Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 25 & 26

Chapter 25: The Melancholy of High-Class Courtesan Reza (Part 1)

Once again, in the dark wilderness.

Facing his usual crew, Yuri, as casually as possible, timed his question for when the drinks had loosened tongues—a doubt sparked during his romp with Juliet.

“I’ve been thinking… maybe my sex drive’s a bit stronger than most. What do you guys think?”

“““A bit?!?!”””

Is your head okay?

Their eyes screamed it, and Yuri faceplanted into the dirt.

“Hey, playboy, you senile already? How many girls have you been with lately? Oh, right, too many to count!”

“You’re past comparing to humans! More like a donkey or a horse—there’s a term for it.”

“I’m stuck pondering what ‘a bit’ even means…”

They tore him apart.

With his track record, Yuri had no comeback.

He ended up spilling everything: bedding another maid, being called overly vigorous, wondering if something was off. Honestly, no secrets held back.

“““Playboy!”””

They looked at him like garbage.

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“Hm… so, you’re aiming for the human rapid-fire record and want to know how far ahead you are?”

“No need to worry! If there was a rapid-fire Olympics, you’d be the runaway champ!”

“I’ve lived long, but never seen a male as insatiable as you. Rest easy.”

“That’s not what I meant! Treating me like a stud…! I know I deserve it, but…!”

He couldn’t deny it.

Feeling hollow, his voice dropped.

“Yeah… sex takes two, right? If I’m just thinking of myself while thrusting, I’m no better than a stud…

I thought I’d grown with all this experience, but my heart’s still a virgin, unchanged…”

“Ugh, he’s reciting poetry and getting depressed. Lucius, do something—you’re both vaguely human-shaped males.”

“Aye, demon or human, not much difference.”

“…I’m not thrilled being lumped with him, but fine! Kukuku, Hero! Your Demon King has a brilliant idea.

It’s because you keep bedding virgins! You need experienced older women…!”

“No way… Demon King, you mean?!”

“Exactly—visit a brothel!”

Friendship. After half a year in this world, Yuri finally grasped its meaning.

Eremia and Agamemnon watched the two, seeing another piece of trash added to the pile.

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“Alright, let’s do this!”

The next day, at dusk, in the heart of the main street, a fired-up Yuri stood ready.

Normally, a hero hunting for brothels would spark gossip: “That hero, with a harem, now hitting brothels?” “Scum!” But Yuri was unknown to the public.

No parades, holed up in the palace post-world-saving, his tale spread as “The Caged Hero.” Embellished with fins, tails, and horns, it was unrecognizable. He’d faint hearing the nickname.

Those involved would sigh, “If only it were that simple.”

“Hey, mister, which way’s the nightlife district?”

“Hm? Head south. Past the adventurer’s guild, there’s a street with taverns. At your age… eh, you’ll manage.”

The passerby grinned, tucking his thumb between his fingers. Yuri gave a thumbs-up, grinning back. Man to man, across worlds, their thoughts aligned.

The goal: the red-light district. Far racier, more dangerous, and dazzling than modern Japan!

Passing the familiar guild, the vibe shifted. Armored, weapon-wielding adventurers roamed.

Living beside death, they sought fleeting pleasure in the pleasure district.

A street Yuri had never stepped into unfolded like a true otherworld.

“Whoa.”

A culture shock for Yuri.

Scantily clad women lined the streets, chatting with adventurers. Deals struck, they slipped into alleys, sultry ahn, ahn moans echoing.

Some tucked coins into cleavage, parading to inns.

Garish red-painted love hotels screamed their purpose.

A wild night with a street girl was tempting, but tonight, Yuri was an explorer, seeking the depths of man-woman relations, chasing wisdom.

He hunted for a refined, high-class establishment. Luckily or not, the district stretched endlessly, and building styles hinted at price tiers.

One stood out: a white mansion. From the second-floor windows, stunning beauties smiled gracefully, beckoning. Clad in lavish dresses, their fingers sparkled with gemmed rings.

Definitely high-end.

Yuri was drawn in like a moth.

“Welcome. Seeking a night’s dream?”

A courteous elderly man greeted him.

Nervous but determined, Yuri stated his goal.

“Uh, I’d like an experienced older woman to… you know…”

“I see. Pardon, but we require payment upfront, unlike others. We offer the finest women, so may I check your funds?”

“Oh, sure. Is this enough?”

Yuri plopped down a sack of gold coins, casually withdrawn from the palace vault.

Clueless about the world, he didn’t know, but to the clerk, this was absurdly lavish.

“Of course… We’ll take three coins.”

“Just three?”

“We’re high-class, but not that expensive.”

The clerk smirked inwardly. This guy knew nothing of market rates—a perfect cash cow.

To secure him, they’d pick their best woman.

While plotting to empty that sack, the clerk led Yuri to an elegant salon where a woman sipped tea gracefully.

“A customer?”

Brunette hair, mid-twenties, a breathtaking beauty fit to be called a courtesan. Not just gorgeous, she exuded sultry allure, his heart sounding alarms: This woman will ruin men.

But men don’t stop for warnings.

“Y-Yes… I’m Yuri, nice to meet you…”

The clerk had vanished, leaving Yuri and her alone in the salon.

“Fufu, thanks for the courtesy. I’m Reza. Nice to meet you, cute boy.”

Thus began his night’s adventure.

Chapter 26: The Melancholy of High-Class Courtesan Reza (Part 2)

“You’re nervous, aren’t you, cutie? Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon…”

“Y-Yes!”

