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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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2402 Chs

New Day

When morning came, Miwa-nee acted like nothing happened between us. Her situation was different with Shio. Shio already knew how much I want to steal her but Miwa-nee, she's just brushing it off as a joke. I want her to know how serious I am.

Apart from taking care of Minoru, she kept on teasing the two of us. Especially when we did everything together, from exercising to cooking and bathing. Well, the teasing also included what we were doing in the bath that we took our time inside.

Now, it's not only me and Akane living in this house but she didn't seem to mind it. She's fond of the little boy who somehow looked like his mother. She said the boy gives color to the somewhat sad atmosphere in the house when one of us isn't home.

Leaving the house to the mother and son duo, we separated again from the ticket station. I won't be able to see her until after school again. Ah. When will I get used to this? Maybe not ever, unless I turned this possessiveness to something else.