Krystal is back on her bullshit again and honestly she looks like she’s kind of into it this time. No big epic space opera, no five page lore dump, just blue fox girl kneeling in front of a big green dino dude and her whole job is to worship that cock with her mouth. That’s the whole vibe: one scene, one girl, one monster, and your mouse is basically her brain. You drag her head along that shaft, you control how greedy she gets, how far she goes, how messy things turn. It feels a bit like you’re puppeteering pure thirst. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s just straight up horny, and sometimes it’s weirdly intimate when she’s buried to the base and her snout is pressed into his gut like she’s trying to suffocate in dick on purpose.

The deepthroat part is where the game starts to hit different. You’re not just clicking next and watching a slideshow, you actually have to find that sweet rhythm where she’s bobbing fast enough to keep him on edge without instantly making him explode. Go too soft and it’s like she’s lazily licking a popsicle. Slam her too fast and he’s already firing before she even starts drooling. When you nail the motion though, she starts gagging around him, saliva stretching in strings, eyes getting a bit glassy. The camera loves her muzzle wrapped tight around that fat shaft, you see her lips spreading, tongue pinned down while she tries to take it all. There’s this one moment if you hold her all the way down for a bit, you almost feel bad for her, then you remember she’s literally pushing herself back onto him like some horny fox-shaped vacuum cleaner. The text pops up between rounds, short lines that give you just enough context, a little dirty talk, then you slam next and shove her right back on that dick. It’s like reading the world’s trashiest fanfic where you also control the head movement.

The payoff is obviously the cumshot and they know it. You can tease it out by going slow and shallow, then suddenly hammering her down so he blows right in her throat, or you pull back at the last second and let him paint her face in thick white mess. The facial looks filthy in the good way, dripping off her muzzle, catching on her fur, strands hanging from her chin while she’s still panting with her mouth half open. Sometimes it actually feels too short, like you’re just warming up your wrist and suddenly the guy is already unloading everywhere. Other times you drag it out and realize you’ve basically spent several minutes doing nothing but micro adjusting a blue fox’s blowjob angle like some cursed hentai dentist. There’s no big variety of positions, no sudden surprise second monster, it’s just that one loop of mouth, shaft, gag, cum, repeat. Weirdly, that’s what makes it hot. No distractions, no gear, no stupid minigames about cleaning teeth or whatever. Just Krystal, her hungry throat, that thick green cock, and your mouse deciding if she gets a mouthful, a facial, or both.

High Tale Hall feels like that trashy hotel at the edge of town where the neon sign is half broken, the sheets are too soft, and you know you should just sleep and leave, but instead you wander the corridors looking for trouble. It throws you back into this familiar place full of horny fur girls who act like the whole building exists only so they can get on their knees for you or ride you raw. There is almost no build up. You walk through this half fancy, half cheap hotel that pretends to be high class, then you end up with a fluffy slut in front of you, big tits pressed against your chest, asking in that shy-but-not-really way if you want “a private service.” And of course there is always a room free for that. The POV scenes hit you fast, like opening porn in another tab at work and forgetting you have headphones off. You just click, and suddenly there she is, on her knees, ears twitching, wet eyes looking up, tongue already on your cock. It is not subtle and it is not trying to be.

What I like is how the game makes the hotel feel like a horny ecosystem. The lobby girl gives you that fake professional smile that melts into “I finish my shift in ten minutes, want to wait in my room?” Then later you wander off, find a side corridor that leads into this sleazy night club area that looks almost glued onto the hotel, like someone drilled a door into the wall and behind it is pure filth. Colored lights, drunk furry girls grinding on poles, tail rings, too short dresses that show more than they hide. One fox girl with tits barely staying inside her top leans in close and basically dares you to pick her up, like some kind of horny side quest. You say the right thing, or honestly sometimes the wrong thing, and you are suddenly pulled into a corner booth with her straddling your lap, grinding on your hard dick through your pants while her breath hits your neck. Then scene cuts to POV, panties off, and she is slowly dropping down on your cock, moaning like she forgot anyone else even exists. Sometimes the transitions are clunky, like the game hiccups before the good part, and it annoyed me more than it should, but I kept clicking anyway, like a dumb moth stuck on the same lamp.

