Your brain ever feel too horny and too smart at same time? This game is kind of like that moment when you’re in bed, phone in hand, porn already boring, and you think “ok, what if I could just program my own dirty memory and fuck inside it?” The main guy here actually does that. He’s this clever, kinda pathetic inventor, surrounded by hot women who treat him like the nice guy who helps with homework, not the guy they ride until their legs shake. He builds this Dream Viewer thing that lets him store memories, twist them, play them back, and even create new ones that feel so real your body literally reacts. The story keeps jumping between “normal” sci fi visual novel talk and “oh shit she’s actually moaning my name while I rewrite her memory so she begs for my cock.” It feels wrong in a way that’s very, very right.

What stood out for me is how the game lets you slide into intimate scenes like you slide into DMs after a few drinks. One moment you’re talking about memory science and weird tech stuff, the next you’re in a lab sequence where the girl is locked into the Dream Viewer, eyes half closed, breathing fast, and you’re choosing what to feed into her brain. You don’t just click “sex scene” and boom, porn. Instead, you pick what she remembers, or what she thinks happened, and then watch her body react in the animation. There’s this one scene where you push a shy girl’s “first kiss” into overdrive until she’s gasping and grinding against the chair, nipples hard through her top, and it’s all under the excuse of “experiment.” Felt slightly fucked up and that’s exactly why it worked for me. It’s not all perfect though. Some conversations feel like they were written by a guy who knows how computers work but never heard real people flirt. The pacing sometimes drags in the middle when you just want to push someone into the device again and instead you get a bit too much “world building” that nobody is reading with one hand in their pants on. Also there’s this minor sound effect during one of the earlier dream loops that repeats in this tiny annoying way, like a soft click, and after I heard it three times I couldn’t unhear it and then the whole scene had this background “tick tick tick” that drove me slightly crazy. Still kept going, obviously.

What actually hooked me is how the dreams mix with reality until you’re lowkey doubting what is real in the game and what is edited memory. There’s a moment where the protagonist replays a memory with a girl in his bed, changes one detail, and suddenly she’s the one climbing on top, grinding slow, whispering dirty shit in his ear that you know never happened for real. The animation there is slow and sticky, hips rolling, thighs squeezing his sides, her hair falling in his face, and it all feels like something you’d replay in your own head later when you’re bored at work. Then later, she talks like that memory is real and you’re just sitting there thinking “wait, did we just gaslight this woman into remembering a blowjob she never actually gave?” Sexy and messed up. Also, some scenes go full sci fi fetish, with lights, cables, soft machine noises and a girl in almost nothing, arching her back as the device pumps a perfect fantasy into her mind. It hits that vibe of VR porn but nastier, because it pretends to be emotional and then slams you with pure raw sex. The gallery is nice for quick hits, but the real fun is when you’re crawling through the choices, slowly turning each beautiful woman from “out of your league” into “completely addicted to the dreams you create for her,” and maybe into something even more dangerous that I absolutely won’t spoil, mostly because I’m still not sure if I liked that turn or just got horny in spite of it.

You start as this “honored warrior” who’s basically walking into his own death like an idiot, thinking it’s all glory and songs and whatever. Then the game looks at you and says: actually, no, you’re not here to die, you’re here to fuck. That shift is what sold me. One moment you’re in this gloomy jungle temple, listening to priests talk about sacrifice and duty, and the next, some demon girl with ridiculous tits and a smug smile is grabbing your cock like it’s part of the ritual script. And it kind of is. The whole thing is built around breeding, not just sex as random reward. There’s this twisted idea that your body is a public resource for these monster girls, like your “heroic purpose” is to fill them until they’re dripping. It feels very on the nose, but in a fun way. The scenes are animated just enough that when a demoness is riding you, you see the bounce, the sweat, that heavy ass slapping on your hips, and the moment she makes you cum inside her is clearly the main point, not some optional thing. Creampie is framed like a sacred duty, which is hilariously philosophical if you overthink it a bit, so of course I did.

The jungle setting is actually kind of cool, even if half the time you don’t care because there’s a naked horned girl grinding on you. One moment you’re following this simple little quest marker to an ancient ruin, expecting another boring fight, and suddenly a monster girl pins you against a mossy wall and demands you “prove your devotion” by filling her pussy. There’s a harem vibe, but not the lazy kind where girls fall into your lap for no reason. Here they treat you like breeding stock with a sword, like you are a walking dick attached to a half-useful warrior. It’s weirdly honest. You make a choice in a dialog, think you’re being noble, and the “reward” is her turning around, lifting her tail, and forcing you to fuck her from behind until she’s full. Vaginal sex is the core, not a side menu. There’s this one scene where a demon girl with a massive ass keeps pulling you in deeper every time you try to pull out, like she literally refuses to let you waste a drop. Small detail, but the way her expression changes on that final thrust when you lose control inside her? That part stayed in my head way longer than it should. I got slightly annoyed that some of the quest stuff is just “walk here, talk, bang,” but then I’d see a new animation, like her belly twitching when you cum, and my brain went quiet again. It’s not some grand epic adventure, and the hero is basically a breeding tool pretending to be a warrior, which somehow feels more honest than half the fantasy porn games I tried on Nutaku and itch. Honestly, the game knows exactly what it wants: tits, rituals, demons, and your cum, all mixed into this dirty little “destiny” joke that gets funnier the more seriously the characters talk about it.

Confessions in the Dark feels like reading that one horny late night Discord confession that got way too real and then somehow turned into a whole story. You’re the husband here, not some faceless blank guy, with this dirty little obsession crawling in your head: you want to see your own wife get fucked by someone else. Not just “oh haha, fantasy,” but that real thing where your brain is screaming no and your dick is saying yes, louder. The game doesn’t rush you into gangbang fireworks in the first click. It kind of lets the idea rot and bloom in your head at the same time, like when you rewatch that one Pornhub video you swear you’re not into, then keep searching the same tags anyway. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling stats or grinding money on some fake job, just following this guy’s spiral while the story pokes your weak spots. The AI CGs are weirdly perfect for this too, because half of them look like those cursed but hot pics you save from Twitter and never admit. His wife has these massive tits that just sit there in every scene like a problem, always framed too nicely, like the game is saying “you sure you wanna share this?” and you already know the answer is yes and no.

The hotter part for me isn’t when she’s actually getting fucked, it’s the build-up. Those tiny moments where they talk about it like it’s just some “theoretical” fantasy while both of them are obviously dripping inside. She starts teasing with texts, with outfits you know aren’t just for you, late-night chats that maybe go too long with some “friend,” and the story pretends “it’s just exploring” at first. At one point he’s lying in bed doomscrolling Pornhub and Reddit, looking at couples who actually do it, and you can almost smell that mix of guilt and raw curiosity. It felt way too real. Then later there’s this scene where she comes home, perfume heavier than usual, lipstick a little fucked up, and nothing explicit is said, just this weird silence between them while he tries to act normal. That gap is nastier than any creampie shot, and yeah those are here too, very in your face, but the real corruption is between their words. One moment he’s proud of her for “being open” and the next second he’s jerking off in the bathroom, half crying, half moaning, replaying the mental image of another guy pushing into her. The game calls it romance sometimes, which is almost funny, because it is romantic, in this fucked up way where love and jealousy and cheating get mixed together like some cheap cocktail that still gets you drunk. I caught myself rooting for him to hurt and to enjoy it at the same time. It feels less like a power fantasy and more like letting a fantasy chew on you until you don’t know if you want to close your eyes or watch every single thrust going into your wife’s soaked pussy, dripping out on someone else’s cock while you sit in the dark and pretend you’re totally fine with it.