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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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2459 Chs

No to Self-deprecation

"There's always a first in everything, Ruki. Just like how I am your first... I'll keep making up for it as it was a sin that I will carry through eternity." Miwa-nee replied with her expression turning a little serious at the end, remembering that my desire started with her.

"If you say it like that then I'll repeat it. In my eyes, you didn't do anything wrong, Miwa-nee. Without you, none of this will be possible. We can keep arguing about the morality of it but let's leave that to the past and look forward for the future." I said with a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Although she pretty much killed it, it was still salvageable. I pinched her nose before kissing her again, marking her with my affection.

Miwa-nee savored it and slowly, she melted from my affection. When she opened her eyes again, Miwa-nee bit her lips as she turned around.

As timing would have it, the teapot had finished boiling.

I took a step back, giving her the space to move.