This thing is basically a horny fairy tale that got drunk and forgot it was supposed to be heroic. You’re “the brave adventurer” on paper, but most of the time I felt like some idiot with a boner wandering around a forest trying not to die to a slime with tits. The goal sounds so classic: kill the monster in the woods, get a pile of gold, then blow it on gifts for the stacked Hooters girls back in town so they finally stop calling you “buddy” and start calling you something filthier. In practice, it’s more like: try to look cool, misclick, end up face first in a pair of cartoon tits, panic, then click through the scene three times just to “check the animation quality” again. For science.

The combat is turn based, but not in that super dry way where you stare at numbers forever. It’s pretty simple: hit thing, don’t die, maybe use some skill that you totally forget exists half the time because a MILF barmaid is still stuck in your brain from earlier. Sometimes I was trying to focus on stats and all I could think about was “ok if I don’t screw this fight, I can buy that shiny necklace and maybe she’ll let me suck on those ridiculous boobs again.” And yeah, the girls here are built like some teenage fantasy that never heard of gravity: big tits, big asses, big everything. They jiggle a lot, with little animated loops that keep playing and you tell yourself you’re only watching to see the “art details” but you know damn well what you’re doing. There’s teasing everywhere too, like the game just likes to edge you. A waitress brushing her tits on your arm and then walking off like nothing happened, a busty mage pushing your face “by accident” into her cleavage when she heals you. At one point I legit misread a dialogue and thought I was choosing something romantic, but it turned into full on tits sucking scene, with her grabbing your head and talking all smug, and suddenly the heroic soundtrack in my head was gone, replaced by “how did I get here and why is this kind of perfect.”

It pretends to be a noble fantasy adventure, but the town basically runs on horny energy. You beat monsters, they drop loot, you bring that back so you can buy goofy, half-useless gifts that somehow unlock dirtier stuff with the girls. One Hooters chick pretends she’s all shy, but give her the right shiny thing and next second she’s grinding on your lap, hand on your dick, whispering something about “thanking her favorite customer” while you just mash through dialogue because the CG is doing all the talking. Another time I tried to play “good guy” and not touch the barmaid’s ass when the prompt came up. I was proud for like three seconds, then the next event she just straight up grabs your crotch under the table and goes “you’re too slow, hero” and I felt both owned and turned on. The monsters are weirdly sexy sometimes too, like they’re 80% threat and 20% “if I lose this fight, I’m probably getting jerked off by a plant or something.” I sort of wish the sandbox part was bigger, like more weird side stuff and stupid ways to blow money, but also I know if they add more, I’ll just forget the main quest forever and live in the bar, grinding battles only so I can keep “gifting” my way into more groping scenes. Not gonna lie, half the time I closed Chrome after a “boss fight” in town instead of in the forest. And yeah, the story pretends it’s about slaying the beast, but after a while it feels like the real monster you’re fighting is your own self control every time another big titty NPC leans in and asks if you “wanna see a special move.”

Rosenwick feels like the kind of place where the trash in the alley has more future than you, and that’s exactly where this game throws you in. You start as this nobody street rat, hungry, pissed, kind of stubborn, just trying not to die in some corner. Then out of nowhere you get pulled out of that shit life, given a home, a bed, a childhood friend with soft eyes and soft tits that the camera really likes to linger on. She’s sweet, she’s caring, and from the first time she leans too close while you’re studying together, your brain just stops. There’s this tiny pause in the dialogue, like both of you know what’s going on but pretend you don’t. That’s the kind of teasing this game is obsessed with: small looks, half-open shirts, “accidental” skin. It plays like a slow striptease before it ever lets you fuck anything, and honestly, I enjoyed that way too much.

Then the academy part hits and suddenly you’re this “chosen” guy in a place full of rich kids, weird beastfolk, huge MILFs with tight outfits that absolutely are not school appropriate, and that one teacher whose tits bounce when she writes on the board, like the devs spent extra time only on her chest physics. The vibe is: everyone thinks they’re better than you, but the women cannot stop staring, and the more they underestimate you, the more you start to enjoy pushing back. There’s this scene where you’re stuck in a library with a snooty fox-girl who calls you “street trash” every second line. You pin her against the shelf, she’s still talking shit, and then mid-argument you grab her tail, she gasps, her ears drop, and suddenly she’s grinding against your thigh while pretending she hates you. The game loves this switch, from insult to moan, from sarcasm to creampie on the floor, with just one bold move from you.

