Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~

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Chapter 113: What Follows a Happy Ending

“Right here’s the clincher!”

“Nghaa! I lost!”

In the languid afternoon at the detached palace, Lunaria and Yuri clashed over a board game.

It resembled chess, but for now, the win rate heavily favored Lunaria.

“Hey, Yuri-sama. Looks like I’m winning today… What should I ask for this time, hmm? ♪”

“Tch… Bring it on, anything goes!”

The game had become a tradition since Yuri’s summoning.

Board games, sugoroku, dice—any contest where the winner could make a “request” of the loser.

At first, it was Yuri’s personal trivia (like his type of girl) on the line, but lately, the stakes had grown delightfully decadent.

“Last time I won… hehe, that night was magical, wasn’t it, Yuri-sama? ♡”

“If you’re bringing that up, I won the time before! That night… wait, huh?”

Last time, Lunaria’s request was, “Love me on the bed until I melt! ♪” The time before, Yuri demanded, “You’ll do everything I say in bed!”

(Wait. Aren’t both outcomes… kinda the same…?)

The truth of the game dawned on Yuri, but he quickly shoved it to the back of his mind.

Because, honestly, today wasn’t the time for games.

The moment had finally, inevitably arrived.

He had to face responsibility…!

“Hey, Lunaria. I’ve got something serious to talk about.”

“Oh? That’s rare. What’s with the formality?”

“…We’re engaged, right?”

“Yep, we are.”

A shy smile bloomed as the princess met his gaze with unwavering warmth.

That joyful expression steeled even Yuri’s resolve.

His throat dry, trembling like a nervous wreck, he spoke the line of a lifetime—maybe not once in a lifetime, but certainly once for each partner.

“When should we have the wedding?”

He said it!

Yuri felt triumphant, but a mere half-second later, the reply came:

“How about tomorrow?”

An instant answer.

Lunaria, mastermind of the honey trap encirclement, was on a different level from the NEET hero.

“…Hweh?”

Mouth agape, Yuri froze. Weren’t girls supposed to dream of June brides or fuss over dates? He’d heard wedding prep took tons of effort… His brain stalled.

Not just Yuri—the maid brewing tea nearby froze too.

“W-Wangō-sama?! T-that’s far too soon…!”

Sweating profusely, she scrambled to intervene.

Lunaria, like a kid whose prank landed perfectly, giggled mischievously.

“Oh, just a little joke. Don’t take it seriously. But, you know, the sooner, the better, I think. If we take too long… well, my dress might not fit anymore, right? ♡”

She didn’t say the cause, but the cause was obvious.

Do the deed, get the deed done. Nature’s law.

Yuri had never been more grateful for Mutras-sama. A bottebara wedding was a no-go.

“Oh, but let’s talk to Otou-sama tomorrow! ♪”

“Absolutely!”

A request from his future bride? No way he could refuse.

The next day, Yuri headed to the royal palace.

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““A wedding…?””

Morning at the palace, and Yuri, dragged in like livestock, faced a stunned king and prime minister.

Their minds replayed the litany of hardships they’d endured.

Endless reports of fortresses falling, enemy leaders vanquished—Yuusha-sama news coming in rapid-fire.

At first, they’d cheered wholeheartedly, but the relentless pace soon sparked dread: How do we reward this…?

Feeling ungrateful for questioning aid was a guilt they could only maintain for the first month.

“The hero who saved our kingdom deserves a grand reward!”

Pressure from other nations.

The sudden addition of untouchable allies—Undead Queen, Demon King, Dragon King.

While scrambling to keep up, the Evil God’s apostles fell one after another.

Clerks wailed, “Yuusha-sama’s conquests are too fast!” Even the king thought, Isn’t this a bit much?

But those struggles were over…!

A wedding following their engagement. The kingdom, now Yuusha-sama’s family!

““We won…!!””

Fists raised to the sky, the two struck victory poses.

“Honestly, Otou-sama…”

Lunaria sighed in exasperation, while Yuri gaped.

“Ahem, my apologies for the unseemly display. This king was so moved, I lost myself…

Now, the wedding. Shall we set it for next week?”

“Too fast!”

Yuri couldn’t help but blurt out.

Be it princess or king, why were they all gunning for a speed-run wedding?

