Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

When the meal finally ended, I dropped them off at our apartment's circle, where each one of them would go their separate ways, living in buildings not more than 100 meters away from each other.

We parted ways with the group, Esther and I drove back to our apartment complex. Her mood was visibly sour, but before she could say anything, I leaned in and kissed her softly.

"They're just playing around," I said gently. "Don't let it get to you. You know we need them seduced for the mission to succeed ."

Esther sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she nodded. "I know… but it's hard. They're so bold, and I just…I just feel like they are vixens who would steal you from me the second I let them get too casual around you."

"Trust me," I interrupted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I've got no interest in getting myself romantically involved with them."

She smiled weakly, leaning into me as we drove away.

Meanwhile, at the apartment circle, the girls stayed behind, their laughter turning into hushed whispers as they discussed what had just transpired.

"I still can't believe it," Linda said, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Esther and Samuel… together? That's just insane."

Karen smirked, sipping her cold coffee that she bought. "Insane, but also kind of… hot. I mean, did you see the way he carried himself?

He's so confident, so… manly. And the way Esther acted around him and how Samuel protected him."

Sarah nodded eagerly. "And the way he shut down not just the waiter but the whole restaurant earlier? God, that was so sexy. Esther's so lucky. I'm really jealous of her."

Diane grinned mischievously. "Honestly, if Esther wasn't his mom, I'd have made a move on him ages ago. He's someone for whom I would willingly cheat on my husband.

I'm willing to risk everything for him, my children, my normal life and even my marriage. I don't care if he's half my age or around my son's age. He's just…too perfect to be left alone."

Susan leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "But now that Esther's crossed that line… doesn't that mean we can, too?

I mean, she can't exactly judge us for wanting to, given she herself had sex with him, and openly admitted to it with pride, right?"

The group fell silent for a moment, exchanging glances.

Karen broke the silence, her voice low but firm. "You're right. If Esther's already done it, what's stopping us?

I mean, we're her best friends and almost pseudo mothers to Samuel as well. If she's happy to share the details, why not share the experience with us as well?

If Samuel can sleep with her blood related mother, we are his non blood related mothers, it's less forbidden then Esther's. Afterall, as long as it's not blood related it isn't a problem right"

Linda chuckled nervously. "Do you think she'd actually let us? Or would she freak out?"

Sarah shrugged, a sly smile on her face. "Who knows? But I, for one, wouldn't mind finding out. Samuel's way too tempting to ignore.

Let's try making our moves, not just flirting, getting more physical and touchy with him, if he doesn't resist that then it's not a problem."

The girls laughed softly, their playful banter continuing as they left the restaurant, each secretly wondering if there was a chance to explore the idea further.

As the women walked out towards their respective buildings, their laughter echoed in the cool night air.

Though they didn't fully understand it, their thoughts about me were becoming more persistent, more consuming.

The idea of being with me, of touching me, wasn't just playful curiosity anymore—it felt… natural.

Unbeknownst to them, my passive skill, Aura of Allure, was at work. The ability subtly amplified my charm, making me irresistible in ways that went beyond normal attraction.

It wasn't just my looks or confidence—it was something deeper, something that tugged at the edges of their minds, softening their inhibitions and igniting desires they might not have considered otherwise.

Susan's Apartment:

Back in her room, Susan lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about me.

The way I smiled, the way my deep voice carried such calm authority—it all lingered in her mind, refusing to let go.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered, her cheeks burning. But even as she scolded herself, her thoughts wandered to forbidden places.

She imagined my strong hands brushing against her skin, my lips claiming hers. The vividness of the images made her heart race.

Beside her, her husband snored loudly, his mouth hanging open as a thin trail of drool escaped down his unshaven chin.

Susan glanced at him, and a wave of repulsion washed over her. His patchy beard was unkempt, with stray hairs sticking out in all directions, and his face appeared puffy and worn.

His large, obese stomach rose and fell with each labored breath, his stained, wrinkled shirt clinging to his body in an unflattering way.

The faint odor of sweat and stale food lingered around him, making Susan instinctively wrinkle her nose.

