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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 · Urban
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2040 Chs

Extremely Effective *

When the new morning came for us, I found myself full of energy once again. Ishida-senpai’s tea was proven to be really effective. It made me sleep soundly until I naturally woke up, refreshed, without having any interruptions in between.

However…

I don’t know if it’s just the side effect of the tea or if I am just too horny this morning but along with how wonderful the sleep that I got last night, I also found myself with morning wood.

Although not the first time that it happened – it’s the natural physiology of men – there’s no doubt that I could feel it more intense than normal. It’s standing proudly as though it wanted to break out of the confines of my boxer shorts all by itself.

And the first thing that came to my mind was to release it…

As the lingering drowsiness gradually disappeared from my mind, I turned my head to my side to search for the figure of the girl that should’ve been snuggling close to me.