Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 121 & 122

Chapter 121: Forbidden Touchy-Feely (Part 2)

“Wow, a boy’s here is so hard. It’s twitching, so strong… ♡”

“Don’t phrase it so weirdly!”

At their tea party, the princess and Yuri indulged in their touchy-feely game.

It was Lunaria’s turn, and she was playfully tsun-tsun poking his shoulder.

“Your turn, Yuri-sama. Touch here gently…”

“I told you, that sounds so suggestive! U-uh, wow, so round, so soft…!”

Her bare white shoulder, dazzling him all day, was finally within reach.

Touching it now, he marveled at how different a girl’s body felt from a boy’s.

(But this touchy-feely thing is seriously dangerous…!)

So far, he’d caressed her neck, shoulders, and breasts.

When he stroked her neck, Lunaria let out a sweet “Hyau!” chirp. The sound sparked memories of their bedroom passion, hitting Yuri’s groin like a bolt.

His simmering lust boiled into magma, steadily raising his lower flagpole!

Standing from the table now would be an instant game-over.

The hero’s dignity faced an unprecedented crisis.

“Next, hmm, how about the stomach? Ei, tickle-tickle!”

“Haha! S-stop, that tickles! That’s cheating, Lunaria!”

“Sorry, sorry. Alright, Yuri-sama, touch my stomach now.”

Under the table, she gently grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm to her abdomen.

As he softly stroked her smooth midriff, Lunaria flashed a seductive smile.

“This might swell up big someday, you know.”

“Pfft…!”

Her outrageous comment nearly made him spit.

But Lunaria’s assault didn’t stop there.

She guided his hand downward, pressing it against the base of her thighs!

Through her skirt, the sensation was faint, but… this was…

“Nnh… ♡ The place Yuri-sama made me a woman…”

The mystical triangle, brimming with a girl’s secrets—the gateway to paradise.

Recalling its lush texture, his soldier surged to full salute.

Deepening her smile, Lunaria slipped off her heel, extending her leg to gently massage his tented groin.

“Oof… t-that’s too much…!”

“What? It’s part of our touchy-feely deal, right? Boys and girls are built so differently… but, hehe, we both get hot the same way… ♡”

Her flushed cheeks and eyes misty with desire.

The unmistakable feminine allure of a 16-year-old noble beauty pushed Yuri’s excitement to its peak.

Dignity be damned.

He shot up with a gatan, his groin boldly proclaiming its presence, and scooped the princess into a bridal carry.

“N-naughty girls get carried to their room…!”

“Ehehe, I’ve been caught… ♪ Hey, I know a nice spot nearby.”

“A nice spot?”

“Yep. The palace is a place for noble romances too.

There’s a discreet little room where we can be alone. Sound good? ♪”

At this point, no force could stop Yuri.

Guided by Lunaria, he slipped out of the salon, ducking into a shadowed stairwell.

Tucked away, hidden from the corridor, was a quiet door.

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“Whoa… a love nest…”

The small room was elegantly appointed.

The door shut with a batan, thick enough to block all sound.

No chairs or desks—just a bed and a hanger.

A private chamber for a man and woman.

Its purpose was singular—!

“Hamu, chuu, nnh!”

“Hafuu, nnh… Yuri, sama…”

Still cradling the princess, Yuri dove into a heated kiss. Her slender arms wrapped around him, returning his passion.

Their lips tangled, mouths parting slightly, tongues soon dancing in a fervent waltz.

Gasping for breath, they pressed deeper, demanding each other.

His hands roamed lewdly, taking advantage of her off-shoulder dress, slipping beneath to seize her breast.

Delving under the fabric, he munzu grasped her mound.

Kneading muni-muni, kunyu-kunyu with single-minded fervor.

“Nnh… Yuri-sama, you really love breasts, don’t you?”

“No guy dislikes them…! Ugh, so soft… they’re sucking my hands in…!”

This was a noble princess, after all.

Raised on the finest foods, her chest had flourished. Pampered like a delicate flower, her skin was silky smooth.

For a hero, mere days past his first time, it was stimulation enough to burst.

Yet, as the savior hero, he gritted his teeth, channeling strength to his hips, determined to avoid a wasteful misfire.

