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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

Invitation

As we walked along the night street, the atmosphere between Saki and I could only be said in one word. Peaceful.

Holding her hand without any care even if we ran into someone, our journey to where her house was located quickly approached its end.

“Ruki...” As we stood in front of their house wherein the lights were already off, Saki called out to me before entering it.

I was still holding her hand so a simple turnaround was enough for her to be in front of me once more.

There were a few passersby in this street but everyone was minding their own business. The most we could get was a curious glance from them before they would continue on their way.

“Hmm? Does my Saki want another goodnight kiss?” I teasingly asked which immediately made her blush.

Her pair of reddish lips was still wet and glistening under the moonlight. Moreover, her neck was also somewhat damp from how much I focused on that when we had the chance. Below her collarbone, red marks filled it.