Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

The next morning, Sarah arrived at the door dressed to impress—or rather, to distract. She wore a sleek, black sports bra that clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing her toned midriff and the subtle curve of her waist.

Her leggings were equally eye-catching—deep maroon with mesh panels running along the sides, revealing just enough of her thighs to draw attention without being overly obvious.

Her outfit was paired with a matching cropped jacket, left unzipped, which bounced slightly as she moved, drawing subtle attention to her chest.

She completed the look with black sneakers and a high ponytail, leaving a few loose strands framing her face.

The entire outfit looked less like it was meant for a workout and more like it was designed to turn heads—and it was working.

Sarah was in her early thirties, an undeniably attractive woman who carried herself with confidence and grace.

Her wavy chestnut-brown hair framed a heart-shaped face with striking hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief.

She had a bright, teasing smile that could disarm almost anyone and a voice that held a sultry edge without effort.

Though her figure showed signs of her age and lifestyle—slight belly fat and soft love handles visible beneath her tight workout top—these only added to her charm.

Her body still retained its allure, with shapely legs, a well-defined waist, and a chest that naturally drew attention.

Her soft belly was slightly noticeable when she stretched or leaned forward, a reminder of her natural beauty.

Despite the subtle imperfections, Sarah radiated a mature attractiveness. Her combination of confidence, playfulness, and a hint of vulnerability made her undeniably desirable to those around her.

When she smiled and leaned against the doorframe, the confidence in her posture made it clear she knew exactly how good she looked.

Sarah's chirpy "Good morning My Dear Samuel!" She hugged me and greeted me morning as soon as I opened the door. She stood there holding a water bottle and a yoga mat, her outfit leaving little to the imagination.

"I decided I need to stay fit," she explained, flashing me a bright smile. "And who better to help me than you? I thought we could work out together.

You can give me some tips. Since I know you workout in the morning, so here I am ready to get in shape."

I raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Alright. What about your husband and child?

"What do you expect, sleeping as always without a single worry. For them their sleep is more important and fun than fitness." Sarah said with a defeated sigh.

"Alright, alright. Let's get started." I said with a chuckle as I let her in.

As we moved to the workout area, Sarah laid her mat next to mine. She stretched her arms above her head, her sports bra lifting slightly to reveal a glimpse of her toned stomach.

"Where do we start?" she asked, bending over to touch her toes, her leggings perfectly accentuating every curve.

I cleared my throat, keeping my focus on the routine. "We'll start with some basic stretches."

She followed along but seemed to be deliberately off in her form. "Am I doing this right?" she asked during a squat, bending low and glancing back at me over her shoulder.

I stepped closer, placing my hands lightly on her hips to adjust her stance. "No, shift your weight here," I said, guiding her.

Her skin was warm under my touch, and she let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh. "Like this?" she asked, straightening up slowly, her back brushing against my chest.

"Yeah, that's better," I replied, stepping back to create some distance.

But Sarah wasn't done. She moved into another stretch, this time bending backward, her chest pushing forward. "How's my posture now?" she asked, glancing at me.

"Your back needs to arch less," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral as I adjusted her shoulders.

Her response was a sly smile. "You're so good at this. No wonder Esther stays in such good shape that even now she's the hottest among us."

Next, Sarah moved into yoga poses, deliberately choosing the more provocative ones.

She transitioned into a cobra pose, her chest pressed to the floor as her upper body arched upward. "Is this okay?" she asked, shifting slightly to emphasize her form.

"Lower your back a bit," I instructed, placing a hand on her lower back. She moved into a position that had me adjusting her waist, inadvertently brushing against the sides of her chest.

She didn't flinch—in fact, she seemed to lean into my touch. "You've got such a gentle touch," she murmured.

Her antics escalated when she picked up resistance bands and struggled intentionally. "Can you help me?" she asked, wrapping the band around her thighs and attempting squats.

When I adjusted her stance, my hands briefly touched her waist and the curve of her lower back. At one point, she "accidentally" tilted too far forward, prompting me to catch her by her hips to keep her from falling.

"Thanks," she said breathlessly, looking up at me with wide eyes.

Sarah even went as far as asking me to check her shoulder stretches, lifting her arms and placing my hands near the sides of her chest to guide her.

By now, Esther, who had been quietly doing her workout nearby, was watching the entire scene unfold.