His sweatpants, loose and fraying at the edges, hung awkwardly on his hips, completing the picture of neglect.

She turned away quickly, her stomach churning. The stark contrast between the man lying beside her and the ideal image of a man I am had created in her mind was almost unbearable.

Where I exuded confidence, strength, and charm, her husband seemed to embody everything opposite—sloppiness, lethargy, and disinterest.

Susan bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as her thoughts drifted back to me. She closed her eyes, choosing to lose herself in fantasies of me rather than dwell on the unattractive reality snoring next to her.

At least thinking about me felt… exciting. Thrilling, compared to her husband, who had long lost the spark that once drew her in, Samuel was magnetic.

Susan closed her eyes, trying to shake off the feelings, but the image of my confident smile kept pulling her back.

Her body reacted to the thought, heat rising to her cheeks and spreading through her.

"Better this than... that," she muttered to herself, glancing briefly at her husband again.

The stark contrast between them made her decision easy—she would rather lose herself in fantasies of me than confront the unattractive reality lying beside her.

Karen's Apartment:

Karen tossed and turned in her bed, unable to escape the image of my confident smile and magnetic presence.

Her dreams blurred the line between reality and fantasy, pulling her into vivid, intoxicating scenarios.

She dreamed of my strong hands caressing her skin, my lips exploring hers with a passion that made her heart race. My voice, low and commanding, sent shivers down her spine as I whispered her name.

The intensity of my gaze made her knees weak, and when I pulled her close, she felt truly alive, as though nothing else in the world mattered.

The dream was so consuming, so vivid, that when Karen woke up, her body trembled, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing uneven.

Her heart pounded in her chest as if she'd just stepped out of my embrace. Sitting up, she clutched the sheets to her chest, heat spreading through her body.

"What is wrong with me?" she murmured, her voice a mix of guilt and longing. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away, but the sensations lingered, betraying her conflicted feelings.

Her gaze shifted to the other side of the bed, where her husband lay sprawled out, snoring loudly.

His body took up more space than it should, his gut pressing against the stretched and stained fabric of his shirt, a leftover reminder of the greasy dinner he'd devoured earlier.

Karen winced as she looked at him. His thinning hair was plastered to his forehead, his unkempt beard giving him a disheveled appearance that only added to her growing repulsion.

The loud snores, mixed with the faint stench of tobacco and sweat, grated on her nerves, making her flinch with every rasping sound.

It wasn't just his unattractive appearance that pushed her away—it was everything about him.

His laziness, his lack of ambition, and his refusal to take care of himself made her feel as though she was carrying the weight of their entire relationship alone.

He dismissed her attempts to improve their home or relationship, choosing poker nights and TV over her time and again.

Karen sighed, running her fingers through her hair as the weight of her reality pressed down on her. Where her husband once made her feel cherished and desired, now he felt more like a burden, his very presence draining her.

Her thoughts wandered back to me, the stark contrast between the two men leaving a painful ache in her chest. I exuded power, respect, and poise.

I was driven and confident, a man who carried himself with purpose and made her feel alive again in ways her husband hadn't in years.

"Samuel would never be like this," she thought, biting her lip. Unlike the man beside her, I wouldn't settle for mediocrity or take her for granted.

I had an aura that drew her in, making her wish for things she knew she shouldn't.

Karen sank back into her pillow, guilt and longing battling within her. The thought of me was like a forbidden fruit—tempting, irresistible, and yet so wrong.

But every time her mind wandered to him, she felt further away from the dull, suffocating reality of her marriage.

Linda's Apartment

As Linda drifted off to sleep, her mind couldn't help but replay the moments from dinner. My's confidence, the way he carried himself—it was mesmerizing.

Her dream brought me even closer. I stood before her, my eyes locking with hers, making her feel seen in a way she hadn't in years.

In the dream, my hand brushed against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. I leaned in, my lips finding hers with a tenderness that made her knees weak. The kiss deepened, my touch igniting a fire in her that felt almost too real.

