Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 29 & 30

Chapter 29: Saintess vs. the Evil God’s Lust (Part 1)

~A serious epic of the Saintess clashing with the Evil God: Recap~

• • The Hero claimed, “Succumbing to temptation is due to the Evil God’s remnants.”

• • His friends mocked it as a joke and spread it around the palace.

• • The Saintess summoned him. ←NEW!

In this world, the Mutras Goddess Church is the dominant religion.

Its lax commandments make it an easygoing faith, known for charity and deep public devotion.

In the temple of this church, a girl offered prayers.

“…Saintess, the oracle?”

A priestess asked reverently. The Saintess Beatrice, the temple’s pinnacle at seventeen, a true sheltered maiden raised among shrine maidens, answered.

“The oracle bids us summon the Savior Hero and have him meet a shrine maiden.

It decrees to choose the one most suited to love others.”

“Oh! Then surely, Saintess, you…”

“Not necessarily me. The collective will decides the most suited.”

“Still, I nominate you, Saintess!”

“Thank you, Lena.”

She smiled softly, but her eyes gleamed with resolve, the epitome of a Saintess devoted to faith.

Yet her attendant priestess saw her with worldly eyes.

(*Wow, Saintess has an amazing body. Huge chest, tiny waist. She’s totally perfect for loving someone!*)

The Mutras Goddess Church: a lax, carefree religion.

Teenage girls in the temple are told to “preferably” stay pure, but many have boyfriends, and “preferably” is just that. Same-sex relationships? The goddess says nothing, so yuri vibes flourish among the maidens.

“But… Lena, you mentioned rumors that the Hero suffers from the Evil God’s lust.

This oracle’s timing… He must still be battling the Evil God’s remnants…”

“Y-Yeah, maybe…!”

(Oh crap, what now? She’s taking it seriously!)

The priestess had indeed shared palace gossip with the Saintess.

Words like “Evil God’s remnants” and “Evil God’s lust” were so juicy, she’d spun them into a funny tale—only for the pure Saintess to take it dead seriously. Purity has its downsides.

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“Prayers?”

“Yeah, how about visiting the Mutras Temple? The Saintess wants to talk.”

“Hm, a temple sounds like a hassle… but I kinda wanna meet her.”

“Oh? Planning to seduce the Saintess too? Their rules say stay pure until seventeen. Be careful.”

“N-No, that’s not it!”

It wasn’t.

But inwardly, he thought, Fantasy cliché! Guaranteed gorgeous girl!—a fact.

“Ugh, I’m worried, big sis. The current Saintess just turned seventeen.”

“…With the Savior Hero, even a little mischief gets swept under the rug. I’m starting to worry too.”

“Ugh…”

Yuri collapsed from their utter lack of trust, faceplanting into Clara’s chest.

Her apron dress, stretched by her ample bust, cushioned him perfectly with a poyon.

“Ahn, Hero-sama, you really love women’s breasts… Fufu, tonight… shall we?”

“Please, yes…!”

They casually planned a nighttime tryst.

Surprisingly, Reza, the former courtesan, was the one facepalming.

“Hey, cutie. Your lifestyle’s a bit too wild.”

“Ugh, you think so…?”

“Of course! You’re charming and cool, and I get why girls can’t resist, but…”

Fidgeting and mumbling, Reza caught Lunaria and Clara’s eyes.

What’s this adorable creature…?!

Her mature poise flipped to lovesick maiden too fast.

But the palace’s debauchery—daily carnal festivals—was real. A stopper was vital.

“Maybe a temple visit could help. Your lust… might, uh, calm down a bit…”

“Hehe, Mutras is a goddess for girls.

She grants fertility, smooths out bedroom matters—a perfect fit, right?”

Yuri wanted to yell, Perfect for what?! But Clara, meaningfully rubbing her belly, added,

“She blesses safe childbirth too… Not needed now, but maybe later…”

“Uh, yeah.”

Despite no pregnancy, her overwhelming maternal aura crushed his resistance instantly.

Thus, Yuri was bound for the Mutras Temple.