Later when the betrayal hits and you end up in a dungeon, bloody and half naked, the tone flips again. It’s all dark stone and hopeless lines, but the goddess that appears is way too horny for a divine being. Cool voice, yes, but her dress is like “oops it fell down” level of thin. She talks about reincarnation and fate while sitting on your lap, letting your hand slide over her thigh like that’s normal for sacred rituals. When she offers you a new world, she’s basically jerking your ego and your dick at the same time: power, revenge, and a whole parade of fantasy women just waiting to be “guided” by your thick holy rod or whatever. From there it goes wild: you go from watching girls through slightly open doors, seeing them play with their tongues on fingers or toys, to having them on their knees, lips shiny with spit, choking themselves on you and looking up like you’re the only god they recognize. There’s sweaty titfucks where the breasts bounce in these short loops, sticky creampies dripping out of tight pussies while the animation holds just a bit longer than is tasteful, and that slow romance thread with your childhood friend, where the first time you finally slide into her, it feels wrong and right at the same time because she’s moaning your name but you’re already thinking about how you’re going to add her to this messy, greedy harem that keeps growing behind her back. It’s tender, dirty, kind of fucked up, and I couldn’t stop clicking next.

Kai is the kind of dude who goes to a tropical resort thinking it’s gonna be cocktails, tits in a bikini top, and just enough drama to make the sex hotter. Five minutes in, you already feel he’s way out of his depth. The island looks like a porn version of Instagram, all wet skin and too-friendly smiles, but the vibe is wrong in a good way. You’ve got Yumi trying to be the perfect girlfriend with that soft, clingy energy that makes you feel guilty before you even cheat, Nick walking around like the resort belongs to his cock, and Izzy… Izzy is just chaos in a swimsuit. She’s the girl who sits too close, laughs at all the wrong moments, and you know she’d jerk you off under the table just to see what happens. The game leans hard into that feeling where a vacation turns into a test you never studied for. Everyone’s half-naked, dripping from the pool, rubbing sunscreen on each other’s shoulders just a little too slow. There’s this one early scene on the beach where Yumi is trying to have a serious talk, and in the background Izzy is stretching, bikini riding up her big ass, and Nick is just staring. You feel it. That moment where you’re thinking “this is fine” and your dick is like “no, it’s not, this is about to go very, very wrong.”

The sex isn’t thrown at you instantly, which makes it worse when it hits. There’s a handjob scene where Yumi is trying to “reconnect” with Kai after things already started to feel off. It’s quiet, just her soft hand working him under the sheets, and it should feel sweet, but because of the choices you made earlier, your brain is stuck on the image of Izzy grinding in the pool or Nick getting just a bit too close to her on that stupid “couples activity.” The game likes to let you watch people cross lines in slow motion. You pick a dialogue choice that looks harmless, then three scenes later Yumi is flushed, drunk from some tropical cocktail, sitting way too close to another guy while the camera lingers on how her tits are spilling out. Or you walk in a little too late, door half-open, seeing motion and shadows, and your stomach drops before your dick jumps. Classic netorare tease where you keep thinking “ok, I can still fix this,” and the island just keeps whispering “nah, buddy, you’re here to suffer.” There’s a weird low-key mystery too, this feeling the island is engineered to push everyone into swapping, cheating, testing boundaries like some horny lab experiment. And then Leon, the estranged brother, shows up and suddenly it’s not just “will she cheat” but “who the hell is pulling the strings here and why is your whole family kink fuel now.” The art is that slick AI-style 2D stuff, with animated bits that focus way too long on hands wandering over big tits, hips rolling on lounge chairs, water sliding down curves. It looks good, then sometimes a face angle is a bit off, and you notice it for half a second, but by the time you think “that eye is weird,” there’s a shot of Yumi riding someone and the thought dies in your throat. Choices feel important, even when they aren’t, and half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a corner where your girl might be moaning another guy’s name on some dark part of the island while you pretend you didn’t see the signs. It’s messy, horny, kind of cruel, and yeah, I kept saying “I’ll be faithful this time” and then saving right before every scene that looked like trouble, like a coward.

