Dreams of Desire is like one of those trashy hentai OVA you told yourself you’d watch just for the “plot”, then suddenly it’s three routes later and you know everyone’s bad habits, favorite underwear color, and exactly how far they’ll go if you whisper the right words into their ear. The setup is simple enough: guy doesn’t want to get shipped off to some dead boring military academy, stumbles over a creepy old book that basically says “hey, you can hack people’s brains if you’re horny and irresponsible enough,” and then everything around him turns into a playground of lust, lies, and a bit of morality yeeting itself out the window. What I like is how it goes from kinda normal slice of life to “ok, this household is one wrong decision away from a full-on corruption spiral” without making a big dramatic show. One minute you’re talking about chores and dinner, next minute you’re peeking through doors, catching somebody fingering themselves, and the game asks you if you just walk away or stand there like a degenerate and enjoy the view.

The corruption stuff is the real meat here. It’s not like, instant brainwash with glowing eyes and everyone turns into sex drones. It’s slower, messy, and sometimes awkward in that way only this genre really knows how to do. You try pushing someone a little too hard and they snap at you, or you say the “wrong” suggestion and instead of sexy obedience you get guilt, weird tension, and you sitting there thinking “ok, I kinda deserve that.” Then two scenes later that same character is giving you this shy little striptease, pretending they’re in control while clearly melting inside. Some of the best moments are small things, like when the “good girl” character starts swearing when she gets fucked rough for the first time, or when the dominant one suddenly blushes when you flip the power dynamic and tease her feet until she begs. The game really loves watching you turn hesitation into addiction: first a stolen glance in the shower, then mutual masturbation, then blowjob in a place that’s absolutely not safe, and then suddenly you’re sharing a bed with three women who should absolutely not all be okay with it, yet nobody is saying no anymore. And the worst part is how natural it feels inside this world, like the book didn’t just unlock manipulation, it pulled the mask off everyone’s hidden kinks and said “go on, you already wanted this.”

Your life should have been boring as hell. Little farm kid, small fantasy town, marry a local girl, grow potatoes, die. Instead you somehow put a ring on one of the most famous adventurers in the whole damn kingdom, this stacked, battle-scarred goddess with giant tits, a perfect ass and a sword arm that could probably snap your spine if you misbehave. And she actually agrees to drop the armor, squeeze into a too-tight tavern uniform and work in your tiny, creaky bar as the new sexy waitress. It already feels like cheating just watching her bend over tables and pretend she doesn’t notice the way every drunk in the room is measuring her up like she is tonight’s main dish.

The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.

What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.

This thing feels like somebody smashed a horny college drama, a ghost story and a fucked up power trip into one of those clicky visual novels, then forgot to clean it up. You start as this “spirit” kid who’s supposed to be dead or half-dead or just really broken in the head, and you get dropped into campus life like nothing happened. Class schedules, dorm gossip, hot girls everywhere, guys who look like they live in the gym, but the whole time there’s that weird silent question: am I actually here, or just haunting my own life? The game doesn’t really answer it. It just keeps giving you choices and those little CG scenes where hands are in places they absolutely shouldn’t be, in public hallways, in dark lecture rooms, and sometimes right in the middle of a crowded party while everyone pretends nothing is happening.

What I liked first is how fast it goes from “oh, poor traumatized soul, must heal” to “strip naked in this locked classroom while someone holds your jaw and calls you trash.” One minute you’re picking dialog like some shy kid trying to blend in, next you’re clicking through a masturbation scene in the dorm shower where you know anyone could walk in. They drag out those scenes nicely; the MC’s hand trembling, you hearing voices from the other stalls, and you still keep going because the tension is the whole point. Then the game swings the camera hard and suddenly you’re not touching yourself anymore, you’re being watched. There’s this one early scene where you get cornered on a stairwell by a girl with big tits, bigger attitude, and zero interest in your consent. She starts groping you like you’re just a toy she checked out of the library, orders you to strip piece by piece, and if you try to resist she just laughs and pushes harder. I kind of hated it. I kinda replayed it three times on my lunch break at work with Slack open in the other window.

