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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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Pampered (2) *

Like Nami said, it has been a while since we've been alone like this. Just as she missed this moment, it's the same for me.

As I stared and ogled her pretty face and wonderful figure, the desire within me welled-up quite naturally.

Noticing that, Nami bit my lips as she flirtatiously whispered, "Am I making you salivate, Ruu? You can dig in anytime... I'm all yours."

"I know. I'm just admiring your beauty. No matter how many times I do it, I can't seem to get enough." I matched her tone and bit her lips back.

Flattered, Nami's sweet laughter echoed in my ear. Her fingertip traced the outline of my lips before sliding down to my neck and then holding my head intimately.

"Do you think you're the only one? It's the same for all of us. That's why Ruu... Shower me with your love again."

At the same time as that, Nami's arms slid across my back, locking her grip on a clump of my hair. She pushed my head down and once again, our lips locked.