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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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2456 Chs

Can't hold back *

With Futaba not making any movements after that, I stopped paying attention to her and put my focus back on my wife pressed down underneath me.

Having the entirety of my length firmly lodged deep inside her, all that was left was for me to make my move.

“Akane, I love you.” After pronouncing my undying affection for the nth time, I kissed and nibbled her lips and ear before eventually going down to her neck and her exposed hill, sucking her delectable cherries. At the same time, my hips started moving in a subtle thrusting motion, barely shaking our bed.

This was something I had already done before with Saki and the other girls when we needed to be as silent as possible.

Holding back as much force with my thrust, I created a set rhythm that would give the same effect as scraping her most sensitive spots, causing Akane to still react to it strongly as though we were making love like usual.

Of course, a small tremor was still created because of how springy our bed was.