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“This… isn’t right…”

An hour’s carriage ride later, atop a hill near the capital, Yuri stood stunned before the seven-story temple.

A garish flower wreath, like a pachinko parlor’s opening, adorned the gate.

From upper floors, girls squealed kyaa kyaa, scattering petals.

“Come, Hero-sama!”

“Uh, okay…”

It felt so un-temple-like.

Vivid colors—red, orange—painted the building.

Inside, flamboyantly decorated statues lined the halls.

“Hey, he’s way younger than I thought!”

“Yeah, kinda childish… Hehe, maybe we’ll teach him the goddess’s ways, hands-on… jururi.”

“Hey, stop fantasizing! Girlfriend-havers, behave!”

“Okay~”

White-robed shrine maidens chattered like high school girls after class, their talk rather spicy.

“Fufu, everyone’s smitten with Hero-sama.”

“T-Thanks…”

It felt eerily like the palace’s vibe.

Yuri shook his head frantically. This is a temple! A pure maiden sanctuary! I’m here to pray! He chanted internally.

“Rumor says he’s super insatiable!”

“No way! Doesn’t look it!”

He nearly tripped at their words.

Mutras Goddess Church: a religion lax in rules and discipline.

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“Now, Hero-sama, to the sanctuary where the Saintess awaits.”

Guided by a priestess, Yuri climbed stairs. Up to the fourth floor, it was a high school girl gossip fest, but it quieted higher up, with fewer people.

He stopped one floor shy of the top.

“The topmost floor is the Holy of Holies, accessible only with the Saintess. Apologies, but please meet her here…”

“Got it.”

Yuri wasn’t devout. His main goals were his first otherworld prayer and grabbing a charm as a souvenir.

Entering the hall, he saw her on a raised dais.

“Oh, Hero-sama… I’ve been awaiting you.

I am Beatrice, this era’s Saintess. Pleased to meet you.”

“…Yeah…”

His thoughts blanked for a moment.

Bathed in sunlight, the girl was a mystical beauty, like a fairy. Her platinum blonde hair shimmered like moonlight, flowing past her waist, far lovelier than any precious metal.

Seventeen, they said. Indeed, her face retained a youthful charm.

Her expression was soft, exuding a gentle aura.

“I summoned you for a divine purpose. Our goddess Mutras decreed that you meet ‘the one most suited to love others.’

Though it shames me, the temple’s consensus chose me.”

“…The one most suited to love others, huh.”

Staring at Beatrice’s face, Yuri was entranced. Stunning.

His gaze drifted down… Her thin robe, backlit, revealed the oracle’s meaning.

What do you eat to get like that? Her bust was massive, her waist wasp-like, her hips and thighs plump, perfect for bearing healthy babies. A body made for love.

Her silhouette alone made him swallow hard. Yuri ogled shamelessly.

Beatrice smiled gently, a true saintly smile before a brazen voyeur.

“Now, please, behold.”

“Huh?”

She flung open her robe, baring her body. Yuri panicked.

Panicked, but ogled. Her nipples were a perfect pink. Her purun bust, easily I-cup, was overwhelming. And her pubic hair… platinum blonde!

The Savior Hero gawked at nature’s love-crafted miracle. He missed the priestess beside him, clenching her fist, thumb between fingers, signaling, Go for it, Saintess!

Chapter 30: Saintess vs. the Evil God’s Lust (Part 2)

The Saintess bared her breathtakingly sensual body for a full thirty seconds.

Yuri, mesmerized, burned the sight into his memory, his mind finally rebooting.

“W-Wah! T-That’s bad, stop!”

He waved his hands frantically, turning away. Too bad—thirty seconds too late.

“It’s fine. This body, nurtured by Lady Mutras, has nothing to be ashamed of…! Besides, having Hero-sama gaze at me makes my heart go doki doki…”

What do I do?

Eyes wide at the rapid turn, Yuri looked to the priestess for help.

She let out a theatrical “Hohoho!” and said,

“Now, I leave the rest to you two, chosen by Lady Mutras…”

“Eh!?”

