Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 160 & 161 & 162

Chapter 160: The Old Capital’s Slums and a Cool Girl’s Stirred‑Up Heart (2)

“C’mon, c’mon, we had our issues before, but a customer’s still a customer! What’ll you have?”

“Indeed, we once stood as enemies… yet one who serves drink and one who receives it must not be enemies in this place…!”

“That’s right. Let’s start with ale and some decent snacks!”

Lust Goddess Izabel.

Her hair mixed black and crimson, and her bewitching beauty was worthy of the phrase “a courtesan who can topple a kingdom.” Her so‑called “demonic boobs,” like two melons, were packed too tightly into a dirndl, and the way she carried herself with absolute confidence made her every inch the goddess of lust.

She had been the opponent the Troublemakers faced during a prior brewery investigation, but none of the four were so tactless as to drag that into a tavern. More than anything, they wanted to forget all that and just get a drink into themselves as quickly as possible.

“U‑um… do you know her?”

Feeling a very bad premonition, Clara tugged on Yuri’s sleeve and asked. The answer she got was, inevitably, one she had not wanted to hear.

“Ah, yeah… how do I even put this… Izabel’s a Lust Goddess. We ran into her and had a fight when we picked up a job. That time Kris got charmed and it was a real disaster.”

“If memory serves, she said she’d been sealed away by the Hero of a few centuries past. Makes one wonder if she still seeks revenge.”

The scale of the conversation suddenly blew up.

All Clara could do was clutch her head and mumble, “I… see…” Beside her, Lenoa mirrored the motion with a matching hand‑to‑forehead; that identical gesture had to be the blood tie at work.

“Revenge, huh? Who knows. Anyway, what kinds of ale do you recommend?”

“Fufufu, our tavern’s pride and joy, freshly brewed! I recommend our exquisite sour ale!”

“Then we’ll go with that!”

They casually stepped right over what sounded like an important flag and went straight into ordering.

“O sultry beauty, I’d like some wine—have you any red?”

“I’d like wine as well. I want a sweet white.”

Lily and Luwi, their thinking firmly aligned with the Troublemakers, also swept the “Lust Goddess” issue under the rug and ordered whatever they wanted.

“But of course. Oh my, you two… both vampires, are you? And that little miss—she looks like a child, but she’s not the age she appears to be, is she. Well, what can you do. This place has a strict ‘no underage drinking’ policy, but I’ll make a spe‑cial exception for you♪”

“You have my thanks! Whenever I order, everyone makes a fuss that a child shouldn’t be drinking… I like being treated as a child, but at times like this, it is harsh…”

Lust Goddess Izabel was the very model of a waitress—she could even handle the Sage of the Dark Continent as a customer.

For the stunned Clara and Lenoa, she quietly prepared a smooth, easy‑to‑drink wheat ale, showing that she had every angle covered.

“Well then, cheers!”

She had things so well in hand that, before anyone realized it, the drinking party had begun as smoothly as a flowing stream.

“Oh, this is nicely tart. Unusual, but a delicious ale.”

“Mm. It’s startling at first, but one can sense it becoming a habit…!”

“Fufufu, isn’t it, isn’t it. This is our tavern’s signature—enjoy it to your heart’s content…!”

Izabel turned to leave the table, but after looking around the room and confirming the relaxed atmosphere, she spun lightly on her heel, came back, poured herself a mug of ale, and drained it right there.

“Pwaaah! Yep, that’s the stuff. So, you lot—curious why I’m here?”

“Ahh, yeah, a bit. I mean, why are you working as a waitress?”

“Ahahaha, there’s a deep story behind that…! You see, my grand ambition—to turn this town into a city of succubi—was foiled by you all…!”

At that sudden confession of villainy, Clara and Lenoa nearly sprayed their ale in perfect unison.

Luwi simply said, “Sounds like ye were up to something entertaining,” while Lily, “Hmm, hmm, this might make for a good story!” pulled out a notebook and started taking notes. Truly a tactless crowd.

