Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 13: The Title of the Savior Hero

Chapter 13: The Title of the Savior Hero

“What? Sorry, playboy, could you repeat that one more time?”

“Ugh, my apologies, but my ears seem to have failed me. That excuse that sounds like it could make anyone dumber just hearing it—say it again, please.”

In a corner of the Dark Continent.

At their usual meeting spot, the usual crew was caught up in a conversation wholly unfit for the savior hero. Today’s topic: Yuri’s consultation on how to smooth-talk his way out of his tangled physical relationships.

“You get it, don’t you! So, like…

There’s a remnant of the evil god sleeping inside me… Yeah, sometimes, I’m not myself! The evil god’s lust takes over, forcing me to do things against my will…!

So, could you guys back me up with that story…?”

Yuri’s excuse peters out.

The three before him stare like he’s filth.

“Is your brain rotting?”

“…To be blunt, I don’t want to be associated with you.”

“Evil god’s lust? Are you mocking me? I never thought I’d feel pity for the evil god.”

Yuri’s indignant yell echoes like a dog’s howl.

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“Sigh. So, playboy’s freaking out, trying to dodge responsibility after taking the princess, the maid, and every noble lady’s first time?”

“That makes me sound like human trash. Also, my name’s Yuri, not playboy.”

“Oh, my bad, I forgot. But isn’t it fine? You’ll probably get a noble title or something. How about calling yourself Sir Yuri the Playboy?”

Eremia’s jab hits the mark. Lucius and Agamemnon collapse in laughter, the Dark Continent’s wastes ringing with shouts of “Sir Playboy!”

“Great idea, Eremia! As expected of the Undead Queen! When the time comes, I’ll engrave ‘Sir Playboy’ in huge letters on your statue!”

“I’ll ensure the legend of the mightiest, most valiant hero, Sir Playboy, is passed down for generations. Leave it to me!”

“You… you guys…!”

Desperate, Yuri chugs a barrel of wine. His stupidly high-spec body handles alcohol well. Aphrodisiacs, not so much.

“But Yuri, I’m puzzled. If you hate taking responsibility so much, why not just keep your hands off in the first place?”

“Huh? C’mon, Lucius, they’re blatantly seducing me, and they’re adorable. You’d need to be a saint to resist.”

“Oh, I get it. I’ve never seen anyone further from ‘saint’ than you.”

Lucius, utterly convinced, grabs some wine. Eremia sips hers, and Agamemnon downs a whole barrel. The vibe gets gloriously sloppy.

“…I mean, if someone gets pregnant, I’ll take responsibility…

Clara keeps rubbing her stomach, saying she’ll raise the kid properly if it happens. What choice do I have? If I don’t make a proper family, I’m really the worst guy ever.”

“You’re already the worst, I think. How many girls are you juggling besides Clara?”

“Ugh… Clara, Lunaria, Vera, Irene, Emily… I’m so sorry…”

By the end of the night, Yuri’s plastered, and unbelievably, Eremia and Lucius haul him back to the palace like oversized garbage.

“Evil god’s lust? That’s hilarious.”

“I’ll try telling Grandpa my drinking’s due to the evil god’s remnant.”

“Hey, don’t make me laugh!”

The heroes leave, joking. But unaware servants catch only “evil god” and “lust,” sparking weird rumors.

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No good excuse in hand, Yuri faces the next day.

“Oh, Hero-sama. I’ve called you here for no other reason than… Well, you may already know.”

“Y-Yes.”

In the audience chamber, summoned by the king, Yuri tenses. To him, the king’s vague words sound like, “You know what you did.”

I took your daughter’s virginity, slept with her maid, and had an orgy with teen girls at the soirée! I’ll grovel, so please forgive me!

Yuri screams internally, bracing for a full-on flying dogeza.

But, naturally, the king’s talking about something else.

“We’ve prepared a residence and position befitting Hero-sama.”

“Huh?”

“First, the late king’s detached palace has been renovated. We’d like you to relax there.

Of course! We’re also building a grand new palace with other nations’ support, but that’ll take years, so for now, please accept this temporary residence…!”

Yuri, preoccupied with orgy excuses, can’t keep up. Detached palace? New palace? What’s he on about?

“Uh, okay…”

Yuri nods, and the king exhales in relief.

“Oh, I’m so relieved. I worried you’d be upset over a used palace.

As for your position, Lunaria told me. In your world, the strongest, most noble have a rank called… NEET.”

…What?

Yuri’s brain freezes.

The king presses on.

“After discussions with my ministers, we propose creating a new title in the kingdom. Above marquis or count, equal to royalty—no, even more prestigious.

We wish to bestow the title of NEET upon you, Hero-sama!”

Thud.

Yuri’s head hits the table.

Clara rushes over, frantic. “What’s wrong?!” But it’s just him wanting to crawl into a hole.

“…I’m so sorry for the confusing thing I said…”

“Huh? H-Hero-sama!?”

Yuri narrowly escapes the humiliating NEET title, but the king’s in a bind. He has to give something to save face.

“You seem troubled, Father.”

“Oh, Lunaria…”

“Why not just make him a marquis? Don’t overthink it—call him a marquis for now, and offer something better later.”

Lunaria’s absurdly casual suggestion plays to Yuri’s indifference. It’s a lifeline.

“Uh, I don’t know what a marquis does, but if it’s not too tough…”

“Fufu, Yuri-sama, a marquis doesn’t need to work. Just sit back, and the estate’s income rolls in.”

“What? That’s too good to be true.”

“It’s what nobles do. So, feeling up for it?”

“Well, if that’s the case… Sure. I don’t have to work…”

A quiet heave spreads through Yuri’s chest. Six months in this world, and he’s finally hit the jackpot. Oh, the sweet sound of a NEET with income.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

“Uh, you’re… welcome…?”

The king doesn’t quite get what Yuri’s so thrilled about but decides it’s fine since he’s happy. Watching Lunaria’s deft manipulation, the king realizes something.

The hero doesn’t care about money or power, but he’s got zero resistance to women.

His weakness exposed—bad luck.

The king’s mind races, plotting the next move to bind the hero to the kingdom.