“With all due respect, Majesty, this is Yuusha-sama and Lunaria-dono’s wedding. We must send invitations to other nations and make it as grand as possible for the kingdom’s prestige.”

“Ugh, true. I got carried away, thinking this would settle things…”

“We understand your feelings, but please restrain yourself.”

Saisō, great job!

Yuri cheered internally, but the ominous words—“invitations to nations,” “as grand as possible”—sent shivers down his spine.

Of course, she was a kingdom’s princess. The wedding would befit her status.

Standing at the center of it all… his legs were trembling…!

“Oh, if possible, I’d love to invite Okaa-sama to the ceremony…”

“Eh, your mom…!?”

Yuri, quaking like a newborn fawn, jolted at Lunaria’s murmured words.

Despite his time since summoning, he’d never met Lunaria’s mother. He’d assumed, reading the room, it was that kind of situation.

But her tone… was she alive?

“Oh, right, you haven’t met, Yuri-sama. Okaa-sama loves scholarship but is super wild. About a year ago, she declared, ‘Throw away the books, leave the kingdom!’ and went off traveling. Haven’t seen her since.”

“S-so free-spirited…”

Is that okay for a queen?

Glancing at the throne, Yuri saw the king clutching his head, while Saisō stared into the distance.

“My wife… when she’s passionate, she loses sight of everything else…”

“Her Majesty is a remarkably free-spirited woman.”

Somehow.

Just somehow, Yuri couldn’t shake the feeling that the queen was cut from the same cloth as his comrades.

It felt rude to imagine Lunaria’s mother—his future mother-in-law—like that.

But his gut told him he was onto something…!

“Uh, should I go look for her? Hop on Agamemnon, and I can fly anywhere fast.”

“N-no, we couldn’t possibly trouble Yuusha-sama that much…!”

“But it’s not someone else’s problem anymore…”

“Ehehe, that’s right… We’re going to be husband and wife… ♡”

Beaming, the princess grabbed his arm. Her splendid chest pressed against him, sending Yuri into a panic.

“L-Lunaria, not now! The king’s watching…!”

“Hoho, no, no, young love is a fine thing! Perhaps I’ll see my grandchildren soon?”

Can’t say it. Can’t admit Mutras-sama’s kindness is delaying that. Absolutely can’t…!

Yuri clammed up.

But the chest felt amazing.

“Well, my wife does send letters occasionally. Though she moves on quickly… Her last one said she was on Rasil Island.”

“Rasil Island?”

“Yes. An island in the northern seas, home to the elves.”

“Elves.”

Yuri parroted, unable to help himself.

Elves.

Elves existed in this world…!

“I’m going! I’ll find her! I’ll bring Lunaria’s mom back, no matter what!”

And see some elves!

The hero’s desires were laid bare.

“Yuri-sama…! I’m so happy! Let’s make it a lively ceremony with everyone! ♡”

“To care so much for my wife… Very well, I entrust this to you, Yuusha-sama. A mother should be at her daughter’s grand moment.”

Their pure gratitude stabbed at his conscience, but that was beside the point.

Of course, he wanted to find Lunaria’s mother. And along the way, catch a glimpse of elven ears.

Good intentions and desires could coexist…!

With renewed resolve, the hero prepared. It was time for an overseas adventure.

Chapter 114: Book Release Special: The Princess Learns Naughty Things (Part 1)

Note: This takes place shortly after Reza joins the harem.

“Wow… so this was inside me. Up close, it’s kind of a scary shape.”

“Y-yes… sorry for showing you something so crude…!”

“Hehe, what’s with that formal tone, Yuri-sama? Sure, it might not be pretty, but it’s an important part, you know?”

“Oof…”

In the bedroom of the detached palace, bathed in sultry lighting, a hero bared his manhood, scrutinized intently by a princess.

Yuri stood fully nude, while Lunaria wore only delicate lingerie. To any onlooker, a nocturnal skirmish was mere moments away.

“Whoa, it’s getting bigger…! ♪ Hehe, kinda cute, actually. Chu, chu! ♡”

“L-Lunaria, no, not there…!”

The king’s only daughter, a noble princess, wrapped her pale fingers around the grotesque shaft, stroking it up and down.

Not content with that, she peppered the swollen tip with kisses, like a bird pecking at a treat.

(Tch, this is bad…! I’m doing something really wrong…!)

Yuri panicked.

True, he and Lunaria had shared countless nights of passion.

