Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 27 & 28

Chapter 27: The Melancholy of High-Class Courtesan Reza (Part 3)

“You’re not just too strong—it’s beyond that. Sorry, cutie, but you’d better get more lovers. One girl alone would break.”

“I-I see…”

After five rounds in various positions.

On the bed, during their talk, Yuri faced harsh reality.

Reza, entwined with him, occasionally licked his neck, prepping for round six. A high-class courtesan’s service spirit was relentless.

“And you’ve been cumming inside without hesitation, right? What if a baby happens?”

Chuckling, she dropped a bombshell. Yuri froze, unable to admit he’d never thought about it while creampying recklessly.

“I-I’d take responsibility…”

“Hm. Make a one-night courtesan your mistress, concubine, or nth wife? Don’t say that lightly, cutie.

A bad woman like me might trap you.”

Chuu, chuu, kissing his lips, pressing her huge breasts against him—Yuri wanted to be trapped.

He almost begged for it, but her finger gently stopped him.

“Of course, as a courtesan, I take medicine to avoid pregnancy. But it’s not foolproof.

I don’t know who you’re sleeping with.

But whoever it is, if it happens, at least provide money. It’s easy for guys to finish, but it’s tough for girls.”

Her words stabbed deep. Yuri took unprecedented damage, nearly rolling off the bed.

None of them seemed to be taking that medicine…!

Starting with the princess, they were eager to conceive. Noble ladies even begged, “Let me bear your lineage,” spouting dangerous lines.

“…Hey, that look. Are they all not taking it?”

“P-Probably… I mean, yeah, most likely, definitely.”

“Troubled boy… I can’t just leave you be. Tell me more?”

Yuri spilled everything: arriving in this world, making three friends, adventuring worldwide, aiming to rise as an adventurer.

Seducing noble ladies, bedding a maid—everything, laid bare.

Like with Juliet, Yuri couldn’t hold back during pillow talk.

“Fufu, you tell fun stories, cutie.

Even if you’re too shy to admit the truth… use what you learned today, okay?”

“Hey, I’m not lying!”

“Gods, you’re such a kid.”

Such a naive, childish client was a first for Reza. Even her seasoned heart faltered, growing fond.

(This is bad.)

Inwardly, Reza sighed melancholically. Connecting with a client brought no good.

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“Morning already…”

“Ohh…”

They’d gone at it all night.

No sleep, greeting dawn, Yuri was dazed.

Naturally, Reza dubbed him “the most incredible client ever,” forcing him to accept it.

Still, he felt leveled up as a man—a delusion from sleepless adrenaline.

“Thanks for today! I’ll definitely be back!”

Reza smiled awkwardly at his enthusiastic gratitude.

It felt like gaining a little brother, ticklish yet warm. But she had to say it.

“Hey, cutie. Don’t get too attached to me. Especially with girls who love you. Good men don’t make their lovers cry.”

“Sorry for growing up a playboy…!”

“Haha, that’s not it. Places like this? They milk men and women dry, like vampires profiting.

The house probably wants to squeeze you for all you’re worth.

If you’re turning back, now’s your chance.”

Yuri’s brow twitched.

A subtle move, but one Reza, skilled at reading men, missed. His party would’ve panicked, sensing a dangerous shift.

“…Won’t you get in trouble for that, Reza-san?”

“I’m fine. I’m a top earner, and I’ve nothing precious left anyway.

But you’re different, right?”

“I think you’re precious too, Reza-san.”

Yuri’s nonchalant, off-target reply.

Yet Reza’s gut told her: he was speaking pure truth.

“Don’t tease your big sister.”

Her face flushed inexplicably. Like a virgin, she sighed inwardly.

Yuri rummaged in his bag, offering an amulet.

“This is a super reliable charm! Protects against most things, a handy item, so take it!”

“Uh? Oh, thanks…”

“If anything happens, my friends’ll come via gacha! I set it so someone super dependable shows up!”

