Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 115 & 116

Chapter 115: Commemorative Book Release: The Princess Learns Naughty Things (Part 2)

The clock rewinds to that afternoon.

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

Reza, the former courtesan, sweated buckets, her mouth twitching.

Before her stood Lunaria, diligently practicing fellatio on a banana, treating it as a stand-in for a man’s pride.

“Reza-san, how’s my tongue work? If there’s any trick to pleasing a man, I want to learn more.”

“Uh, w-well… if you, like, tease the tip with your tongue, it really drives them wild.”

“Like this? Or maybe this way?”

“Yes, just like that… Wow, you’re a quick learner, Hime-sama.”

“Hehe, thank you. But I bet it’s thanks to a great teacher. Is there any other super-effective technique?”

“…Forgive me for being blunt, but, um, the banana can’t mimic this part. At the base of a man’s rod, there’s a sac where his seed is made.

Licking that? They love it.”

“I see, the jewels.”

A lady of the highest nobility—nay, the kingdom’s most exalted princess—was being taught how to pleasure a man’s sac.

Reza’s stomach churned with dread.

(Gods, Bo-ya, what do I do with this?!)

She couldn’t help wanting to lash out.

Reza had only just arrived at the detached palace, brought by Yuri.

Switching from courtesan to “Yuusha-sama’s confidante” came with expected hardships.

A former courtesan entering the noble world? She braced for friction.

But none came, leaving her oddly deflated.

Just when she thought she was safe, this hit—a request to teach bedroom arts.

And from none other than Hime-sama herself!

Wasn’t her job supposed to be Yuusha-sama’s confidante? She wanted to cry.

Her student? Absurdly eager, soaking up naughty knowledge like a sponge.

“What about positions? Yuri-sama’s mostly into missionary. What positions do you use, Reza-san?”

“Well… I’m often on top, but… h-hey, Hime-sama, maybe don’t overdo it with the studying?”

“Hmm, but it’s Yuri-sama we’re talking about. I want to learn all sorts of things to keep him firmly mine!”

And so it went.

At the cost of Reza’s stomach lining, Lunaria mastered a dazzling array of nighttime techniques, putting them to devastating use.

She succeeded in thoroughly draining Yuri’s essence.

※

“Man, you shocked me, Lunaria. D-doing that out of nowhere…”

“Ehehe, felt good, didn’t it?”

Sweet pillow talk after the deed.

Lying side by side in bed, Yuri held the naked princess close, basking in noble repose.

In that elegant moment, he voiced a nagging question.

“Where’d you learn that stuff? I mean… licking my… my jewels like that…!”

“Haha, you’re so surprised! ♪ Reza-san taught me how to make a boy happy. ♡”

“Hweh.”

Yuri froze solid.

Of course—Reza, with her experience, was the perfect tutor for such arts.

But, like, wasn’t that morally super bad…?!

“I-is it okay for a princess to do that?!”

“Oh, come on, a princess is a girl too, you know? When the boy I love is surrounded by cute girls, I get a little jealous. Just a little.”

Puffing her cheeks cutely, she traced a “no” on his chest, flaunting her jealousy.

Shrewd. So shrewd.

Yuri fell for it hook, line, and sinker, petting her head, caressing her hips, eager to soothe his princess.

By the way, the one who surrounded Yuri with girls? None other than Lunaria herself. A master of setting the stage and reaping the rewards.

“Oh, Reza-san said when you do that, guys’ll agree to anything you ask.”

“T-that’s…! Of course I’d say yes…! What a devilish trick…!”

“Hehe, I’ve become a naughty girl! ♡”

Clinging to his body, pressing her plump bust against him, she purred in a saccharine voice.

A kingdom’s princess acting like a mistress. Reza’s bedroom lessons were frighteningly effective.

“Alright, what do you want? Right now, I’d agree to anything.”

“Hmm… then I’ll make my request! ♪ Um… I want you to make this big again. ♡”

“Eh…!”

Her slender, pale fingers wrapped around his fluid-slicked length. Unfazed by the mess, she stroked gently, coaxing it back to life with earnest effort.

“Hey, Yuri-sama, it’s okay, right? Give me your baby! ♪”

“T-that kind of request is even allowed…?”

