Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

The next morning, Esther woke to the soft morning light spilling through the window. She blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and reached out instinctively, expecting to find me beside her.

Her hand landed on an empty spot, and she paused, a slight frown forming as she sat up, glancing around the room.

"Samuel?" she called, her voice still laced with sleep.

With no response, she slipped out of bed, pulling on her robe and padding quietly down the hallway. She moved through the silent house, scanning each room, until something caught her eye through the living room window.

Out on the balcony, I was practicing my kalaripayattu forms, my focus intense and movements precise.

Esther paused by the window, curiosity blending with something else—a quiet admiration—as she watched me.

My bare arms and chest glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, each deliberate movement making my muscles flex and flow in a rhythm she couldn't tear her gaze away from.

The morning light bathed me in a warm glow, casting my silhouette in golden hues, and she felt an unexpected blush rise to her cheeks.

Her heartbeat quickened, and a tingling warmth stirred within her, no matter how hard she tried to push it aside.

My focus was too deep to notice her watching, and I moved with practiced ease, each kick, twist, and strike flowing smoothly into the next.

For Esther, each motion only drew her in further, her gaze following every flex and shift of my form.

Her lips parted slightly, her cheeks tinged pink as she found herself unable to look away, her admiration slowly shifting into something she hadn't felt in a long time—a pull she was almost too embarrassed to acknowledge.

Finally, she leaned against the doorframe, trying to steady her breath, but a small smile played on her lips. "You've gotten better," she murmured, her voice softer than she intended, almost as if she didn't want to break the spell.

Hearing her voice, I paused mid-movement, turning to see her standing there with that soft, admiring gaze. I gave her a warm smile, still catching my breath. "Good morning, Mom. Hope I didn't wake you."

She shook her head, stepping closer. "No… I was just surprised not to find you in bed." Her gaze lingered on me, unable to help but notice the way the light framed my body.

"But then I saw you here, and… well, I couldn't help but watch." Her voice was laced with warmth, but her eyes held something deeper, something she tried not to let show.

"You're amazing, Samuel. When did you get so skilled at this? You're moving exactly the way Arjun used to… Actually, you're even better—since these are the only techniques you know and you've been refining these basics for years, while he moved on to more advanced techniques.

These basics, the precision, your discipline in doing it regularly—it's clear you've dedicated yourself to it," she said, her eyes flicking over my chest and arms, lingering just a bit too long.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I've been practicing a lot. It keeps me grounded, you know? Helps me focus." I paused, noticing the way her gaze softened and grew intent, a warmth in her expression that stirred a slight blush on my own face.

She nodded, not taking her eyes off me, and there was a tenderness in her gaze that made my breath hitch.

"It suits you," she said quietly, her eyes lingering on my chest, trailing down my arms. "You look so… at peace when you do it. Powerful."

Her voice wavered slightly, and she looked away, as if realizing she'd said too much. But her gaze drifted back, almost against her will, her cheeks coloring as she watched me move.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't shake the way her mind kept returning to me, a steady warmth building as she watched.

I gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Thanks, Mom." I wiped some sweat off my forehead, taking a deep breath. "Want to watch for a bit? I still have a few moves left."

Her face brightened, and she eagerly sat down on a nearby chair, her gaze following me intently as I resumed.

As I continued through each form, I felt her eyes on me, her admiration blending with a deeper feeling she couldn't quite push away, no matter how hard she tried.

Her heart raced each time my muscles tightened or flexed, and a subtle warmth rose within her as her thoughts drifted back to me again and again.

Finally, I wrapped up my routine, taking a few calming breaths before turning to her with a grin. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with pride, and yet, a subtle blush lingered on her cheeks.

"That was… incredible, Samuel. I'm so proud of you," she said, her voice a little breathless as she reached out, hugging me tightly and letting the hug linger just a moment longer than usual.

"Thank you, Mom." I smiled, feeling the warmth of her hand and the depth of her gaze.

You know, I'm all sweaty and now you have become sweaty as well, so how about we have a bath together to wash ourselves of all this sweat.

Esther's cheeks flushed deeply as she realized what she had just done. She slowly broke the hug, glancing up at me with a mix of embarrassment and a lingering warmth in her gaze.

She hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of her robe, but then nodded, her voice soft. "Yes… I think a bath would be… nice."

I grinned, pleased to see her taking the initiative. "Alright, let's get rid of all this sweat together, then," I replied, my tone warm and gentle, she nodded without retorting.

We walked to the bathroom, the silence between us carrying an almost electric feeling, anticipation hanging in the air.

