Rizz Leveling: A Solo Leveling Fic

As I held her close, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. With Esther already mine and my new ability in play, the next mission didn't seem as daunting. It was time to strategize, charm, and conquer. The Rizz Monarch was just getting started.

Esther picked up her phone, glanced at the screen, and said, "It's almost noon. I'll prepare lunch for us." She got up, her naked figure moving gracefully as she headed toward the kitchen, her hips swaying naturally with each step.

She then wore a simple apron that barely covered her naked body, her curves accentuated by the lack of clothing.

I couldn't help but admire her as she walked away. Her body was perfect, every curve and line a masterpiece. I watched as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her hips swaying and tits jiggling with each step.

I spent the next few minutes, getting dressed and cleaning up the mess we had made while having sex. As I worked, I couldn't shake the image of Esther in that apron, her body on full display. I imagined myself touching her, tasting her.

When I finished cleaning, I went to the kitchen to see what Esther was cooking. She was standing at the stove, tossing a fresh vegetable stir-fry in the pan. Her back was to me, and I couldn't resist the urge to sneak up behind her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Food looks delicious but you look more delicious to me."

She giggled and turned around to face me. "You're such a tease," she said, playfully kissing my cheek and pushing me away, saying, "Let me cook."

"I can't help it," I replied, grinning while hugging her from behind once again. "You look too good to resist."

She rolled her eyes seeing she couldn't push me away no matter what she did or said, but at the same time she couldn't hide the smile on her face from getting the feeling of being desired by me, as she said, "Just focus on the vegetable stir fry, okay?"

Esther continued cooking, her movements graceful and deliberate. The sizzle of the stir-fry filled the room, accompanied by the warm aroma of fresh vegetables and seasonings.

She plated the food with care, adding a light garnish before turning to me, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Lunch is ready," she said, carrying the plates to the table.

I followed, pulling out a chair for myself. But instead of sitting across from me, Esther placed her plate on the table and settled herself on my lap. Her bare skin against me was enough to make my heart race, but her smile kept things light and playful.

"You're really not going to sit in your chair, huh?" I teased grabbing her butt firmly.

She smirked, picking up a piece of broccoli with her fingers and holding it to my lips. "Why would I? You are my man now, and your lap is the best place for me, plus this way, I get to feed you."

I opened my mouth, accepting the bite and holding her gaze. She leaned forward, brushing her lips softly against mine before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

"My turn," I said, picking up a forkful of stir-fry. But instead of feeding her directly, I popped it into my own mouth, savoring the flavor.

"Hey!" she protested, laughing. "That was supposed to be mine."

"Oh, my mistake." I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers, letting her taste the food from my mouth. She giggled mid-kiss, the sound light and happy as she indulged in the playful exchange.

We continued like that, sharing bites in turns, sometimes feeding each other with our hands, other times through gentle kisses. The warmth of the food was nothing compared to the heat between us. Her laughter mixed with my own as we stole moments of intimacy between bites.

At one point, a piece of carrot slipped from her hand, landing on my shirt. She lowered her head, and used her mouth to take the carrot back into her mouth.

Her bold move made me smile, and I couldn't help but chuckle as she straightened, chewing the carrot with a mischievous smirk.

"You're full of surprises, now that you have become my woman, I'm getting to see new sides of yours." I said, tilting her chin up to look at me.

Esther's lips curled into a sly smile as she tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you did say you wanted all of me, didn't you?

New sides come with the package, all the sides that are hidden under the scared vulnerable side of mine." she teased, her voice soft yet filled with playful confidence.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my lips. "And trust me," she whispered, her tone dropping to something more intimate, "you haven't even scratched the surface yet."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't resist pulling her closer, my grip firm but gentle. "Then I'll make it my mission to explore every part of you, both internally and externally." I murmured, my gaze locked on hers.

Esther chuckled, a sound that was equal parts sweet and alluring. "Good," she replied, brushing her lips lightly against mine. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Her playful tone was matched by the glint in her eyes as she leaned closer, brushing her lips against mine.

I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tasting the food she just ate, that still lingered on her lips. She melted into me for a moment, then pulled back with a soft laugh.

"Are we eating or making out?" she teased, plucking a piece of bell pepper from my plate and popping it into her mouth.

"Can't we do both?" I shot back, slipping my hand around her waist to pull her closer.

