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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
2416 Chs
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The Incoming Hurdle

Upon returning home, Akane and Fuyu were waiting in the living room with the miraculous tea. Looking at Fuyu, she was already in a pajama that Akane probably lent her. And that means, she's going to sleep here tonight.

"Welcome back, husband!" Akane called out, her voice cheerful and welcoming.

Meanwhile, Fuyu stood up and ran up to me, her arms instantly wrapping around my waist before burying her face in my chest. "Ruki-kun, you smell like Futaba."

Her voice was muffled but it was clear enough to hear. Nevertheless, her tone wasn't one of anger or jealousy. It's more like a complaint that I needed to address by holding her tight and letting her reaffirm her scent on me.

While doing so I guided the girl back to the sofa where Akane was and sat down without pushing the girl away.

Of course, they probably heard about it from Futaba. She promised to call them after I left, after all. Now, it's my turn to tell my side of the story. Just to clear it up.