Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 111 & 112

Chapter 111: The Gift of the Goddess

In the temple of Goddess Mutras, built near the royal capital, Yuri found himself once again, led by the saintess.

The last visit had been… memorable. Meeting Beatrice, and within minutes, tumbling into an intimate encounter in this very place.

What kind of reception awaited him now?

“Well, well, Yuusha-sama. Are you properly tending to our saintess?”

A sly grin spread across Priestess Lena’s face as she slid a finger through a ring made with her other hand, mimicking a crude gesture.

Lena was in top form from the start.

The gathered shrine maidens joined in, thrusting their thumbs between index and middle fingers, signaling a bold “Are you doing it?” with gusto.

“…Hey, can I just go home?”

Barely stepping inside, Yuri already yearned for escape.

But there was a solid reason for coming to this chaotic place.

“No, you mustn’t! There’s an oracle from Mutras-sama. To the Sanctum Sanctorum, Yuusha-sama!”

“Guh… fine, I understand…”

Beatrice tugged his arm, and Yuri trudged along reluctantly. At heart, he could never refuse a girl’s request.

Besides, that arm was enveloped by her ample, heavenly chest—a blissful sensation no man could shake off.

“The Sanctum Sanctorum’s Love Nest is fully prepared. Come, come, enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content!”

“Are you really a priestess?!”

“How odd you say that. I heard you two would receive an oracle here, so I prepared the space and ensured ample time. Is there anything improper in that?

Sure, you’re young. Things might… happen in the heat of the moment, but that’s beyond my knowledge!”

Lena, brimming with confidence, insisted her preparations were purely for sacred rites. What a character.

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And so, the two arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum.

As ever, the room was strikingly vulgar. A heart-shaped bed straight out of a love hotel, pillows emblazoned with “YES” and nothing else.

Yet, even in such a place, Beatrice’s ethereal aura never wavered.

Clad in white vestments, she straightened her posture, gently closing her eyes.

In that moment, a solemn air enveloped the space.

“We shall begin the Oracle Rite, its highest form: the Descent of the Divine.”

The instant she spoke, Yuri felt the room’s atmosphere shift, as if the air itself had changed.

“T-this is…”

A sensation as though this place had been cut off from the world, transported elsewhere.

Something was happening. Before Yuri’s eyes, Beatrice opened hers.

In them shone a light he’d never seen.

Her words were no longer hers alone. They carried the voice of a goddess.

“…Do you hear me, Hero Yuri? I am Mutras, one of this world’s deities, guardian of the saintess.”

“Uh, um… n-nice to meet you! I’m Yuri! Holy crap, I’m in a goddess event!”

“…You truly are an odd one… sigh…”

The savior hero, earning a goddess’s sigh right off the bat.

As unpolished as ever.

“I called you here for a reason. Hero… you did well to defeat the Evil God.”

“Aw, it wasn’t just me.”

“Indeed. Yet I know you stood at the heart of it all.”

Being praised face-to-face was embarrassing. Even a carefree guy like Yuri couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased by a goddess’s words… but then…

“And I saw exactly what you did to Beatrice! C-couldn’t you at least consider time and place?!”

“Oof…”

Yuri winced, struck where it hurt. Getting frisky in the Sanctum Sanctorum was, indeed, a bad call…!

“That was, uh, you see… this room’s vibe is totally to blame!”

Full-on deflection.

Mutras, with a dubious look, glanced around—

“Kyaaa!”

A scream.

“H-Hero…! I-I did intend to grant you a reward…! B-but, but still! To think you’d desire me as your prize…! S-such audacity…!”

“Misunderstanding! Total misunderstanding! I mean, your followers set this room up, didn’t they?!”

“I told them to prepare properly! I never said to make it this kind of place for a goddess’s descent!”

“…I hate to say it, but maybe your doctrine needs a review…”

“I value my followers’ autonomy…”

An awkward silence hung between them.

The Mutras faith had some serious issues.

“Ahem… Anyway. Once more, Hero Yuri. On behalf of the gods, I, Mutras, shall grant you a reward.

You achieved the great deed of vanquishing the Evil God. I-I’d be troubled if you asked for me, but… I’ll do my utmost…!”

“I’m not that guy! Uh, something I want, something I want…”

Yuri crossed his arms, deep in thought.

His old world? No need to go back.

Money? Asking for cash after saving the world feels tacky.

Girls? Engagements. Polygamy. Responsibilities…!

“Hmm, something I want… I might not have anything… Maybe a barrel of ale?”

“If I settled the savior’s reward with a barrel of ale, I’d be ostracized in the heavens.”

Mutras said it with a dead-serious face. What was with this hero?

“…Then let’s put the reward on hold.

As a personal gesture, I’ll give you a gift. I know well what you need.”

“Really?”

Skeptical, Yuri raised an eyebrow. Mutras, with a hint of smugness, declared:

“I grant you the Miracle of the Love Goddess, ‘Moratorium.’”

