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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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2458 Chs

Wanna stay for a bit?

“Won’t this be bad for you, pulling me by my hand and all?” As we ascended the stairs, Ishida-senpai’s concerned question reached my ears.

Stopping for a bit to glance at her, I became witness to how she quickly averted her gaze before saying in a hurried tone, “Forget I asked that.”

“Is that so?” I smirked and thought of teasing her further but with footsteps approaching us, I held back and continued in our steps.

Ishida-senpai’s hand was cold and sweaty. Possibly because she’s nervous or this was literally the first time someone dragged her by hand.

I doubt that Goto even got to this point. He’s too horny for his own good. And from what I heard from the girl herself, she was not in the right mental state when she followed that guy to that love hotel. Even if I didn’t see her there, she claimed that she was still going to back away in the end.

Well, that’s already in the past. I never even brought it up again when she confessed about it the day after it happened.