This thing starts like a pretty tame porn VN and somehow ends up feeling like you’re doomscrolling on OnlyFans and Pornhub at the same time while being weirdly emotionally invested against your will. You’re just this regular dude, nothing special, and your girl is the kind of cute, shy, soft-spoken type that looks like she apologizes when she bumps into a chair. First few scenes are kinda adorable, like you’re hyping her up to try some sexy selfies, stupid little striptease with bad lighting, awkward blowjob where she keeps looking up like “is this ok?” and you’re thinking “yeah, that’s kinda hot actually.” It starts wholesome in a horny way, you’re giving her ideas, helping with poses, laughing when she messes up. Then she posts more, gets comments, and the chat starts drooling over her. Some of those comments are pure fucking filth, and you can kinda see the moment she goes from “I’m nervous” to “I want more of that.” The game makes you watch that flip in her eyes, and it’s honestly the most evil part of it. You click one choice, suddenly she’s spreading her legs for the camera, moaning louder than she ever did for you, talking about how warm she feels when strangers call her a slut, and you’re just sitting there, dick hard, also a bit uncomfortable, and still clicking “continue.”

What it does well is making you complicit. When she starts doing live shows, and you can pick if you want to be in frame or stay behind the camera, it hits different. One path, you’re basically her porno director, aiming the phone at her pussy while she rides you and tells chat they’re making her wetter than you are. She moans your name with their usernames mixed in, and that’s both cringe and ridiculously hot. The animations are not perfect at all, some loops are a bit stiff, but the way her body changes scene by scene keeps you locked in. First it’s just heavier makeup, then the lips look swollen and glossy, then her tits get stupidly big, nipples poking through thin tops while she “accidentally” flashes everything. There is this one blowjob sequence after her lips are done where she struggles a bit to wrap them around you, drool running down, mascara already a mess, and the game really lingers on the throat fucking in a way that feels like the dev was way too into that specific kink. The creampie shots get more... show-offy too. Early on, she blushes when you finish inside and tries to cover it with her hand. Later she’s literally holding herself open to the camera, cum dripping out while she giggles and asks if chat likes “his load leaking out of my used hole.” And if you go the darker route and just let her addiction run wild, there’s a point where she’s basically using you as a dildo while reading comments on her phone, riding until she milks another creampie out of you, barely looking at your face, then running to the bathroom to snap pics of your seed inside her for premium subscribers. Game calls it “content,” you just feel like the extra in your own porn. Anyway, it’s fucked up, hot, frustrating, and I hate how much I kept clicking.

You land in this weird mix of Hogwarts, porn hub search history and some shady medical drama. Whole place is this high-class magic academy where everyone pretends they care about lessons, but you’re basically the only one doing real “practical work”. There’s a virus going around, and somehow the cure looks a lot like you touching hot witches in all the wrong places. Totally scientific, of course.

You play as the new doctor, or healer, or whatever title helps them sleep at night. Old one died, which the game just drops on you like “yeah anyway, here’s a stacked redhead with half her robe open”. Your day is walking around the school, taking “patients” to your office, massaging them, checking their body for “symptoms”, lifting skirts to see if some strange mark spread to their thighs, then pretending you’re very serious about it. It starts tame, like rubbing shoulders and back, and suddenly you’re pulling the robe down, oil on tits, the girl moaning that it tingles because of magic. Sure. Magic.

They really go ham on the academy vibe. Long hallways, class rooms, training yards, secret passages. You stalk around as the only sane person while horny witches bend over bookshelves or stretch in poses no teacher would allow in a normal school. There’s this one scene where a girl says she’s scared of the virus and wants a “full body check”, and she just walks to the window, opens her robe, lets the moon hit her skin and tells you to touch everywhere. You can just stand there and stare like a creep for a bit, camera sliding around her body, and nothing forces you to hurry. That voyeur stuff is strong here. I kinda hated how slow the walking is, by the way. You drag your ass across the corridors like your shoes are made of glue and then forget where you were going.