Where it gets really nasty is the group stuff. It isn’t presented like some loving harem fantasy, more like everyone in this college is a little broken and really horny and there’s no real adult in the room. One of the wildest scenes I hit was during what’s supposed to be a “study group”, and you know how that goes. Door closes, books move, and suddenly the MC is in the middle of a couch, pants around their ankles, while hands from all directions start exploring. Some grab your ass, someone yanks your head back by the hair, someone else just slaps your face with their cock like they’re marking territory. The game really likes humiliation, not just the physical stuff but the way they talk to you: “you’re lucky we even touch you,” “this is all you’re good for,” things like that, right when your character is clearly still dealing with all that trauma from before. It’s messed up. But then, in the next scene, that same girl who made you strip in the stairwell might act like a soft dom, teasing you with a slow striptease on her bed, making you watch her play with her huge boobs while you sit on the floor jerking off and not allowed to cum until she snaps her fingers. The tone keeps zigzagging between cruel and almost tender, and honestly, it’s confusing in a good way. College parties in this world are just excuses for more public exhibition: balcony blowjobs, some girl riding your face in the back of a crowded room while people drink two meters away, that kind of thing. There’s blood in some scenes too, real graphic hits when the “mystery” part of the story pops back in, and it clashes awkwardly with the sex, like the game itself can’t decide if it’s about healing or about breaking you further. But that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking through during work, phone in one hand, pretending I’m answering a Teams message while the MC is getting used and filled by a group that keeps calling them “our little ghost toy.”

You start out as this pretty average guy who honestly has it way too good. Cute girlfriend who actually wants your dick and your attention, stacked childhood friends who orbit you like you’re some budget anime protagonist, job that doesn’t suck your soul completely dry. Then the game just kicks you in the balls. You die. No romance, no hero moment, just dead. Next thing, you open your eyes and there are these two weird divine girls talking about you like you’re a broken toy they picked up from the bargain bin. They give you “gifts”. They don’t explain shit. And that’s kind of the running joke of the story: every time you think “ok, now I get it,” the game hits you with another horny plot twist and a new way to get yourself in trouble with wet, needy women and the occasional guy who wanders into the mess.

When you wake up back at the local shrine, the world looks normal, but the vibe is off. Your memories are foggy, like a hangover where you only remember the sex parts. People around you are a bit too eager, a bit too touchy. Your girlfriend still loves you, of course, but now the game starts poking at that line between “loyal couple” and “ok, but what if she licks your cute coworker in front of you while you watch from the side, trying not to lose it.” The game really likes that angle: you’re not sharing her with dudes, it’s all about her with other women, and you stuck there playing half-proud, half-jealous spectator while tongues and fingers do all the honest work. There’s a scene early on where she acts all shy, then ends up on her knees between another girl’s legs, glancing up at you with this guilty puppy look while she’s tasting her. It’s sweet and filthy at the same time, like someone mixed a romance VN with raw horny doujin pages and forgot to separate them.

The “gifts” from the divines slowly show themselves in, let’s say, very physical ways. Your body reacts too strongly. You catch yourself staring when two girls hug, and the game leans into that voyeur thing hard. You peek through doors, “accidentally” walk in on your childhood friend in the bath, then later she’s the one kneeling in front of you, big wet eyes, lips wrapped around you while she tries not to choke too much. Some scenes go full fucktoy fantasy: a girl riding you like she owns you, using your cock just to get herself off, then collapsing on your chest while you drip out of her. There’s this swinging-style moment where the atmosphere turns almost party-like, different women passing you around with their hands and mouths, one girl kissing another while you’re buried inside one of them, hot breathing, sticky thighs, no one really asking if this is “good for the relationship.” The story pretends to care about guilt and cheating, then throws you into a soft harem where everyone somehow ends up naked anyway. And yeah, there’s dick going in, cum staying in, warm creampies leaking out on the sheets and on thighs, because the game is not shy about showing where everything ends up. Every route you poke opens another door: a lesbian side scene there, a guy appearing in the background, a messy shrine night where you’re watching two girls play with a toy on each other while you’re wondering if those divine “gifts” were a blessing or some cosmic pervert’s joke.