Stealing Spree-Novel

An anti-club dedicated to me. If that’s not an achievement of a lifetime, I don’t know what is. I thought that’s something you’ll only see in fiction like a drama or anime. And yet, here it is.

I failed to restrain my laughter, making Izumi tilt her head in confusion.

“Sorry. Did you find out why they established that kind of club?” I tried to straighten my face, however, I just couldn’t help but find it hilarious. It’s quite uncharacteristic of me. I know. What can I say though? Maybe my sense of humor is this shallow.

Izumi thought for a moment, tapping her cheek before answering with uncertainty, “To stop you from stealing their girls?”

Yeah. That must be their first tin that club. They have to band together in order to prevent a notorious womanizer likefrom stealing the girls around them.

What a drag.

A moment later, Izumi added, “They said they’re rallied by the President of the Basketball Club. He heard the rumors about you and thought you might also steal someone from him. That dance in the camp provided him with the members he needed. It’s strange though.”

“Basketball Club? And what’s strange?”

It must be the boys’ side. I don’t recall having a conversation with that president. At most, it’s only one or two of their members who’d approachduring their practices back then. But other than that, they’re pretty much strangers practicing on the other side of the gymnasium.

Recently, even though I’m sort of becoming like a mainstay of the Girl’s Basketball Club, I know for a fact that their two clubs are separated by an invisible wall. There’s little to no interaction between the boys and the girls. Their coaches are even different.

Or at least, that’s what I observed and heard from Satsuki.

Who knows? Those boys and that president might’ve been disillusioned that they’re part of the sclub. They’re probably thinking they have a claim to those girls – something like, they have the right to court them first before anyone else. Seeing the girls fawn overafter their success in the competition, they possibly started consideringas a threat even though they should also be aware of my relationship with Satsuki.

Not gonna lie, if that’s true, it’s truly hilarious. Are boys from this school all delusional? I would never call myself normal but what about them?

“It’s an open secret that he has the hots for the girl’s club president, Kawakami. You haven’t heard about it? What I find strange is… they’ve been formed over the weekend.” Izumi answered.

I see. So, I was at least correct with that assumption. He likes Kawakami-senpai, huh? If it’s already an open secret, why not confess?

Maybe he’s one of those types. The ones who cling to their fame. He’s afraid to lose his popularity with the girls who support their club if he starts dating someone.

Jocks like him are like that, right? Especially those who call themselves the Ace of their club. They think they’re a celebrity on the campus just because they’re in that position. Heck, even that shaved baldy Captain from the Baseball Club was probably the same.

They’re not wrong anyway.

The sas how Satsuki and the others are gaining popularity, it’s the sfor the boys. Still, they also have to show ssuccess to propel it further. But given that they flunked the first round during the competition, their fans must’ve dwindled a lot. Compared to the prestige that the girls’ side received, they’re nothing.

“That’s another idiot. Instead of confessing to Kawakami-senpai, he’s just going to antagonize me? Someone who he never talked to? Does he even think?”

That’s all I could say about the absurdity of that reasoning. I might be a petty guy. However, I wouldn’t just make a strawman of someone I haven’t even spoken to.

That’s maybe why I find that hilarious.

“Anyway, if they formed over the weekend, someone must’ve been fanning the flames from behind…”

Thinking about it, it’s probably not Ichihara Jun. He would’ve mentioned that yesterday.

There’s someone else who has a beef with me.

Fukuda?

Ogawa?

Or maybe, Sakuma?

I don’t know.

But I guess it doesn’t matter who anymore. What can they do anyway?

Noticing how I fell into contemplation, Izumi waited for a while before pinching my cheek to bringback, “Shameless guy, you’ve bectoo popular that you have acquired your own set of haters. Will you be fine?”

“Mhm. You don’t have to worry. Who can beat a shameless guy like me?”

I grabbed Izumi’s hand and then put it on my cheek. I know that this isn’t enough to rest her concern but at the moment, there’s nothing I can do about that anti-club.

“Right. I also don’t think they’re gonna attack you out of nowhere. I’m guessing they’re going to complain if you ever approach the girls they like. Or girlfriends for some.”

“If that’s the case then they can convene all they want. I’ll enjoy my twith you and the others.”

“No. They’ll sabotage themselves soon enough. I don’t need to lift a hand.”

“How so?”

“You’ll see.”

As vague as it may be, I have a feeling that’s going to be the fate of that club. I mean, it has just been formed but the girls like Izumi have already found out about it. It won’t take long before it leaks to the general populace of our school. And when that happens, I can just watch them dismantle that club from the sidelines.

Like Izumi said, there’s nothing they can do but complain.

“Geez… Don’t act mysterious onnow, shameless guy.”

“I’m not. You know? Besides, aren’t we forgetting something?”

“What?”

“This…” As I trailed my voice there, I pushed in to kiss her again. Izumi was taken in by surprise but it only took a moment for her to accept it fully.

Her fingers curled a little as she started caressing my face. Then as always, our kiss gradually deepened.

“Pervert…” Izumi sweetly whispered. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pullingcloser to her.

As someone who always finds them irresistible, I was already hard down there.

“There’s no way I’ll miss this chance to pamper you… Take it as my gratitude for bringingthat news.”

“You didn’t have to add that last part, idiot… I… I’m also hoping for this.” Looking a little embarrassed, Izumi lowered her head to hide her blush from me.

“Did I hear that right? My Izumi is straight-up being honest.”

Once again, I couldn’t help but tease my girl.

Izumi pouted but that’s all she could muster.

“Idiot. I’m being honest here.”

“I know… That’s why I find it more endearing… You know what, you look more gorgeous when you’re embarrassed.”

“This guy… I’m not. And you don’t have to remindhow gorgeous I am to you.”

“See. You can counter me. It’s not that hard, right?”

“It is hard!”

Perhaps finding herself losing her footing in our teasing battle, Izumi scowled at me. And before I could reply to her the girl’s arms grabbed my head, pulling it down to reswhat we started.

Rather than heartease her more, the girl decided to seal my mouth with her sweet kisses.

And from here, with our intimacy leveled up during the camp, we eventually did more than just a kiss as our desire for each other gets unleashed.

My hips began moving, rubbing myself against her. Izumi lifted her skirt, givinganother glimpse of her new pair of panties. It’s already moist and has a patch of wetness. She’s also just as turned on as me.

As my kisses started moving down to her neck, Izumi grabbed my belt and undid the button of my pants. With the zipper also following through, my pants eventually slid down to my knees.

I looked her in the eye and we conversed wordlessly. We only needed to confirm each other’s desires anyway. And at the moment, we’re on the spage.

Izumi bit her lips and stared downward.

Understanding what she wantedto do, I grabbed hold of her legs and lifted them slightly. Once that was done, I pulled my pants down, releasing my fully erect length.

Izumi audibly gulped at its sight.

Following that, I let it rest on top of her sacred place, the tip slightly poking the thin cloth separatingfrom it.

“... Ruki.” Izumi breathlessly whispered my name. I looked at her and noticed the desire in her eyes.

She was asking for my permission so I nodded.

Not long after, her face brightened up as she slowly reached down there. I thought she was going to hold onto it but Izumi had another idea.

After tracing its shape within her palm and fingers, the girl pressed my throbbing length, pushing it down.

Because of this, I could feel her slit more clearly and the warmth of her sacred place seeped through the cloth and got transferred to me. It’s enough to stimulate me.

At the next moment, my hips began moving, thrusting in between her hand and her sacred place under Izumi’s watchful eyes.