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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.

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2371 Chs

Before the real thing *

Dilemma or not, I at least need to answer Nami’s feelings. She had been too understanding as of late but that didn’t mean what happened for the past few days, especially the thing with Saki, hadn’t affected her.

I lowered my gaze and watched how the girl quiver from embarrassment she felt assuming I understood the hidden meaning behind her invitation.

She’s not built to be adorable. In fact, she’s more of the cool and elegant beauty that was slightly tomboyish from how she carried herself. However, the more I spent my time with her, the more I couldn’t deny her cuteness.

Just feeling her soft hands tightly clinging to my back and her beautiful frame trying to fit herself in my chest, I was already on the verge of losing my sanity from restricting myself not to push her down right at this moment.

As my arms enclosed her body, Nami’s quivering stopped. And before long she raised her gaze, meeting mine.

“Is it a no?” She asked, her voice slightly breaking.