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.

Your quiet little life with mom and your cute, clingy sister shatters in one night. Blood on the floor, broken door, mom dragged off by demons like she was nothing, and your sister… yeah. She doesn’t just turn into a demon. She turns into the kind of demon that makes your brain short circuit and your pants painfully tight at the same time. Her eyes glow, her body changes, she presses close and you’re supposed to think only about saving your family, but all you can think about is how wrong it feels that it actually turns you on. This game leans into that. It doesn’t pretend you’re a saint. It laughs in your face and pushes all those incest, corruption and demon fuck fantasies you keep pretending you don’t have.

From there it’s you, a wooden sword, and a pile of horny problems. You train, you flirt, you get beaten up by demons that either want to kill you or ride you or both. The story follows your climb from useless guy who can barely swing a blade to someone who can slice up monsters and still have enough stamina to pin a horny demon girl to the ground. Sometimes literally. You run into familiar faces, twisted in fun ways: the loud blond idiot who can’t stop shaking around girls yet still somehow steals scenes, the boar mask maniac who looks like he wants to fight you and fuck you at the same time, the insect-smiling beauty who talks soft while planning how to milk your body for “research.” And then there is the “doctor” type with that calm, mature vibe that makes you feel safe right before she asks you to undress for a “test.” The game likes to take every girl you know from the anime and nudge her into “what if she was horny and absolutely not safe for work” territory.

Sex here is not just a reward screen. It sneaks in during training, after fights, in weird dream sequences where your demon sister crawls over you whispering things she definitely shouldn’t know. You’ll get seduced as much as you do the seducing. One moment you’re practicing breathing techniques, next moment some busty demon pushes you against a tree and uses your “sword” as her own training tool. There are choices, but the game is pretty honest: no matter what you pick, you’re still stuck in this messy mix of lust, guilt and blood. Sometimes you try to be noble and help a girl, then end up with her moaning under you on a futon while you both pretend this is “just stress relief.” Other times you clearly aim for corruption and the game rewards you with scenes that feel like you shouldn’t be watching them in public, even on a phone. It’s not subtle, not classy, not pretending to be anything else. It throws demons, tits, knives, and moral decay into one pot and says “yeah, this is your life now.” And honestly, it kind of works too well.

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.