozy blanket when I was cold, his strong hold on me whenever we slept, cuddling me with love, or a reassuring hand on my shoulder, a kiss on my cheeks, and a tight hug filled with love and care when I was stressed. Each gesture felt so natural, so thoughtful.

And each time, my heart would flutter a little more, until I could hardly keep it hidden from him.

One evening, as we sat on the couch watching a movie, he reached over to pull a stray blanket over my legs. The gesture was simple, but as his fingers brushed my knee, I felt a spark shoot through me, and I realized that I didn't want him to let go.

My hand moved to his, holding it there for a moment. Our eyes met, and in that split second, something unspoken passed between us.

I felt it—the need, the possessiveness that had started growing inside me. I wanted him close, so close that no one else could take him from me.

So I leaned on her chest, took his hands, placed one on my breasts, making sure his hand wasn't just on the breasts but he held it, while the other was on her womb, which was close to her pussy, it made me feel so secure that I couldn't help but feel satisfied.

The more time we spent together, the more this feeling grew. One day, we were out running errands when I noticed a woman at the store giving him a lingering look. I clenched my jaw, feeling an unfamiliar rush of jealousy rise within me.

She didn't have any right to look at him that way—not him, not my Samuel. I found myself slipping my arm through his, pulling him a little closer.

He looked down at me, surprised but smiling, and I forced myself to relax, giving him a casual smile. But inside, I felt a fierce need to keep him close, to make sure he knew he was mine.

Later that day, he asked me if something was wrong. I shrugged it off, brushing it away with a light laugh. "Just tired," I'd said, but I could feel my heart racing. How could I explain this new, overwhelming possessiveness, the way I wanted him to be mine and only mine?

One night, after he'd spent the evening making a special dinner for us, I couldn't hold it in anymore. As we sat across from each other, eating by candlelight, I reached out and placed my hand over his.

"Samuel," I said softly, looking into his eyes, "Thank you… for everything." My voice wavered as I spoke, and I could see the way he looked back at me, that same warmth, that same gentleness that made my heart feel like it was going to burst.

He smiled, his hand squeezing mine. "I'd do anything for you, love. You know that."

Hearing him say those words made my heart skip a beat. I bit my lip, a warmth spreading through my chest. There was no doubt left in my mind. I wanted him, wanted to keep him close, wanted to be the only one who had his attention, his kindness, his love.

The days continued like this, with every little thing he did pulling me deeper into my feelings.

One evening, after he had helped me reorganize the living room, I caught myself watching him, feeling a surge of affection and possessiveness. I wanted to tell him, to let him know just how much he meant to me, but the words seemed stuck in my throat.

Instead, I just moved closer, wrapping my arms around him, letting my head rest on his chest. He didn't even hesitate for a moment, as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his heart beating steadily against mine, and it was enough.

But my mind kept going back to those moments when other women looked at him, or the way he went out of his way to be there for me. I wanted to be the only one in his life, the one he did those little things for. I wanted him to be exclusively mine and no one else's.

The more time we spent together, the more I found myself needing him, wanting him in every way. It was becoming harder to keep it hidden, to pretend that I didn't care.

The longing, the possessiveness—it was all there, bubbling beneath the surface, ready to spill over. And I knew, deep down, that soon I wouldn't be able to keep it from him any longer.

Every time he brushed my hand or gave me one of those warm, caring smiles, I felt my heart race, and I knew I was falling, falling hard. And I didn't want to stop.

From that moment on, I couldn't get Samuel out of my head. Every thought, every glance, every touch felt charged with something that went beyond friendship or care. I found myself longing to be near him, to feel his hands on me, to hear his voice. It was like he'd become a part of me, woven into my every thought and feeling.

And the more I let myself feel it, the harder it was to think logically. I didn't want to reason it out or question why—being with him, feeling his warmth and closeness, that was all that mattered. I started craving him, wanting him like nothing else.

As days went by, I found myself wanting to express how much he meant to me in every way I could but I wasn't able to express it properly.

I became more possessive, more open about my feelings. I'd grab his hand without thinking or slip my arm through his, pulling him close when we were out, holding onto him as if he might slip away if I didn't, if we weren't in public I would have definitely hanged on his back like a Koala.

One afternoon, we were walking back from the grocery store, and he was carrying the bags, telling me about his plans for dinner. My eyes kept drifting to him, drinking in every little thing about him—the way his hair fell across his forehead, the warmth in his smile, the easy strength he carried.

When we returned home, I thought about it all the time. In the evening, I couldn't keep it in me anymore. I blurted out, "Samuel, do you ever think about… us? I mean, really think about it?"

He paused, looking down at me, a soft surprise in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

My heart was racing. "I mean… I think about it all the time. How close we've become, how close we are from the start. How much I want to be the only one who means this much to you." My face flushed, but I couldn't stop now. "I want you all to myself, Samuel. No one else. Just… us."

He smiled softly, setting the bags down, and took my hands in his. "Esther," he said gently, "I've always been here for you, haven't I? You don't need to worry."

But it wasn't enough just to hear it. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling, to understand this need that was taking over me.

"No, you don't understand," I said, stepping closer, feeling a rush of emotions spill over. "I don't want anyone else to have even a piece of you. I want to be the only one who gets to see this side of you."

He looked at me with such tenderness, and for a moment, I saw his own desire in his eyes. He pulled me close, and I leaned into him, feeling safe, feeling like I'd finally found my place.

(A/N:- If this feels too exaggerated, don't worry, this is just how a girl's mind works, it's just that she started seeing him as a man rather than as son, causing her to notice all these things as if he started doing them now, half of those things he did, were something that he had been doing for his whole life but she didn't notice it.

Well this was just an experiment to know if I can write female perspective or not, it kinda felt boring so I might not present female perspective unless it's necessary, but if you find female perspective good, then do let me know, it might be very crude right now, but I'll work on improving that as well)

(Samuel's POV)

'Well, that was easier than I expected. It's only been four days since we slept together, but she's acting like we've been in some grand love story for weeks, where she slowly started seeing me as a man and fell in love with me, just like in slow burn romances.' I thought, almost amused. Fine by me. The faster she's falling, the less effort I'll need to put in.

But if I'm being honest, playing the part of the devoted romantic was a nightmare. Acting like the doting partner with all those sickly sweet lines?

By God, I nearly gagged every time I had to look at her like she was my whole world. I'd do anything for her, who actually is my whole world and everything, but the over-the-top affection?

Saying I love you like it was good morning? It felt like torture. Love bombing might work, but it was a total torture, not something I'd willingly put myself through again.

Don't get me wrong—if I have to treat her like a queen, make her feel like she's my everything, I would do it whenever I want, out of my own violation.

But pretending to be some lovestruck fool? There's a limit. I can't keep up that cringeworthy charade without feeling like I'm in a cheap romance novel. I'd rather find a way that doesn't make me want to roll my eyes after every line I speak.

Still, for now, it looked like it worked. She's completely invested, and that's all that really matters. Luckily, I won't have to keep up the act much longer—I checked the system mission progress, and it's at 75% complete.

Meaning I'll just have to have sex with her, that should seal the deal and complete the mission.

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