She kept glancing over at me, her eyes filled with a mix of shyness and curiosity. I could see her nervousness, but there was also something else there—something that gave me a pleased smile.

Once we were in the bathroom, I started the water, testing it until it was the right temperature.

I caught Esther stealing glances at my bare chest, her cheeks growing even redder. As the bath filled, I took her hand and guided her in, keeping my touch reassuring.

The warm water wrapped around us, soothing and calm. We sat across from each other at first, the silence comfortable yet charged. But slowly, she moved closer, her hands reaching out tentatively.

Her fingers brushed against my shoulder, then traced down my arm, lingering as if fascinated by the strength she felt there.

"Samuel… you've grown so strong," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. Her fingers ran down to my chest, resting there for a moment as she looked into my eyes, and I could see the warmth in her gaze intensify.

I smiled softly, giving her a gentle nod. "It's all thanks to me wanting to protect you from everyone, Mom. I wanted to keep you safe."

Her lips curved into a shy smile, and I felt her hand drift lower, her fingers exploring the hard lines of my torso, her touch growing bolder with each passing moment.

Her breathing grew a little heavier, her body inching closer until her knee brushed against mine.

The water rippled softly around us, adding to the intimacy. She looked up at me, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, as if checking to see if I was comfortable.

Seeing my smile, she seemed to relax, her hand now running over my shoulder with a lingering, almost gentle caress.

"Samuel…" she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns along my skin. "You've always been so… strong and kind, especially with me. I'm… lucky to have you."

I could feel her body growing warmer as she moved even closer, our breaths mingling in the small space.

Her gaze flicked down to where her right hand rested on my chest, while her left hand was just inches away from my erect rod, her eyes shifting from my chest to my hard dick and she bit her lip, a small, shy smile forming.

Her fingers traveled slowly, tracing the lines of my muscles, and I could feel her body respond to each touch. She wasn't rushing; instead, she let herself explore, using the excuse of bathing to feel the contours of my arms, my shoulders, and my chest, as if committing each part to memory.

"I… I never realized just how much you've grown," she murmured, almost to herself, her voice soft but filled with a subtle intensity.

Her hands pressed lightly against my chest, her blush deepening as she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and something even deeper.

I reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice quiet but warm. "It means a lot, coming from you."

As the warmth between us grew, I let my hand move from her shoulder, slowly trailing down her arm in a gentle, comforting motion. I watched her body react, her breath quickening as my touch lingered.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into my touch, her own hands resting on my chest and shoulders, continuing her soft exploration.

My fingers traced the curve of her arm, moving to her shoulder, and then down to her back. She shivered slightly under my touch, her eyes meeting mine with a blend of curiosity and something deeper.

I could see the warmth in her gaze, a look of admiration that seemed to grow with each small movement.

As my hand brushed over her back, I grabbed her butts, gave them a light slap and held them tightly, her body grew hotter, and I could feel her heart beating faster.

Her hand, too, seemed to grow bolder, exploring the muscles on my arms, then returning to my chest while her other hand had already held my rod, not wanting to take her hand off it, almost as if she was losing track of what she was doing, caught up in the quiet connection between us.

"Samuel…" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a subtle hint of longing. Her eyes met mine again, holding my gaze as her fingers moved in slow, lingering motions across my chest.

"Mom, you've always been there for me," I replied softly, as I turned her body around, now her back rested on my chest as my dick was poking at her butt, my one hand resting on her waist while the other was on her tits.

My grip spoke of a possessiveness that sent jolts across her body. The warmth of the moment pulled us even closer.

I felt her body tense slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, she allowed herself to lean into me, her eyes closing for a moment as my touch trailed gently along her back.

The water rippled softly around us as I let my hands move, trailing slowly from her waist to her abdomen as I held her pussy with my hand, massaging it occasionally, and she shivered at the sensation.

Her blush deepened, her face inches from mine, and I could see the softness in her expression, the way she was letting herself be drawn in.

As my hand came to rest at her tits and pussy, she looked up, her gaze meeting mine with a tenderness that stirred something deep within both of us.

I smiled gently, letting my thumb trace small circles along her side, feeling her relax further under my touch. Her body grew warmer with each gentle caress, her own hands now exploring with a newfound confidence.

With each quiet moment, her sense of herself seemed to slip away as she got lost in the closeness between us. Finally, she leaned forward, her hands resting on my shoulders as she let herself be held, her voice soft and filled with warmth.

"Thank you, Samuel… for being here," she whispered, her tone filled with gratitude and a depth that spoke volumes as she leaned in kissing my lips, the kiss filled with passion and hunger as she kept on kissing, forgetting everything else.

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