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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.

Dyrem · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
2319 Chs

It has been a while

With the intimate mood settling in between us, Miyako and I stopped deliberating, indulging ourselves in our desire for each other.

At first, our movements were a little restrained due to our consideration of the other girls still in their dreamland. Miyako only made subtle movements to grind herself on top of me as we busied ourselves at the battle of our lips and tongues, finding out who’d give in at the end of it.

Nonetheless, while that was happening, my hands didn’t remain idle. From holding her hips to support her endeavor, I eventually cupped her squishy round buttocks directly after sliding down what she was wearing down there.

It made her purr and moan once again but not enough for her to surrender control of this situation over to me.

Well, she climbed up on top of me. The same as before, she aimed to assert herself in front of my eyes while being aggressive, or at least, service me like the old days.