Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 11: The Naughty Schemes of the Noble Ladies at the Soirée (Part 3)

Chapter 11: The Naughty Schemes of the Noble Ladies at the Soirée (Part 3)

“Fah, Hero-sama, you’re amazing…”

“…Oh man, I did it again…”

On the wide, luxurious bed, Vera lies sprawled, legs spread shamelessly, her core leaking dribbling semen.

The result of Yuri giving in to the noble lady’s seduction, aiming for his heroic bloodline, and unloading multiple times. It takes a few rounds for Yuri to hit sage mode. By the time clarity hits, it’s too late.

“…Alright. This was, uh, an unfortunate misunderstanding. I’ll grab a towel and a bucket of water. Yeah.”

Gazing at Vera, a lady too indecent to be seen, covered in fluids, Yuri thinks of cleanup. A shred of conscience.

Opening the door to the hallway—

““Eek!!””

“Nwah!?”

Two girls tumble into the room, as if they’d been eavesdropping. Both blushing furiously, it’s clear what they saw.

“Uh, um, this is, well…”

Awkward. Especially after being flattered as the savior of their lands or their families’ lives, to be caught like this.

“W-We were having a pajama party! Then, we heard, um, pained voices, so we just…”

“And… through the keyhole, we saw what you were doing…”

Yuri inhales deeply, letting out a long sigh. The girls flinch, thinking he’s exasperated.

“You two were at the soirée, right? What’re your names?”

“I-I’m Irene.”

“Emily, Savior Hero-sama…”

Irene, with glossy red hair, seems bright and lively.

Emily, with wavy black hair adorned with a flower crown, appears shy and reserved.

Opposites, but perhaps that’s why they get along.

Reconfirming their names, Yuri faces them and…

“So, let’s keep today a secret, yeah?”

A pathetically desperate cover-up attempt.

The two exchange glances, looking puzzled.

Then, red-haired Irene speaks up, resolute.

“But, Hero-sama, wasn’t this soirée held to choose your… bedmates?”

“…Huh?”

News to Yuri.

“Um, I-I don’t dare presume I could receive your favor… But Vera-sama said you might like budding flowers, so…”

Timid Emily stammers. Note: Emily is fourteen, Irene sixteen. In Yuri’s world, this would definitely be a crime.

“Haha, is that so… Wow, huh…”

“It’s okay, Hero-sama! We heard it’s all cleared with Princess Lunaria!”

“Guh!”

That princess foresaw this…!?

Yuri shudders. “If you plan to return, this world’s just a fleeting dream, right?” she’d said, setting up faits accomplis and methodically boxing him in. She’s no ordinary schemer.

…Though, to be fair, Yuri’s the one who dove into the trap and got buried.

Shaken but simple-minded, he calms down and looks at the girls again. As expected, they’re beauties, and his eyes wander.

In their pajama party attire—flimsy, lingerie-like sleepwear. Thin enough to reveal perky nipples.

Apparently, they don’t wear underwear to bed. Glancing lower, faint outlines of their bushes…

“Uh, sexy…”

Irene covers her chest with both hands. Emily jumps, turning away.

“S-Sorry, you both have such gorgeous bodies.”

“~~~!”

Irene blushes and looks down. Pure sexual harassment. Yuri scratches his cheek awkwardly, but the next words make his eyes widen.

“…So, Hero-sama, do you… want to embrace me too?”

“…Gulp.”

Savior Hero Yuri. A Japanese man who can’t say no.

※

“Ah, it’s going in!”

“Irene, Irene!”

Afterward.

Yuri wipes Vera’s body with a damp towel and moves her to another room.

Popping open Naruk, the three drink, hosting a pajama party on the bed. The chatter picks up, and in the heat of it, snap—Yuri claims Irene’s virginity.

“I gave my virginity to Hero-sama…”

“Was that okay? Did you hate it?”

“No… It’s embarrassing, but… I’m happy.”

Irene smiles shyly, her bright eyes glistening with tears.

Her adorable beauty overwhelms Yuri, and he thrusts eagerly. He kneads her still-developing D-cup breasts, savoring her sixteen-year-old youthful body.

“Ahn, Hero-sama, you’re incredible!”

“Your pussy’s amazing too…!”

A blushing sixteen-year-old maiden. Her tight, supple walls cling to his shaft, pure pleasure.

Her earnest charm, moving her hips despite the fresh loss of virginity to please him, contrasts with Vera’s carnivorous seduction. Irene’s a heartwarming girl to hold.

“Nn, chu, chu.”

“Fmu, haf… Hero-sama…”

Their kiss is clumsy, her tongue offered hesitantly. He claims it, swapping saliva. Pure, loving intimacy above, wet coupling below—a two-for-one delight.

“God, I’m gonna come!”

“Ah… It’s hot…”

He climaxes quickly, flooding her with spurts of seed. Irene locks her legs around him, a daisuki hold, accepting every drop.

“Nn… So much… Hero-sama, did it feel good?”

“Absolutely, it was the best.”

