Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 21 & 22

Chapter 21: The Savior Hero’s Party Hits the Town

The detached palace is a dangerous place.

A week after moving in, Yuri had learned this the hard way.

“Good morning, Hero-sama♪ Fufu, so lively this morning…”

“Ohh!”

Every morning, Yuri woke in the massive bed, enveloped by the scent of ripe young women. All around, a sea of alluring skin. Soft feminine curves clung to him.

Morning wood is a man’s nature, but the bold beauties never missed a chance to take care of it.

Yuri’s days began in decadence.

This morning, Vera eagerly took his cock in her noble mouth, delivering a blowjob.

Slurp, suck, huff… “Fufu, so hard. Even after spilling so much last night, you’re amazing.”

Praised as a stallion, Yuri felt a bit deflated. Deflated enough to pull her close, pin her noble body to the bed, and steal her lips. He slid into her pussy first thing in the morning.

“Nn!? Mmph, huff, Hero-sama…”

Falling to his cock in a second was Vera’s charm. Yuri diligently pistoned away.

Everything was like this. No time for his dick to dry, as they say, but it felt like he was inside someone’s pussy every hour. Sometimes, he suspected he spent more time thrusting than not.

Once, he fell asleep still inside Clara. The ultimate body pillow. Waking to his morning wood perfectly fitted inside her was a shock.

This couldn’t go on.

Even a dimwit like Yuri realized the danger after three days. For three days, he’d done little but thrust into pussies.

Healthy and heavenly, but utterly uncivilized.

Musing on this while thrusting pleasurably, Vera puffed her cheeks.

“Thinking of another lady? At least while we’re together, look only at me.”

“S-Sorry, got lost in thought about everything so far.”

“I’m sure it’s been tough. But the important stuff is ahead. From now on, it’s all pleasure, right?”

She’s surprisingly sweet. Her arms tightened, her greedy pussy squeezing his cock. The sweet friction brought trembling bliss. Entranced, Yuri pumped in and out, cumming with melting pleasure.

Pouring his morning load into the proud duke’s daughter’s womb, he felt refreshed.

Then he snapped back. This really can’t go on.

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“That’s why I think we should go adventuring.”

“Hope it falls off.”

Now in the capital’s bustling streets, heading to the guild, Eremia’s brutal dismissal stung.

“Well, uh… I’m not sure what to say. At least wanting to get out is better than usual for you.”

“Reminds me of a rabbit or rat in heat…”

Harsh words.

Recalling the past week, Yuri had no retort.

For such a trivial reason, they arrived at the adventurer’s guild.

“We can take quests now. Let’s check ‘em out.”

“Hm… Goblin slaying, merchant escorts… Oh, a groundbird hunt! Their meat’s tasty.”

“Hey, we’re not here for a hunting trip. Think it through.”

They scanned the quest board top to bottom. From a distance, the receptionist sighed heavily.

“Everyone, F-rank quests are fixed, so please check properly. Groundbird hunts are E-rank and up.”

“What? Fine, let’s find another tasty monster quest.”

“How about we do easy quests to quickly hit E-rank? Look, this ditch-cleaning job seems doable for anyone.”

No longer adventuring—just chores.

Agamemnon had a point, so Yuri’s group took the ditch-cleaning quest. They peeled off the notice and brought it to the receptionist, a busty beauty.

“Alright, I’ll register the quest. Slaying’s nice, but steady work like this builds trust for ranking up.”

“Grr, I’m terrible at this slow-and-steady stuff… Can’t we just crush a strong monster and skip a few ranks?”

“People who say that usually die young.”

Her smile was sweet, but her words cut.

Thus, the four headed to the town’s outskirts to clean ditches.

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“Man, this is easy work.”

“Just watching’s nice.”

“Fine weather today, huh?”

In a quiet back alley, leaning against a house wall, three slacked off.

Eremia glared with half-lidded eyes. But since she was slacking too, it was much the same.

“You guys realize who’s actually working?”

“Well, uh… your minions, right?”

“Your underlings. Definitely not you.”

Diligently cleaning the ditch was a black-clad, human-like… thing.

Sweatless, breathless—an undead legion under Eremia’s command.

Their work ethic was flawless, but their glowing red eyes and occasional villainous shkoo-shkoo hisses were a flaw.

“Should I pull them back and let you guys do it?”

“Eremia, you’re amazing! Truly the Undead Queen!”

“Since your minions’ work counts as yours, how about I get some good wine?”