“Lunaria, here I go…!”

“Kyahn! ♪”

Ending the kiss, he laid the princess on the bed, pouncing like a frenzied beast.

Fumbling with his trousers, he freed his rigid length, already slick with nucho-nucho precum.

Lunaria, swallowing hard, stared at the approaching, dripping tip.

“Haha… incredible. Yuri-sama, I have one request…”

“W-what?”

“The dress… try not to mess it up, okay?”

“Ngh, guoo—!”

Her man-slaying plea drew a roar from Yuri.

Lifting her dress’s hem, he gripped her long legs, hoisting them high.

Draping them over his shoulders, he left the princess defenseless.

His ruddy tip, oozing fluid, brushed against her frilled panties, guarding her noble core.

“Ahn…! My place, it’s being parted…!”

“Ohh, kuh…!”

No time to remove her panties.

Soiling the frills with his essence, he fumbled, shifting them aside, blindly seeking her entrance—and nupuri.

Days after their first night, her core welcomed him smoothly.

The ease of entry let him slide deep, but the real challenge awaited.

“Haa, nnh! It’s in… ahn!”

Clutching the sheets, Lunaria moaned under the fleshly sensation. Each quiver of her body tightened her core with a kyu-kyu grip.

A teenage girl’s freshly awakened passage. Smooth as entry was, its embrace rivaled a virgin’s.

“Tch, bad…!”

Yuri teetered on the edge of release.

Not even three thrusts—bursting right after entry would be too pathetic. Clenching his jaw, he trusted in himself to hold on.

Six months since his summoning.

The moment to prove himself as a man had arrived…!

“This is too good…!”

“Nnh, ehe, saying that makes me… happy! ♡ Ah, kyahn!”

Zuppo-zuppo, parting her soft membranes in a back-and-forth rhythm.

Already blissful, the girl beneath him smiled earnestly, moaning with delight.

“Your boy part looks so happy, Yuri-sama! ♪ It’s okay, let it pyu-pyu, feel good, alright?”

“Au, kuaa! No, I’m coming!”

Her devilish whisper shattered Yuri’s restraint.

The magma of their forbidden game surged through his shaft, erupting into the princess’s noble womb.

Byuru-byuru, dopiyu-dopiyu, lewd sounds accompanied the hot seed flooding her.

Mouth agape, Yuri trembled with the raw pleasure, but once spent, he felt clear.

As he moved to withdraw, Lunaria tugged his arm.

“Nnh… no, don’t pull out yet.”

“Eh?”

“Come on, Yuri-sama. If you pull out now… the dress’ll get dirty.”

True.

Yanking out post-release would stain her pristine dress with seed.

To prevent that, there was only one option—

“Just a bit longer. To keep it from spilling, we need to stay connected… right?”

“Y-yeah!”

Sealing her parted core, he kept his half-firm length buried, collapsing over her.

Their sexes fused tightly, deeply joined, they savored the sweet afterglow.

“Ahn! ♡ Yuri-sama, that tickles… ♪”

“Ehehe, touchy-feely round two! Ei, ei!”

Licking her pale neck, kneading her spilled breasts, Yuri launched into another round.

The princess, undaunted, slid her fingers along his waist, massaging in return.

Such play inevitably revived Yuri’s eager soldier.

“Oh, it’s getting big again… ♡”

“I-it’s okay, right? Just one more, just one…!”

A man’s “just one more” is the least reliable promise.

In the end, they indulged in sex until the dinner bell.

Chapter 122: Rasil Island Arc: Prologue

In a tavern in the downtown area of the capital, adventurers were, as usual, enjoying their drinks today.

Fueled by alcohol, some boasted about their adventures, while others dreamed of their next quest.

Among them, one group stood out—

“““How many more nights do we sleep♪”””

“““Till the wedding day♪”””

“Alright, you guys have some guts!”

The adventurer party known for churning out apology letters faster than a falling bird, the Troublemakers.

Today’s drinking snack? Yuri’s wedding.

The hero, finally caught by the thing called life, mentioned preparing for his wedding… and that’s when his companions kicked off their celebratory song.