“Fufu, I’m glad…”

Irene blooms like a flower. Yuri’s heart swells at her cuteness. He strokes her red hair, showering her cheeks with chu, chu kisses.

※

“Phew…”

Pulling out with a slip, wiping himself with a towel, Yuri feels Emily’s gaze pierce him. Her wide eyes fix on his softened length.

“Uh, Emily? Something wrong?”

“…It looks smaller now. When you were… with Irene-sama, doing man-woman things, it seemed bigger.”

“Well, yeah, it shrinks after I come.”

“A man’s precious part… it grows and shrinks?”

Emily’s eyes widen in shock. Yuri feels like a criminal.

“So, um, how much do you know about men’s bodies?”

“Embarrassingly, my tutor said it’s too early for me…”

Yeah, definitely too early.

Yuri thinks so inwardly. Emily’s the picture of a sheltered noble. Wavy black hair with a flower crown, frilly pajamas with ribbons—perfect for her age.

The thin fabric reveals her delicate frame, almost fragile. Her chest is barely budding, maybe a B-cup. At fourteen, she could pass for thirteen—a dangerously young girl.

“It’s my first time seeing… a man’s…”

Dazed, as if entranced, Emily’s drawn to it.

Her delicate fingers wrap around his shaft.

“Foh, Emily!?”

“Ah, it’s… slippery…”

Unwiped semen stains her pristine fingers, sticky and slick. A sinful defilement, like tainting fresh snow.

The gooey fluid clings, stringy. Emily gazes at it curiously.

“Hero-sama, what is this…?”

“Uh, that’s semen. When a guy feels good, it comes out like spurt, spurt.”

“…Se-men…”

“You’ve heard of it?”

“Y-Yes… At soirées, I overheard. Someone said it’s seed. The seed men plant in women. This is it, isn’t it…”

Her feverish gaze on the semen makes Yuri’s loins stir again.

“Ah… It’s growing. It’s true.

Hero-sama, if you don’t mind… could you teach me about man-woman things too?”

A stunning beauty, even if young. Yuri can’t help but pin her to the bed.

“Kyaa!”

“Saying that, there’s no going back. You’ll stop being a maiden. Is that okay?”

“…Yes. If you’ll take me… No, only you, Hero-sama…”

※

“Here I go.”

“Yes…”

On the bed, a fully nude Emily lies beneath him. He’s caressed her thoroughly, her core slick, and they’ve drunk Naruk. It should be fine, he tells himself, but he’s understandably nervous.

Sensing this, Emily speaks to reassure him.

“It’s okay, Hero-sama. I had my first period last month… My body can bear children. So, please… make me a woman.”

Words too provocative for a fourteen-year-old.

Unable to hold back, Yuri presses his tip against her tiny slit, pushing to part it.

“Nah, kuu…”

Emily’s face twists in pain, but no tears fall.

Slowly, Yuri breaches her, parting her flesh. He hits a strong resistance and pauses.

“Emily, you did great. Can I take your purity?”

“Yes… Make me yours, Hero-sama.”

Creak, creak, creak.

The sound of her tight folds being forced open. A faint pop, and her maiden flower scatters.

“Nnh!!”

Eyes shut, Emily clings to Yuri’s neck, enduring the pain. Seeing her struggle, Yuri moves slowly.

“It’s in…”

He murmurs with deep emotion. He’s taught an innocent girl everything about intimacy—a mix of achievement and guilt.

“Oh… I gave my purity to Hero-sama…”

Tearing up but smiling happily, Emily’s head is stroked as Yuri moves gently, careful not to hurt her.

Her fourteen-year-old core is so tight, just being inside threatens to make him climax.

“Uah, so tight… Such grip.”

“Sorry, Hero-sama… It’s not very pleasurable, is it?”

“No, the opposite. It’s so tight, I might come right away.”

Yuri’s taken five virginities now, but this is the tightest. Fresh off her first period, indeed.

Even he, who’s carelessly finished inside every girl, hesitates here. A pregnant belly on her childlike frame would be no joke.

“I’m gonna pull out soon.”

“Eh? No, Hero-sama, don’t leave…”

Her slender arms wrap around his back, legs weakly entwining his waist, mimicking Irene’s hold. Tears in her big eyes plead, Don’t go.

“But… if it hits, you’ll get pregnant.”

“If it’s your baby, I want it. I’ll do my best to bear it. So, please…”

Give me your seed.

Whispered in his ear, Yuri’s resolve crumbles. No amount of effort can stop it—he spurts vigorously, flooding her tiny belly.

“Ah… It’s hot… Your hot semen…”

“Oh, crap, kuh, feels so good…! This is bad, but it’s so damn good!”

Scattering seed in a fourteen-year-old, Yuri trembles with forbidden pleasure.

From intimacy to reproduction, he’s given her a hands-on sex education, guiding a pure maiden up the adult stairs. How could it not feel incredible?

In short, Yuri forgets to pull out, emptying every last drop. An incorrigible man.