“…No way, that…!”

“Indeed. A miracle to delay ‘taking responsibility.’”

“Awesome!”

Yuri struck a triumphant pose.

Living a daily creampie roulette, he’d just been handed a way to buy time…!

Getting asked for babies was thrilling, but it felt a tad too soon.

“Amazing, as expected of a goddess! H-how long does it last…?”

“I understand, Hero Yuri. Until preparations for your wedding with Princess Lunaria are complete, I’ll ensure it’s properly postponed.”

“…Hm? Wedding… preparations?”

“A royal princess bearing a child before the wedding would be unseemly. Prepare swiftly.

This magic can’t last too long. By now, it wouldn’t be surprising if five or six were already on the way.”

“Uh, Goddess-sama? Royal weddings don’t, like, take years to prepare… right? …Right…”

Mutras’s gaze turned to one reserved for garbage, and Yuri quickly toned down.

Mutras, Goddess of Love, held firm to her doctrine: men must take responsibility.

Chapter 112: The Gods’ Gifts (Failure)

The day after Mutras-sama’s oracle descended, in the wilderness of the Dark Continent, the four Troublemakers gathered, ready to kick off their usual drinking spree.

“Ugh, I had the weirdest dream last night… Anyone else get something like that?”

“Hm. I, too, have a suspicion.”

“Aye, I saw a strange dream meself.”

“I didn’t dream, but I’ve got a report.”

Unusually, all four opted to talk before diving into the wine.

Eremia went first.

“So, some ‘Underworld God’ showed up in my dream, yammering about a reward for beating the Evil God. I shouted, ‘Raise the status of the undead!’ He gave me the weirdest look.”

“…That’s, uh, a hard request to respond to.”

“Then he mumbled something about it being complicated, so I figured I’d threaten him with my fists. But that guy? Strong as heck! Like, mini-Evil God level!”

“In my opinion, your thought process isn’t far from a thug’s.”

“So I woke up. Total bust. Talk about missing out.”

The conversation turned violent right out of the gate, and Yuri clutched his head. Sure, they were on the same wavelength, but… this was just too much…!

“Next is me. A ‘God of Night’ appeared at my dream’s edge.”

“Huh. Sounds like he’s stepping on my guy’s toes.”

“…Let’s move past that. He asked what I wanted, so I poured my heart into my answer—I desire a sharp aesthetic to surpass Lily’s!”

The Demon King of the Dark Continent, for some reason, burned with rivalry against a chuunibyou vampire.

“Until now, I could coast. A half-hearted dark quip, a dramatic pose—that was enough!

But Lily’s different. She’s one, two steps ahead, charging toward new horizons. I must catch up to her!”

“…Lily’d probably be thrilled to have a kindred spirit. So, what’d the Night God say?”

“…He told me, ‘Reevaluate your life. Become a proper person.’ So I landed a full-force blow, and it turned into a brawl. I’m reflecting now.”

“Pfft! Proper person, he says! Night God’s got some gems!”

“Undead Queen, look in a mirror before you speak! I’m far more proper than you…!”

“A phrase comes to mind—comparing acorns’ heights…”

Yuri’s headache only deepened.

Two of them had already picked fights with gods. He made a mental note to apologize to Mutras-sama later.

And then there was Agamemnon.

“I saw the Dragon God in my dream. He offered a reward, so I asked for a fountain of free booze.”

“What?! Damn, I should’ve gone with that…!”

“What a brilliant idea…! Is this the wisdom of the Dragon King…?”

“…I can already guess how this ends.”

As the other two gaped in awe, Agamemnon let out a heavy sigh, his face etched with profound disappointment.

“Then the Dragon God, near tears, said, ‘Where’s the pride of the dragonkin? I’m worried about our future…’ No fountain for me.”

“What a cheapskate! Let’s raid him next time!”

“Hm. Tie him up and demand it—might have a shot.”

“No way! How much of a thug are we?!”

The savior’s party never wavered in their absurdity.

Having vanquished the Evil God, their character was… predictable.

“So, Yarichin, what dream did you have? Don’t tell me you pinned down a goddess or something.”

“Indeed, I was on edge myself. Surely you didn’t do anything shameful with a deity?”

“I didn’t! I’m better than you lot!

…It wasn’t a dream, though—it was an oracle. Mutras-sama gave me a gift… a ‘Moratorium’ until my wedding, so I can prepare without, uh… babies happening yet…”

The three exchanged weary looks.

As if to say, Can’t cope without a drink, they cracked open their wine.

“…Guess we weren’t the only ones worried about a bottebara wedding.”

“To think even gods fret over you, Yuri. You’re a big shot in the worst way…”

“See, just as I said. Take responsibility proper-like before it happens.”

“…Guh, gah…! I-I can’t argue…! Yeah, Mutras-sama was worried too! She scolded me to take responsibility! It was pure logic!”

Gulping down wine, the hero drowned his woes.

The time to pay the piper had come.