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In a cramped, dimly lit room, a bespectacled man, clad in a t-shirt and pants, clutches a lifelike Rei Ayanami figure in his sweaty palms. His hand moves frantically, his grunts filling the space as he spills his load onto the figure, its once pristine tennis outfit now a canvas of his lust, a testament to his fervent, solo worship of the anime icon.