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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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2319 Chs

Escorting them home

Just like last time, I prioritized escorting my girls home. This time, with the addition of Nina, Arisa, and Izumi, we got off the bus at an earlier stop than the one close to Nami, Shizu, Hina, and Saki’s neighborhood.

As always, I ended up overthinking about how to bring it up. When I managed to come up with a flimsy excuse in my head that would probably sound so weak, I was met by the girls’ knowing smiles as though they already expected what I was about to say.

Yep. What a dumbass. My girls could already read me like an open book. Even Nina understood why I became silent.

Due to that, the vampire fanatic found it more amusing to see that side of me.

“Not gonna lie, senpai. I love discovering things like this. Will you show me more?”

Or so she said.

I didn’t answer her, pretending I failed to catch what she said.

All of us got off together, leaving the remaining passengers whispering behind our backs.