This thing is basically fanfiction that got drunk and horny and forgot what “respecting the source material” means. You’re Fafnir, yeah, that grumpy dragon nerd, but here he’s not just hoarding games. He’s hoarding control. You’re poking into the bodies and minds of the girls from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid and then some extras from other shows too, like someone left the multiverse door open and you just wandered in with a curse book. The vibe is: visual novel, click through scenes, pick a line, watch the girls slowly stop being themselves and start being exactly what your pervy little dragon brain wants. It uses AI CG so sometimes a shot looks almost too pretty and then you notice a weird finger or strange angle and your brain goes “huh” for half a second before going right back to staring at thighs. It’s messy, but in a way that kinda fits a curse story. Nothing here feels gentle. You’re not romancing, you’re breaking people down and repainting them inside their own heads, and if that sounds fucked up… yeah, it is. The game knows it, and it doesn’t really care.

The mind control stuff is not subtle at all. You curse, you tweak, you watch them crack. Tohru trying to stay loyal to Kobayashi while your influence slides into her thoughts is lowkey the best part. She’s smiling, saying her normal cute maid lines, but the text starts sneaking in things like her clenching her thighs or her hands hovering too long on places she shouldn’t touch. She tells herself she’s doing it for Kobayashi, serving her better, but it’s obvious she’s being rewired into your perfect toy. There’s a scene where you push her to “practice” seduction so she can surprise Kobayashi later, but every choice is actually making her more addicted to your magic and less able to say no. It’s twisted and horny and kind of pathetic, in a good way. Then you jump over to Kanna and the tone whiplash hits. She’s smaller, cuter, and the game leans hard into teasing and “innocent” obedience that is absolutely not innocent. She starts out pouting and stubborn, and after some curse adjustments she’s just quietly doing what you say, blushing and asking if she was “a good girl” while you mess with her body like you’re tuning a character in a creator app. I honestly spend too long just staring at how the lighting hits her legs in one CG and got annoyed because there’s this tiny artifact on her knee I couldn’t unsee. Still clicked through, obviously. Then you’ve got stuff with Power randomly showing up like someone mashed Chainsaw Man into the wrong folder, and instead of fixing it the dev just rolled with it. She’s loud, rude, and super easy to corrupt, which fits weirdly well. She hates being told what to do, so naturally the curse turns her into the kind of girl who begs to be ordered around, and by the time she’s grinding on a chair because you told her she can’t touch herself yet, she’s basically a dog chasing its own tail.

The best part is when the game pretends it’s about romance for a few lines. Fafnir suddenly gets almost poetic with Makoto Takiya, talking about “human attachment” while he’s literally using curse magic to make the girls obsess over him. It reads like those cringy Discord DMs where someone tries to sound deep before sending a dick pic. There’s also a running thing with sexual harassment that is just treated as normal here. You tell them to “act more friendly” and the next scene they’re rubbing against you in public, clothes riding up, people around kind of existing but not really mattering. The choices are often like: “push her further,” “push her even further,” or “pretend to be gentle while pushing her further anyway.” No moral out. Not even pretending. The parody angle is strong in how it pulls characters from everywhere and shoves them in the same cursed sandbox, but it never slows down to explain the lore properly, which I kinda liked. It feels like browsing a bunch of horny Twitter fanart threads at once, except here you get to decide exactly how broken their minds end up. And sometimes the CG glitches a bit or the proportions look a bit off, but that almost makes it feel more like some forbidden game you shouldn’t be playing, instead of polished merch. I tried screenshotting a scene with Tohru kneeling, looking up, her eyes half-gone from the spell, and my capture app lagged right at the good frame. Still mad about that.

You’re stuck on night duty in a shitty little goblin prison camp, tired, bored, staring at torchlight and wooden fences, when this gobbo girl starts talking to you from her cage. That’s the whole vibe of the game: very small, very focused, kind of like reading a horny short story where you’re the idiot making the choices. It’s first person in the “inside your head” way, not like some twitchy shooter. You’re just standing there, listening to this green, sharp toothed, weirdly cute prisoner flirt with you, tease you, and slowly figure out what kind of guard you actually are. She doesn’t feel like a normal “monster girl” either. She’s got this mix of trashy goblin energy and weirdly sweet moments, like she’s trying to decide if she wants to fuck you, scam you, or both at the same time.

The erotic part hits harder because the whole place feels wrong. The camp is quiet, but not peaceful. You have that creepy feeling that there’s way more going on in the dark than the game tells you outright. Torches, shadows, distant noises, that sort of low-key tension. While you’re talking with her, you’re also thinking “If someone walks in on this, I’m fucked” and not in the fun way. The conversation slowly drifts from small talk to her asking questions about your body, your “meat”, your morals, making you pick if you’re a hard-ass guard or a pervert in uniform. She leans against the bars, presses herself out just enough, talks filthy in that goblin slang, and the game lets you actually decide how far you go with it. You can let her grind against you through the bars, listen to her describe what she’d do if she got her hands free, or you can do the pathetic thing and pretend you’re just “being professional” while your cock is clearly not on the same page. There’s romance in it, kind of, but in that messed up “is this affection or manipulation” way. You can feel a tiny bit of real connection under all the dirty talk, which almost makes it worse.

What I liked is that it doesn’t drag. It’s short, like one nasty little evening shift, so every choice feels heavier. You don’t spend half the game walking around, you’re just stuck at that fence, trapped in this strange, horny conversation with a monster girl who is a hundred percent smarter than your character. It really plays with that survival headspace too, not with hunger bars and shit, but survival of reputation, survival in a brutal camp where being soft gets you punished. You’re thinking “If I help her, what happens later? If I use her, what does that say about me?” Then you forget that and just think with your dick for a bit. The creepy tone creeps back in between the lewd lines, like when she laughs a little too long at something, or when she hints what goblins do to captured humans. It’s sexy, uncomfortable, funny in a dark way, and it ends before it gets boring, which in this genre is honestly rarer than a pure-hearted goblin.

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.

I played Brothel Virgin like I was trying to sketch lace on a body that wouldn’t stay still. It’s messy and kind of hypnotic, and that’s probably what I liked about it first. The world feels like velvet that’s been worn too long - soft but a bit frayed, and when the screen fades into the room at the Crimson Reverie, there’s that quiet hum I only get at the end of a runway show when everyone’s pretending not to be aroused by the models. Jenny’s laugh sounds like lipstick smudging against a glass; I kept replaying her intro scene hoping she’d say my name differently, slower. She doesn’t. Small thing but it bothered me. Still, the lighting in her room (well, if you can call it lighting, it’s more like a blush across the walls) made me forget it fast.

Matty’s design confused me. She looks like she was drawn by someone who loves stretch marks too much and I respect that deeply. Her scenes go from comforting to - how do you say - sticky? I’m used to games where every gesture feels rehearsed, but here her hands have this clumsy warmth that almost made me feel guilty touching the screen. Maybe I’m just too sentimental. Then Raven shows up and she wrecks all that tenderness with one smirk. There’s a sound cue before she appears - like a zipper halfway down - and it’s cheap, but it works. I hate that it works. Her storyline plays with all those moments between dominance and longing, and I kept thinking about fabric texture again: latex pretending to be silk.

Some transitions drag; some dialogues feel written by two people who never met. But that’s part of the charm. It’s not perfect, not even close, but neither are the bodies it celebrates. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why the brothel walls shimmer like oil, or why Jenny doesn’t blink enough. Doesn’t matter. The thing is, if you stop expecting polish and just lean into the heat, like, really lean, you’ll find your own reflection looking back at you through those impossible colors.