Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 17 & 18

Chapter 17: The Trap of the Detached Palace Harem That Ruins People (Part 1)

The kingdom-wide moving operation wrapped up smoothly, and the day of relocation finally arrived.

Yuri, fresh off a “private meeting” with a merchant’s daughter that ended in indulgence, felt a twinge of guilt as the day began.

“With this, the Savior Hero, Marquis Yuri, sets forth!”

The king’s proclamation came with a shower of flower petals, leaving Yuri dumbfounded.

“Uh, isn’t this a bit much?”

“Really? We toned it down. Originally, we planned a parade through the capital.”

“Sounds like parading a criminal.”

“You always say the weirdest things, Yuri-sama. That’s what makes you fun.”

Lunaria, standing beside him, giggled brightly. She’d been in high spirits all day.

Clinging to his arm, her soft, ample breasts pressed against him, Yuri struggled to stay composed. Keeping his erection in check while walking was a full-time job.

Thus, the group escorting Yuri boarded a convoy of carriages, leaving the palace where he’d spent six months behind.

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“Whoa, what is this?”

“The detached palace. Your new home, Yuri-sama.”

“Yeah, I get that, but… this is…”

“Too small?”

“Too huge!”

It was a gleaming white palace. Its size was beyond Yuri’s comprehension. The front gate alone stretched endlessly with walls extending on both sides. It felt less like a residence and more like a massive museum or art gallery—grander than anything he’d ever seen.

Passing through a gate adorned with floral reliefs, they entered a sprawling courtyard. This was the late king’s hand-me-down, a testament to his lavish lifestyle.

As they approached the entrance, Lunaria spoke.

“Here we go.”

With a mischievous smile, she opened the door, twirling her dress and flashing a grin.

Beyond the door, maids lined the grand hall. Clara approached from the back, standing beside Lunaria, and both bowed deeply.

“Welcome home, Hero-sama.”

“Welcome home, Yuri-sama.”

Caught off guard by their synchronized greeting, Yuri stammered.

“Uh, um, yeah. I’m… home?”

And so, almost by accident, the detached palace became Yuri’s home.

He couldn’t shake the feeling he’d been ensnared without realizing it.

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“Look, this is the bedroom. What do you think?”

“Whoa.”

The room was large enough for a tennis match, dominated by a bed so massive it dwarfed all other furniture.

“It’s… huge. What is this bed?”

“Impressed? I had craftsmen make it specially. A big bed’s better for… well, lots of things, right?”

“L-Lunaria…”

“You’ve been struggling since earlier… So, want to test the bed and me?”

Her arms tightened around him, her full breasts squishing against him.

Unable to resist, Yuri pushed the princess onto the bed.

“Haha, so plush♪”

“Yeah, so plush…”

Lunaria meant the mattress; Yuri meant her breasts. Different targets, same destination.

Today’s dress was simple by this world’s standards—a sleeveless, low-cut gown, easy to fondle and strip.

“Mmph, chu, so soft!”

“Goodness, Yuri-sama, you’re like a baby… Nn!”

Peeling open the gown, he dove into her spilling breasts, kneading the youthful, ripe fruit and teasing her pink nipples.

Men suckle as babies and again as adults making babies.

“Lunaria, I can’t hold back!”

“Fufu, no need to, Yuri-sama. Let’s test the usability, shall we?”

Lunaria slipped her hands under her dress, sliding off her panties. The act was hidden, but the frilly shorts ended up in her hand, carelessly tossed onto the sheets.

Swallowing hard, Yuri watched as the noble princess lifted her dress, willingly spreading her legs. At the base of her slender thighs, her pink, pristine slit parted invitingly.

No man could resist. Yuri climbed over her and thrust in.

“Ahn! So sudden! ♡”

“Ohh!”

Her caressed breasts had prepared her, and her noble pussy smoothly enveloped his cock.

His hips sank into her, and Yuri sighed in bliss. As their bodies pressed together, her eager vagina clung to him, squeezing like a living thing.

“God, this feels amazing…”

“Don’t just focus on me—test the bed too. Move, okay?”

No need to ask. Still joined, he rocked his hips, stirring her slick depths. The squelching sound of their mingled fluids echoed.

Her body sank into the mattress under his weight, the bounce amplifying their rhythm.

“It’s the best, just the best!”

“I’m glad you’re pleased… Fufu, let’s use it a lot from now on, okay?”

“Absolutely!”

In broad daylight, Yuri pinned the princess to the sea of sheets, thrusting wildly. Riding waves of heavenly friction, he unleashed a torrent of seed inside her.

“Ohh, it’s sucking me dry!”

“Ahn! So hot, spurting so much… ♡”

Filling Lunaria’s core, Yuri learned the bed’s usability. It was perfect.

Chapter 18: The Trap of the Detached Palace Harem That Ruins People (Part 2)

The savior hero is insatiable and boundless, but the girls he’s with aren’t.