What surprised me is how much they lean into training and management on top of all the erotic stuff. You don’t only fuck around, you’re also planning schedules, checking who already got the suppressor, upgrading your gear and your magic tricks so you can use more “advanced procedures” in the sessions. Stats go up, resistance goes down. The way you choose dialogs and treatments actually changes how fast girls trust you, which then changes what positions they will accept and how bold they get in public. Like, one girl starts as this shy nerd, tight uniform, always holding her books to her chest, and after a few visits and some risky “let me test a new spell while I rub here” moments, she’s the one pressing her tits against the window during lessons and asking you if getting fucked in the infirmary counts as therapy. Or there’s the cosplay thing, where students pretend to be normal nurses or maids inside a magic academy, which lowkey makes zero sense, but looks hot so who cares. Half the fun is unlocking new outfits just to see them break the school rules in them. You cure a deadly virus by massaging big tits, fingering witches in your office and banging them on your examination table while the world outside apparently falls apart. Honestly, mood.

Rilly feels like that girl you see on Instagram at three in the morning, drunk eyeliner, lips smudged, half naked in some bathroom mirror, and you think “oh fuck, she’s trouble” but you still hit follow. The game drops you straight into her mess. She’s this gothic party addict with pink hair, boots that probably hurt, and a phone that never shuts up. Most of the time you are just staring at her screen, watching her type, delete, retype, send the wrong thing to the wrong person, that kind of quiet panic that hits your stomach. The horny stuff sneaks in slow. At first it’s just flirty chat, some teasing selfies, a bit of “haha you’re such a perv” energy. Then that one blurry photo appears in her gallery. The one she doesn’t remember taking. Suddenly the little typing dots on her phone feel scary and hot at the same time. Now every notification feels like either blackmail or foreplay. Sometimes both.

The thing that got me is how the domination starts with just words. She’s not tied up, she’s not on her knees, she’s just sitting on her bed in a big hoodie texting some anonymous account that somehow has pics of her licking a girl’s toes at a party she doesn’t remember. The first time that stranger tells her to send a new pic “if you want me to delete this one”, I actually stopped and stared at the screen like an idiot. It’s only a phone, just text, but you feel her pride getting peeled away line by line. He, or she, or whoever, starts small. “Show me your tongue.” “Spread your toes for me.” “Open your mouth wider.” The more she resists, the more the chats twist into humiliation. Sex here is not just bodies, it’s the way her messages change from “fuck off” to “please don’t post that, I’ll do it.” There is one scene where she is taking a selfie from above, sitting on the floor, legs open, messy ahegao face that she has to fake on command. I hated how much that turned me on. I also hated how long the typing indicator takes sometimes. It’s like the game wants you to sit there, horny and slightly ashamed, counting seconds, and then just sends “Good girl” like that is enough. And it kind of is.

Later, when the voyeur stuff really kicks in, it feels worse in a good way. You are not only looking at Rilly, you are seeing what her blackmailer sees. There is this moment where she thinks she is alone in the bathroom, just washing makeup from her face, feet bare on the cold tiles, and then your phone in the game buzzes with a live photo from a hidden angle behind her. You see the same scene you were just in, but from another set of eyes. She gets the picture a second later on her own phone, and she just freezes. No loud scare, just that quiet “oh shit” when she realizes there was someone watching. After that, every time she touches herself, she has to pretend she is doing it “for herself”, but the text chain keeps milking it. “Put your heel on your pussy.” “Spit on your toes.” “Smile for me.” One path made her jerk off a terrified virgin boy on cam, with her talking down to him, calling him pathetic while the blackmailer forces her to go nastier, like turning her own shame into ammo for someone else. It’s incredibly fucked and also weirdly intimate. I kept thinking I would stop when it got “too much”, but then the next message tone hit and I was already wanting to see what sick thing they would make her do next. The whole thing feels like being trapped inside a horny, broken group chat that you cannot mute. In a good, very bad way.

Tuesday nights always feel a bit cursed, right? Work still hanging over your head, brain half fried, and instead of sleeping you’re edging yourself with one more tab in Chrome. This thing basically weaponizes that mood. You’re dropped in as the only guy in a parallel world that runs on cum like it’s electricity. No dudes anywhere, just horny monster girls and other weird hot things trying to squeeze you dry in every possible way. It looks like one of those cheap furry meme games at first, but then it starts talking about tax-like “cum quotas” and tentacle-powered public transport and suddenly you’re weirdly invested in who gets to ride your dick today. There’s a city square where everyone pretends to be polite while shamelessly staring at your crotch, some forest shrine with a smug fox milf that treats your balls like a religious artifact, and a lab that absolutely does not pass any ethics board, run by a smiling AI who talks about “data collection” while strapping toys to your cock.

