All Chapters of More Than Pleasures Steamy Diaries: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

It has been many years since young Rick went from being a simple video game fanatic to a critic who ran a small but active blog where he constantly gave updates on different games, reviews, and recommendations— after all he was considered an expert in visual novels for adults, known as Eroges.This time, he was really specializing in the genre of Eroges.It has made Rick focus only on the games his audience wants, leaving him feeling stuck in pleasing his audience.Staring out his window, lost in thought, Rick tries to focus on starting writing a new article. But looking out the window, he feels a little nervous, and it has been two years since Rick has not gone out on the street.Thinking back to the days when he went out for a walk to clear himself, but those days were in the past.Merely while wandering around his house dressed in pajama bottoms and a black shirt.Completely disheveled, sitting on the couch in the

Rick responds with some shyness and some firmness, “Eh ... but I have not ordered any pizza. You can leave. This is not a good problem.”On the other side of the door, Maggie laughs a little and says, “Oh no, my wicked neighbor has his cute delivery girl neighbor waiting outside while she does kinky things. Should I scream?”Rick opens the door quickly, and Maggie walks in with a smile as soon as he opens the door.Maggie was not wearing her uniform, and she was in short shorts and a large sweater that covered her hands and covered much of her waist.She was barefoot with her bare legs, her white skin almost shone in the apartment light, and her blond hair fluttered in the wind, not so long at the height of her shoulders.It gave off a floral fragrance that made Rick stay mesmerized for a moment as he passed him. She carried her cell phone in one hand and the two pizza boxes in the other.Looking around again, Maggie

Raising his head, Rick watches as Maggie has her butt lifted, and after winking at him, she readjusts herself on the sofa, enhancing her bust with her arms.With a smile, Maggie continues saying, “Second, if you’re going to come to get me. Do it for real, declare war on me without quarter.”With a smile, Rick sighs a little, saying, “I’m very happy to see you here again and how you take everything to match.”Giving a jump, Maggie gets up and holds Rick’s face making him look at her with her other hand, and she pulls the neckline of her shirt a little to show him how she’s not wearing a bra.Then with a sweet and somewhat mischievous voice, she says, “Remember that you owe me a favor that you cannot refuse, and I will ask you please, that if you are going to woo me, do it with all of you.”Approaching gently, Maggie kisses Rick on the cheek. Then whisper in his ear, “Now, if you don&r

In his apartment, Rick runs to his computer, dragging the chair quickly. He sits down and, looking at the blank page that haunted him, quickly begins to write.‘As a critic of eroges, I have played dozens, hundreds, and I could even say that counting the small freelance jobs, I would easily reach a thousand. And in all of them, I have seen and done everything. I have seen good stories with poorly drawn characters and mediocre stories whose characters have great designs. I’ve seen nothing flashy projects that end up becoming little hidden gems for fans of this genre called for perverts.’‘Saying which is the best eroge is up to everyone. But the players will always choose our favorite game for the protagonist. It does not matter if she is loud and confident. If her body is dreamy, it does not matter. Because his company makes a room shine, and his absence fills it with gloom. Those protagonists who assault our hearts and steal our pr

“My name is Jeremías Skyner.” I could feel a chill run through my body, and I had spent more hours than I would like sitting at the desk. As I opened my eyes, I felt how the lashes hurt my eyes. I looked from side to side, and my room was a mess. It had been four days since I last decided to even move outside these four walls, without a heart. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the time, it was already noon. I sighed, to think that I still had work left without finishing off was a bit discouraging. “I’d better take a break, maybe order another pizza to let the creativity flow,” I said while scratching my chin. I could feel food scraps coming off of my beard, and it was an unpleasant sensation.