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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 · 都市
分數不夠
2379 Chs

Caught in the Empty Clubroom

When Ayase saw me entering the classroom, she immediately blushed and her eyes still glittered brightly. In fact, it's even brighter than normal.

Ah. This is probably because of my acceptance.

She greeted me by my first name but in a very soft voice that only I could hear.

This girl…

She became this cute when her gloom finally dispersed. I want to hug her but I need to restrain myself.

I now know I like her and I want her to be mine, I won't deny that anymore.

After our greeting, she tried to read her book again but she couldn't concentrate on it because of me being next to her.

I leaned closer and whispered to her ear.

"Aya, relax. You're mine now. Let's act normally in class, okay?"

She turned her head and like I thought, it's so red now that she might reach her boiling point any minute. Calling her Aya added to that. She liked it when shortened her name. She probably thought it's my form of endearment for her.

I sneakily held her hand to calm her down.