The wild part is how text heavy it is. Like, if you’re expecting full-blown animated tentacle gangbangs every two clicks, nah. You get AI CG as background flavor, mostly still shots of big tits, monster curves and sci-fi nonsense behind walls of horny writing. Sometimes the art and the text don’t match and it kinda breaks your brain in a funny way. One scene is describing thick drool around your shaft while the background shows some cute slime girl just smiling like it’s a Disney movie. And the UI, holy hell, whoever picked the font size hates people with bad eyes. Menu buttons are tiny, contrast is meh on some backgrounds, and keyboard-only navigation is weirdly hit or miss. I use NVDA on Windows a lot, and half the buttons read out in random order like the dev is trolling screen reader users for fun. There’s so much text, but no option to bump it up, no dyslexic-friendly font, no line spacing slider, nothing. For a text-based game, not caring about readable text feels like a very specific kind of comedy.

There are some actually hot moments when everything clicks: you’re stuck in front of a crowd of monster girls, forced to “donate” in public, one hand jerking you off while another pair of claws gropes your ass hard enough to make your eyes water, a long tongue slowly tracing your balls while some priestess explains calmly how they’re going to track your load internally with magic. It sells that mix of teasing and humiliation so hard you almost forget you’re just clicking through options. Then the next scene has a clunky menu like “Option A: Vaginal” “Option B: Oral” “Option C: Anal” in this dry list, no visual spacing, and it feels like filling out a form on Google Docs instead of being milked by a horny centaur with a big ass sitting on your face. Foot stuff shows up too, but kind of randomly, like the writer remembered “oh yeah footjob tag” in the last minute. One slime girl scene makes you finish inside her and they describe the internal view like some horny biology class, then the next monster just wipes your cum off her tits and the focus moves on too fast. It’s messy, funny, sometimes stupid, sometimes actually erotic, and you can feel there’s a good brain behind it that just doesn’t care about polish or if half the players are squinting at their screen going “why is this button this small.” Honestly that fits the whole thing. The world needs your cum to survive, but you need a zoom function to read the damn menu.

Lucas walks back into this oversized rich man mansion like he is visiting a museum of someone else’s life. Marble floors, stupidly clean windows, expensive art that nobody actually looks at. Dad is “away on business”, of course. What’s waiting there instead is Isabelly, the stepmom he barely knows, who is absolutely not dressed like any stepmother I have ever seen in real life. She has that milf vibe that hurts your brain a bit: perfectly done hair, tight clothes that pretend to be casual, and that slightly bored, slightly hungry look of a woman who has seen too much porn on her phone and not enough affection in her bed. From the first moment she opens the door, the whole thing feels wrong in a very good way. You’re supposed to reconnect with family, talk about childhood, maybe unpack trauma. Instead you spend more time wondering how long it will take before she pins you to the couch and ruins your moral compass.

The game leans hard on the phone stuff. Messages pop up, photos slide in, those little typing dots that make you nervous. Isabelly sends you “innocent” selfies that are about as innocent as a Pornhub thumbnail. Sometimes she pretends it’s an accident, sometimes she does not even bother. The fun part is how the phone becomes this little pocket of filth inside all that luxury. In the living room everyone is polite, speaking in normal voices, playing the whole “I’m your stepmother, I care about you” role. Then you sneak to a guest room, check your phone, and boom: she’s sending you a mirror pic with her panties halfway down, asking if it’s “too much.” On top of that, the AI art gives everything a slightly unreal, dreamy feel. Faces look almost too perfect, curves just a bit exaggerated, like someone told the generator “make her look like a classy milf” and the model whispered “I heard: absolutely ruin this boy’s life.” It fits the vibe weirdly well. You can actually feel the humiliation angle creeping in when she starts playing games with power. One moment she is soft and gentle, telling you she is lonely and misunderstood. Next moment she is texting while you are naked in her room, barely covered, taking photos at bad angles on purpose, teasing about sending them to your father. She weaponizes your phone against you, and you keep handing it back to her like a good idiot. There is also some netorare tension running around the edges, that feeling someone else might already own her, or that she is just training you for when she finally gets bored and moves on. You don’t always know who is using who. At one point she has a “friend” calling while she is messing with you, and she answers with that fake sweet voice, all proper, while her other hand keeps you hard and helpless. It is fucked up, it is hot, and it leaves you a bit angry at yourself. I still think the game babies some choices it should have gone darker with, but whatever, Isabelly’s smirk when she looks down at you from the edge of the bed kind of makes you forget what you were complaining about. Anyway, you will probably end up staring at your own phone lock screen afterwards, wondering why real life text threads never feel this dangerous.