Linda suddenly woke up, her face flushed and her breathing uneven. She glanced to the side of the bed where her husband used to sleep.

His absence, after choosing work over their marriage, left a bitter taste in her mouth. For years, she had fought to save their relationship, but he only grew colder and more distant.

"Samuel would never treat me like that," she thought, her chest tightening. Unlike her husband who's no better than her ex, who prioritized money and status.

I had an aura of strength and understanding that made her feel valued. The comparison was painful yet undeniable.

Sarah's Apartment

Sarah's dreams were vivid and intoxicating. She found herself in my arms, my presence overwhelming yet comforting. My fingers trailed through her hair, my lips brushing against her neck. The dream was so real, so consuming, that she didn't want it to end.

When she woke up, her heart was racing, her body warm with longing. She turned to look at her husband, snoring loudly beside her.

His balding head, the beer belly he proudly ignored, and his refusal to take care of himself made her chest tighten with frustration.

She thought about how, even during their best moments, he never showed her the kind of attention I did in just one evening. I was attentive, poised, and magnetic—everything her husband wasn't.

"This isn't fair," she muttered, covering her face with her hands. But deep down, she couldn't deny how much more appealing I was compared to the man she once loved.

Diane's Apartment

Diane's dreams took her to a world she hadn't felt in years. In her dream, I held her close, my touch gentle yet firm.

My lips explored her neck, my hands tracing patterns on her skin, making her feel desired and alive in a way that was almost too much to handle.

She woke up gasping, her body aching with longing. Her gaze shifted to her husband, snoring loudly on his side of the bed.

His stained undershirt stretched over his growing belly, and his habit of chewing loudly and burping at the table replayed in her mind.

"Why did I settle for this?" she wondered bitterly. Her husband, once a charmer, had turned into someone who barely noticed her unless he needed something.

I, on the other hand, exuded charm and respect. I made her feel beautiful and important, even in fleeting moments.

Diane sighed, pulling the blanket over her head. The dreams left her conflicted, but she couldn't deny how much more I appealed to her than the man sleeping next to her.

Unbeknownst to the women, my aura of allure was working overtime. It wasn't just my presence that was affecting them—it was my very existence.

The skill amplified their attraction, lowering their inhibitions and heightening their desires.

Even as they tried to rationalize their thoughts and feelings, my allure was impossible to ignore.

Each woman found herself drawn to me, their minds and bodies betraying them in ways they couldn't control.

The dreams weren't random—they were a manifestation of the growing influence I had on them. And as the days went on, the pull would only get stronger.

—

The next morning, the women gathered for coffee at Linda's house. As they sat around the table, their conversation turned, almost inevitably, back to Samuel.

"I couldn't stop thinking about him," Karen admitted, her tone light but her expression serious.

Sarah nodded, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. "Same here. It's like… he's stuck in my head. I can't explain it."

Diane leaned forward, her voice low. "It's not just attraction, though. It's more than that. It's like being near him makes you feel… alive."

The room fell silent as they exchanged looks, each realizing they weren't alone in their feelings.

Linda hesitated before speaking. "Do you think… it's just us? Or is there something about him?"

Karen shrugged. "Does it matter? All I know is, the more I think about it, the more I want to be around him."

Sarah grinned. "So what are we going to do about it?"

Diane smirked. "Maybe we take things slow. Start small, like we said—get closer, see how he reacts. If he's anything like Esther, he won't be able to resist."

Linda hesitated, but even she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. "I guess we could try," she said quietly, her cheeks flushing.

What they didn't realize was that they were still under the influence of my aura of allure. I don't know whether it was because the power was too potent or they already had these emotions for me which just got amplified and awakened by my aura of allure.

Whatever the case, it worked subtly, intertwining with their existing thoughts and feelings, heightening their emotions, and dissolving their usual resistance to desires they would have otherwise kept buried.

Each woman left Linda's house with a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. Their thoughts were no longer just idle curiosity—they were plans. Plans to get closer to me, to test the boundaries of their feelings.

And I, as always, remained calm, seemingly unaware of the storm my presence had stirred.

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