Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 15 & 16

Chapter 15: The Tale of a Girl Who Wants to Be Ravaged (Part 2)

“So… is it okay if I really ravage you?”

“Ah…!”

Schlick.

The delicate touch of mucous membranes. Yuri looms over Regina, poised to commit the act.

He gazes down at her. Her pale cheeks flush, tears glisten in her eyes—a delicate, beautiful face.

Her lips curl into a desperate, almost tearful smile, unique to someone who’s given up.

“Uh… you sure you’re okay with this?”

“No… it’s just, kind of funny.

If I cross that line, the brothel will take me as ‘used goods.’

My price will drop. Maybe that’ll trouble those debt collectors a bit.”

Makes sense—new and sealed fetches a higher price than used.

But Yuri has no intention of letting her go.

“No way, I’m not handing you over. Never. So… is it okay?”

“Fufu, I’m the one who asked to be ravaged, right? Do as you please, Hero-sama.”

“Then… here goes…!”

Slip.

As promised, his tip slides into her. The heat, the first feel of a man, gives the maiden a dangerous thrill.

“Ahn!”

A moan escapes her.

She clamps her hand over her mouth, but it’s too late.

“Felt good?”

“N-No way… Hyan, nn! D-Don’t move!”

His cock stirs shallowly, teasing her slick walls. That alone makes her body react. Perhaps a recoil from her prim life, her body ignites at this first taste of fireplay.

“Look, this mouth says it feels good. Ohh, it’s writhing, begging me to come deeper… Hey, Regina, you’re safe now. Leave it to me.”

“Nn, Hero-sama, ah, aah! It’s going so deep…!”

With force, he pushes forward, crossing the line. A faint pop as he breaks through, plunging deep.

Her freshly opened pussy feels incredible.

“—!”

Reeling from the shock of deflowering, Regina instinctively clings to his back, her mouth gaping in a silent scream.

Burying his meaty sword in her tight, hot core, Yuri trembles with the joy of scattering her maiden flower.

“God, you feel so good, Regina… I’m never letting you go.”

“Nn, Hero-sama, I love you, I love you…!”

Showered with chu, chu kisses, Regina embraces his head. The pain of losing her virginity mixes with the joy of giving it to her revered hero, shattering her prim composure.

The supposedly chaste lady whispers love shamelessly, clinging to him.

Her slick core gently envelops his shaft.

“Hero-sama…”

For Regina, it’s a romantic first. Her partner is the savior hero, snatching her from a brothel’s fate.

How could her heart not flutter?

“You’re so beautiful, Regina. And your pussy… it’s amazing…”

“Ah, your cock’s twitching inside me… Fufu, I’m happy.”

He thrusts into her newly breached passage, reshaping it to fit him.

Her sensitive walls catch on his ridge, drawing sweet moans. Her face melts, her mind blank.

“Ugh, I can’t hold it! I’m gonna come!”

“Nnh!”

Spurt, spurt.

His cock erupts inside, marking her opened pussy with thick, creamy seed. The earnest merchant’s daughter feels his release raw, intoxicated by the sweet ache.

“So hot, so much… Your favor, Hero-sama…”

Stroking his back, she accepts the creampie with a blissful smile. Thus, Yuri takes on yet another complication.

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“…So, Prime Minister, I’m really sorry! My friend’s trading company is in trouble, so please lend me some money!”

An hour later.

When Yuri commits, he commits. Having boasted in pillow talk that “it’ll be fine,” he’s now practically groveling before Prime Minister Daniel.

Hearing the details, Daniel is in a bind. A huge bind.

“N-No, please raise your head, Hero-sama! No worries! It’s my job to ease your concerns!”

“Whoa, awesome, you’re the best, Prime Minister!”

The problem? If Yuri tries to “solve” this, it could spark a battle royale: debt collectors vs. the savior hero’s crew, right in the capital. After defeating the evil god, no less.

The capital’s fate rests on Daniel’s shoulders!

“Of course, the kingdom will back you, and… well, Hero-sama, you have a ton of reward money. No need to borrow, right?”

“Huh, I have that much? I haven’t even checked what I got.”

A bombshell. The savior hero doesn’t know his own wealth.

Daniel, a decisive man, immediately appoints a treasurer for Yuri. And he’s certain: never let this guy near debt collectors.

“I’ll handle the paperwork. Please tell the trading company they’re safe. They’re now royal suppliers—no more troubles.”

“Phew, thank goodness. I made big promises, so if this fell through, I’d have to borrow from Lucius.”

“Next time, please consult me first.”

Daniel drives the point home with a dead-serious face.