Heated Hashtag feels like scrolling horny Twitter while your hand is already halfway down your pants. Whole thing is built around this fake OnlyFans clone, OnlyGram, and honestly it nails that exact feeling when you know you shouldn’t click “view more”, but of course you do, because you’re weak and also that girl with the big tits licking ice cream from her own cleavage just posted again. The game follows this dude in college, kind of normal at first glance, but you can tell from the way he stares too long at his phone that his brain is already full of porn and half-secret crushes. And the nice part is, the story doesn’t rush you right away into some gangbang. It plays slow in the fingers, like you’re flicking through notifications and each one is just a bit more risky, a bit more sticky. I liked how some scenes feel almost too intimate, like masturbating in a room where your roommate might wake up, that weird mix of fear and “I hope they watch.” Then again, sometimes it tries too hard to be “realistic” with college drama and you just want to scream: stop talking and suck something already.

What really hooked me is how the game makes you feel the tech. The phone buzzing in your hand, the vibration in your pocket when someone uploads a new clip. I swear, mid-play, my actual phone vibrated and I flinched like I got caught watching a monster girl with tentacles wrapping around her own waist while she rides a sex toy in front of a webcam. Totally different app, but my body didn’t care. There’s this great moment where the main guy is alone in his dorm, lights low, OnlyGram open, and he’s watching this tall girl with a huge ass sit on a dildo in reverse cowgirl, slow, letting the toy disappear inside her while she uses one hand to tease her ass and the other to hold the phone up for her followers. The sound of the toy sliding in, that wet little “schlk” every time she lifts her hips a bit, made my fingers clench on the mouse. I almost hated it. But I watched the entire clip in silence like some creep hiding behind a curtain, not even skipping ahead. And yeah, the anal scenes are strong here, not treated like a bonus but like, “of course we are putting it in that hole, people are paying for this content.” There’s a bit where she spits on his cock and uses her tits to slick him up before pushing him into her ass, and you feel that shift in his body language even from text and pictures. That tiny flinch in his hips when he finally bottoms out and she exhales, long and shaky, like she just unlocked another level of being a slut for the camera. Honestly it is weirdly sweet one second and then completely filthy the next, like watching someone bake cookies naked and then suddenly she’s sucking dick under the counter while checking her follower count on her phone.

The voyeur and public stuff hit harder than I expected. There’s a scene in a study room where they pretend to be innocent classmates, but his cock is already hard, pressed against her thigh under the table, while on his phone their own OnlyGram page is open and you can see old clips of her sucking him off in the shower. He keeps glancing between her real lips and the video of her stretched around his dick, and there’s this stupid little detail that stuck with me: the smear of lip gloss on the camera lens in the clip. I kept staring at that tiny blurry streak instead of the blowjob, which is dumb as hell, but it felt so real, like someone actually wiped the phone in a hurry with the back of their hand. Later there is this swinging vibe that sneaks in, like they start inviting others into the frame, a black guy with a thick cock who absolutely doesn’t care about romance, just grabs her hips and pushes her face-first into the couch while the main protagonist watches and strokes himself, half jealous, half turned on. You see his hand tense around his shaft, his thumb circling his own tip, and he’s fighting with himself if he wants to film or join or just watch her get bred and filled. The game doesn’t always know if it wants to be a thoughtful story about boundaries or just a collage of creampies dripping out of swollen pussies and asses, so it kinda does both and sometimes that clashes. But when it works, like when she looks back at him, cum leaking out while another guy still thrusts inside her and she gives that tiny grin like “are you getting this on camera?”, it really hits that dirty, sweaty part of your brain that loves being the invisible viewer. I kept thinking I wanted more slow, detailed oral scenes, more tongue dragging over skin, more spit-spread, less talk about “followers,” but the game is married to its hashtag thing and it’s not gonna change, and maybe that’s fine, because every time a new post notification popped up, I felt that stupid twitch in my hand and opened it anyway, like a horny Pavlov dog.