She rolled her eyes but didn't move away, instead picking up another piece of food and holding it to my lips. I took the bite, savoring not just the flavor of the stir-fry but the way she looked at me—like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

We finished the meal slowly, savoring every bite and every moment together. When the plates were empty, she leaned back against me, her head resting on my shoulder as we basked in the quiet intimacy.

"You know," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, "I could get addicted to this, to you. Just you, me, and moments like this."

I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, my voice low and sincere. "You'll have to. I'm like a drug, Esther. Once you have me, there's no turning back, you'll do anything but would never want to get over this addiction."

Her smile softened, and she tilted her head to meet my gaze, her eyes filled with warmth. "Then I would drown myself in the addiction called Samuel."

I nodded, my fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. "We will," I whispered before kissing her again. This time, it was slower, deeper—an unspoken promise of everything I intended to give her.

The dishes could wait. Right now, all that mattered was the woman in my arms and the love we shared.

After lunch, Esther and I cleaned up the table together, stealing little touches and glances like a couple who had just begun their love story. As the last plate was set aside, I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

We had a long relaxing bath, cleaning away all the dirt, and inspecting each other's body to our heart's content.

"We're starting your training from today," I said, looking at her with a mix of seriousness and warmth.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips quivering into a curious smile. "Training? For what?"

"I'll explain everything later, right now I need to train you and make you stronger, not just physically but mentally as well." I replied.

"Is everything okay? Why the sudden vibe shift?" She asked in a bit of worry.

"Don't worry Esther, as long as I am with you, nothing will happen to you!" I said.

"You are starting to scare me Samuel," she said as her happy mood turned to that of worry.

"Trust me Esther, there is nothing to worry about for now, I'll explain everything afterwards I promise. For now I want you to trust me okay?" I said, walking toward the gym room I had set up earlier.

Esther simply nodded, and a few minutes later, Esther walked out wearing her workout clothes—a fitted black sports bra and high-waisted leggings that clung to her body like a second skin.

Her toned midriff was on full display, her huge breasts barely contained in the bra, and the sleek fabric emphasized every curve. The sight made my breath hitch, and for a moment, I struggled to focus.

She caught me staring and smirked. "Eyes up here, Samuel," she teased, pointing to her face.

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head. "Can you blame me? You look… stunning, so much so that I want to tear them and pounce on you like crazy."

"Hands off them, these are my favourite clothes, plus flattery won't get you out of whatever you're about to make me do," she said, but her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she tied her hair into a ponytail.

It took every ounce of willpower to rein in the urge to pull her close and forget about training entirely. But this was important. I needed her to learn how to protect herself.

"All right, let's start with the basics," I said, taking a deep breath to refocus. "Today, I'm teaching you Kalaripayattu. It's one of the oldest and most effective forms of self-defense."

Esther's brows furrowed as she crossed her arms, her skepticism clear. "Why are you teaching me this now? Is something wrong?"

I paused, meeting her gaze. She deserved the truth, or at least part of it for now. "The world is changing, Esther. There are things happening—things I'll explain to you later. For now, just trust me. You need to be ready for anything."

Her expression softened, and she nodded. "Okay. I trust you."

I smiled and gestured for her to stand in front of me. "Good. Let's start with the stances. The foundation of Kalaripayattu is all about balance and fluidity."

I demonstrated the basic horse stance, my knees bent, feet apart, and arms positioned for defense. "Try this."

Esther mirrored my stance, but her movements were a little awkward. She wobbled slightly, trying to find her balance. "This feels weird," she admitted, laughing softly.

"That's normal," I reassured her. "It takes practice, plus your body isn't used to workouts let alone martial arts. Keep your back straight and your core engaged."

She adjusted her posture, her face scrunched in concentration. I stepped behind her, placing my hands gently on her waist to guide her. "Like this," I said, adjusting her hips. The warmth of her skin under my hands made it hard to concentrate, but I pushed the thought aside.

She glanced over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "You sure this isn't just an excuse to touch me?"

I smirked, leaning closer to her ear. "If I wanted to touch you, I wouldn't need an excuse. Remember you surrendered yourself to me, I can pound you anytime I want, and you are not allowed to stop me."

Her laugh was light, but she quickly refocused, determined to get it right.

We spent the next hour going over the stances and basic movements. Esther struggled at first, her body unused to the unfamiliar poses and transitions. "Why is this so hard?" she groaned, wiping sweat from her brow.

"Because it's meant to push you," I said. "Your body needs to adapt, and that takes time. But you're doing great."

She gave me a skeptical look but didn't give up. Her determination was inspiring, and despite the challenges, she didn't complain much.

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