Here’s how it went down:

The debt collectors, floored by a sudden visit from the prime minister, learn a kingdom authority is covering Regina’s company’s debts. Realizing they’ve stepped on a landmine, they vanish from her life entirely.

Naturally, Regina falls head over heels for Yuri. And his encirclement tightens further.

Chapter 16: The Savior Hero’s Party Starts a Side Hustle

“Well, if it isn’t the esteemed NEET Lord!”

“Oh, who do we have here but the famed NEET Lord! I’m thunderstruck, speechless!”

“To think a humble dragon like me could be mistaken for the NEET Lord—such an honor!”

“Alright, you guys have some guts!”

In the usual dark wastes of the Dark Continent.

The greeting hits as soon as they meet. The savior hero’s party is in top form, as always.

“Seriously, how do you guys know about that?”

“Last time, that princess asked us for title ideas. It came up then. Don’t worry, we didn’t drag out the playboy bit.”

Princess Lunaria is a capable woman. She casually assigns Yuri a marquis title while not hesitating to enlist the savior heroes for help.

But…

“My brilliant idea, ‘True Savior, Awakened in the Jet-Black Darkness,’ got shot down.”

“My masterpiece, ‘God-Slayer Dwelling in the House of Darkness,’ was rejected too. It’s tougher than you’d think.”

Saving the world doesn’t guarantee naming flair.

“Why’s it always gotta sound like I’m falling to the dark side?”

“What? Isn’t a cool title supposed to have ‘jet-black’ or ‘darkness’ in it?”

“Exactly! And it needs originality. ‘God-Slayer Dwelling in the House of Darkness’ was my pride and joy, but maybe the ‘Dwelling in the House of Darkness’ part was too much.”

Terrifyingly, they’re dead serious. Joking would’ve been better. Good intentions can be worse than malice.

Yuri locks eyes with Agamemnon, nodding “hopeless,” and changes the topic.

“Oh, yeah, you might’ve heard, but I’m moving.”

“We heard. So, here’s a housewarming gift.”

“Whoa! That’s some fancy-looking wine!”

Eremia hands over a high-end glass bottle of aged wine.

“Here, I figured quantity’s better, so I brought barrels.”

“Sweet, thanks!”

Agamemnon rolls out wine barrels. Yuri’s thrilled, but Lucius sulks.

“…You stole those from my castle, didn’t you?!”

“Your minister said it’s ‘good medicine for His Majesty’ and handed them over gladly.”

“Grr, that old man…! Listen, Yuri, when I tried my best acting, saying, ‘The wine flows because I’m suppressing the evil god’s remnant raging inside me…! Gah, my cursed liver’s acting up…!’ he punched me! Your excuse was utterly useless!”

“That’s hilarious… or it would be, but that’s too close to home…”

Eremia and Agamemnon exchange glances, sighing, “These two are on the same level.”

Conflict only sparks between equals. A sad reality for the savior heroes.

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“I wanna build a nest egg.”

Mid-drinking, Yuri drops this. The other three tilt their heads.

“Didn’t you become a NEET? I heard you were shouting ‘Hooray for passive income!’”

“Yeah, well, sure, but I’ve got expenses. Having some cash I can actually use sounds good.”

Yuri’s thinking of Regina’s situation. Evil gods are free to slay, but debts need gold.

The prime minister mentioned reward money, and Lunaria said a marquis title brings income. To Yuri, that sounds like saving up from a long-term side hustle while living off parental support—a NEET’s dream.

It’s great, but another Regina-level crisis might drain it. And, though he hates to think it, if any of the girls he’s been with get pregnant…

Marriage. Parenting. Child support. Life planning…!

Words scarier than any evil god make Yuri shudder. No. This can’t go on.

“Hm. That look says you’ve finally grasped ‘responsibility,’ you lecherous hero.”

“What? You nailed it already?! We’ve gotta call you Hundred-Shot Yuri now!”

“It happened so fast… Don’t worry, I’ll name the kid. Those two can’t be trusted. Just a joke, but still…”

“I haven’t nailed anything yet!”

A heartfelt yell. But “yet” makes it hollow.

“Well, if… Just a one-in-a-million chance, but to be safe! I need a quick, easy way to make cash!”

“Hey, hero, you taking life too lightly?”

“Heh, you wouldn’t get it, Lucius. There’s a perfect side hustle for times like this!”

“What, bodyguard work? You’ve got the muscle.”

“Nope, even better. I’m gonna be an adventurer!”

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“Achoo! Ugh, chills… Is this a bad omen…?”

In a room at the royal castle, the prime minister shivers over paperwork. Too late—the flag’s already raised.

※

The next day, in the capital.

A shady group storms the adventurer’s guild.