“Hmph, you know what to do, right?”

“Got it. I’ll grab some food from a stall.”

“I’ll hunt for crisp ale.”

Daytime drinking plans in full swing, their work ethic was nonexistent. Refreshingly blatant sabotage.

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“Whoa, undead! Why here… Wait, those guys from before?”

A boy entering the alley yelped at the undead laborers. It was the young adventurer from the herb quest.

His face screamed, These guys again?

“Hey, thanks for last time. Helped a ton. We’re proper adventurers now!”

“Proper…?”

In his common sense, necromancers don’t summon undead in town, let alone for chores.

If they lost control, it’d be catastrophic.

“Look, since you helped me, a word of advice: don’t summon undead in town.”

“No way! I thought we’d clear all F-rank quests with these…!”

“All of them? What were you thinking, lady?”

“They don’t tire! Cleaning, laundry, errands—perfect, right?”

Right on cue, an undead growled, “Grr…” Likely resenting its boss.

“Yikes, no way! If these showed up, clients would faint!”

“Haha, kid, we’ve got a plan. Yuri and I act eager, charm the client. When they’re gone, Eremia summons undead. We return looking exhausted. Brilliant, right?”

“That’ll get you demoted if it gets out. Stop it.”

The boy scolded Lucius with a straight face.

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“So, what’re you doing here? Live nearby?”

“Yeah, sorta. The orphanage I owe a lot to is close. I was heading to drop off this month’s earnings.”

Scratching his head shyly, the boy answered casually.

His noble act hit the four like sunlight on vampires.

“Gah, the light! My darkness… it’s being illuminated!”

“Ugh, this guilt hurts… Why, when we’ve done nothing?”

“We haven’t done anything wrong…!”

“The problem’s we’ve done nothing…”

Four adults slacking and drinking versus a boy supporting an orphanage. The stark contrast pierced the deadbeats.

Then—

“Oi, where’s this month’s protection money, huh!? Can’t pay, get out!”

“No way, a price hike? Nobody told us…!”

A cliché exchange echoed from the main street.

Yuri’s ears perked up.

“Hey, is that orphanage strapped for cash? Being targeted by racketeers?”

“Y-Yeah! That’s why I became an adventurer! Damn those guys…”

Face tense, the boy started running, but Yuri stopped him, flashing a smug grin.

“Textbook event! Then it’s obviously our time to shine!”

The boy’s face tensed for a different reason.

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“We heard everything!”

“Kukuku, perfect timing… No, bad luck for you punks! Crossing me was your downfall!”

“We’re not guilty for slacking… I mean, a righteous adventurer party passing by!”

“Guilt’s killing me, so we’re using this to cover it!”

The four’s true motives spilled out. Eremia didn’t even hide it.

To drown their guilt, they confronted the thugs. The sudden turn left the orphanage’s middle-aged matron and the gang dumbfounded.

“Who’re these guys? Hired muscle…?”

“Fufu, we’re just kind passersby. But we’re skilled enough to tie you up and sink you.”

“Beat ‘em half-dead and scare ‘em off. Easy job!”

It was unclear who the real thugs were. The racketeers hadn’t resorted to violence yet, just threats.

The adventurers, however, were ready to throw down.

Unfortunately, Eremia’s battle lust triggered undead to pour from the alley.

The racketeers froze. What kind of muscle summons undead in town? Unless…

(Underworld assassins…!)

Their legs shook. Had they unknowingly crossed another gang’s turf?

And hired a nutcase necromancer to erase them? They were convinced.

“R-Run! We ain’t coming back!”

“Boss, wait!”

The thugs scattered like roaches.

The matron paled and hid.

Left were the puzzled four and their idle undead army.

“Huh? They ran. Weird, isn’t it cliché for them to go, ‘We’ve got numbers, get ‘em!’?”

“My minions tipped the scales.”

“Aw, I thought we’d get an ‘protect the orphanage’ mission.”

“N-No… you saved the orphanage. I don’t get you guys, but…”

The boy sighed deeply.

The racketeers wouldn’t return after facing undead. In that sense, they were saved.

But he worried about rumors of an “undead orphanage.”

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The quest was completed, bringing Yuri’s group closer to E-rank.

“By the way, there’ve been undead sightings nearby… Eremia? Anything to say? You do, right?”

“W-Well… I don’t know what you mean…”

Undead Queen Eremia, who listed “Skill: Undead Summoning” on her guild form.

The receptionist’s lecture lasted thirty minutes.