What a cute boy, Reza smiled, unaware of what she’d received.

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Hours later.

Her last conversation overheard, Reza was dragged by the house’s men to an outskirts warehouse, locked up.

Leading the brutes was the elderly clerk who greeted Yuri—the manager, a man steeped in dark rumors.

A big player in the capital’s underbelly.

“You’re trouble… He was a prime customer.

Some punishment might be needed.”

“…Right.”

Reza gave a wry smile, staring blankly.

She knew him well: a cold, merciless man who’d laugh while cutting tendons of fleeing courtesans. Some were likely killed.

Would she face the same, or worse?

In this dire moment, she thought of that boyish, smiling client. I’m losing it.

“No worries, we won’t scar your face—valuable merchandise.”

He brandished a sharp knife.

Guess I won’t walk after today, she thought, oddly detached.

Bi! Bi! Bi!

The amulet blazed red, shrieking.

Yuri’s words echoed: My friends’ll come via gacha.

No way, a prince on a white horse? Then the amulet spoke.

*“Emergency alert! Emergency alert!

Activating summoning magic: ‘Sensei, please!’

Gacha result… Super Rare! Undead Queen! Watch the skies!”*

Zumomomomo—black mist poured out, forming a dark hole in the air. The men sensed doom. Something bad was coming.

And it came.

Something very bad.

“Fugya! What the hell! Interrupting my nap with this half-assed summon… that playboy! I’ll crush him!”

Emerging from the hole, crashing to the ground, and rising in fury—

The most terrifying thing: Eremia, the Undead Queen, nap interrupted.

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“Ugh… So, I’m summoned, meaning… you’re that idiot’s enemies?”

Cracking her neck and knuckles, Eremia was raring to go—or rather, to vent.

Surrounded by tough thugs in an empty warehouse, she showed no fear. Reza timidly spoke.

“Uh… are you… Yuri-boya’s friend?” 

“Yuri boya…? Pfft, kukukuku! Boy, huh? Spot on!

Yeah, I’m that playboy’s pal. I’m Eremia, nice to meet… what’s your name?”

“Reza. I’m his…”

What was she to him?

Nothing. Just a one-night courtesan.

Eremia breezed past her hesitation.

“Being that idiot’s friend is a chore, right? Haha, I get it.

He’s not that bad, so treat him well.

But I’m definitely punching him for this nap.”

Grinning, fearless to a fault.

Surrounded by rogue adventurers and a psychopathic manager, Reza couldn’t help but laugh.

“He said someone super dependable would come.”

“Hah, he said that? Well, duh—it’s me.

Now, bad news for you small fries.

I’m Eremia, Tyrant of Necropolis, Godslayer, Undead Queen.

All shadows are my domain, and my people lurk within.”

Uzozozozozo

Her shadow—no, every shadow cast by those present—spread with a grating uzozo. It filled the warehouse, blackened walls, turned the ceiling to night, and kept growing.

Called small fries, the men should’ve been furious, but chilling dread froze them.

Like being trapped in a coffin deep in a dim graveyard.

Even the ruthless manager felt terror akin to awe.

“Come, my undead, my minions. Show the power he relied on!”

Nururi.

Hands, hands, hands. Black, bony hands crawled from the shadows.

Shuu, shuu, hissing with grudge-filled voices, red-eyed undead emerged one after another.

Not like the ditch-cleaning minions. Eremia, serious, summoned a horde of the dead.

The capital’s darkness clashed with Necropolis’s darkness!

“Ehh…”

Reza let out a dumbfounded noise. This is cheating, right? The thugs likely thought the same.

“Shuu, shuu!”

“Eee! Stay back, stay back!!!”

The men lost all fight, but the undead, full of vigor, attacked relentlessly, allowing no resistance.

It was too easy.

Snapping arms and legs, they disabled the men effortlessly. The power gap was too vast for a fight.

The manager’s arm was broken, pinned to the ground.

