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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.

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2042 Chs

Follow up

The following periods passed just as smoothly as the first four. And at the moment, the bell had just rung, indicating the end of the 7th period.

As promised, I prepared to pick up both Kana and Ishida-senpai in their classroom.

But before doing so, my head sought my girls’ figures, checking on them as they also prepared to go to their respective clubs.

On my side, Aya handed me a notebook. It’s a notebook with her written book reviews and summaries. Last week I requested her help with it. She finally finished it.

“Thank you, Aya.” I smiled as I dotingly patted the girl’s head.

Aya wholeheartedly accepted it, lowering her head slightly to make it easy for me to pat her. Furthermore, the girl also stood up from her seat to squeeze in my embrace, totally ignoring the attention that we’d be getting.

Since it’s like an extension of what happened during the 1st period, most of our classmates stopped paying attention to our display of intimacy soon enough.