Like a family ducking out of an arranged marriage meeting, she scampered off with dazzling speed.

“Uh, Beatrice-sama…”

“For the Savior Hero to address me so… Please, call me Beatrice.”

“Okay, Beatrice…”

“Yes! What is it?”

Clenching her fists, she stepped closer with a zuzui. Bright, proactive, super cute—but completely naked.

“Look, a girl shouldn’t bare herself in front of a guy like that.

You need to value yourself more. Guys are wolves, you know.”

His words were correct but sounded so hollow.

Sometimes, truth needs the right speaker. This time, Yuri flunked spectacularly.

“It’s fine. As one who serves the goddess, I’ve remained untouched by men until this age.”

“But I’m a guy!”

“You’re Hero-sama!”

No getting through.

Worse, Beatrice stepped closer, her purun bouncing bust nearly brushing his arm. So close. She smelled amazing.

“I heard you’re battling the Evil God’s lust…!

I was ignorant of what lust meant, but Lena taught me it’s wanting a woman!”

Yuri’s knees buckled.

Sure, he’d made that excuse once. But here? Now?

Talk about karma.

“So… ei!”

“!?”

Purun, poyoyon.

The Saintess suddenly hugged him, her I-cup breasts slamming into his chest with a sound. Huge. Soft.

Yuri froze.

While he was paralyzed, the holy sword in his pants twitched with a bikun, standing tall.

“How is it? I thought wanting a woman meant wanting to touch her…”

“Exactly!”

Beatrice, renowned among Saintesses for her pure heart, gazed up at him with sparkling, innocent eyes.

To do this to such a girl…!

Steeling himself, Yuri rallied the unyielding spirit that defeated the Evil God, ready to pull her away—

“Nn… It’s hard.”

“W-Wah!?”

Her delicate hands wrapped around his back. Her pure lower abdomen pressed against his groin.

Feeling his thing against her body, Yuri froze in shock.

“It’s as Lena said…! When a man wants a woman, this part hardens… You are tormented by lust, aren’t you… Nn.”

Chuu.

A sudden kiss. A head shorter, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging as she pressed her lips to his.

Chuu, chuu, hesitant, pecking kisses, repeated.

The sweet scent of a maiden. Her purupuru, fresh, soft lips.

Not about skill—just sacred.

“N, muu…”

“Hamu, chuu, fuu…”

Her firepower’s too strong. Even an unyielding spirit can’t win here.

His resolve snapped instantly. Yuri wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, marveling at her perfect curves.

Chuu, muchuu… Nn.

Eyes closed dreamily, the stunning beauty clung, kissing repeatedly.

Unable to hold back, Yuri instinctively flicked his tongue, tapping her teeth for a deeper kiss.

Beatrice opened her cute mouth, responding with pero pero, chuchu, tangling tongues and swapping saliva, sinking into a melting depth.

Puha…

“N, ahh…”

As their lips parted, a silver thread connected their mouths.

Her eyes, half-open, glistened, cheeks flushed, looking unsatisfied with an upward glance.

The devil in Yuri whispered, She’s good to go, do it! The angel countered, Defiling an innocent girl… Time for hands-on sex ed! Neither was decent.

As he wrestled with himself, Beatrice’s small hands tightly grabbed his.

Her pure gaze locked onto him, her voice singing softly.

“Hero-sama, shall we visit the Holy of Holies? I’d like to talk… somewhere else.”

“Uh, yeah, let’s change places.”

“Please, this way.”

Hand in hand, lovers’ grip—one a naked girl, the other a guy with a full erection tenting his pants.

This is divine punishment, Yuri thought, heading to the Holy of Holies.

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“This is the Holy of Holies… Ya-Ribeya.”

“Whoever named this, step forward.”

The Holy of Holies was absurdly tacky.

A massive heart-shaped bed draped in shiny pink fabric.

Pillows embroidered with holy script meaning “YES.”

A corner even had a simple shower, meticulously prepared.

“This is a sacred place, accessible only to the Saintess and those she permits.

Here, I believe I can aid your battle…!”

