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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
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2319 Chs

Jealous?

To make our exit less conspicuous, Eguchi-sensei eventually let go of my wrist. She also walked a step ahead of me to give the illusion that I was being asked to follow rather than getting dragged by her.

Of course, those who saw us leaving were momentarily confused. In this open space, having witnesses was inevitable.

I even saw Hino curling his brows as he attempted to make sense of my situation. If not for Fukuda next to him, he might've run to me and asked if I needed help.

Yeah. That guy could be as meddlesome as Sakuma. Good thing there was Fukuda to hold him back. He’s proving his usefulness in that way.

Apart from Hino’s reaction, no one else stepped up to question Eguchi-sensei or me. They just pointed at me. They were either gloating, laughing, or wondering. But there’s one thing that probably settled on their heads; I got myself in trouble.

Sometimes, I envy their oblivious minds. I wouldn’t have it otherwise though.