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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 · Urbain
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Properly (2)

Whether what Nami said was true or not, I still wanted to have that talk to Saki… and make her mine. Not just someone who I would present chances to take. That’s not the kind of relationship I wanted for us.

”Nami, do you think she’s also below any of you?”

Since it was her observation of her, she’s surely not thinking the same as her. But I still had to ask, to know what Nami thinks of Saki.

“Of course not, she’s a part of our circle and there’s no such thing as hierarchy between us. At least, that’s what I like to believe. Besides, seeing how you wanted to talk to her, I don’t need to ask anymore whether you came to like her or not. Even if you say you’re just initially interested in her, isn’t that how it always starts with you? Your interest in a girl will eventually grow into your liking and in the end, loving the girl.”

Nami’s speculation was spot on again.

Well, her observer skills were always this scary. She could read me through her everyday observations of me.