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.

A fresh face from the F-Series lineup waits for your wildest moves. Your mission is simple yet relentless: pound her hard and fast, exploring every filthy position imaginable.

Control the action by clicking the image buttons on either side of the screen, flipping between angles and postures that crank up the heat. With each click, you dive deeper into raw, unfiltered lust, seeing her in bikinis or nothing at all, in true XXX game fashion.

This isn’t your average porn game; it’s a wild ride featuring Rei Ayanami herself, mixing anime fantasy with hardcore reality. Watch cumshots fly, soak the screen, and feel the intensity build beyond just voyeurism.

You’re not just an outside observer here – you’re right there, pounding her relentlessly in first-person POV. Whether she’s clad in tight bikinis or stripped bare, the game keeps you hooked with seamless control and daring moves.

So why just fantasize when you can take control and unleash pure carnal chaos?. Hit those buttons and show her what real domination looks like.

Grip your throbbing cock and slide it deep inside her as she moans beneath you, her big tits heaving with each breath. If you’re craving something more intense, don’t hesitate to fuck her ass hard and fast and watch her squirm under your relentless assault.

Every thrust is a wild ride, sweat mixing with desire as you lose yourself in the moment until finally, the choice is yours - where to spill your seed, outside on her smooth skin or deep inside her wet core.

Feel the slick warmth as your cum coats her insides, mixing with her juices in a perfect mess. Or, if you prefer, pull out and spray your load across her toned stomach and luscious breasts, painting her with your passion.

From the first touch to the final explosion, this experience puts you right in the middle of a steamy encounter inspired by Misato Katsuragi’s fiery spirit and Neon Genesis Evangelion’s intense energy.

Every angle, every moan, every gasp is captured from your perspective. Her big tits bounce with each movement, her tight hole welcoming your cock like it was made for it.

This isn’t just about sex, it’s about taking control and exploring every filthy fantasy you’ve been craving.

So grab your cock, choose your position, and decide how you want to finish - the night is yours to own and every inch of her is waiting for your touch.

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.