“But I swore I’d never give up until I’d dragged the current Hero down into a pit of lust. So I headed for the royal capital… only to lose my way. Before I knew it, I’d drifted into this town and ended up renting a room here.”

““““…………””””

Every gaze converged on the “current Hero.”

Yuri took a big, slightly awkward gulp of ale. I’m literally right here, you know…

“Well, it’s not the capital, but it is a big town, right? So I figured, since I was here anyway, maybe I’d just turn this place into a demonic city overflowing with succubi.”

A loud thunk rang out.

That was the sound of Lenoa slamming her forehead against the table.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing in our domain…” she muttered resentfully. In the Navarre earldom, she was effectively number two in command. To say such a thing right in front of her—this goddess had some nerve.

“And then it turned out the master of this place and the waitress were—get this!—a childhood‑friend couple! A boy and girl who’d pined after each other for more than ten years. Maddeningly slow, the pair of them!”

“Whoa, seriously!?”

Childhood friends. Same shop. Ten‑plus years.

Those power words hit Yuri right in the heart, and he lurched forward over the table. Back in his old world, this kind of thing was a practically fossilized trope…!

Everyone else, too—aside from the party’s conscience, Clara—leaned in hard at the sudden love talk.

“They’re incredibly pure, those two. To the point that even the regulars had given up on them ever making progress. So I, in my capacity as Lust Goddess, devised a little scheme—giving a shove to young lovers is one of a god’s duties, after all!”

“I get it!”

“So I immediately dosed them both with some of my special honey. Of course, it’s wonderfully potent and works like a charm. That night was amazing… I was sleeping on the far side of the house, and even from there it was bang‑bang, creak‑creak, ah‑ah, all night long without a break!”

With her right hand she formed a ring from thumb and forefinger, and with her left index finger she thrust through it over and over, giving an entirely unnecessary live demonstration.

Clara, modesty and chastity made flesh, flushed bright red and dropped her face toward the table.

“Fufufu, I honestly thought the floor might give out… it held, thank goodness, but we did have one little problem afterward.”

“H‑hey, Izabel‑san! What are you talking about out here!?”

“Oh, Miranda? Nothing to be shy about, it’s just a lovely little tale of love.”

“Of course it’s embarrassingーーー!”

With a sharp crack, the pure‑looking girl smacked the Lust Goddess over the head with her tray.

She certainly did not look like the kind of girl who would spend an entire night going at it with her childhood friend.

“Well, to cut to the punchline, the boyfriend threw out his back. Until he recovers, I’m helping run the place. That’s how it is.”

“Honestly! No staff meal for you tonight, Izabel‑san!”

“Eh!? H‑hey, that’s blatant employer tyranny!”

Fuming, the girl stomped back into the kitchen.

Seeing her off with a sigh, Izabel took another long pull of her ale.

“Pwah. Anyway, that’s the deep, complicated reason why I’m doing this.”

“I see… a knife can be used to hurt people, but also to cook for them. So the power of a succubus, too, depends on how it’s used…”

When Lucius wrapped things up like that, as if it were some profound moral, the Troublemakers all nodded along in agreement.

Whether that was really something they ought to be nodding to was another question entirely.

Chapter 161: The Old Capital’s Slums and a Cool Girl’s Stirred‑Up Heart (3)

Lust Goddess, lurking within the Navarre Earldom.

It was a shocking truth, but to the Troublemakers it was brushed off with a casual “Well, that kind of thing happens,” and the drinking party continued at its usual chaotic pace. If anything—

“Hey, shouldn’t we go ahead and tell her that this yarichin here is the Hero?”

“Hmm… but isn’t this the sort of thing where one must choose the timing? Dropping it with a sudden bam might be…”

“She might faint from the shock, you know. The one she tried to drag into depravity turning out to be miles below her in that department… that’s pretty cruel.”

“You jerks, say whatever you want, why don’t you! I mean, yeah, that’s basically true, but could you at least sugar‑coat it a little? Ever heard of kindness!?”