Having spent the afternoon ravishing Princess Lunaria, Yuri was interrupted at the perfect moment.

“Hero-sama, I’ll guide you to the other rooms…”

“Oh, Clara. Got it. Lunaria, mind if I step out for a bit?”

“Fah… Y-Yes, go ahead… I’ll rest a little.”

“…Sorry for all this…”

Clara is a capable maid. In truth, she’d been waiting outside the bedroom door the entire time Yuri and Lunaria were at it, timing her interruption for when things calmed down.

Her impeccable consideration prevented Lunaria from passing out.

“This is your private room, Hero-sama.”

“Nice, this feels calm.”

The bedroom was ostentatiously grand, with gold statues, but this room was elegantly understated. Not quite a tennis court in size.

Still, it was hotel-suite spacious. Yuri’s sense of scale was already numb.

“There’s a bed here too.”

A king-sized bed with a canopy, large but within reason compared to the bedroom’s monstrosity. The translucent veil draping it felt oddly suggestive.

“This is… for when you wish to rest alone or enjoy a discreet rendezvous with a lady.”

Yuri flinched at a maid he’s intimate with openly suggesting he use it for womanizing. In a world where polygamy lingers, maybe cheating isn’t a big deal? He sneaks a glance.

Clara’s profile shows no change—prim, chaste, serious as ever. Oblivious to his thoughts, she starts explaining, “Here’s the bookshelf,” and “Is this table height alright?”

“Uh, yeah…”

Yuri half-listens, distracted. Her earlier comment nags him, but her presence captivates more.

Clara wears her usual classic maid outfit, buttoned up with no skin exposed, skirt long and modest.

Yet, it doesn’t hide her voluptuous figure. As she stretches or bends to adjust drawers, her ample bust sways under the apron dress, her plump hips jutting out.

Fresh from Lunaria, Yuri’s still smoldering. Aroused, he hugs her from behind.

“Ah…”

“Hey, Clara, this bed… it’s fine to call a maid for a night visit, right?”

“O-Of course… But, um, after dark…”

“C’mon, it’s a bit late for that.”

“There are still places to show you… Hyah!”

Licking her nape, Clara lets out a sweet moan. His hard-on presses against her lush hips. Feeling it grind insistently, she senses Yuri’s mood souring.

Like a dog’s mood shows in its tail, Yuri’s shows in his cock—a sad truth he’s unaware of.

“…Are you angry?”

Clara asks nervously, and Yuri regains some composure.

“No, it’s not that… I care about you, Clara. It bugs me if it sounds like you’re not one of the women I’d call to this bed.”

“Hero-sama…”

Oh no.

Clara’s glad she’s facing away. Her face, surely a melted, wanton mess, isn’t fit to be seen.

“Say that, and I… I want to give you everything…”

The devoted maid falls easily. Overwhelmed with desire to surrender to his arms, yet mindful of the schedule, she reaches an unexpected conclusion.

“Then… shall we test the desk’s height together?”

Her longing tone says it all. Yuri gets it, leading her to the desk.

The bare desk, yet to hold an inkpot, awaits. Clara leans over it, face down, hips raised.

Yuri lifts her long skirt, spreading it over her back, exposing her large, smooth, white ass. Her panties wedge into her plump cheeks. He tugs them down, positioning his tip at her entrance.

“Ah… This height’s perfect.”

“I’m glad… Nn!”

Not designed for doggy style, but it fits perfectly. Even more perfect are Clara’s proffered hips and soft vagina.

“Clara…”

“Nn, it’s thick and hard…”

He drives into her deepest core, pressing his pelvis against her meaty hips. A primal mating stance, men using women’s pleasurable holes one-sidedly.

Yuri thrusts urgently, smacking her hips. His ridge scrapes her soft folds, drawing sharp cries from Clara.

“Nnaah, haan! Hero-sama’s sword is piercing me…! Hyaun!”

The hero’s sword slides in and out of her perfect sheath. Long, hard, curved, it pistons, seeking pleasure in her tight grip.

No rendezvous or night visit—this is raw mating.

Their junction leaks frothy love juices, stirred by fervent thrusts.

Zupo, zupo, nuchu, nuchu—lewd, blatant sounds fill the air as their burning act races to climax.

“Ugh, I’m coming! Inside!”

“Auh, nn!”

Spurt, spurt, spurt.

His vigorous release, like a mortar, fires thick seed into her.

Clara’s body surrenders completely, conquered to its core.

“Fah, nnaah… It’s hot, coming out… ♡”

Clinging to the desk, her prim face melted into a lewd grimace, moaning shamelessly.

Spilling his seed and bad mood, Yuri feels refreshed, whispering sweetly in her ear.

“You’re so cute, Clara… Chu.”

“Nn, I love you too, Hero-sama…”

Her loosened vagina tightens again, nearly dragging Yuri into round two.