No way he could resist.

His length swelled eagerly, and the princess’s eyes gleamed.

With catlike grace, she straddled him, her seductive hips lowering over his groin.

She meant to claim his stiffened prize with her core.

Even a savior hero, in this state, was a fish on the cutting board.

Helpless, he watched as his shaft slid in with wet zupu-zupu, nupu sounds.

Melted by one-sided pleasure, he surrendered to the act.

“Fwah, this is the kind that wrecks you…! I-it feels good, but…!”

“Ehehe, it’s okay to get wrecked, Yuri-sama! ♡ Come on, let’s feel so good together! ♪”

The princess nurtured his fresh erection with lascivious hip movements, a technique of varied rhythm taught by Reza.

His body responded eagerly.

Feeling him grow thicker, harder, fulfilling its purpose inside her, Lunaria sighed dreamily.

It felt good.

Making a man feel good was irresistibly thrilling.

Lunaria was blossoming into a natural man-slayer.

“Yay, it’s full of energy! I’ll keep moving, so let’s make a baby together! ♪”

“Ugh, this is definitely the feel-good kind…!”

Straddling her beloved’s hips, she bounced her rear up and down. Their membranes rubbed, sexes intertwined.

The blissful act of a man and woman creating the next generation.

“Haa, haa, nnh! Hehe, feels good, right, Yuri-sama? ♡ I’m getting addicted! ♪”

Thus, the princess mastered the allure of intimacy, growing ever more adept at claiming his seed.

Yuri’s future plans were firmly locked in place.

Chapter 116: Engagement Aftershocks: Clara’s Tale

Author’s Note: Izabel’s story sparked more varied reactions than expected, so we’re putting it on hold for now. My apologies for jumping the gun. Let’s reset with Clara’s turn.

The engagement of Yuri, the savior hero, to Lunaria, the kingdom’s princess, sent ripples through the detached palace.

Lunaria-sama’s declaration—“Everyone, follow our lead! (paraphrased)”—stirred a whirlwind of excitement.

Amid the chaos, Clara, the hero’s devoted maid, carried on as always. With her refined grace, she tended to Yuri’s needs—bringing meals, cleaning his room, performing her duties with unwavering diligence.

“I always feel bad about this.”

“Fufu, it’s my job. Besides, just knowing I’m helping Yuusha-sama fills me with joy.”

In Yuri’s room, under the soft afternoon light, Clara briskly tidied up, changing the bed’s sheets with a gentle smile.

A bittersweet, newlywed-like air lingered in the space.

Clara, as ever, wore her classic, no-frills maid outfit—a garment that perfectly accentuated her quiet elegance.

Yuri knew well what lay beneath. In the nighttime bedroom, under sultry lighting, her tantalizing figure emerged. Her full, quivering breasts. The neatly trimmed patch at her core, glistening with droplets of desire. With a tender smile, she’d trace her fingers, parting pink petals in a kupaa bloom…

(No, no, bad!)

Daydreaming of nocturnal passion in broad daylight, Yuri felt himself stir.

But ruminating on bedroom memories in her presence? Rude.

Even through her neatly pressed maid outfit, Clara’s alluring curves were unmistakable, tempting his gaze.

“Yuusha-sama… forgive my presumption, but… are you holding back?”

“Hweh?”

Yuri’s equipment was, well, notably sizable.

And when naughty thoughts made it swell…

“S-sorry!”

His eager tent pitched high, and he hunched forward to hide it—a shameful, dignity-free sight.

But Clara, with a smile brimming with compassion, glided to his side.

Kneeling between the legs of the sofa-bound hero, she reached for his trousers, undoing them with gentle care.

“No need to restrain yourself. Yuusha-sama need only command. I’ll devote every part of myself to your satisfaction.”

“I-I can’t just order something so high-handed… ah, nnh!”

Her delicate, fish-like fingers coiled around his shaft. With careful strokes, she caressed the veined length, beginning a steady shushu rhythm.

Caught off-guard by the sudden handiwork, Yuri was helpless.

“It’s practically bursting… to think you endured this long…”

“N-no, it’s not endurance, exactly… I just saw you, Clara, and…”

“…!”

