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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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2035 Chs

Returning Home

Upon returning home, I expected to see a rather chaotic sight considering everyone that was supposed to come had already arrived.

However, that's not what I came home to. In our living room, I got treated by the sight of my girls crowded around Eimi.

They seemed very focused on something that only those who received me at the door noticed that I had returned.

Looking at it, I found Aya and Ria on her left and right. Behind her, Aoi’s arms slung around her neck, partly hugging her and partly combing her smooth hair. And in front, Hina was comfortably seated alongside Saki. Both of their heads were lifted, fully focused on Eimi.

The other girls were also nearby, seated on the floor or on the sofa.

Why are they so focused on Eimi?

Because the girl became their storyteller for today. And right as I stepped inside the living room, she was at the part where she was narrating a tale of something that happened last year which I could only vaguely remember by now.