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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
2319 Chs

You lost this round, Mina

While enduring Mina’s stealthy retaliation when I suddenly dropped the bomb like that, I waited quietly to how her mother would react to it. She already assumed something about our relationship because it’s painfully obvious through seeing how Mina reacted.

Mina was like an open book when she was being teased. She’s easily flustered contrary to the words she’s blurting out to deny it.

Mina’s mother simply smiled and put on a look of understanding. It’s like even before I arrived here, she already accepted my relationship with Mina.

I looked at the girl beside me and she just shook her head, silently telling me not to ask her. At the moment, her exposed ears were as red as tomatoes. She’s also fidgeting as if she wanted to run away and hide herself from me.

And upon seeing that, I unhesitatingly grabbed her slightly sweaty hand that’s pinching my sides and turned her face to me. “Isn’t it better for me to confess here, right in front of auntie?”