Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 119 & 120

Chapter 119: A Refreshing Morning at the Detached Palace

“Ahn… last night was wonderful as always, Yuusha-sama… ♡”

“Yuri, yesterday was intense. My legs are still trembling.”

Sunlight streamed brightly into the room, heralding a crisp morning.

In the detached palace’s bedroom, Yuri greeted the dawn in his usual, less-than-wholesome way.

“H-hey, you two, it’s morning already. Time to get up.”

“Nnh… just a little longer like this, please… I’m still basking in last night’s afterglow.”

“Me too. I want to stay close a bit more. It chases the loneliness away.”

Yuri sprawled at the center of the vast bed, sandwiched between Vera and Meia.

Both, naturally, were stark naked. Their soft, smooth skin rubbed against him.

As if that weren’t enough, their plump, quivering breasts pressed against a boy in the throes of morning vigor. Even Yuri, the savior hero with a (self-proclaimed) unbreakable spirit, had his limits.

And then, the final blow:

“Nn… good morning, Yuusha-sama. You’re awake already?”

The third figure, Beatrice, saintess of Mutras, stirred groggily.

Her breathtakingly ample chest swayed with a tapun, jolting his sleepy mind awake.

His morning enthusiasm surged to full alert.

“G-good morning, Beatrice… uh, nice morning, huh…”

“Yes! Let’s make today another great day!”

Sitting primly, fists clenched with determination, Beatrice was, conservatively speaking, an otherworldly beauty.

Her face radiated adorable, soothing charm, but below the neck? Utterly shiko-level sensuality.

A morning sight dangerously toxic to the eyes.

“Fwaa… oh, good morning, Yuusha-sama…”

The fourth, Nicolette the maid, roused at last. Weak in the mornings, she blinked drowsily, half-asleep.

The unguarded vulnerability of a waking girl sent Yuri’s morning vigor into overdrive.

With that, the entire crew from last night’s nocturnal athletics had risen. Yuri slapped his cheeks, ready to stand—

“Hamun, mchu, chupa-chupa…”

“Vera, hold on—!”

The noble ojō-sama latched onto him like a suction cup, engulfing his eager soldier.

Despite last night’s exertions, his member, lavished by a highborn lady, sprang to life.

Swelling rock-hard, too big to contain, it was primed for battle.

“No, Vera, it’s morning…! Ah, ugh!”

Desperate to halt the noble lady’s brazen act, Yuri grabbed her head.

But shaking off a girl so devoted to her task? An act too cruel even for him. Instead, he gripped her in a headlock, thrusting himself forward.

“Hamu, juru, jururu!”

“Ohh!”

Dopudopu—a vigorous first press gushed forth, flooding Vera’s mouth.

Her throat bobbed with kokun, kokun, swallowing the noble dose. A stunning morning tableau.

“Pwah… hehe, quite spirited this morning, Yuusha-sama. Feeling refreshed now?”

“Y-yes… very refreshed…!”

Licking the lingering essence from her lips, her radiant smile drew a polite response.

A truly crisp, invigorating morning. And utterly decadent.

“Pardon me, everyone. I’ll go freshen up.”

“…I wanted the first press.”

Had she siphoned his vitality along with his seed? Vera’s glowing face sauntered off, Meia toddling after.

Both stark naked, they headed to the antechamber—a room stocked with clothes and cleansing showers, designed for certain needs.

The palace’s amenities excelled in… lower-body matters.

“A-alright, time for me to—”

“Muu…”

“Eh?”

Ready to rise, Yuri froze under the saintess’s gaze.

Puffing her cheeks cutely, Beatrice stared, clearly displeased.

“…Yuusha-sama. It’s unfair that Vera-sama gets all the attention.”

“Eeh?!”

“I-I want to be close with you too…!”

Crawling on all fours, she and Nicolette closed in. A second round was imminent—

Guuu.

Three stomachs growled in unison.

They’d spent the night in vigorous bed-bound sports—bouncing, swaying, a whirlwind of activity. Calories burned aplenty.

“How about breakfast first?”

Both nodded readily. At last, a truly refreshing morning seemed near.

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…Or so he thought.

“Fwaaa! ♪ Yuusha-sama, my head’s spinning… ♡ I’m soaring, ahn!”

“B-Beatrice, this is totally wrong…!”

“Yuusha-sama, after the saintess, it’s my turn… ♡”

On the bed, Beatrice, on all fours, clutched a cushion, her shameless cries echoing.

Her ample, child-bearing hips were pounded pan-pan from behind by Yuri.

Nicolette, embracing him from behind, pressed her chest against his back.

“T-this is way too unhealthy…! Ah, kuh!”

“Your lust is my responsibility to quell…! Haan, nnh!”

The trio had donned bathrobes, intent on a cozy breakfast.

Regrettably, Yuri mistook a vial of Naruk for water.

The aphrodisiac, effective on men too, sent his lower half into volcanic eruption.

Beatrice, aiming to douse the flames, returned to the bed, swaying her hips. Yuri pounced, Nicolette joined, and a blissful sandwich of hips and breasts was complete.

Caught in the middle, Yuri melted under their soft flesh. His member, nestled in the saintess’s pure love, felt divine.

“Hafu, hafuu, so good, this is so good…!”

Reduced to a fool, Yuri clashed his hips against her plush rear, lost in beastly fervor.

Pummeled by the stamina-freak hero, Beatrice moaned unrestrainedly. Gripping the cushion to near-tearing, she arched, writhing in ahn ahn ecstasy.

