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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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Helping out *

Bold, wild, and proactive she might be but Fuyu remains inexperienced. Perhaps if not for me, she would never even think of doing indecent things.

That's why I was extremely reluctant to rush things with her. Unfortunately, with how open I am to her, it's unavoidable for her to learn my activeness in that kind of thing.

It somehow compelled her to also try it out for my sake or maybe to satisfy me in her unconscious fear of being forgotten due to my huge commitment to everyone.

Of course, I won't downplay her determination for this. What I need to do is ensure that Fuyu won't overdo it. As the core of our relationship and the experienced one between us, it's my responsibility to be her guide...

A few seconds after she disappeared into the blanket, I sensed the girl stopping right before my lower body and her head hovering above my groin. Her warm breath slipped through the hem of my shirt, tickling my skin.