Yeah, no wonder regular shrine maidens are banned.

Yuri got it. With the temple’s loose morals, opening this to those maidens would be chaos.

“Nn…? It smells sweet.”

“We’re burning a secret temple incense. Lena says it’s ideal for calming men.”

“I can guess its effect!”

It clearly wasn’t for relaxation.

But the Saintess herself, standing before him, was far more potent.

“Now, Hero-sama, your clothes…”

“Eh, wait—”

“Kya! It’s my first time seeing a man’s skin…!”

Her clumsy hands stripped him, Yuri helpless.

Blushing at his chest, the Saintess knelt, reached for his pants, and burun—freed his penis.

“…T-This… Is this what swells from the Evil God’s remnants…?

So engorged, it must be painful…”

This was too much.

Yuri, earnest, tried to impart proper knowledge.

“It’s a normal organ for guys. Used for peeing, and, uh, sexy stuff…”

“Sexy stuff… Oh, lust! It’s okay, Hero-sama, Lena taught me everything! I know what to do, leave it to me!”

“Eh? O-Ohh!”

Chupon.

Suddenly, the Saintess brought her face to his cock, opened her cute mouth, and pakuri—swallowed it.

A scalding blowjob on his raging penis.

“Nn, chuu, chuchuu, fuu.”

“Ah, kuh… Y-You can’t just do that…”

“There’s nothing wrong. This is a holy act, Hero-sama.

I’ll surely suck out the Evil God’s remnants!”

“Ohh!”

A fairy-like beauty distorted her lovely face, pursing her lips, sucking chuu chuu. She moved her head back and forth, gupo gupo, stroking his shaft.

Her novice clumsiness was offset by fervent devotion—an earnest blowjob.

Glancing up to check his reactions, she tangled her tongue experimentally, licking his tip. When Yuri groaned “Ofu,” she didn’t miss it.

Chupa, chupa, chuu.

“Oh, ohh!”

Her small mouth, like a ring, teased his tip chupo chupo, making his hips tremble.

Just minutes ago, she’d had her first kiss. Now, this innocent girl clung to his waist, kissing his cock.

No way he wasn’t aroused.

“Hafu, fuu, nn…”

“Crap, gonna cum, cum!”

“Nn, hamu, nn!”

With his last shred of decency, Yuri tried to pull back. But Beatrice gripped his waist tighter, taking his shaft deeper into her throat, refusing to let go.

“Ah, wait, uuh!”

Byupu, byurururu!

Boiling white poison flooded her pure mouth, sliding down her throat. Koku, koku—her swallowing confirmed she was drinking his filth.

Beatrice diligently gulped the Evil God’s remnants Yuri unleashed. Hot as simmering soup, thick, musky, yet somehow thrilling.

His cock pulsed byuku byuku in her mouth, spilling repeatedly. She held on, unwavering, until the release ended.

“…Nn, koku… ♡”

Eyes closed, almost enraptured, she drank his semen.

Her small mouth couldn’t contain it all—some splattered her cheeks and lips, thrillingly lewd.

And Yuri’s thing quickly rose again with a mukumuku.

Puha… “This is the Evil God’s remnants…”

Scooping semen from her lips, Beatrice studied it curiously.

Yuri tried to start sex ed, but she was ahead of him.

“As everyone said… The remnants spill as white poison.

To purify it, a woman’s mouth or… embarrassing place… her slit takes it.

Advanced ones might take it on their face, chest, or even their butt…”

The whole temple was in on it.

What are they teaching this innocent girl?!

Yuri trembled with anger, but realized he was the one defiling her, making it all a boomerang.

“So far, so good! Now, Hero-sama, let’s continue at the altar.

Through holy rites, I’ll extract as much of the remnants as possible.

Fear not, I’ll quell the Evil God’s lust!”

Clenching her fists in determination, Beatrice pointed to the “altar”—the heart-shaped bed.

The inner devil screamed, Go, ride the wave! The angel chimed, Time for sex ed practice!

Even a Savior Hero has limits.

Unable to hold back, Yuri pulled her to the bed, pouncing on her plump body.