You know that feeling when you’re half scrolling Instagram, half horny, half depressed about money, and your brain just wants something messy and wrong to chew on? That’s basically the mood of NTR Phone Group. It’s not trying to be epic or smart or whatever. It’s more like snooping on someone’s fucked-up group chat and then not being able to stop. You’re Eddie, technically, but it feels more like you’re stuck inside his phone, watching his life crumble through messages, pics, calls, and those tiny typing dots that feel like a punch in the dick sometimes. The guy is married, broke, stressed, and his dick doesn’t always cooperate. Mood, honestly.

The whole thing is told like a kinetic visual novel, so you’re not min-maxing or grinding or doing some 50-level RPG bullshit. You’re just... reading, but it hits different because most of it happens on screens. Phone chats, group messages, photos, little teasing selfies that start off “cute wife trying to help” and slowly slide into “oh fuck, she just sent that to who?” One of the best little moments for me was pretty early, when Eddie is stuck trying to please his boss, and you get that tiny notification at the top of the screen. You open their chat, Rachel is sending something sweet, saying she found a small job, wants to help with the loans, and you can feel he loves her. Then the story cuts and shows what she actually has to do to “help”. It’s the kind of voyeurism that feels like you’re peeking at someone’s private folder without permission. Wrong, but you want more.

The erotic stuff builds slow. First you get flirty pics and “babe I miss you” kind of teasing, soft-core romance with that anime-style charm, and you think “ok, wholesome, nice”. Two scenes later and you’re staring at her slowly corrupted by attention from other guys, extra chat windows popping up, and your stomach is twisting because Eddie is still trying to fix his erectile problems and think about his next loan payment. You see that moment where she hesitates before sending a risky photo to someone that is definitely not her husband, and you almost want to scream at the screen. The cheating is not just “she fucks, game over”. It’s small betrayals, reading her typing “I love you” in one window and sending a wet pic in another. That’s where it hits hardest. The art is done with AI, and sometimes you notice a weird finger or strange face angle if you stare too long, but weirdly that makes it feel more like low-budget porn chat on Telegram. It fits the vibe of something dirty you shouldn’t be looking at. I kinda wish the guy had at least one real win, one proper sex scene where he’s not a stressed-out mess, but I also know that wouldn’t match the tone. This thing is built for frustration, masturbation, and that sick NTR ache in your chest and your dick at the same time. You’re not here to feel good about yourself. You’re here to watch a couple get dragged through hell by money, desire, and shitty timing, one notification at a time.

Take a deep breath, for the darkness of Solanse hungers again. You’re here to conquer both flesh and fate.

First, recall the legend you once were. You take the role of Rowan, the war hero who once cut down Lord Karnas. Now boredom rots your perfect village life. Beside you is Alexia, your childhood sweetheart turned devoted partner, blissfully unaware of what’s coming. A stranger appears, d*** in mystery and seduction. In a heartbeat, your loyalty is tested, your lust awakened, your world undone.

Next, taste the corruption you once swore to destroy. This land breeds monsters, not just of claws but of lust. You’ll command armies and lovers, each demanding obedience in their own way. You might kneel under a queen’s heel, or make a prince moan under your touch. Corruption is your currency, your curse, your thrill. Every moan is drawn in motion, every thrust is a confession.

Finally, choose your path through lust and ruin. You can protect her innocence or watch it melt away under another’s touch. Your nights will be filled with monsters, futas, queens, and lovers who blur every boundary. You may taste every flavor of lust - anal, oral, or something unholy and new. Each orgasm writes another line in your story of ruin.

The reward is realizing you wanted this darkness all along. Let your lust shape the Realms before they consume you.

This League parody hits different when you realize how unpolished it actually is, but somehow that makes the whole experience more authentic? Like, you're texting with Akali who's apparently into getting roasted for feeding, and the dialogue feels genuinely awkward in that realistic way where someone's clearly getting off on being called trash at the game. The phone interface is basic as hell - we're talking bare-bones messaging that looks like it was coded in a weekend, but honestly that just adds to the illusion that you're actually sexting some random League player who happens to be your waifu.

What gets weird is the Xayah/Rakan dynamic where you're supposedly stealing her away right in front of him. The game doesn't really commit to this premise though - one minute you're dominating some feeder Akali through chat, next you're somehow involved in this love triangle situation that feels completely disconnected. The writing jumps around like the developer had three different fantasies and just mashed them together without caring about coherence. But fuck it, sometimes that's exactly what you want from these things. The teasing mechanics are pretty straightforward - you pick responses that either escalate the humiliation or play into the romantic drama, and the characters react accordingly. Nothing groundbreaking but it does what it says on the tin.

Actually wait, I completely forgot about the male domination angle until just now. Yeah, that's definitely the core theme running through everything, whether you're putting Akali in her place for inting your ranked game or asserting yourself in the Xayah situation. The consent stuff gets murky in that typical porn game way where everyone's immediately into whatever you're doing, which... look, it's fantasy fulfillment, not a documentary about healthy relationships. Still feels worth mentioning that these characters go from zero to submissive pretty damn quick without much buildup.

This priest-trainer thing is weird as hell but somehow works? Like, you're this battle-scarred holy man who rolls into some backwater fantasy town ready to "rehabilitate" broken slave girls. The setup sounds sketchy when you put it like that, but the game actually handles the power dynamics pretty well. Your girls aren't just mindless fuck-dolls - they've got actual backstories and trauma that you're supposedly helping them work through. Though let's be honest, the "therapy" involves a lot of spanking and groping sessions that definitely wouldn't fly in any real counseling manual.

The corruption mechanics are solid - you start with these damaged elves and other fantasy chicks who flinch at your touch, then slowly break down their walls through a mix of discipline and care. Wait, did I mention there's a Velma knockoff? Because there totally is, and she's got that whole nerdy-girl-with-huge-tits thing going on. The exhibitionism scenes where you make them show off in public are pretty hot, especially when they're still all shy and reluctant about it. The masturbation training segments get repetitive though - how many times can you watch the same "touch yourself while I watch" animation before it gets old?

What bugs me is the pacing feels off sometimes. You'll spend forever building up this girl's trust, getting her comfortable with basic touching, then suddenly she's begging you to fuck her senseless. The harem management aspect is whatever - mostly just scheduling who gets disciplined when. The POV perspective works well for the more intimate scenes, makes the whole "caring father figure who also wants to rail you" dynamic feel less creepy somehow. Though honestly, it's still pretty creepy. The spanking animations are decent quality, lots of jiggle physics and realistic reactions. Just wish there was more variety in the punishment methods beyond the standard over-the-knee stuff.