Chapter 22: The Naughty Fireplay of the Sparkling Maid (Part 1)

“Wow, it’s wild today too… So much action.”

“No surprise Hero-sama’s that impressive, huh?”

“Gotta be, with this every day.”

In the late afternoon at the detached palace, in a cleared-out bedroom, three maids surrounded a bed still marked with last night’s passionate traces.

All three were beauties who could be reader models in Yuri’s homeworld.

No wonder—the palace maids were hired prioritizing youth and looks. All by the king’s design.

In short, girls “ready for Yuri to make a move on.” And since Yuri’s eyes wandered every time he passed them, the king’s ploy was a smashing success.

“Whoa, there’s crusty stuff on the sheets…”

“Sometimes it splashes on the walls, so watch out.”

“Okay… Yikes, it did splash. Hero-sama’s got stamina.”

Over a week into palace life, these young maids cleaned sticky sheets and semen-stained walls daily. Yuri, carefree, hadn’t realized, but he’d die of embarrassment if he did.

Teenage girls, brimming with sexual curiosity, handling the aftermath of sex—it’s only natural their interest piqued.

“This is Hero-sama’s seed, huh…”

A bold maid, Juliet, scooped the pungent fluid with her finger, bringing it close to inspect.

“Whoa, what a smell… Nn, I might not sleep tonight… ♡”

“Hey, stop getting horny and work, Juliet.”

“N-No, Juliet-chan, you can’t play with Hero-sama’s precious stuff…”

Giggling and chatting noisily while cleaning. Palace maids were more disciplined, but the detached palace hired young beauties for looks, serving a laid-back Yuri. Discipline was bound to slip.

Gossip spread like in a girls’ school, with “how many girls Hero-sama’s claimed” being prime fodder.

Of course, practical matters mixed in.

“But, like, Hero-sama hasn’t touched any maids yet. He’s all over Clara, though.”

“Clara’s his personal maid. She’s been the perfect maid since the royal palace days.”

“Jealous…”

The three sighed. Chosen for looks, serving the savior hero, they dreamed of climbing the social ladder.

But the competition—Lunaria’s ethereal beauty, Clara’s perfection, Vera’s charisma—was discouragingly fierce.

Still, they couldn’t help aiming for a chance. The maids weren’t without strategies.

“Clara’s route’s impossible for me, so I’m going bold!”

“You shocked me showing up in that maid outfit, Juliet. You didn’t get in trouble?”

“Nope, Princess Lunaria said, ‘That approach might work’ and praised me!”

“Juliet-chan, you’re crazy brave sometimes.”

Juliet’s secret weapon was a custom-modified maid outfit.

A skirt cut daringly at the thighs. A neckline showing cleavage. Strawberry-pink, provocative coloring.

Inspired by tavern wenches, it was groundbreaking for this world.

It suited the lively, short-haired blonde, but it was the kind of design that’d get you fired at the royal palace.

(Though a certain princess owned a similar maid outfit, that’s another story.)

“Alright! Wait for me, Hero-sama! I’m definitely getting claimed!”

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“Achoo! …Someone talking about me?”

The hero in question, oblivious to being targeted.

Since moving day, he’d been eyeing the maids.

Young, gorgeous girls in cute maid outfits, living with him daily—how could he not leer?

He’d stare, entranced, at a maid’s swaying hips while she cleaned windows.

So.

Lucky or not, when Yuri passed Juliet in the hallway, he couldn’t stop staring. Her flashy, maid-café-style outfit screamed attention.

Her playful, upturned eyes and suggestive smile radiated coy, devilish charm. Long lashes added a sparkly, gyaru vibe.

Above all, her tight neckline hugged her voluptuous breasts, cleavage fully exposed, begging to be poked.

“Nn? Heehee, like my maid outfit, Hero-sama?”

Juliet didn’t let up.

Hands clasped behind her, she leaned forward, batting her eyes seductively. The angle perfectly framed her cleavage for his gaze.

Yuri fell for it, gawking at the valley of her white, round breasts.

“Y-Yeah, cute design, totally.”

“Yay!”

(Got him!)

Thrilled by his praise and her plan’s success, Juliet bounced excitedly.

Her already short skirt fluttered, flashing her underwear.

Shockingly pink.

Yuri’s superhuman vision caught it clearly. A hero in every sense.

“Oh, what’s your name?”

“Juliet! Remember it, Hero-sama♪”

No chance of forgetting.

Her shocking pink panties and name were seared into Yuri’s brain.