Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 103 & 104

Chapter 103: Until a Princess Knight is Born in Another World (3)

“…I want to die.”

The scene returns to the coffeehouse table.

Kris, the gallant female knight, slumped forward, her voice crawling out in a pitiful murmur.

For someone as dignified and strong as her to utter such words, anyone would be alarmed.

But right now…

“Here’s my take! The skirt should be daringly short—enough to show off those thighs!”

“My, what bold taste, Lily-san! You’ve got flair. But this circlet feels a tad too stern, don’t you think? Perhaps something more elegant?”

“U-um, I think it’s impractical to begin with! I’m a knight, so shouldn’t we prioritize functionality a bit more…?”

“…Since Onee-chan’s the one wearing it, I’d really prefer we avoid anything too extreme…”

For an hour, the table—strewn with a mountain of sketches—buzzed with heated debate.

Spread before them were Lily’s designs for “My Ultimate Princess Knight.” If her art had been amateurish, the scene might’ve been endearing.

But Lily Klein’s brushwork was professional-grade. Her terrifyingly detailed drawings showcased embarrassingly frilly, chuunibyou designs in all their glory.

The moment she proudly unveiled them, the light vanished from Kris’s eyes.

(Whatever happens, happens…)

The knight was unraveling.

On one side, the Lily-Vera alliance championed romantic idealism above all. On the other, the Irene-Regina coalition pleaded for the sensibility of a standard knight’s attire. The clash raged on.

Meanwhile, Luwi, the sage of the Dark Continent, munched on snacks at her own pace. A true sage knows to steer clear of danger.

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(Hmm… Regina’s opposition is unexpected.)

Lily Klein pondered as she argued.

When Yuri told her about the enchanting concept of a princess knight, she’d rallied Regina for a strategy meeting to make it reality.

Then, like a duck waddling in with green onions on its back, Kris had come seeking advice about princess knights. It was fate, Lily was certain.

Regina had heard the same tale from Yuri, so it seemed perfect! Or so Lily thought.

“The breastplate needs to cover the abdomen fully, or the defense will be compromised.”

A blunt rejection of Lily’s bikini-armor proposal.

It was painfully logical.

Regina, a grounded merchant, wasn’t one for reckless romantic designs. This was a major miscalculation on Lily’s part.

(But something feels off. She’s the one who crafted that scandalous lingerie.)

The lingerie Vera wore—barely concealing anything, with nipples and slit fully exposed—was a radical design. Vera had conceived it, but Regina had sewn it.

So what was the difference between that lingerie and a princess knight’s dress?

Lily mulled it over, and then—ping!—inspiration struck. Struck hard.

“If we’re talking about battlefield use, mobility is just as crucial as defense—”

“Exactly, my lovely lady! That’s where we went wrong!”

Lily declared with a smug, confident grin, her next words dripping with devilish allure.

“Battlefield use, yes. But not every battlefield is filled with swords and arrows.

A princess knight stands on… the battlefield of love, the maiden’s war!

Her dress is her weapon, a battle outfit to slay men’s hearts!”

Luwi faceplanted onto the table. Lily’s unhinged logic sometimes soared beyond even a sage’s comprehension.

“I-I suppose… if you put it that way, Lily-san’s idea has some merit…”

“Eh?! Regina-san, you’re giving in there?!”

“Yuusha-sama did beg to see a princess knight, after all…”

Regina was a girl with high charm stats. When it came to her lover’s wishes, she couldn’t help but comply.

And if it was about a girl’s battle outfit, the stakes changed. Just as a wedding dress isn’t judged for practicality, romance was justice.

Irene, who’d been shielding her sister from garish designs, found herself outnumbered.

The final blow came from Luwi’s offhand remark.

“Why not just slap some defensive enchantments on it? A single bracelet on a naked body could block attacks with magic.”

If only it were that simple!

But for Sage Luwi, it was that simple.

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A week later.

“Wow, Lily’s really a rich ojō-sama, huh?”

Summoned by Lily, Yuri arrived at the Klein family’s countryside villa.

Completely ignoring his own status, he marveled at the sprawling estate. Truth be told, he still hadn’t internalized that the detached palace was “his.”

Strolling through the walled garden toward the villa’s entrance, he noticed the door creak open—slowly, almost hesitantly. A glimpse of red hair peeked out.

(…Huh? Irene? Or maybe…)

No way, he thought.

“Yuri-dono, is that you…? I’m sorry, I can’t come out… Could you come inside as is?”

“Eh?! Kris-san?! What’s going on, why’re you here?”

“L-Lily-dono’s entirely to blame…! J-just come in, please!”

Urged by a visibly flustered Kris, Yuri pushed the door open—and froze, speechless.

“D-don’t look…! Argh, not so intently…!”

There stood Kris.

A silver circlet adorned her red hair. A dress bared her shoulders boldly. Armor protected only her arms and knees, for some reason.

The miniskirt left her thighs fully exposed, with frilly parts fanning out to avoid her legs.

