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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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2322 Chs

Ohori-senpai's Return

Encountering Ohori-senpai here, my instinct to avoid the trouble that probably still followed her quickly took over me. I suspiciously inspected our immediate vicinity to see if someone was hiding somewhere or if not that, someone could’ve been acting nondescript, tailing her discreetly.

The previous incident was still fresh on my mind. With that cuck bastard who kept fantasizing about Ohori-senpai being taken by someone else, I had no choice but to be careful about becoming the object of his sick fantasy.

Upon confirming that no one was around or I just failed to detect any sneaky bastards, I decisively grabbed the unfortunate girl's wrist and brought her away from the scene before she could voice out her confusion about my reaction.

I know. I noticed her pleasant smile with that greeting as though seeing me delivered a positive vibe to her day I didn’t have the time to admire or analyze what that meant.