He’d done it raw, knowing it was reckless, and finished inside, thinking his life was over.

But even so.

Letting a princess lick that? It crossed a line…!

“Nnh, a bitter juice came out. Feels good? How’s my mouth, hm? Hamu hamu.”

“O-ohh! That spot’s too much… ngh!”

Where had she learned such tricks?

Her tongue swirled like she was savoring candy, teasing the slit. She lapped up the leaking precum with eager pero-pero licks.

All the while, her slender fingers stroked the shaft, massaging with exquisite care.

“Pwah, wow, it’s rock-hard! ♪ Look, the veins are pulsing…”

Gazing gleefully at the towering member, she—unbelievably—began rubbing it against her cheek. The soft touch of her face sent waves of pleasure through Yuri.

“What about these down here?”

“W-wait! You don’t need to touch those… muha!”

The sac dangling at the base.

Her delicate fingers reached for it, gently cradling the weight as if testing its heft.

“Hey, Yuri-sama. Reza-san told me men’s seed is made here, right?”

“Y-yeah, but…! It’s, uh, a sensitive spot…”

“I know, so I’ll be gentle. Hamu, mchu.”

“~~~?!”

Her noble lips latched onto the sac.

Soothed by her tender mouth, the seed factory kicked into overdrive, churning out thick, gene-packed essence for a royal heir.

“Hehe, go, go! ♡ Let’s make a baby together! Chu!”

“Y-yikes!”

A beauty rivaling top idols kissed his groin cutely. The sight nearly pushed Yuri to burst, but he clenched his teeth, holding back.

His rigid length twitched wildly, smacking the princess’s face with soft pechi-pechi taps.

Lunaria blinked, staring at the painfully swollen member.

“Oh… are you about to…?”

“Y-yeah…”

“I see… it feels good, doesn’t it, Yuri-sama?”

Her smile was soft, warm, brimming with maternal tenderness. Were it not pressed against a man’s flesh, it could’ve been mistaken for a saint’s.

“Hehe.”

A pure maiden’s smile.

She slid off her lingerie, lifting a leg to slip out of white panties.

Bare as the day she was born, she revealed everything to the man before her, settling onto the bed with a soft posu.

Legs spread in a diamond, hands tracing her inner thighs. The pose alone was far too lascivious, too blatant for a princess, yet…

“Just a bit more effort, okay? If you want to feel good, it’s right here.”

Kupaa.

Her pink, tender folds parted.

A sight permitted to one man alone in this world—the savior hero—the princess’s most intimate place.

The sacred passage for royal heirs.

“Lunaria…!”

The devastating beauty stole his breath.

The reality that even an angelic girl bore such a raw, vivid core. The primal thrill of knowing he’d bury himself in that place, sending his essence deep.

His mind went blank.

His near-bursting length stood tall, aimed, and—with a zupuri—plunged in.

“Ahn, nnh! Fuu, Yuri-sama…! ♡”

“I’ll make you feel good, Lunaria…!”

Pushing in. Thrusting deep. With wet zubu-zubu, nuchu-nuchu sounds, he parted her flesh, driving his organ to the cradle of new life.

The shameful act of planting his seed in a peerless beauty of noble blood.

A simple, rough rhythm meant solely for a man’s pleasure.

“It’s okay, Yuri-sama, keep going! ♡ Fill me up inside! ♪”

Her ash-blonde hair fanned across the sheets, arms embracing the man above her, whispering sweetly. The ensnared boy thrust with desperate pako-pako, rubbing himself fervently against her.

No matter how much he ground, her sweet depths never diminished.

If anything, the more he rubbed, the hotter and slicker they grew, her plush folds clinging to his shaft.

Beneath his chest, her ripe, youthful breasts pressed soft and warm.

Their skin, fused tightly, was smooth and dewy, a comfort he could touch forever.

Her slender legs wrapped around his waist, drawing them even closer.

“Ehe, such a hard worker, Yuri-sama! ♡ Go on, let yourself feel good!”

A daishuki hold aimed for conception.

No escape for his hips now—just pressing into her lower belly, destined to propagate.

Enveloped in her enchanting scent, Yuri reached his limit.

“Uah, I’m coming…!”

“Nnh…! ♡ Aha, so much seed, gushing out! ♪”

His length, already on the edge, couldn’t hold back.