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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
Classificações insuficientes
2452 Chs

Scheme

After saying that and ending it with a threat, I brought Hina away from that place. I heard Ogawa muttering something as he called out to me but it's still his fantasy so I ignored it completely.

How many times did I hit him with truths? But as always, he had gone back to that safe zone of his.

Honestly, I was already itching to deal with him but in consideration of Nami, I couldn't yet.

There's the risk that he would lose it now and tell everyone what's going on.

Surely, if he did that, he was going to ask the others in their circle for support.

In any case, it's something that would still happen sooner or later. What I had to prepare for was the aftermath.

"Onoda. I will stop you from what you're doing! I will take her back! She's mine!"

Before we left that place, Ogawa's voice reached my ears for the last time. Surprisingly, his words were now bereft of his fantasy.

Ah. The last sentence was still his fantasy.