Dyrem

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



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*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.

Stealing Spree

Once dinner came to a close, An-rin got Chii and Kushii to follow her to the second floor for a quick change out of their school uniforms. 


I remained behind and set about tidying up the dining table. The clinking of plates and bowls, and the faint scent of savory dishes filled the kitchen as I organized the remnants of our feast. 


Wait, feast? Feast with only one dish. In the end, we still ended up eating An-rin’s yogurt for dessert. The girl indignantly handed it to us before telling me I had to buy her more of it next time. 


Mhm. Turns out, she’s a yogurt gyaru. She’s eating one every meal. 


Anyway, Chii had insisted I wait for her so she could help me with the dishes, but with little else to occupy my time except for sending a quick update to my other girls, I found myself finishing the chores well before their return. 


The sound of a camera snapping took me out of my trance as I found myself turning toward the source of the noise. 


Sneaking Away