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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

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Usually or at least, in my experience, a girl would be flustered or even scared and angry when I grabbed their hands out of nowhere. That held true for almost everyone I encountered. That seems to be not the case with Saionji. Rather than what I listed above, the only reaction she showed was a fearless grin as if nothing could topple her, followed by a meaningful sidelong glance to Nao situated at her side.

“Resorting to scaring me, are you? Too bad. This is also not going to work, junior~” Upon saying that, her hand wriggled out from my hold and turned the tables on me. Her slender fingers flimsily wrapped around my wrist and yanked me towards her. And while repeating what she just did earlier, she proudly declared, “I may have been helpless from the rumors about me and my only avenue is to get angry to clear it but this…”

The girl trailed her voice there as she lowered her gaze to my arm or the state of how she effortlessly pulled me over.