Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

Dream Corruption throws you into this weird fever dream where anime girls from different shows are all stuck together in some twisted psychological maze. You're playing as this "anomaly" - basically the game's way of saying you don't belong there but somehow have the power to mess with everyone's heads. The whole setup feels like someone took a bunch of popular waifus, tossed them in a blender with some Freudian nightmare fuel, and called it a day.

What's actually interesting is how the corruption mechanic works - it's not just "click button, see boobs." Each character has their own psychological profile that shifts based on your choices. Tatsumaki starts off as her usual bratty self, but depending on how you approach her dream sequences, she might become more submissive or double down on the domme energy. Same goes for characters like Yoruichi and the RWBY girls - their personalities actually morph in ways that feel somewhat organic rather than just flipping a switch from "pure" to "slut." Though honestly, the Starfire content feels rushed compared to the others. The femdom routes hit different when you're dealing with characters who already have strong personalities in their source material. There's something weirdly compelling about seeing Weiss Schnee's ice queen facade crack under the right psychological pressure, or watching Ruby Rose's innocent enthusiasm get redirected toward... less innocent activities. The visual novel format lets you really dig into the mental manipulation aspect, which is where this game actually shines compared to other hentai parodies that just slap familiar faces on generic sex scenes.

The monetization isn't terrible - no energy systems or pay-to-fap nonsense that plagues mobile adult games. You buy it once and get the full experience, though some of the later character routes feel like they were added as DLC bait. Still, for what it is, Dream Corruption delivers on its promise of psychological corruption with recognizable characters, even if the writing gets a bit too philosophical about dream logic sometimes.

Whole thing feels like some horny comic nerd’s fever dream that accidentally turned into a game and nobody stopped them. You’re the only guy left in this mashed up DC / Marvel world, and instead of going full tragic, the story just leans into “ok, who do you want to fuck first?” with a straight face. It’s not pretending to be deep. One minute you’re talking to Raven while she’s being all moody and low-key horny in the background, next you’re suddenly dealing with She-Hulk crowding the screen with her muscles and tits like she’s gonna break both your ribs and your dick. The writing flips from kinda funny to kind of cringe in like two lines, but somehow that fits a setting where Wonder Woman and Black Widow can show up in the same hallway and nobody questions reality. They just question how hard you’re staring at their ass.

What I actually like is how the game remembers small stuff you say, like when you try to flirt with Maria Hill with some half-ass line, she gives you that “are you serious” vibe, and it comes back later when she grudgingly lets you touch her anyway. Same with Poison Ivy: if you play nice, she’s almost tender, but if you’re an asshole, she treats you like a walking dildo she’s tired of but still using. The sex scenes change a bit depending on how you handled them before, not crazy branching, but enough that blowing off Emma Frost to go chase Teen Titans girls like Raven or Starfire-lite types doesn’t feel totally ignored. Oral scenes are actually described with some care, like the dev really enjoys writing about tongues and spit, but then they kind of rush some of the vaginal stuff like “ok, you fuck her, you cum, next”. Power Girl’s scenes hit that “huge tits, big ass, act annoyed but secretly loving it” thing hard, then it cuts to something more romantic with Jean Grey trying to act responsible while literally grinding on you. There’s romance tags and they do kind of try, especially with characters like Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel, where you can be less of a fuckboy, but it still always circles back to you shoving something in someone. Also the UI is a little clunky in spots and I swear a choice skipped for me once in a conversation with Psylocke and I will never know what that line was and it annoys me way more than it should. Anyway, if seeing Harley Quinn suck you off after you tease her about being “the less hot clown” compared to some random meme version of her sounds like your thing, yeah, that energy is here. And then the game turns around and gives you a quiet, slow scene with Raven where she just holds your hand before riding you in a dark room like you’re both pretending feelings don’t exist. It’s messy, horny, awkward, and weirdly honest about what it is.