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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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Shio and Fuyu

Upon returning home, I easily spotted Shio’s car parked in our yard. Excited at seeing my lovely teacher and lover, I hurriedly entered filled with anticipation for the woman.

And not surprisingly, the one waiting for me at the door was none other than her. Still clad in her work clothes but with an apron on top of it, Shio grinned affectionately as she jumped in my arms even before I could do the same.

The way she did that was truly unbecoming of an adult and a teacher to boot. It’s more like a newly-wed wife that’s extremely excited for her husband’s return.

“Ruru…” While calling the nickname she gave me, the woman longingly satisfied herself being embraced in my arms. And soon after that, she raised her head and our lips naturally met. A passionate kiss between us heated us up right away.

With our overflowing affection for each other, even saying ‘Welcome home’ and ‘I’m home’ was forgotten by us.

Well, the undulating intimacy already carried those words.