She stopped mid-pose and narrowed her eyes at Sarah's exaggerated movements and requests for help.

Esther dropped her dumbbell with a thud and crossed her arms. "That's enough for me today," she said, her tone sharp.

Sarah barely glanced her way and continued her stretches, now transitioning into a pose that had me adjusting her lower back near her hips.

Esther muttered under her breath, "She's doing this on purpose. There's no way this is accidental."

I caught the glare Esther was giving Sarah and sighed inwardly, knowing she was absolutely right.

Sarah was halfway through another squat when she suddenly stumbled forward. "Oh!" she exclaimed, her body tipping dangerously out of balance.

Instinctively, I stepped in to catch her, my hands finding the gap at her shoulders to steady her. But the momentum brought her flush against me, and as I held her shoulders, my palms pressed firmly against the sides of her breasts.

For a moment, neither of us moved, our proximity uncomfortably close. Sarah tilted her head up, her face inches from mine, her breathing a little quicker than before. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, not pulling away.

"It's fine," I said, quickly trying to let go, but she leaned in closer, her tone shifting to something almost playful.

"I've gotten so rusty," she sighed, her lips dangerously close to mine. "I think I'll have to come by every day to work out with you. You're just so good at this—strong, knowledgeable, and so attentive."

Her eyes flicked down to where my hands were still inadvertently placed, but she made no effort to step back. Instead, she smiled softly, her cheeks flushed, as though this entire situation were perfectly normal.

Esther, who had been watching from the corner, froze when she saw Sarah leaning even closer, her body pressing against mine.

Unable to take it any longer, she rushed over and placed herself between us, firmly pulling Sarah back by her arm.

"That's enough," Esther said, her voice clipped.

Sarah blinked innocently. "Oh, sorry! I didn't realize I was that close," she said with a small laugh, though her smirk suggested otherwise.

Esther gave her a hard look but didn't say more. I stepped back, trying to reset the mood, but Sarah wasn't done with her antics.

As the workout continued, she kept finding ways to position herself in ways that urged me to notice her body.

During lunges, she leaned forward just enough for her butt to be directly in my line of sight, glancing back to "check" if her form was correct.

"Am I low enough?" she asked, holding the pose longer than necessary.

Later, she picked up a resistance band again and wrapped it around her chest. "Could you hold it in place for me?" she asked sweetly.

When I stepped closer to adjust it, my hands held the curves of her chest, holding the resistance band. She let out a soft hum, pretending not to notice.

Even during abs exercises, Sarah managed to push the boundaries. Lying on her mat, she asked me to check her posture, and my hand ended up resting near her abdomen, just inches from her pussy. She didn't move, her smile unwavering as she praised how helpful I was.

"You're amazing at this," she said, placing a hand lightly on mine. "I don't think I've ever had such a good workout partner."

By the end, Esther looked like she was barely holding it together. When Sarah finally picked up her things to leave, she turned to me with a lingering glance. "Thanks for today," she said softly, stepping closer. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Esther immediately stepped between us again, her hand on my chest as if to block Sarah from coming any closer.

As soon as the door shut behind Sarah, Esther turned to me, her eyes blazing. "Bold, isn't she?" she said, crossing her arms. "If I hadn't stepped in, she would've tried kissing you—or worse she would have slept with you right now!"

I sighed, wiping the sweat from my brow. "She's just… strange, I didn't know she can be this bold."

Esther shook her head. "Bold? If I hadn't been here, she would've happily slept with you right here on the mat!"

Her words hung in the air, and I couldn't argue. Sarah's antics had gone far beyond subtle flirtation, and Esther had every reason to be frustrated.

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Diane's approach was more calculated. She invited me over to her place under the pretense of needing help with some minor home repairs.

"My sink is leaking, and I have no idea how to fix it. I asked my husband to help with it, but he didn't even answer my phone. I don't want to waste money over something that we can do easily.

Could you please come and help me with it? I fear I might do something that would worsen the situation." she said over the phone, her tone laced with just the right amount of vulnerability.

Diane was a woman in her late thirties, with a refined elegance that turned heads wherever she went. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, catching the light and framing her heart-shaped face.

Her hazel eyes seemed to dance with a mix of charm and mischief, always drawing people in with their warmth.

She had a curvaceous figure that was impossible to ignore, with soft, feminine features that only added to her allure.

