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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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Look at me

“Misaki, can you give us a moment?” I said to the girl that’s trying her hardest to cling to me while also enjoying my caresses on her head.

She nodded and stepped away, albeit reluctantly. As my hand slipped off of her head, I grabbed her cheek and squeezed in lightly, making the girl produce another pleased smile.

Yep. The girl’s adorable innocence had already grown on me. The way I treat her is already close to how I dote on my girls…

It’s quite certain that I would lose the challenge I placed on myself to only see Misaki as my first friend… I’d be an idiot to not notice that.

Well, for now, I would try my best not to take advantage of her innocence.

Misaki returned to the chair at the other end of this room, leaving Itou and me standing before each other.

I gestured for the girl to follow me to the corner where another set of chairs was conveniently placed.

Upon sitting down, the two of us stared at each other, waiting for who would open up the conversation.