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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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2454 Chs

Nogizaka Household

The time quickly passed. Even though the karaoke time somehow started with Ishida-senpai complaining about the closeness of my girls to me, it soon eased up when they stepped up one by one to sing.

Otsuka-senpai, with her somewhat endless energy and curiosity, picked quirky and upbeat songs, setting up a rather joyous mood in the room. I gotta hand it to her for being that energetic. She’s totally in contrast to when she’s about to explode in curiosity about me. It’s also a good thing that she hadn’t mentioned the agreement to let her watch us having sex again or even the next outburst of that curiosity. Let it stay that way, hopefully.

Ishida-senpai was reluctant or rather, averse to singing when Otsuka-senpai handed her the microphone. However, she and Kana teamed up to pull her up. She couldn’t say no to them. However, when she returned to her seat, she sent me a hateful glare. She’s most likely blaming me for bringing them into a karaoke box.