“Honestly, I don’t want that idiot getting too serious.

When the evil god appeared, know what he said? ‘Super cliché!’ He’s nuts.

I don’t wanna think about him getting serious.”

Eremia spoke, as if to herself, not the groaning men. Reza heard every word.

“So, killing you’d be cleanest, but Lunaria asked me to go easy. I’ll leave you half-dead.”

Crouching, she yanked the manager’s face up.

Staring into his terrified eyes, she spoke coldly.

“Remember who you picked a fight with.”

The manager passed out.

Chapter 28: Prime Minister Daniel, Transfer Agent Extraordinaire

“Phew, phew, h-here’s to Her Majesty Eremia’s splendid mood… This Daniel humbly rejoices, cough, cough!

This time, for crushing criminals, I’m truly, truly grateful, yes!”

Reza stood dumbfounded as events unfolded rapidly.

The brothel manager, a pillar of the city’s dark underbelly, was crushed in seconds.

Eremia started a telepathic call, and within thirty minutes, an absurdly lavish carriage screeched in. Breakneck speed.

Watching a high-ranking figure grovel to Eremia, Reza wondered, Who the hell is that boy?

“Sorry for dragging you into the cleanup.”

“No, no! Not a bother at all! Please, rely on this Daniel…!”

Daniel was summoned for a rough reason. After Eremia thrashed the thugs, she wondered what to do and telepathically contacted Lunaria, thinking, She’s a princess, she’ll handle it!

Hearing “The Undead Queen half-killed thugs in the city,” the prime minister bolted, carriage flying at top speed.

All to shield the capital from collateral damage!

The hero’s party was notoriously bad at holding back.

“Man, summoned by that idiot for this? Well, I’m heading back… but first, gotta call him.”

“Your friend was in danger, so I saved her. Now get over here.”

As Eremia sent the telepathic message, at “your friend was in danger,” the void flashed, and the savior hero teleported in, more fired up than when slaying an evil god.

“Damn it! Targeting Reza-san? They’ve got guts!

Me, Yuri, Eremia, and I’ll call Lucius and Agamemnon to crush ‘em!”

Naturally, he stood back-to-back with Eremia, covering blind spots—a battle stance honed over six months of adventuring.

Casually activating a summoning spell, he scanned the room, saw the pile of battered bodies, and paused.

“Huh, it’s already over?”

“…I saved your friend from danger, but you didn’t listen to the end.

Fine. How dare you interrupt my nap, playboy!”

Guge!

A solid right straight sent the hero flying.

Gorogoro, batan! He rolled spectacularly, crashed, then stood as if nothing happened.

“Ouch! My bad! Sorry!”

“Ugh. Next time, summon yourself.”

“Yeah, but summoning myself loops and breaks the spell.”

“Oh, right. I’ll ask Agamemnon for a workaround later. I’m out.”

“Thanks!”

Eremia vanished via teleportation.

Prime Minister Daniel let out a massive sigh.

He’d heard the gist, but this was too much. Why does the hero call evil-god-slaying teammates for street punks?

Head in hands, Daniel was pitied by Reza.

“You’re one of that boy’s people, right? Thanks. He’s a bit too overprotective.”

“…I don’t know you, but yes. Couldn’t he summon someone less… extreme?”

“I didn’t know this amulet was that dramatic. I’ll tell him, but first—”

Reza strode to Yuri, her face flushed, almost like a smitten maiden.

“Hey, cutie.”

“Reza-san! You’re okay!? Man, I didn’t expect it to trigger in hours—nn!?”

Her soft hands cupped his cheeks, stealing a forceful, sweet, passionate, romantic kiss.

“Fufu, thanks… You’re like a prince on a white horse. No wonder girls can’t leave you alone.”

“Pwah! C-Come on, that’s not me!”

Watching, Daniel thought, You saved the world, dude!

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“Oh, what a mess… Er, Miss Reza, was it?