Her wanton display inflamed Nicolette, her nipples hardening, her core dampening—noticed by the sensitive Yuri, leaving no escape.

“This naughty rear’s getting a load of my seed!”

“Hyauun! ♪ Please, use my body to sate your desires… ♡”

An unbelievable gush, after last night’s five-way marathon.

Flooding her pristine core with dokudoku essence, his heat still raged.

“Yuusha-sama… ah, kyahn! ♡”

“Next is you, Nicolette!”

He pulled the naughty maid, rubbing her drenched core against him, into his embrace.

Tumbling to the bed, they entwined, plunging in with a zupuri. A breathless mating press followed.

In the end, Yuri’s refreshing morning arrived an hour later.

Chapter 120: Forbidden Touchy-Feely (Part 1)

They say a swan glides gracefully while paddling furiously beneath the surface.

Lunaria, princess of the kingdom, was no exception, secretly pouring effort into her own endeavors.

“Nn… I want to emphasize my chest a bit more.”

“H-Hime-sama…”

Before a grand mirror, the princess fretted and fussed.

The maids behind her scurried, presenting various dresses, debating this and that.

For most royals, the choice hinged on appearing elegant and beautiful.

For Lunaria, it was about “how much this’ll rile up Yuusha-sama.”

The maids found it… difficult to comment.

This was the royal palace, a gathering place for the kingdom’s noblest.

No way could they say, “This’ll definitely make Yuusha-sama hot and bothered!”—their lips would sooner split.

“That maid outfit was a huge hit. This time, I want a design that bares my shoulders completely.”

“Hime-sama, that’s a ball gown! Wearing such a dress in the daytime would seem improper…!”

“Hmm, but Yuusha-sama’s never been to a ball. I bet he won’t mind.”

The chosen dress was an off-shoulder number, generously revealing. Bare white shoulders and a plunging neckline to delight any man’s gaze.

By kingdom standards, it was strictly evening wear.

But this was the princess who’d staged a nighttime raid in a mock maid outfit. Unbound by tradition, her creativity was boundless!

“Alright, time to tease him a little! ♪”

A devilish grin curved her lips as she headed for the library’s adjacent salon.

It was snack time, the hour when Yuri read books and nibbled treats.

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“Ah, L-Lunaria! H-hey!”

“Fufu, what’s wrong, Yuri-sama? No need to be so stiff! ♪”

“I-I’m just, uh, kinda nervous…!”

Yuri, munching on snacks, turned jittery at the princess’s skin-baring arrival.

After all, just days ago, he’d shared his first intimate night with her. And now she appeared, flaunting her upper curves!

His gaze locked onto her chest, dignity as a savior hero nowhere in sight.

“Come on, we’re close enough that you don’t need to be nervous, right?”

“…Gulp.”

It was a kind of catchphrase for Lunaria.

They often played board games or cards, a casual bond.

Until a few days ago.

(Tch, this is bad… I-I’m reacting…!)

Vividly, Yuri’s mind replayed that night.

Lunaria, in a mock maid outfit, visiting his bedroom. Aphrodisiac-laced wine. A sweet, melting first time.

“Hmm, your face is still so tense! Come on, loosen up!”

“Oof!”

Giggling mischievously, Lunaria poked his cheek with a tsun-tsun.

“Lunaria, look… after that happened, I can’t help but be conscious of you…”

“Oh? Hehe, you’re conscious of me?”

“Of course! I’m super conscious, okay?!”

“I’m glad to hear that. So, Yuri-sama, you’re pretty curious about a girl’s body, huh?”

“I’m a guy my age, so yeah! Plus, you’re someone I’ve always been into!”

A bit self-destructive, Yuri blurted out his honest feelings.

“Someone I’ve always been into” hit Lunaria hard, deepening her smile.

Her body warmed, like she’d sipped wine, enveloped in a blissful glow.

“Then, wanna touch what you’ve been staring at?”

“Pfft! Cough, cough! What’re you saying, Lunaria?!”

Sipping tea to mask his fluster, Yuri choked spectacularly.

Busted. His chest-ogling was totally obvious…!

“I poked your cheek earlier, so we’re even, right?”

“That’s not how it works! B-but… is it really okay?”

“Of course! ♡”

Deliberately crossing her arms under her bust, she made it quiver with a purun.

Yuri swallowed hard, cautiously scanning the room.

If a maid caught them, he’d die of shame.

(Alright, no one’s here…!)

His trembling fingers inched toward her chest.

Munyun.

Incredibly soft, yet brimming with youthful firmness.

The taut breasts of a 16-year-old beauty. The raw sensation drew a “Hoo…” sigh from Yuri.

That first night, he’d kneaded them in a frenzy.

But touching them now, so deliberately—what a blissful feeling.

“So, how is it? My breasts aren’t weird, are they?”

“They’re obviously perfect!”

“You like them, huh? Good. Then, I’ve got a little suggestion.”

Beaming with joy, Lunaria’s smile carried a strange weight. Like an unspoken “You’re not escaping,” it sparked a vague sense of danger…!

But before those breasts, danger was powerless.

“Sounds good. What is it?”

Yuri nodded readily, only to be met with a devil’s temptation.

“I’m kinda curious about a boy’s body too. So, how about we touch each other?”

“Whoa—!”

Such a scandalous game was forbidden!

But he’d already agreed, so no backing out, right?

Justifying himself in seconds, Yuri gulped and fixed his gaze on Lunaria.

A beauty who’d dominate as an idol group’s center. Not just stunning, but elegant and regal as a princess.

To touch this and that with a girl like her…!

The savior hero brimmed with nothing but anticipation.