Misato’s apartment has never looked this grimy. The beer cans are stacked like a monument to bad decisions and she’s sprawled on the futon with that lazy grin, jacket half off, tits practically spilling out of that tiny black top. The whole thing runs in a choppy little browser window, the kind you’d find buried in some forgotten corner of Newgrounds back in the day. It’s not trying to be pretty. The art has this rough, almost sketchy quality where the lines don’t quite meet and the shading is just slapped on, but somehow that makes it dirtier. More honest. You’re not here for a visual novel with branching paths and character development. You’re here because Misato Katsuragi is looking up at you with those half lidded eyes and there’s a big throbbing cock in the center of the screen.

The controls are just a few buttons. In, out, faster, switch hole. You can go straight for her ass if