Kemonokko Tsuushin The Animation Episode 4

Review of Kemonokko Tsuushin The Animation Episode 4

Right as the screen flickers on, I’m slammed face-first into this electric, sweaty mess of a scene—Pokora, this tanuki girl with curves that could stop traffic, is stammering through some half-hearted protest while Takeshi-san’s voice drips with that smug, teasing edge. My pulse is already tripping over itself. Her bunny suit is clinging to her like a second skin, those massive boobs practically begging to burst free, and I’m sitting here, jaw slack, thinking, “Holy hell, did they animate her blush to look *that* desperate?” It’s not just cute—it’s a gut punch of need, her little “Y-yes!” trembling out like she’s already halfway to breaking. I’m hooked, embarrassed, and way too invested in under ten seconds, my hands gripping the edge of my desk like I’m the one being teased.

Pokora’s Plight: A Tanuki’s Tantalizing Torment

Let’s get into it—Pokora’s whole deal is this “training” to keep her transformation under control, and by training, I mean Takeshi-san putting her through every depraved scenario imaginable. Early on, she’s in that bunny suit, her thick thighs quivering as she tries to “endure” whatever sadistic game he’s playing. The way her voice cracks on “My butt is sensitive!”—man, it’s equal parts hilarious and hot. I’m cackling, but also, low-key obsessed with how her body jiggles with every nervous twitch. The animation lingers on her flushed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on her cleavage, and I’m over here feeling like a creep for noticing how her ears twitch every time she’s overwhelmed. It’s the little details—the way her tail flicks in panic—that make me wanna scream, “Just give her the udon already, you monster!” But nah, I’m also kinda rooting for the torture to drag on.

Costume Chaos: From Bunny to Nurse to Swimsuit Sin

Then there’s the cosplay parade, and I’m losing my damn mind. First, the bunny suit—already mentioned, but worth repeating because her nipples are basically winking through the fabric, and I’m a simple man with simple weaknesses. Then she’s a nurse, and the thermometer scene has her squirming, her “37 degrees” reading sounding like a plea for mercy. The way her boobs press against the tight outfit while Takeshi mutters about not hearing anything—bro, I felt that frustration in my soul. I’ve been there, distracted by a chest so perfect you forget how to function. And don’t get me started on the school swimsuit bit. When he’s “warming her up,” pulling at the fabric till she’s whimpering about him seeing too much, the tension in her voice is like a live wire straight to my spine. The stretch of that blue material over her hips, the way it digs into her skin—goddamn, I’m sweating just typing this. It’s not just erotic; it’s a personal attack on my restraint.

Anal Antics: Pushing Pokora (and Me) Past the Edge

Now, the anal scene—oh boy, I wasn’t ready. When Takeshi starts teasing her about her “sensitive ass” after they’ve already gone hard, I’m sitting there, wide-eyed, thinking, “Wait, we’re actually going there?” Pokora’s protests are this delicious mix of panic and reluctant arousal, her “Nho! My butt will break!” hitting me like a freight train of filthy delight. The animation doesn’t shy away—the way her body tenses, the exaggerated squirm of her hips as he pushes in, and the sheer mess of it all, with her love juices “flowing like a waterfall” (his words, not mine, but accurate as hell). I’m blushing so hard I’m basically a tomato, remembering this one time I stumbled into a convo about backdoor stuff at a party and had to fake coolness while internally freaking out. This scene is that awkward memory on steroids, but hotter, messier, and with her moans sounding like they’re ripping through the speakers. They’re sharp, desperate, almost musical—like a violin string snapping under too much pressure. I’m both laughing at her overdramatic “I’m cumming from my asspussy!” and feeling my heart race because, yeah, I’m into it more than I’ll ever admit out loud.

Big Boobs and Bigger Reactions: The Visceral Overload

Speaking of her body, can we talk about those boobs for a hot second? They’re not just big; they’re a gravitational force. Every bounce, every jiggle during the blow job scene (yeah, that happens too, and it’s gloriously sloppy), feels like the animators knew exactly how to weaponize physics against perverts like me. When she’s on her knees, the way her chest heaves, the little gasps she makes as she struggles to keep up—it’s raw, messy, and so real I can almost feel the heat of her breath. And the creampie moments? Don’t even. The aftermath is drawn with such sticky, dripping detail, her “My stomach is filled with Takeshi-san’s cum…” line delivered with this dazed, satisfied purr that had me gripping my chair like a lifeline. It’s not just a visual; it’s a full-body experience, like I’m tasting the salt on her skin through the screen. I’m a mess over here, half-guilty, half-obsessed, wondering if I’ve ever been this turned on by a drawing before. Spoiler: I have, but this hits different.

Udon Obsession: The Weirdest Motivator I’ve Ever Seen

Okay, but real talk—the udon thing is bizarrely endearing and also kinda messed up. Pokora’s obsession with it as a reward for enduring all this “training” is played for laughs, but it’s also this weird thread of innocence in an otherwise filthy narrative. When she’s slurping it down at the end, all “So happy…!” with broth dripping down her chin, I’m cracking up but also oddly touched? Like, girl, you just went through the wringer, and this noodle soup is your holy grail? It’s such a quirky detail that I’m reminded of my own dumb food obsessions—late-night ramen runs after bad hookups, using cheap carbs to soothe the soul. I get her on a spiritual level, even if I’m side-eyeing Takeshi for using food as a sex bribe. Dude, just cook her the damn udon without the trauma, yeah? But nah, I’m also laughing too hard to care.

So here I am, post-episode, still buzzing like I’ve had too much caffeine—or something stronger. My brain’s a horny mess of Pokora’s moans echoing in my skull, her ridiculous udon joy, and that anal scene that I’m both ashamed and thrilled to have witnessed. I’m half-tempted to rewatch just for those little ear twitches, half-worried I’ve unlocked some new, weird kink I didn’t know I had. If anyone asks, I’m blaming Takeshi-san for this spiral. Also, side note: I’m ordering udon for dinner tonight, and I don’t even know if I’m joking. Send help—or at least send Pokora, because damn, I’m not over her yet.