In this fashion, they were actually trying, in their own way, to be considerate of the Lust Goddess.

That Lenoa was fuming that they didn’t show the same consideration for her domain was only natural.

“If I don’t drink, I cannot deal with this…!”

Normally, Lenoa was calm and collected—if anything, she showed even less emotion outwardly than her father Navarre. But this insane drinking party swallowed her whole.

She knocked back mug after mug of the easy‑to‑drink (not “weak”) ale Izabel had prepared, her face going bright red in no time, and turned into a clingy drunk.

“Claraaa… what is with Yuusha‑sama…?”

“Um… he’s a bit big in scale and… a tad on the wild side…”

“You just keep pulling out one outrageous thing after another, don’t you… The savior Hero, the two vampires… are you trying to annihilate our lands? And what’s worse, these people don’t seem to be thinking about anything!”

“I… I’m sure they do have some kind of plan…”

Clara desperately tried to cover for them, but even she was starting to feel how flimsy her own excuse sounded.

Half of her was thinking, This is really bad…

“When you came back, I… fully intended to settle things fair and square, head‑on. And now this? What kind of cheat move is this…”

“I wasn’t planning on returning to the earldom either way. Right now, my mind is completely full of Yuusha‑sama.”

“…I have just been bragged at. Hmph, fine, be as happy as you like…”

This half‑sister, who so often spoke in a harsh tone.

Realizing that Lenoa had felt far closer to her than Clara had ever imagined made the other half of her… quietly happy.

Night deepened, and the Troublemakers returned home via teleportation.

As usual, it was a tipsy, zig‑zag teleport, but the fact that they still pulled it off just showed that the savior heroes were no joke.

Yuri and Clara were also about to teleport back to the detached palace, but Lenoa had drunk herself into a complete stupor.

Heading to the lord’s manor now would be awkward, and hauling her into the royal detached palace would probably cause all sorts of problems… so they hurriedly searched for an inn instead. With Lily and Luwi’s help, they found an expensive but respectable establishment, and decided to spend the night there.

Once Lenoa was safely tucked into bed and they’d both had a bath, they felt refreshed.

Yuri, for once, was all set to spend a wholesome night—but then he bumped into Clara as she came out of the women’s bath.

“Ah, Clara. Turning in already?”

“Yes. But… Yuusha‑sama, since we’re here, may we talk for a little while?”

Fresh from the bath, her hair down and wearing a loose chemise, Clara was a literal beauty dripping with water.

The thin fabric didn’t go so far as to reveal her nipples, but even so, it faintly traced her glamorous curves. There was no universe in which Yuri would refuse that invitation.

He nodded so hard his head practically bobbed off, followed behind her as she walked with soft steps, and arrived in her room.

In the warm lamplight that filled the space with a mellow mood, they sat side by side on the bed.

“Fufu… Yuusha‑sama, today I was truly at a loss.”

“Uh, well…”

Fresh from the bath. A quiet talk. This was definitely…! Or so Yuri thought, only to immediately reconsider that this might actually be a prelude to a scolding.

While he was wasting brain cells wondering what sort of apology would stand out in this dim lighting, a soft giggle reached his ears.

“I came all prepared with a letter of disownment for my father, yet everyone just acted exactly as they always do. Father surrendered almost immediately, and then there was the Lust Goddess in the tavern… it was enough to make my head spin.”

“Y‑yeah, Luwi’s magic was… a bit much, but as for Izabel, even I was surprised, you know? I plead not guilty there…”

“But thanks to that, I feel as though I’ve gotten closer to Lenoa. She even told me to be ‘as happy as I can.’”

The smile Clara wore then was so soft and gentle.

Yuri realized that she wanted to grow closer to her half‑sister.

“That’s great. You should just keep closing that distance—go all in. I’ll totally cheer you on…!”

“No, that’s where I have to do my best. That girl is, well… my little sister. I had almost managed to forget, for so very long… but today, I remembered. It’s something very precious.”

