NTR Phone Group Volume 1 Chapters 1-5

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So here I am, Eddie, and my dick doesn't work. Not a great start for what's supposed to be an adult game, right? The pandemic hit, loans piled up, and now my beautiful wife Rachel is out there somewhere while I'm stuck at home with a limp noodle and a boss who thinks my soul is part of the compensation package. The AI generated art in this has that weird glossy sheen, like someone waxed all the characters, but somehow it fits the whole grimy vibe. Rachel's tits look almost too perfect, that uncanny valley shit where you can tell a machine dreamed them up, but then you get a scene where she's texting and you just know, you fucking know, something's happening on the other side of that phone.

The game doesn't let you choose shit. It's a kinetic novel, which means you're strapped in for the ride while your marriage crumbles. There's this one part where Eddie's in the bathroom, jerking his sad stressed out cock, and the voyeurism tag kicks in hard because you realize you're watching him be pathetic while simultaneously imagining what Rachel's doing. It's uncomfortable. The teasing and corruption tags aren't just words, they're the whole slow bleed of the story. Rachel starts off so sweet, trying to find work, trying to help, and the phone group thing, whatever that is exactly, becomes this black hole sucking her in. The netorare is unavoidable, the description says so, and it's like watching a car crash in slow motion with your pants unzipped. The romance is there, twisted and dying, and the cheating isn't just physical, it's in every ignored call and every night Eddie works late to please some suit. It's a masturbation aid that makes you feel kinda gross after, which I think is the point.

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