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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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2452 Chs

Game Over

For this silent guy’s first sentence being this kind of vague threat, I was honestly disappointed. It lacked any substance. Did he think that would make me shiver on the spot? Perhaps if he said something like ‘I’ll steal Saki from you’, I might give him a better evaluation.

I ignored him and went to collect dispensed drinks, putting them in a bag provided at the side in the process. After taking the change from the large bill I used, I pocketed it and returned to where I was sitting earlier.

I then looked at the two who had just started to recover.

I could leave them here already and return alone to the Gymnasium. However, because we all went together, I acted like the talk we just had was only a passing whisper that I had already forgotten.

A while later, Ogawa moved to the vending machine and started buying for those who entrusted their money to him. On the other hand, Fukuda remained to stare at me, his fist was still cupped into a fist.