Still smiling, Clara quietly took Yuri’s hand.

As the Hero flustered and blushed, she let the feelings overflowing in her chest spill out, unadorned.

“Yuusha‑sama… I don’t know how to put these feelings into words. I may seem immodest, but… right now, I find myself wanting to convey them by sharing our skin. Perhaps it is the drink’s fault…”

With a fragile yet sensual smile, the lovely maid slid closer to him.

Gulp. The Hero swallowed, and his hands closed over her softly rounded shoulders.

“Clara…”

“Yuusha‑sama…”

In the dim room, their lips met.

After a while spent breathing raggedly as their tongues intertwined, Yuri slipped the chemise down from her shoulders, baring her full, ripe breasts.

Kneeling face‑to‑face on the bed, he reached out, grabbed them firmly in both hands, and began to knead.

“Ahh, Yuusha‑sama… ♡ Nnh, that tickles, fufu…”

“Heh heh, Clara’s breasts are so soft… and they’re really beautiful, too.”

Her bare skin, revealed under the lamplight, was captivatingly voluptuous.

Bathed in the warm glow, her body seemed to be painted in sensual colors, stoking a man’s desire to its very limit.

In the stillness of the quiet night, the sounds of a man and woman’s intimacy whispered through the room—

(Eeeehhh!? C‑Clara and Yuusha‑sama, w‑what are they doing!?)

—and woke Lenoa in the next room.

Chapter 162: The Old Capital’s Slums and a Cool Girl’s Stirred-Up Heart (4)

“Ahn…♪ Yuusha-sama, if you toy with my nipples like that, I… hyau♡”

“Does it feel good when I fiddle with them? Should I do it more?”

On the bed, the two of them began to get excited in their usual fashion. However, today was different from usual—there was a witness just one thin wall away.

It was Lenoa.

Though she had passed out drunk, the whispers breaking the silence of the night woke her up. Thinking for such a magnificent room, the walls are certainly thin, she drew closer and realized the sound was leaking from behind a tapestry hanging on the wall. When she slid it aside to check, she found a hole right there. Light from the next room spilled through it.

And then—

“Let’s change positions a bit. It’s easier to grope you this way.”

“Yes…♡”

Entangled on the bed were her half-sister and the savior Hero.

As the daughter of an earl, Lenoa had lived in the world of politics, a place far from pure and innocent. Even so, this was her first time witnessing the bedroom affairs of a man and a woman.

(P-please don’t go out of your way to show me this…!)

Worse yet, when Yuri changed positions to wrap around Clara from behind, Lenoa had a direct, front-row view of her bare chest and bountiful breasts.

“Nn, fuuuu… it feels… good… Yuusha-sama…♡”

“Ehehe, I’m glad it feels good. Hey, can I kiss your nape too?”

“Of course… I’ll be careful with my collar tomorrow so the marks don’t show… aun!”

Chu-chu-chu. Yuri pressed his lips against her smooth nape, kissing it repeatedly. Savoring the soft skin of the beauty fresh from her bath, he left kiss marks along her neck. As he did so, he didn’t neglect to knead her breasts with both hands, his fingers moving busily.

If anything, the strength of his grip intensified, squeezing until her soft flesh spilled out from between his fingers. Forced to watch this lewd spectacle from a direct angle, Lenoa was left in a daze.

(Y-Yuusha-sama is exactly as the rumors say… no, he’s a skirt-chaser, a beast even worse than the rumors! And Clara, too… making such an immodest face… !)

The man wrapping around her from behind wore a terribly lewd expression, looking like he was having the time of his life fondling her breasts. The woman being held let out sweet cries, her beautiful face melting with pleasure.

The caressing of her chest alone was shocking enough. But then Yuri’s right hand left her breast—only to trace down her stomach and descend to her lower abdomen.

(Eh!? T-that place is…!)

Lenoa was the only one panicking. Clara actually opened her legs of her own volition to welcome the man’s fingers.