Reza stood, her mermaid dress hugging her curves—ample breasts, slim waist, plump hips forming an hourglass silhouette, flaunted shamelessly.

The glamorous beauty approached a stiff Yuri.

Her glossy brunette hair cascaded to her waist. Long lashes framed her eyes, a melancholy mole beneath adding allure.

A mature, shadowed beauty—rare among Yuri’s usual crowd.

“Nn…”

Their lips met. More than that, her graceful hand slid around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“N, muchuu, chuu… Fufu, cute face, but you’re quite experienced, huh?”

“Uh, well, lately I’ve been… I’ve got some girls I’m with, yeah.”

“Oh, quite the playboy. Yet you’re here for a courtesan? Naughty boy.”

“S-Sorry…”

Yuri slipped into polite speech.

Bedding countless noble ladies, regularly creampying the princess, entangled with maids—then hitting a brothel? Truly irredeemable.

But this time, Yuri had a reason.

“I think my sex drive’s a bit too strong. I want an older woman to tell me how much.”

“Hm? Your girls can’t tell you?”

“Well, they were all… first-timers…”

“Well, aren’t you a ladykiller. A genius at plucking flowers. So, you want to test your limits with a courtesan like me?”

“Ohf!”

Her delicate hand slipped into his pants, fondling him.

“Let’s move to a room. A comfy bedroom’s waiting. We’ll have fun till you’re satisfied, all night long?”

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The room was drenched in crimson.

Carpet, walls, even the bed—all red.

The canopied bed, veiled in lace curtains, oozed a secretive, lascivious vibe.

“Will you undress me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Reza sat on the bed, back turned, smiling.

Yuri, no stranger to undressing women, felt his heart race as he untied her back.

No woman he’d met displayed her body as alluringly as Reza.

Bare shoulders, plunging neckline, and back—her dazzling white skin.

As the silk dress slid off, her naked body was breathtakingly sensual. Her breasts, perhaps melons, seemed larger than her dress suggested.

Turning, Reza smiled and reclined on the crimson sheets.

“Oh, wow…”

“Ahn, don’t rush. My body’s high-class, so savor it slowly, deeply, okay?”

“B-But, this is…”

“Nn, fuu… Naughty boy, already.”

Like under a spell, Yuri couldn’t stop, kneading her breasts feverishly.

Not content with hands, he sucked the other, rolling her nipple with his tongue.

Sweet, plaintive moans echoed in the sultry room, her voice poised, actress-like.

This woman could handle any desire. That thought drove Yuri’s hands wild—kneading, squeezing, roughly playing with her breasts.

“You love breasts, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Vary your touch. Not just from the front—sides, below, mix it up. Some women don’t feel it in their chest, but tease the nipples right, and they will.”

Reza was a master teacher, using her seductive body to instruct in lovemaking.

“L-Like this?”

“Nn, yes, good… Haha, here’s a reward.”

Her graceful hand guided his to her lower abdomen.

Her most precious, secret place. His fingers teased, kuchuri, kuchuri.

“No need to hold back. Put your cock in me, okay?”

“Oh, Reza-san, I can’t…”

Yuri climbed atop her glamorous form, instinct driving his cock into her sweet spot.

N yururi, parting soft folds, a raw sensation enveloped him.

Her insides were meltingly hot.

Complex, writhing, clinging—a masterpiece of a pussy, obvious from the first thrust.

“Ohh… Feels so good…”

“Fufu, your cock’s big and strong. Don’t hold back, move it zupo zupo.”

Stroked on the head, whispered to sweetly, Yuri moved his hips mindlessly.

Gazing at her rippling body, he gripped her S-curved waist, pounding like a stake.

“Ahn, you’re reaching deep! Try moving to rub my insides more…?”

“L-Like this?”

“Nnn! Yes, yes, explore more. Uncover me.”

As requested, he probed her delicate depths, moving up, down, side to side. He hit a sweet spot.

“Ahn, there, that’s it, keep hitting it!”

Grinding deep as she urged, her gorgeous body trembled, hips swaying seductively.

Her soft pussy tightened, kyu kyu, drawing him deeper.

A seasoned beauty moaned ahn ahn to his rhythm.

More—she furrowed her brow, reached out, begging for kisses.

Yuri thrust diligently, his endless stamina—evil-god-slaying level—stimulating her experienced hole.

“Nnn, for a cutie, you’re incredible… Ei!”

“Ohf!”

Her hips writhed, trying to make him burst. Gritting his teeth, he kept pistoning, aiming to please her more.

Man and woman, each striving to pleasure the other, deeply entwined, sharing melting ecstasy.

Their chemistry was perfect. Joined at the hips, melding, Yuri felt an illusion of oneness—his first time so in sync.

“Ah, gonna cum!”

“Nn, haa… Fufu, so energetic.”

Feeling her raw warmth, he unleashed grandly. His abdomen quaked, spraying seed to impregnate his perfect match.

Pounding pan pan, he spilled every drop, howling like an idiot.

So good. Mind-numbingly good sex.

“N, chuu, muchuu.”

“Haan, you’re so passionate in bed… ♡”

Monkey-like, Yuri stole her lips repeatedly, marking her. His half-hard cock swiftly regained its edge.

Reza recalled his earlier words.

“What, already?”

“Reza-san, Reza-san!”

“Kya, too fast, you’re back too quick♪”

With tireless vigor, he began zun zun pressing.

Reza’s sex-seasoned body welcomed him passionately. Yuri applied her lessons, moving deftly to heighten their pleasure.

Moaning sweetly, their melting sex continued endlessly.