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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

Interrupted Quality Time

Going down the Administration Building, my feet turned to the direction of the faculty. I peeked into the room in hopes of catching Shio and Eguchi-sensei. That way, I wouldn’t look suspicious when I walked straight towards their office.

Unfortunately, none of the two women were inside the faculty but someone else found and approached me before I could walk away.

It’s the 2nd-year PE Teacher and the Advisor of the Volleyball Club, Orimura-sensei.

“Did you get called by Ryouko again?”

That’s the first question she brought up as soon as she pulled me to the side to stop me from blocking the door.

As always, she looked like she was not pleased to see me but at the same time, there’s this hint of amusement hanging over her head. If I had to describe it, Orimura-sensei was like parents who caught their kid stealing candy from their candy jar. A wicked grin rose from her lips and most likely, she was already imagining me making all sorts of excuses. Hence, the amusement.