From beneath the chemise that was loosely gathered around her waist came the raw, wet sounds of nichuri, kuchuri.

“Aahn! Yuusha-sama, my voice is coming out…!”

“It’s okay, this is a high-class inn. The walls look thick…”

They might be thick, but there was a hole. Unaware of this, Yuri’s fingers slipped into the woman’s secret place, parting the wet bush to rub against the hidden slit. The pads of his fingers crawled over pink mucous membranes, squelching wetly before bending at the knuckle to push into the hot interior. As he scraped against the bouncy vaginal walls and toyed with her insides, the beauty let out moans of an, an.

“Hau, nnngh! Yuusha-sama, haah, right there, it feels so good…! Please forgive this immodest woman…”

“Forgive? I welcome a lewd girl with open arms! I’d be happy if you felt it even more, Clara.”

Clara bit into a lock of her hair to stifle her loud cries, writhing under his groping caresses. Watching that flushed, bewitching figure from head-on, steam looked ready to shoot out of Lenoa’s ears.

“Look, Clara, you’re already this wet.”

“Ah, it’s embarrassing…!”

Having thoroughly lubricated her pussy, the Hero brought his right hand up to Clara’s face and opened his fingers right before her eyes. The sticky love juices stretched in strings between his fingers. Clara covered her face in embarrassment, but Lenoa, peeping from the hole, was in no state to be embarrassed for her.

(No way…! A woman’s private parts… become like that…!?)

For Lenoa, who had received only formal sex education, the shocking scenes just kept coming. Unconsciously, her hand reached for the hem of her negligee—and with a wet kuchuri, she began to toy with her own secret place.

“I want to connect with you soon, Clara… I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Yuusha-sama… ah, you’ve become so…”

A fully erect penis slapped against Clara’s buttocks with a pechi-pechi sound. She, who was respected at the detached palace as the model of a lady, now wore the face of a female in heat, lips curved in a dangerously enchanting smile. She lifted her hips herself, presenting her rear to the man.

Because of this, Lenoa got a perfect view. The thick, long phallus towering at the Hero’s crotch.

(T-that is a gentleman’s reproductive organ…!? You must be joking… there is no way something like that… could fit inside a woman’s…)

The male organ had a somewhat grotesque shape with veins pulsing beneath the skin. Overwhelmed by its sheer impact, Lenoa froze.

But disregarding her sister’s confusion, Clara kept smiling as she slowly lowered her hips. Her white, elegant fingertips spread her woman’s secret place wide, opening the raw hole to swallow the man’s member.

Zupu, zupu, nuchuri.

“Nn, haah…! Yuusha-samaa…♡”

“Clara…! Fuuu, it’s in all the way…!”

Her ample hips pressed tight against the man’s lower abdomen, connecting the man and woman as one. From Lenoa’s perspective, this back-seated position was a lewd posture that forced her to watch the sex in full detail.

(Hii… Y-Yuusha-sama’s thing went… all the way inside Clara’s place…! H-how is that happening…!?)

She tried slipping her own fingertips into herself. Michiri, nupuri. As she fumbled inside and felt the heat in her lower belly, a sensation she had never felt before washed over her. It was poignant, frustrating, yet somehow incredibly pleasurable. She couldn’t stop moving her fingers.

While the younger sister trembled through her first time masturbating, her older sister Clara was experienced in bed. Yuri grabbed both her arms, locking her firmly in place, and she began to vigorously shake her hips. From their sodden connection point, wet, sloppy sounds scattered through the air as she ground against him. Since Yuri just had to sit there while his dick was rubbed, it felt nothing but good, but he was still the savior Hero. His pride wouldn’t allow him to just let the girl do all the work.

Setting aside the retort that he should have pride in other areas, Yuri decided to move his hips as well. Of course, since he was holding her arms firmly, there was no worry of slipping out. Measuring the moment her bountiful hips bounced back toward him—

“Hyau, aaahn…!”

“Oho, Clara, you’re clamping down hard…!”