It was, without a doubt, a flawless princess knight look, fit to be paraded anywhere.

“…Incredible… a princess knight… a real one…! They do exist in this world…!”

Yuri was so moved, he nearly wept.

Kris, meanwhile, was on the verge of tears from sheer embarrassment.

Frills and lace adorned every inch, accented with crimson lines. Frankly, it was a cocktail of chuunibyou and girlish whimsy—unfiltered.

“Ugh, just kill me…!”

Kris’s transformation into a princess knight was utterly perfect.

Chapter 104: The Princess Knight’s Instant Fall (Part 1)

“Kuh, k-kill me…! It’s… perfect…!”

Her face as red as an apple, Kris squeezed out, “Ugh, just kill me…!”

Before such a princess knight, Yuri could only tremble with awe. He was utterly smitten.

“Yuri-dono, is… is this really the kind of thing you like…?”

Yuri nodded vigorously, his enthusiasm for his adoration leaving no room for doubt.

At his almost comically delighted expression, Kris couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.

“I’ve thought this for a while, but you’re an honest one, Yuri-dono.”

“Haha… I get that a lot…”

“Your face just now told me exactly how people say it… but, well, I… I find it endearing. Being truthful is a good thing.”

“R-really? Ehehe.”

Scratching the back of his head bashfully, Yuri grinned sloppily.

To Kris, it felt like she’d gained a troublesome little brother.

“But seriously, this outfit is so embarrassing… They said it’s supposed to embody both princess and knight, but this? I’d rather wear an ill-fitting dress than this.”

“Hmm, I’d love to see Kris-san in a dress, though.”

“Haha, you don’t sound like you’re just flattering me… but someone as rough as me? A dress wouldn’t suit me. I’d only make a fool of myself.”

“No way! If Kris-san wore a dress, the whole social scene would lose it.”

“What, a girl in a dress swinging a sword in the courtyard?”

She chuckled, tossing out the joke. As they talked, Kris felt her tension and embarrassment melt away.

That’s right. This man was genuinely without pretense.

No need to force herself to be stiff or proper—just being natural was enough.

“Sounds cool, sword practice in a dress. Eremia was doing shadowboxing in one once.”

“That’s… kind of hard to respond to…”

Well, being too natural might require some reconsideration.

The savior’s heroic party was, as always, unflinchingly themselves, no matter the time or place.

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Now, this whole thing had started with Lily’s summons, but—predictably—she was nowhere to be seen.

It was painfully obvious she’d meddled with some misguided sense of tact.

“Man, that Lily, what a handful… Oh, wait, did she say anything to you, Kris-san?”

“Ah, yes. She said since we’re here, we should enjoy the villa.”

“…Enjoy the villa, huh.”

“She also said something strange—called this a battle outfit and told me to ‘go for the goal’ or some such. Lily-dono says odd things sometimes.”

“Ohhh, I have no idea what she’s talking about.”

Yuri tried to dodge with broken speech.

“Hmph. Just kidding. I’m not a child. I know what Lily-dono was getting at.”

But the hero couldn’t escape.

No sooner had she spoken than Kris grabbed Yuri’s hand firmly. With purposeful strides, she dragged him down the corridor toward a room deeper inside.

“K-Kris-san…?”

“Laugh if you want. Apparently, Lily-dono thought we’d ‘reach the goal’ here.”

“~~~?!”

Beyond the opened door lay a lavish bedroom. A canopy bed fit for a princess.

And, as if on cue, the pristine white sheets were scattered with rose petals.

“When it’s laid out like this, you can’t help but laugh. Everyone, for some reason, keeps pushing me forward. But I’m a rough woman who’s forsaken femininity.

Even if I’m dressed in this frilly nonsense and presented with a fairy-tale bed, the real me is still this. Any man would be at a loss with someone like me…”

“At a loss, huh? For real.”

Thud.

Yuri silenced Kris’s rambling with a wall-slam.

Frankly, his restraint was wearing thin. Here was a stunning, gallant woman appealing to him in a princess knight dress.

Holding back didn’t seem remotely possible.

“Y-Yuri-dono…? Could it be, you actually… want to touch a woman like me?”

Her eyes shimmered with anticipation as she gazed up at him.

Something in Yuri’s mind snapped with a pop.

“If you don’t want this, push me away.”

“Ah, nnh…”

Grasping her gauntlet-clad hand, he claimed her lips with a kiss.

The female knight didn’t resist. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes dreamily, their lips locked.

“Kris-san, you’re just too beautiful.”

“Nnh… You really mean that… I-I’m, well, troubled. When you look at me like that, I… I…”

I can’t refuse, she murmured, her voice barely audible.

At those words, Yuri lifted Kris’s body.

A princess carry, befitting a princess knight.

Their destination: the opulent canopy bed. The final milestone of a man and woman’s connection.

“Is this okay, Kris-san?”

“…Yes.”

With an unusually serious expression, Yuri asked that question. Her heart fluttered at his gaze, and Kris nodded unconsciously.