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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

Spending our time together

The Secret Garden wasn’t really what I expected but I couldn’t help but smile. It was fitting in its own way. This is a hidden place where we could all gather.

"Guess the Potato Clubhouse didn’t stand a chance," I muttered, glancing at Shizu who was looking particularly smug.

"Potato doesn’t exactly scream ‘cozy retreat,’ numbskull," She teased as her eyes glinted mischievously.

Look at her, isn’t she already fully integrated into our complex relationship? She could even show different kinds of faces now. The Shizu that even Nami and their circle feared before was already a thing of the past – or rather, her cold, untouchable persona was now mostly reserved for public appearances.

Yuika-senpai, still by my side and enjoying our secretive connection, laughed softly again. "The Secret Garden suits this place, Onoda-kun. It’s… special. Like all of us."

I glanced at her, appreciating the warmth in her voice. What else could I say but agree to it?

“Yeah, it really does.”