Her cheeks flushed, her hand pausing for a heartbeat. Her eyes shimmered, a faint smile betraying her delight.

“Yuusha-sama… say such things, and I’ll want to give you my all.”

“Oof…”

Pakun.

Her pristine lips parted, enveloping his grotesque length.

The warm, intricate texture of her mouth enveloped him directly. Her tongue danced nimbly, teasing the slit, twining around the shaft.

Her cheeks hollowed with expert suction, a masterful display.

All performed with the serene grace of a refined maid.

“Clara, Clara…”

“Hamu, jupu, churu-churu… Yuusha, sama…”

Releasing him with a chupon, she gazed up, her face a study in longing. Her brows knitted, eyes misty with affection, yet her maid’s composure held firm.

Such devotion.

Yuri surrendered resistance.

As she resumed, fervently tending to him, he watched in blissful daze.

It felt like melting from the hips down.

Unable to hold back, he grasped her head, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

“! Fuu, nnh! ♡”

“S-so good, Clara, your mouth’s incredible…!”

“Pwah, I’m honored to serve, Yuusha-sama… ♡ Please, release all your pent-up desire into my mouth.”

“Ah, kuh, I’m coming!”

Her lips engulfed him to the base, drawing him in with lewd guppo-guppo sounds, determined to milk him dry.

Yuri couldn’t hold out.

Dopiyu, dopiyu, dopiyu—a torrent burst into her mouth.

Clinging to his hips, Clara accepted the musky flood without a grimace, her expression almost joyful.

Her pale throat bobbed with each gokuri, gokuri, swallowing the hot essence.

The sinful sight sent shivers through Yuri.

But it didn’t end there.

Draining the last drop, Clara released him with a chupon, closing her eyes dreamily.

“Nnh… fuu… koku, gokkun.”

“…!”

She savored the load in her mouth, swallowing it with tender care.

A sticky bead clung to her lips, starkly vivid, achingly erotic.

“C-Clara… you didn’t have to swallow it all…”

“It’s your precious seed, Yuusha-sama… I want to take it all into my body.”

With a smile like a blooming flower, Clara drew a handkerchief, shyly wiping her mouth.

The gesture was pure, as if a chaste maid were merely grooming herself.

No trace remained of the woman who’d just serviced a man’s desires with such brazen sounds.

“Thanks, Clara… that was amazing…”

“Fufu, I’m thrilled you enjoyed it. By the way, I heard from Reza-sama… that, after Lunaria-sama, you intend to marry me.

…Is that true?”

Her serious tone froze Yuri. Declaring multiple partners so boldly—was that a mistake?

“Uh, au… d-did that bother you…?”

“Bother me?! N-no, not at all! It’s just… for someone as lowly as me to be your wife, it would harm Yuusha-sama’s standing…!”

Yuri’s lips twisted. He adored Clara, but her self-deprecation was a habit he disliked.

Time to show her his resolve! Scooping her into a princess carry, he made his stand.

“Y-Yuusha, sama…?”

“I’ve said it before, but you shouldn’t talk like that. Besides, you’re already mine, Clara! I’m not letting you go!”

“Hyau?!”

Her chic maid outfit, buttoned to the collar.

He tugged the ribbon at her neckline, baring her pale nape, and lavished it with pero-pero licks—a fierce claim to mark her as his.

“I’ll take responsibility properly! We’ll build a happy family!”

“S-such…!”

Was he angry or smitten? Hard to tell.

To an outsider, it might look like a joke, but Clara and Yuri were dead serious. Her eyes widened, surrendering to his will.

As his hands deftly peeled away her clothes, she blushed, murmuring, “To be desired so passionately…” Clara was just as smitten.

“Clara, hamu, nnh, I love you! So much!”

“Yuusha-sama, so strong… ♡ I understand, hold me…! Ravage me, etch all of yourself into me!”

Her maid outfit and headband cast aside, her hair unbound, Clara became simply a woman.

Led by his hand, she dove onto the fresh sheets.

The bed creaked with gishi-gishi as they collided, entwining fiercely, their skin fusing in a dance of love.

Their happy family planning stretched until dusk.