webnovel

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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
2371 Chs

Don't disappoint me

After around 15 minutes of the Student Council meeting wherein they tackled other issues aside from that of the Baseball Club destroying school property, the three left with their other assignments and we were once again left alone in this room.

I thought she would instantly dive back to her work but Shizu turned her head to me, “Onoda-kun, let’s take that rest you’re talking about.”

After saying that, she stood up and went to the sofa where the couple was sitting earlier.

And abiding by what she asked earlier, I followed her and took the seat next to her. I didn’t make a move of course or she might just push me away again. It’s better to act like this than repeat what I did earlier.

With the two of us sitting straight, I could feel we’re both waiting on each other about who would talk first.

I turned my head slightly to check on her. However, it was as if she was thinking the same as me.