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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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2039 Chs

Laugh with me

As I expected, Izumi-senpai soon found herself uncomfortable with that position. However, because she didn’t want to admit it, she tried to endure as much as possible.

Not wanting for the girl to hurt herself because of this weird stunt of hers, I opened up her legs, allowing me to lean forward. Before she could call out what I did, my arms were already enclosed to her back, and used a little bit of force to carry her to my lap.

As soon as she found herself straddling me, Izumi-senpai cupped my cheeks, trying to squeeze my head with all her might.

Obviously, with how weak her arms were at the moment, she only managed to pull a duck face from me. She then unwittingly laughed, finding that too funny at the same time as forgetting her annoyance for bringing her to my lap.

“This should be your default face, shameless junior.” While still holding my head in between her palms, Izumi-senpai’s humorous giggles filled this abandoned clubroom.