Pako. He thrust deep, delivering a direct attack to her womb. Clara’s whole body shuddered and writhed, her back-and-forth motion coming to a halt. Her vaginal walls trembled minutely, sucking up on his cock—a milking vaginal orgasm.

Yuri clenched his teeth, doing his best to endure the urge to explode.

“Ehehe, Clara, did you cum?”

“Hafuu… yes, I’m sorry, Yuusha-sama, for reaching the peak on my own…”

“You don’t have to apologize. Or rather, I’m super happy that you feel so good…! I feel like I’ve leveled up as a man!”

Whether a virgin Hero becoming a yarichin Hero could be called “leveling up” was debatable. But making a girl feel good with his sex, making her cum—that was a man’s honor. Yuri wrapped himself around the post-orgasm Clara, crawling his tongue along her nape while kneading her plentiful breasts.

“Aah, nnn…! It feels good, Yuusha-sama…♡”

For a girl, aftercare was just as important as foreplay. Following Reza’s teachings, he massaged her breasts with firm but not overly rough strength. Clara turned her head back, sticking out her tongue to beg for a kiss.

Of course, Yuri responded with a french kiss, intertwining their tongues with wet chuppa chuppa sounds as he began to move his hips slowly. This time, instead of piston movements, he kept them pressed close, grinding and twisting to stir up her insides.

“Haaa…♡ Yuusha-sama, Yuusha-samaa…♡”

Heart marks practically danced in Clara’s eyes as she passionately kissed him back hafu-hafu, swaying her hips in time with the man. Her vagina, sensitive right after ecstasy, trembled as it gripped and milked his penis, resuming the extraction.

“Clara, can I move more? I’m almost…!”

“Yes, please do as you like… I want you to feel good too, Yuusha-sama…♡”

This time moving his hips in short, rapid bursts, the Hero began his final sprint. His piston motion, powered by bottomless stamina that hadn’t slain an evil god for nothing, violently stimulated the instincts of a mature woman. Clara twisted her waist again, her long black hair flying in disarray as she writhed shamelessly.

“Aah, nhaaa! Ah, ah, no, I’m going to reach the peak again…!”

“Me too! Then, let’s go together…! Ooh, kuuuuuu!”

With her vagina wrapping around him from base to tip, granting pleasure from all directions, even the Hero couldn’t hold back. Amidst her hips swaying lewdly like a dancer, he buried himself in the deepest part and violently spewed his semen.

Doku-doku. With powerful pulses, the thick, white fluid filled Clara up. Yuri hadn’t done anything sexual since the homecoming trip began. The amount of semen he’d stored up was immense, enough to overflow from where they were connected.

“Nn, haaa… Yuusha-sama, so much hot fluid is overflowing…♡ You let out a lot, didn’t you♡”

“Yeah, that was the best… having sex with you really feels amazing, Clara.”

Sweaty and smiling with unadorned faces, the two exchanged repeated kisses of chu, chu. Witnessing this, Lenoa moved her fingers frantically.

(Aah… just now, Clara received his seed… with her hair so messy, looking so good… just what kind of feeling is that… nnh)

As a masturbation beginner, Lenoa couldn’t reach climax just by fumbling. That only made it more frustrating, and she continued to peep at the two of them while writhing from the ache in her lower abdomen.

Then, to her surprise, the two uncoupled and lay down on the bed—and just when she thought they would rest, they began to couple again!

“I’ll be on top this time.”

“Ufufu, I can look at your face the whole time, how lovely…”

“It’s a little embarrassing when you say it like that.”

Laughing sloppily with a dehehe, Yuri loomed over Clara. And Lenoa saw it clearly. despite having just ejaculated, the Hero’s penis maintained its majesty, remaining greedily erect.

(T-that is… what they call peerless vigor…!? He just released, didn’t he!)

Trembling at the mysteries of the human body, Lenoa fumbled with her secret parts. In the end, the couple’s mating continued deep into the night. And Lenoa, with no rest, found herself dedicated to her peeping onanism.