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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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Who might you be?

The same as earlier, this place was kind of deserted even during the night. We could see lights from over the street from the streetlamps and the nearby establishments. However, there was little to no foot traffic.

In a way, this gave us peace of mind, allowing us to move to our destination without facing any problems.

Perhaps due to the lack of urban development in the area, the night breeze, brought about by the lush trees still standing on the sidewalks, felt cooler than normal despite the approaching summer season.

It somehow reminded me of the early spring, before the start of the school year, and when I had just cut off everyone connected to me. That experience was still vivid in my mind. Oftentimes, I would walk outside without any aim, just feeling that cold spring breeze seeping into my skin.

And on my return, Akane would be waiting at my doorstep, sometimes with a warm beverage in her hand to be given to me.

That’s a sweet memory, now that I think about it.