This king is ashamed to learn there are still corners of the city my eyes don’t reach.”

“Uh, no, it’s not…”

Reza was at a loss.

The manager and his goons were obliterated, but it didn’t end there.

First, Daniel said, “There might be remnants! Why not come to the palace for safety, Miss Reza?”—and she was baffled.

“Yeah, the palace is safe!” Yuri chimed in, as if it were obvious, making her eyes widen.

Riding a lavish carriage, she arrived at the actual palace. In the audience chamber, she sat on a plush sofa, flattered by the king.

It made no sense.

“Man, I’m shocked. Thought it was a legit place, but it had that dark side.”

“…I’m more shocked by you. You know His Majesty? Are you that big a deal?”

“Nah, I’m not that important.”

The king and Daniel facepalmed in unison.

He’s clueless.

“…The hero is a marquess.”

“Oh, right! My bad!”

Reza’s eyes bugged out.

“Hero? Marquess?”

It sounded absurd, but it explained everything.

The overpowered amulet, the world-class bodyguard, the prime minister’s lightning response.

All the insane events tied to one word: hero.

Sighing, Reza thought, Savior hero.

She stared at him, but no matter how she looked, he was just a needy little brother.

“…Hey, cutie, don’t stress adults out, okay? You’ll give me a heart attack if you don’t explain.”

“Sorry about that!”

This dynamic felt right. Calling him “hero” didn’t suit. Feeling oddly refreshed, Reza embraced it.

Watching, the king and Daniel’s hearts aligned.

Finally, a candidate to rein in the hero!!

“Splendid, splendid!

Say, Miss Reza, until things settle, stay at the palace. How about… becoming the hero’s advisor?”

“Great idea, Prime Minister! The hero needs guidance sometimes. An advisor—perfect!”

“Eh!?”

Rank didn’t matter anymore. The king and Daniel were desperate.

Reza froze at the wild proposal.

“You might not realize, but I’m a courtesan. An advisor to a marquess? That’s a bad look.”

“No, no! This king sees you’re perfect for it!”

“This prime minister agrees—aptitude over status!”

They glanced at Yuri, spouting blatant bias. Angering the hero was bad, and he needed a leash.

We can’t let this talent slip!

Their eyes spoke volumes.

“Hm, Reza-san, what do you think? It’s a sudden career change, no terms set, but… I’d be happy if you’d be my advisor.”

“…Ugh, you’re unfair, cutie. With those eyes, how can I say no?

Fine. I’ll give it a shot, advisor or whatever.”

“Woohoo!”

Yuri spun joyfully, the king and Daniel clapping in celebration.

The farce settled, and Reza cleared her throat with a kohon.

“But what about the brothel? My job’s not something you just quit tomorrow.

This feels like an exception, though.”

“Yeah, Eremia sank ‘em all. Want me to wake them for a ‘talk’? I can go myself or bring scarier guys!

Dragon King and Demon King together? Total intimidation interview, guaranteed results!”

Terrifying words.

The king and Daniel felt the ground drop.

“H-Hero, that’s…!”

“Hey, no, cutie. Don’t escalate. You’re too protective.”

Kotsun, she tapped his head. “Sorry!” Yuri grinned, oddly happy. The king and Daniel sighed in relief.

“Hero, leave talks to this Daniel!

Miss Reza won’t need to step in—I’ll handle it smoothly!”

“Yeah, you’re way better at negotiating than me.”

“Haha, this Daniel’s dealt with cutthroat merchants! Now, Miss Reza, may I ask who to contact?”

Thus, Daniel saved the capital again.

The half-dead thugs and manager were arrested by guards and jailed—a masterful negotiation (physical).

Somehow, the brothel, with no staff left, became Yuri’s property. Hearing this, Reza tilted her head.

“Uh… Prime Minister, I don’t get why…”

“The hero needs room to spread his wings. Preparing ahead can’t hurt.”

Prime Minister Daniel. A man who gets things done.