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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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2323 Chs

Series of Realization

Realizing things like this, I guess this could be considered as growth. When I told Ririka about it, she was more than happy and even offered to let me remember more of our past to solidify that truth which I just realized.

I accepted it but with the limited time we had today, I told her that we could continue it next time or in Messenger. Though she felt a little sad about it, Ririka nodded and called the next girl.

Like with Yukari and Elizabeth, I had her choose who will be next. It is better this way rather than I picked them myself. They might think that the order of who I talked to was an order of priority. Even if I said that everyone's equal when it comes to how much I like them, those kinds of notions were unavoidable.

A minute later, I could hear someone's heavy footsteps approaching the room. Just from that, I already guessed who's next.

When the door opened, I raised my arm and waved at the newcomer.