You start as literally nobody in this thing. Not a legendary kid spy, not some overpowered hentai protagonist, just some random dude who suddenly gets handed the keys to the most chaotic KND base and told “yeah, you’re in charge now.” Which is already funny, because your MC looks more like the guy who manages Discord servers than a leader of elite child agents. The Moonbase people treat you like a mix of intern and boss, and that weird vibe feeds straight into the corruption angle. One moment you’re pretending to care about missions and debrief reports, the next moment you’re figuring out how to turn uniform checks into “strip inspections” without getting instantly kicked out the airlock.

The sandbox structure is the real hook here. You wander the base, poke your nose into different sectors, and every room feels like a chance to be a pervert in a slightly different flavor. Training schedules, duty rosters, morale stats, approval points, those all pretend to be serious systems, but they’re basically just excuses to push the girls further and further. You send one squad to a pointless “stealth drill” that is clearly just a setup so you can catch them changing into cosplay gear for a fake operation. You manage budgets, but the big question is: new gadgets for missions, or a “special” wardrobe full of tight tops, too-short skirts, and those ridiculous skin-tight spy suits with the zipper that never seems to stay all the way up. This is management like in old Kairosoft games, but horny and very not safe for work.

The voyeur stuff is everywhere if you go looking for it. You can abuse the cameras system and just sit in your office like a perv, clicking through feeds while the girls think they’re alone. Shower room, locker room, training hall, even one corner storage where two of them sneak off to make out when they think no one watches. That first time you catch one girl bending over with her huge tits squeezed into that kiddie-style t-shirt, and the fabric rides up so just a bit of underboob shows, you realize the dev cares about angles more than realism. You can upgrade surveillance, which sounds boring, but higher level cams mean closer zoom when she “doesn’t notice” she left her bra on the bench. Or maybe she does notice. Depends how you’ve been training her.

Corruption and trainer elements are where the game gets really dirty. You start giving small “accidental” touches. A hand on the shoulder that slides too low. Quick gropes during combat drills “to correct stance.” If her discipline is still high, she’ll complain and you might get punished or lose rank, so there is actual risk here, not just click and fap. But if you focus on breaking her slowly, using private one-on-one “performance reviews,” catching her in minor failures and trading silence for favors, she starts letting things pass. First she just tolerates the contact. Later, she blushes but moves closer. Eventually, you can have her straddling your lap in the command chair while alarms go off in the background, grinding her big ass into you while pretending she cares about the tactical map. That shift feels earned, even if it’s messed up.

What I like is how the game makes you juggle the heroic front with your horny brain. You still send teams on missions, manage resources, try not to get the base shut down by adults. But you keep nudging them into more “experimental” uniforms with exposed midriffs or suspiciously open backs. You invent a “stealth training” that is literally one girl forced to sneak around the base in nothing but panties and a mask, with you watching every failed roll and punishing each mistake with spanking in front of the other girls. Some scenes get really mean: you can pressure one character into public humiliation, making her strip in the hangar while other agents pretend not to watch, though the camera does not pretend at all. And then the game suddenly throws a soft moment where two girls fool around together in some storage room, exploring each other clumsily while plotting how to impress you. That little lesbian detour is handled like a side event, almost casual, and then the next day you’re using what you saw to blackmail them.

There is a cosplay angle that just keeps escalating, too. At first it’s fake disguises for missions, like “underwear model to lure enemy agents.” But then you unlock outfits that feel straight from DeviantArt fanart: bunny suit “in case we infiltrate arcades,” magical girl “for morale,” that kind of nonsense. You can assign which girl wears what, and then give “feedback,” which of course means hands on their bodies, lifting skirts, pulling straps, pretending to “check for bugs” while your fingers slide under the fabric. One time I sent a squad to briefing in full fetish uniforms and nobody in-universe questioned it, which is probably a bug but honestly made the scene better.

The game is rough in some places. Menus feel like they were thrown together after a caffeine crash, tooltips vanish too fast, and sometimes the text just forgets which rank you have and calls you something else mid-dialogue. Also the spanking sound effect is weirdly soft, like hitting a pillow instead of a big round ass, and it started to annoy me more than it should. Some rooms feel empty for a long time, like they exist just so future updates can stuff more depravity inside. But then you hit a scene where you corner one agent in the observation deck, the Earth big in the window behind her, her tits pressed against the glass while you grope and harass her until she’s whimpering and still pretending this is “training,” and you kinda forget the UI ever annoyed you. The whole thing plays like a horny kid’s memory of that old cartoon mixed with the brain of a bored adult who figured out how to weaponize promotion systems and daily check-ins into pure sexual control. It’s trashy in a very specific, very deliberate way, and it knows exactly what it is, even when it pretends to be about saving the world.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.