Corruption is not just a bar on the screen here, it feels like a mood that slowly crawls under your skin while you click “next room” again like a degenerate. Forbidden Dungeon throws you into a fantasy world that pretends to care about saving kingdoms and slaying monsters, but everyone knows why you’re actually there. You start with these “heroes” who look serious for about five seconds, then the game starts stripping them, shoving them into traps with tentacles and cursed toys, and suddenly every combat choice is also a sex choice. You’re staring at a turn-based fight, thinking about buffs and debuffs, but also thinking “ok if she loses here, how badly is the dungeon going to fuck her this time?” Then you lose on purpose. Or you tell yourself it was a mistake. Sure.

What I like is how the dungeon feels hungry. Rooms are not just “fight skeletons, get loot”. You open a door, get a weird altar with a glowing toy on it, and you have that awful nice feeling like when you know you shouldn’t click “accept” but you do anyway. Take the blessing, your stats go up, your “purity” goes down, next encounter she is more sensitive, more aroused in the art, more easy to push over the edge. At start I was trying to play “correct” like it is some hardcore roguelike. After a few runs I was basically feeding my party to every corrupted slime just to unlock new scenes. There is that one event with the breeding pit where you think “ok, this is just some background lore thing”, then suddenly your character is on all fours, tentacles holding them open, multiple penetration from things that do not even have a name, and you are sitting there like, yeah, this is fine. Also the little text line that casually mentions the chance of pregnancy like it’s just another status effect, that got me. It is not like a soft romance thing, it feels more like the dungeon is marking them, making sure they stay its toys forever.

The parody bits are funny in a really trashy way. If you know those edgy solo-leveling memes or you played Darkest Dungeon, you will recognize some scenes twisted into horny nonsense. A “heroic” speech turns into a submissive pledge to serve the dungeon, that kind of thing. It keeps trying to pretend there is a noble path, but the more you progress, the more the skills, gear and even the AI-generated CG push you toward naked, chained, displayed in front of monsters. Exhibition stuff hits hard here because the game keeps throwing you into situations where the character should be ashamed, and the UI pops up like “Gain +10% damage if you let them watch.” Grind a bit, unlock another protagonist, and suddenly the same corridors feel different because you know exactly which trap will drag them into that familiar tentacle nest. I really wish the game let me corrupt the town hub more, like turn the whole support cast into willing dungeon slaves or something, but I guess that’s my brain asking for DLC already. Anyway, if you like your runs to end with your party fully broken in some dark corner of the map, soaked, pregnant, and still going back in because loot, then yeah, this dungeon knows exactly what kind of player you are.

Rowan is supposed to be the boring happy-ending guy. War hero, tiny village, hot wife who actually loves him, all that fairy tale stuff. Then the game basically grabs him by the balls and drags him back into the kind of world you’d expect from some depressed fantasy writer who jerks off to demon girls. You start with this vibe of “retired hero, quiet married life,” and in like five clicks you’re knee-deep in demons, cult shit, political mess, and way too many chances to ruin your marriage just because somebody looked at you with glowing eyes and big tits. It pretends to be about grand fantasy and the six kingdoms, peace after the big war, blah blah, but the real hook is watching Rowan and Alexia slowly bend, crack, and sometimes completely snap under pressure. You’re pushing them into deals with monsters and nobles, letting them get corrupted, watching them cheat or get used, then acting surprised like “wow, how did this happen.” Yeah, sure. Totally an accident when you sent your wife into that obviously horny monster girl’s lair in lingerie.

The whole thing is built around choices that feel like you’re playing with their souls instead of stats. Sometimes you’re managing the castle and moving troops, and it looks almost normal, like a strategy sim wearing a cheap porn costume. Then out of nowhere you’re arranging a threesome, or letting your hero get pegged by some smug demon, or forcing him to watch as his wife “negotiates” with a noble who has more gold than morals. One moment you’re clicking through political scenes that feel straight out of some low-budget Witcher fanfic, next you’re in a sweaty lesbian ritual with a priestess who clearly skipped the part of the holy book about modesty. There are futa demons with cocks that look like they have their own skill tree, horny elves who act like they discovered group sex and never stopped, and that one early scene where you know you shouldn’t flirt with the mysterious woman, but your dick does the decision-making and the game quietly writes your marriage’s death flag in the background. Sometimes it leans into female domination so hard Rowan basically turns into a toy in his own story, and sometimes you steer Alexia into being the one who gets off on being “pure” while doing the filthiest oral in the realm. Half the fun is that you’re never really sure if you’re still the hero, or just the bastard pulling all the strings while the world rots in a very hot, very wet way.

You know that awful feeling when your phone buzzes, you open the chat, and you’re not sure if you even want to scroll up because you already feel something’s wrong? This game lives inside that feeling. You play as Eddie, normal guy, married, kind of worn out by life, stuck in this shitty loop of work, stress, debt, and a dick that just refuses to cooperate when you actually need it. The whole thing plays out mostly through chats and phone stuff, so you’re basically spying on your own life. Messages, pictures, little bits of “hey babe, miss you” turning into “hey, I’m working late” and then into things you really don’t want to see your wife sending to someone else. And still you keep tapping, because of course you do.

Rachel starts as that sweet, supportive wife who just wants to help, who wants her man back, wants sex that isn’t awkward and half-hearted. The game doesn’t jump straight into filth. It teases you. She takes small jobs, chats with new people, gets “friendly” with that one guy who compliments her more in two texts than Eddie managed in a whole week. You see her selfies get a bit bolder. At first it’s cute. She’s shy, a bit embarrassed, but she sends that “accidental” cleavage pic and you feel both proud and a bit sick. Then the pictures get dirtier. The emojis change. The typing pauses get longer. The game really likes to make you stare at the screen waiting for three dots, wondering if she’s going to send something soft or something that will make you want to punch the wall and jerk off at the same time.

Sex scenes here are mostly in your head and on the phone screen, twisted together. When she’s playing with herself, you don’t just see her; you see the messages that pushed her there. Some random guy hyping her up, telling her how wet she must be, asking for “proof”, and she actually sends it. You get AI-style images that look like those edited photos you see on Telegram porn channels, slightly too clean, but the situation around them is messy as fuck. There’s cheating, voyeurism, corruption, all that good painful stuff. You read how she describes your failures in bed while you’re the one stuck watching and masturbating like some pathetic cuck who can’t even look away. The worst part is how normal it all feels. No magic, no mind control. Just money problems, stress, one dude with a working dick and another with a nice salary and a smooth tongue, and a woman who gets tired of waiting. The story doesn’t need big twists. It just pokes at those ugly relationship fears until they get horny, then keeps going a bit too far. You know it’s going to hurt. You still open the next chat. And the next picture. And the next.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.