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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
2325 Chs

Prominent Weakness

Catching the visible lamentation written on my face, Marika tilted her head in wonder. She stared at me with narrowed eyes as though she was trying to pinpoint an answer somewhere on my face.

“What do you mean, Ruki-kun?”

I shook my head and put on a smile to assure her. And since it wasn’t going to be a secret to them if I truly walked that path, I told her what was in my head.

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“I was thinking of resolving our conflict with him through negotiation. You know. I thought of talking him down until he gives up on you so as not to trouble a lot of people if ever he drags his or your family in our conflict. I realized how foolish of an idea it is to begin with. We’ve already hurt his pride. He won’t simply surrender to me.”

“Ruki-kun, must I remind you what you told me? We’re in this together. Never hesitate to talk to me about it.” Marika cupped my face, appearing a little dismayed.

Faced with her imploring eyes, I couldn’t help but wryly smile.