Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 12: Bonus: Evidence Cover-Up After the Feast (Failed)

Chapter 12: Bonus: Evidence Cover-Up After the Feast (Failed)

“This is bad.”

Sage mode strikes again. Having indulged with Vera, Irene, and Emily in rapid succession, Yuri finally starts thinking seriously about damage control. First, spill wine all over the sheets—definitely. Next, wake Vera, explain the situation, get her cooperation. Then…

He opens the door.

His eyes meet a group of pajama-clad noble ladies.

“““Hero-sama, we want to be your bedmates too!!”””

“Whoa, hold on—”

A rush of soft, beautiful bodies floods in. Their sweet fragrance envelops him. Kisses rain down—chu, chu.

Snap. Yuri’s thread of reason breaks easily. Tumbled onto the bed in a frenzy, pajamas fly off, the bed creaks, and girls moan ahn, ahn.

“Well, Hero-sama, you’re really full of energy.”

Vera, somehow revived, watches from a distance with a smug grin.

The sloppy orgy continues until dawn.

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“Nnh… Huh?”

The next morning… or rather, noon. Yuri wakes, puzzled by the soft, warm sensation under his hands.

Not just his hands—his legs, stomach, chest, his whole body feels soft and warm. Could it be…

“Hah!”

He jolts upright, greeted by cute kya squeals from all sides.

Yes. Yuri had been sleeping soundly, entwined with naked beauties.

The luxurious bedroom is a wreck. Elegant dresses litter the floor, underwear scatters everywhere, and the sheets bear multiple red stains.

The aftermath of an orgy that lasted until dawn.

The noble ladies gathered for the soirée, aged fourteen to seventeen, had all given him their firsts. Naturally, he didn’t pull out once. Even with Emily, the fourteen-year-old equivalent of a middle schooler, he went all in with a raw finish.

Despite her childlike frame, she showed a woman’s passion. Her pussy was so tight it was a struggle to move. The thrill of defiling her youthful body…

“No, no, no!”

He shakes his head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts. First, he needs to handle this situation. The soirée was like a hostess club from the start, and they lured him with Naruk. So, it’s fine. It should be fine… but the fact he finished inside them all doesn’t vanish.

All he can do is pray none of them “hit the mark.”

(What if I say the evil god’s remnant inside me went wild? Yeah, the evil god’s lust did it…)

As he escapes into fantasy excuses, a soft chu kiss lands on his cheek.

Golden hair glints in his peripheral vision—the mastermind, Vera, daughter of Duke Domina.

“Good morning, Yuri-sama. You seem… very refreshed.”

“Ah, wait—”

“Restraint is bad for your health. Come, let’s feel good…?”

Her graceful fingers wrap around his morning wood, stroking gently. The wake-up kiss grows passionate, her tongue seeking more.

“I only meant to have your seed planted… but now, I can’t live without this cock.”

It’ll be a while before Yuri returns to the palace.