The blowjob scenes are clearly where the dev poured their pure horny soul. There is this wolf girl, tall, with that strong “I’m in control” energy, who acts bored with you in the hallway, almost rude. Then you find her alone in a quiet hotel bar corner later, and she drags you into a staff room, locks the door, and suddenly the same girl is on her knees between your legs, deepthroating you so hard you almost feel bad for her throat. Almost. Her ears twitch every time you thrust, drool dripping on her fluffy chest, her fingers digging into your thighs, and the camera sits low so you see everything from your own view. There is something so filthy about watching her eyes water while she forces herself deeper, then pulling off with a messy gasp and a string of spit that hangs on your tip like she is scared to let go. The game bugs out sometimes, a line of dialogue repeats, or a pose snaps weird for a second, and it feels like the whole illusion should break, but it somehow adds to this “cheap late night porn website” vibe. Like you opened a random cam show that is rough, not perfect, and because of that it hits harder. I kind of wish there were more than four girls, then I complain about choice overload in other games, so I guess my brain just wants to be fucked and whine at same time. Anyway, if the idea of wandering a horny hotel and night club full of sexy furry girls who either want to suck you off or ride you until you forget your name sounds too much, it probably is. That is why it works.

The cunning fox catches the shy chicken-girl off guard, not to devour her, but to plunge deep into raw, unrestrained pleasure. With a rough grip and hungry mouth, the fox wastes no time sliding into the chicken-girl’s dripping wet pussy, savoring every gasp and moan. Not content with just pussy, the fox slides a finger down to the chicken’s tight ass, stretching and teasing until she can shove her cock deep inside, pounding relentlessly. The roles reverse as the chicken-girl mounts the fox, grinding hard, setting a brutal rhythm that leaves both panting and desperate for release. Their movements grow frantic, pounding harder, faster, chasing the edge of ecstasy with every brutal stroke. In a climax of dripping cum and heavy gasps, they come undone together, the fox’s warm seed flooding the chicken-girl’s pussy and ass, sealing their dirty little secret. Every frame is packed with raw passion and explicit detail, from the slick creampie shots to the heated anal pounding, making it impossible to look away. Don’t wait to explore this provocative tale of domination and submission, where the fox’s insatiable hunger meets the chicken-girl’s wild surrender.

Pussymon feels like someone took a Saturday morning monster cartoon, put it in a dirty blender with Pornhub, and forgot to put the lid on. You’re not some heroic savior, you’re basically a horny freelancer walking around weird little zones catching pussy monsters so you can fuck them, talk to them, trade them, and then pretend the “Hunter Society” plot makes it all classy. It doesn’t. It’s like Pokémon if Nintendo had a mental breakdown and decided every capture needs a blowjob scene. One second you’re wandering around a new area thinking “ok, just gonna see what’s here,” next second the screen cuts to a sexcard with a moaning catgirl creature and your mouse is already moving before your brain catches up. The game knows exactly why you’re here and keeps winking at you with that dumb humor, like it’s in on the joke that you’re cooming to something called “Pussymon” and still taking the “story” seriously.

The whole thing runs on this loop where you poke around a map, bump into another Pussymon, unlock a new sex animation, then move on like a horny hiker doing a perv safari. It’s not deep, it pretends to be an RPG, but half the time you’re just checking your collection like “ok which one did I already cream on, which one still only has the clean version,” and somehow that becomes addictive. I legit spent like 20 minutes stuck in the same damn area because I thought there was some secret Pussymon hidden somewhere, then realized I just missed a dialogue trigger because I was skipping text to get back to the next card. The humor swings from dumb puns to horny shitposts, some lines feel like the dev wrote them on the bus on a cracked phone screen. Sometimes it hits, sometimes you just stare and go “bro… what,” then click anyway. The Pussymon Hunter Society stuff tries to make it look like a bigger world with rules and factions and whatever, but then the next scene is a fluffy thing riding your dick like a pogo stick, so yeah, lore, sure. I opened it in one tab, Spotify in another, and completely lost track of time just doing tiny loops of “new area, new girl, new cum version” like a degenerate hamster on a wheel.

If I had to give it an award, it’d be “Most Horny Abuse Of Nostalgia” because the whole experience pokes at your brain like “hey remember monster collecting games from childhood” and then slaps a pair of tits and a cumshot on it. The animations are janky in some spots and then suddenly too good in others, like the artist leveled up halfway and never went back to fix the old stuff, which weirdly makes it hotter because it feels dirty and handmade, not some polished corporate hentai product. And the audio, holy shit, half the moans sound like they were recorded in a bathroom with a cheap mic, but I still left the sound on like an idiot. There’s this one moment where you finally track down a Pussymon you’ve been missing from your set, and when you get the sexcard it’s not even your fetish, but your brain goes “collection must be complete” and you still watch the full clean and cum version like some horny archivist. At one point I caught myself reading the dialogue about hunter rankings like it mattered, right after watching a furry plant thing squirt on loop. It’s messy, kinda cringe, low key funny, weirdly cozy, extremely horny and I hate how much I enjoyed filling that damn gallery.