Diane wasn't petite, but her hourglass shape was balanced perfectly, with wide hips and a full bust that gave her a confident and maternal appeal.

She carried herself with grace, and even the simplest movements seemed purposeful and poised.

Her skin had a natural radiance, with a few faint lines around her eyes that only enhanced her mature beauty.

Diane always chose her outfits carefully, knowing exactly how to highlight her best features without seeming overdone.

When I arrived, Diane greeted me in a casual yet suggestive outfit—The loose cropped sweater she wore hung just right, offering teasing glimpses of her toned stomach whenever she moved.

Her shorts showed off her long, smooth legs, which seemed to glow under the kitchen light.

"Thanks for coming," she said, her voice soft as she led me to the kitchen.

As I worked on the sink, Diane found every opportunity to make contact, her touches subtle but deliberate. When she handed me a wrench, her fingers lingered against mine just a moment too long.

As I knelt to inspect the pipes, she crouched beside me, her shoulder brushing against mine, her perfume enveloping the space between us.

"Do you think it's a big problem?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a trace of concern as she placed a hand lightly on my arm, drawing my attention.

When I tightened a particularly stubborn bolt, Diane leaned closer, watching intently, her hand resting on my shoulder for support.

Her sweater shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her collarbone and a hint of the skin beneath.

"You're so good at this," she said with a light laugh, her fingers giving a small, appreciative squeeze.

Once the job was done, Diane handed me a glass of water, her touch lingering as her eyes met mine.

"I'm really grateful. You've saved me so much trouble, honestly you are more reliable than my own husband." she said, her smile warm and inviting.

Her subtle touches, soft voice, and lingering gazes made it clear she was trying to get closer without being overt.

Each interaction felt deliberate, her presence impossible to ignore as she moved gracefully around the room, finding excuses to stay near me.

Diane wasn't finished after expressing her gratitude. She lingered nearby, leaning casually against the counter as she sipped from her glass of water.

Her posture was relaxed, but there was a deliberate curve to the way she stood, emphasizing her figure.

"You must have a busy schedule," she said, her voice smooth and conversational. "I feel bad taking up so much of your time, but it's so nice to have someone around who actually knows what they're doing."

Her smile was warm, but her gaze lingered just a little too long. She moved closer, standing at my side as she gestured toward a cabinet.

"While you're here, could you help me tighten this knob? It's been loose for ages," she said, opening the cabinet door.

I nodded, grabbing a screwdriver from my toolbox. As I worked, Diane leaned in again, her arm brushing against mine. Her presence felt intentional—too close for it to be purely casual.

When I finished tightening the knob, Diane let out a soft laugh. "You're like a magician with tools. I should hire you full-time," she teased, lightly tapping my arm.

Her hand stayed on my forearm for a beat longer, her touch warm and lingering. Then she stepped back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I made some coffee earlier," she said, her voice lilting. "Would you like a cup? It's the least I can do after all your help."

Before I could answer, she had already started pouring, her movements fluid and graceful. She handed me a cup, her fingers grazing mine again.

"Careful, it's hot," she said, her voice soft, her eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something more than gratitude.

As I sipped the coffee, Diane moved to tidy the counter, though her actions seemed more like an excuse to stay near me.

She bent slightly to wipe a surface, her shorts riding up just enough to draw my attention before she straightened.

"I guess I've gotten a little too comfortable with my husband who used to take care of these things before, but now he doesn't even bother to pick my phone." she said with a wry smile. "Maybe I should start learning how to fix things myself.

I don't want to rely on him for these kinds of things especially when he doesn't even bother to even pick my phone. Would you mind showing me a few tricks sometime?"

Her request felt less about learning and more about keeping me close. Her tone was light, but her eyes had a playful glint.

When it was finally time for me to leave, Diane walked me to the door, her hand lightly brushing against my arm as she spoke.

"Thank you again," she said, her smile warm and genuine. "You really saved the day. Maybe next time, I can repay the favor—dinner, perhaps? You deserve a proper thank-you."

Her words hung in the air, her gaze steady as if testing my reaction. Before I could respond, she gave my arm one last squeeze, lingering in the doorway as I stepped outside.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel the weight of her gaze, her lingering presence leaving an impression that was impossible to ignore.

Diane's subtle yet calculated tactics had made her intentions clear, even if she never said them outright.

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