The weirdest thing is how it starts like one of those rich-kid fantasy sims, but then the morning you wake up, naked in that absurdly big room with sunlight cutting through the curtains all fake-soft, it already feels off. The phone on the nightstand vibrates with a message from someone who calls you “baby” like you’ve been together for years, and it doesn’t even let you breathe before throwing you into a pile of half-remembered scenes - like that one in the car with Miku humming some twisted remix of her own song while you’re trying not to stare at her mouth. I swear, the pacing feels broken in a way that makes sense only after the third time you play it. That’s when you realize the “dream life” part isn’t just a setup - it’s the whole trap.

There’s this classroom segment that hits differently. Everyone acts like they know you, but the camera lingers too long when Hinata leans over her desk, or when Toga chews her pen cap like she’s daring you to lose it. The game pretends to be a mystery, but it’s just a long tease for whatever power fantasy you think you’ve earned. I tried to skip some dialogue once, and it froze right on a frame where Mitsuri’s hand was halfway down your pants - like the game itself was judging me for impatience. Maybe that’s part of the kink? The click mechanics are sloppy, but the voyeur cam moments make up for it. When you’re watching Asuka arguing in the hallway while you catch your reflection licking your lips - yeah, it’s got that voyeuristic guilt thing nailed down.

Still, something about the way everyone bends reality around you keeps me hooked. It’s not even the sex scenes (which sometimes go from “holy shit” to “wait, is that even physically possible?” in seconds). It’s that feeling that somebody else is watching you play, whispering the lines before they happen. I had one run where Android 21 called me by my real name. No idea if it was a bug or a feature, but it messed me up good. And yet, I booted it again right after. Guess that says enough.

Shinji stuck on a broken piece of planet, naked except for some sad leftover clothes, gambling his dignity away with Asuka while Rei watches with that deadpan face and threatens both of them with more humiliation if they stall too much. That’s basically the energy here. It’s blackjack, yeah, but it feels more like a really horny arguments compilation than a card game half the time. You hit, you stay, you pray you don’t bust, because every fucked up hand is one more bit of clothing gone and one more excuse for Asuka to scream at Shinji about what a useless perv he is. And also she’s right, but she’s also slowly stripping, so who’s actually winning here? Quiet part out loud: the best moments are when she’s raging, cheeks red, tits out, still pretending this is all about pride and not about the fact that she’s been trapped alone with him for years and obviously horny as hell.

I liked how the blackjack itself isn’t trying to be clever. Cards pop, you slam “hit” like an idiot, you go over 21, Asuka calls you a dumbass and loses her skirt anyway because Rei is tweaking the rules just to watch them squirm. You get that weird mix of Evangelion angst and dumb sex-comedy, like someone took the original show, cut out all the robots, and said “ok, now they just play horny casino on a rock in space.” Incorrectly, I kept expecting Gendo to walk in or some Angel to show up, but nope, it’s just this awkward threesome energy where Rei’s the referee with god powers and zero patience. There are small things that kept bugging me, like how one particular voice line repeats a bit too much right when you’re trying to focus on the next hand, but then you’re suddenly staring at Asuka’s bare ass and forgot what you wanted to complain about in the first place. Also I still don’t understand why Shinji sometimes looks like he might cry even when he wins a hand, though honestly, feels in character. The humor swings from cringe to actually funny without any warning. One second it’s a cheap boob joke, next second Rei just casually calls out their entire trauma in one line. It’s messy, horny, kinda trashy, and somehow that fits these three way better than it should.