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Stealing Spree

Note: There's no magic in this novel. This was previously in the Realistic Fiction genre but it's not included in the choices. So I picked the closest one to it. Onoda Ruki is just your ordinary high school student. He strived for being the Classmate A who's unimportant to the story. Despite being the Classmate A. Onoda has a secret desire which he always had ever since young and that was to steal each and every girl from their guy. Join him as he entered his high school days as he conquer and steal every girl he sets his eyes on. And along the way, the growth in his character and those around him. TAGS: Netori, Romance, R-18, Harem, School Life Discord Invite: BWBWUrU Support me on Patreon: /dyrem *I do not own the cover photo. I will take it out if requested. *DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Moreover, the ages of the characters appearing in this fiction are 18 and above.

Dyrem · Urban
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2044 Chs

Remaining Plans

After finishing dismantling our tent, I extracted myself from our group before Hino could even approach me. I packed up my things and then went inside our cabin to use the bathroom.

Camp might’ve been over and everyone was already rejoicing for their freedom to roam but I still have a promise to fulfill. And since I’ve gotten a little sweaty from the tasks, taking a shower to refresh myself was in order.

And while doing so, it also became a moment for me to rearrange my thoughts. To make sure that I’m not going to miss anything.

“Let’s see... I should start with what can be considered my last plan before ending the day... Picking up Akane.”

Alright. That’s just an excuse since she’s the first one who came to my mind.

Somehow, even though I could admit that I missed everyone and I had a great time with my girls here, not being able to contact, see, or hold that silly girl felt like something was missing. I was already too used to her presence by my side.