In response to their thick friendship, Yuri stood up, ready for a brawl—only to be smacked with a tray.

“Customers? Could you kindly not start a fight in our tavern?”

“S-Sorry…!”

Standing there was the tavern’s waitress.

Her golden hair swayed, and she stood firm with an iron-clad business smile.

The tavern’s poster girl, her face was strikingly beautiful. Her large chest suited her dirndl perfectly—a stunning beauty.

But that single strike was powerful enough to make even the world-saving hero tremble.

The other three whistled innocently, pretending not to notice. They knew they were guilty.

“By the way, I heard something about a wedding. Are some acquaintances of yours getting married? You lot are already clueless about common sense, so behave yourselves at the ceremony.”

The poster girl naturally excluded the Troublemakers from the “wedding.”

Hearing this, the three burst into laughter.

“Fuhahaha! Brace yourself—turns out, Yuri here is the one getting married!”

“What, seriously? No way, this dimwit is getting married!? T-That’s… well, it’ll be tough for the other person. You’re not a bad guy, so… treat them well, okay?”

“Ugh… I can’t argue with that logic…!”

The hero, labeled a dimwit, did seem pretty hopeless from an outsider’s perspective—irregular adventuring, getting scolded by the guildmaster, drinking in the middle of the day.

The waitress clenched her fist with a “Right!” and pulled up a chair, plopping down at the table.

Pouring Yuri an ale, she said,

“Here, this one’s on me. Drink up today!”

What a dashing smile. Yuri felt a little flutter.

“S-So cool…!”

“I’m the poster girl here, after all. Well, anyway, congrats on the wedding. Be happy, okay?”

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Amid the celebratory mood, the tavern door jingled open. It was late, and new customers were rare.

“Hey, I heard you’re holding a wedding, my dear! Does that mean my turn’s coming up soon?”

“I wouldn’t mind my turn coming either! By this country’s laws, it’s perfectly legal, you know?”

With those outrageous opening lines from Lily and Luwi, the festive mood flew out the window.

“…Huh. Preparing for a wedding while making lovers on the side, eh…?”

“Uh, well… there’s no misunderstanding here… but could you listen to my circumstances, deeper than the sea and more complex than the stars…?”

“No questions asked!”

Wham! A satisfying sound echoed, and Yuri sank into the table.

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“Honestly, this is why humans are such…!”

Ignoring the fuming waitress, Lily and Luwi were completely unbothered.

Both carried stacks of books, slamming them onto the table.

“Now then, I looked into Rasil Island, but there’s barely any record of travel from the Luan Kingdom. As far as I know, there hasn’t been a single travelogue in the past 100 years.

I’m dying to know how Yuri’s person of interest got there. But…”

“Kufufu. I once went to fetch the Dew of the World Tree!”

All eyes turned to Luwi, who puffed out her chest.

Even the waitress’s ears twitched, her face full of disbelief.

“The mystical island of the elves, Rasil Island…! Seeking the Dew of the World Tree in its depths, I set out on an adventure…!”

Gulp…

“I got a bit naughty and got banned♪ Teehee☆”

Everyone faceplanted.

“That’s creepy, you old hag! And totally useless!”

“Shut it! It was ages ago, so it’s past the statute of limitations! Besides, I found another World Tree, so I didn’t need it!”

“…So, we know how to get there, but we don’t have any connections,” Lily said, shrugging.

The waitress, trembling, muttered,

“…Connections, huh. I’ve got connections.”

“Huh?”

“Hey, this person you’re looking for—is it related to the wedding?”

“Well, yeah… it’s, uh, my fiancée’s mother.”

“I see… you’re thinking about your partner in your own way, huh…”

The waitress’s gaze grew distant. Indeed, Yuri genuinely wanted to find Lunaria’s mother.

Though, along the way, he was also thinking, Maybe I’ll get to see an elf…

His conscience pricked a little, but he had nothing to feel guilty about… probably…!

“…I know it’s late, but let me introduce myself. Disillusion!”

Crack! Something shattered.

Yuri didn’t understand what happened at first, but when he looked at her face again—her ears were long and pointed.

“I’m Rieze. An elf from the sacred Nemed Forest of Rasil Island.”