“Wow, so this is the adventurer’s guild. Kinda rough, but looks fun!”

“Hm, smells like money. Not bad, Yuri.”

“I’m not big on change, but… hm, lots of interesting folks here.”

“Right? Heh, the classic adventurer’s guild! Armed old guys and mage ladies in broad daylight… awesome!”

A silver-haired beauty with snow-white skin and blood-red eyes.

A tall man in a black robe, laughing eerily.

A fidgety youth looking around restlessly.

And a small dragon, flapping its wings, speaking human words.

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

So suspicious, the usual adventurer cliché—“Hey, kid, this ain’t a playground!” or “Oops, bumped your shoulder!”—doesn’t even trigger.

Nobody wants to mess with weirdos.

“So, we’re here, but how do we get jobs?”

“By the book, we register first. There’s ranks, starting from the bottom.

At the top ranks, one job could net a fortune! …Probably.”

“Cool. Let’s get registered.”

They head to the guild counter.

A pink-haired receptionist sits there, looking troubled. She’s baby-faced with a killer chest, her guild blazer stretched tight. Magnificent.

“Hey, playboy, stop staring and sit down.”

“Whoops, my bad… Uh, excuse me, we’re here to register as adventurers.”

“Uh, alright… Please fill these out.”

Despite everything, the four behave and start filling out forms. The dragon muttering, “Where’s my hometown again?” while holding a pen is downright surreal.

The receptionist sighs at their completed forms. Definitely weird.

Name: Eremia. Hometown: Necropolis. Skill: Undead Summoning.

Name: Lucius. Hometown: Dark Continent. Skill: Profound Dark Power.

Name: Agamemnon. Hometown: Memory’s Fuzzy. Skill: Breath.

Name: Yuri. Hometown: Capital. Skill: I’m Motivated!

“Everyone, first off, adventuring isn’t a game.”

“Ugh!”

Yuri faceplants on the desk. “I’m Motivated!” didn’t cut it…!

“See, Yuri? Your ‘skill’ isn’t a skill. It’s just a vague, feel-good dodge with ulterior motives.”

“And ‘Profound Dark Power’? What are you, a middle schooler?!”

“Heh, I can actually breathe fire, unlike you self-reported types!”

“The guild prohibits open flames!”

Scolded by the receptionist, the dragon king sulks.

Sadly, the savior hero party never did parades. Including Yuri, they’re unrecognizable. Eremia and co. avoid attention, so they’re effectively nobodies.

“That said, Agamemnon can breathe fire… Why not start with something simple?”

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“Look! That’s my third one! My magic eye makes this easy…!”

“It’s almost sundown! And I’ve got three too!”

“Ugh, all this grass looks the same.”

“I’m honestly lost here.”

In a forest outside the capital.

Their first job: gathering medicinal herbs. Quota: ten.

Lacking basic “herb identification” skills, they’re struggling.

They’ve got nine so far. One more to finish, but with dusk looming, it’s iffy.

A boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen, dressed as an adventurer, approaches.

“Hey, you guys looking for Kukri grass?”

“Hm? Yeah, we are.”

“…Want some of mine? It’s your first guild job, right? I struggled at first too.”

“Nah, we can’t just… Hm?”

Yuri senses something ominous and stares into the forest.

Simultaneously, the other three sharpen, exuding menace, and face the same direction.

“Huh? What… Whoa!”

A giant snake monster bursts out—a beast known to swallow humans whole, far too dangerous for rookie adventurers. Normally hunted to extinction near the capital, so why today?!

Frozen in fear, the boy witnesses something unbelievable.

“Hey, Lucius, snack time!”

“Oh, its meat pairs great with wine! Perfect timing… But my hands are full, Eremia, handle it!”

“Ugh, fine.”

After sitcom-level banter, Eremia severs the snake’s head in an instant.

Then, she starts… dissecting—no, cooking it on the spot.

“Let me roast it.”

Agamemnon expertly carves the snake, his breath roasting the cuts to crispy, juicy perfection—a master’s touch.

What are these guys?

The boy stands dumbfounded as they pop open wine and start a picnic. Utterly incomprehensible.

“…Hey, what are you guys…?”

“Hm? We’re adventurers, started today! Phew, wine after work hits different.”

“Yuri, don’t forget, we still need one more herb.”

“Oh, right… Hey, kid, hear me out.

We’ll trade you this snake meat and wine for one herb.

But keep it hush-hush from the guild!”

“Uh, yeah… I offered first, so sure.”

Stunned, the boy makes the trade and tries the meat. It’s delicious.

Yuri’s party completes the quest, the boy gets tasty snake, and all’s well that ends well.

…Thus, the most problematic party in history was born.