Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~

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Chapter 3: Princess Lunaria’s Sweet Trap (Part 1)

Night falls swiftly in this fantasy world.

Common folk sleep as soon as the sun sets—a lifestyle tough for a modern kid like Yuri to adjust to.

Thankfully, the palace is lit by magic stone lamps. No internet, no games, but a mountain of books keeps Yuri occupied, his way of burning the midnight oil.

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Tonight, though, a visitor arrives.

In the stillness of the palace, a soft knock knock echoes at the door.

“Yuri-sama, can I come in for a sec?”

“Lunaria? Uh, sure, I guess.”

Her familiar voice carries a casual ease. This tomboyish princess has dragged him into card games or sugoroku more than once, and they’ve grown close through her playful antics.

Assuming it’s another night like that, Yuri opens the door—and freezes.

“…W-What’s that?”

“Ehe, Yuri-sama, you like this kind of thing, don’t you?”

It’s a frilly, lacy, elegant, and flashy maid outfit.

Lifting the short skirt’s hem, she twirls with a “How’s this?” and a smile, radiant as an idol.

“Uh… uh…”

Yuri can’t tear his eyes away.

To be blunt, it’s a faux maid look—something you’d see at a maid café, pure cosplay.

But fake or not, she pulls off the frilly, customized maid dress flawlessly, every bit the stunning beauty.

The low-cut outfit, shamelessly revealing, suits her perfectly.

And, inevitably, his gaze drops to her cleavage.

The sad nature of men.

“Hey, can I come in?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Yuri’s reduced to stammering “uh” and “yeah,” his brain short-circuiting. Lunaria slips into the room and, with a sly click, locks the door behind her. All set.

“You said before, right? That you’re into maids?”

“You remembered that…?”

It was just idle chatter, half-joking at best.

Knowing she not only remembered but went so far as to prepare this outfit makes him want to crawl into a hole.

“I remember pretty much everything you say, Yuri-sama. So, how is it? Your very own maid, just for you. Feeling a little… excited?”

His throat catches with an audible gulp.

Her large, jewel-like blue eyes seem to pull him in. In his old world, she’d be the center of any idol group, her face breathtakingly perfect.

Her shimmering ash-blonde hair is adorned with a frilly headband.

Of course, she’s no maid. She’s a princess of noble royal blood. Yet here she is, having pried into the hero’s tastes, commissioning a maid outfit, and showing up at his door.

It’s a blatant honey trap.

She’s not just building a connection with the hero—she’s ready to merge their paths entirely.

Yuri’s mildly taken aback by her audacity, but his lower half has other ideas, shamelessly stirring with go for it, it’s a free meal.

“No need to overthink it. Let’s just… have some fun together, okay?”

Before he knows it, Lunaria’s close enough for her breath to tickle his skin.

Hands clasped behind her back, she arches forward, emphasizing her bust with a seductive smile. Her lips, perfectly shaped, draw closer, slowly, steadily…

“Mmph…!? M-Mm!”

Her glossy, maidenly lips seal his.

They’re inches apart.

Soft. Fragrant.

A face prettier than any idol, like something leapt from a 2D world.

Her ample, trembling bust.

Pressed deliberately against his chest, it moves freely, unbound by any bra, squishing and reshaping with every touch.

Yuri’s overwhelmed, his eyes darting as his brain fries. As Lunaria predicted, he’s not just a virgin—this is his first kiss.

When their lips part, he finally regains a sliver of rationality.

“L-Lunaria, I… If I could go back to my world, I’d still want to, even now.”

“Mmm… That’s fine. If that’s the case, Yuri-sama, then this world’s just a fleeting dream, right?

So, isn’t it okay to indulge in a little adventure? Just a bit?”

Another kiss.

This time, her tongue slips in, deep and intense.

As their tongues entwine, swapping saliva, Yuri notices a faint oddity.

A wine-like scent wafts from Lunaria.

“Did you… drink wine?”

“Yeah… It’s called Naruk, a special kind of liquor. Girls drink it on the night they… unite with their beloved. It’s supposed to make the first time… less painful.”

Her cheeks flush—embarrassment or arousal, it’s hard to tell.

After the deep kiss, they gaze at each other for a moment, locked in silence.

Then Lunaria’s smile deepens. She tugs at the neckline of her maid dress, and with a soft pop, her full, jiggling breasts spill out.

White, round, perfect. A flawless pair.

“L-Lunaria!”

“Eek!”

His hard-won rationality flies out the window.

Unable to think, Yuri pushes her onto the bed, grabbing her breasts with both hands.

They’re at least an E-cup, magnificent and full. At sixteen—high school age in his world—her development is astounding. Truly royal, nourished by the finest.

His hands knead the bountiful softness, squeezing and molding relentlessly, reveling in the pliant, bouncing flesh.

“Yuri-sama! Ahh! My breasts… they feel so good…!”

Even under his clumsy, virgin caresses, Lunaria’s body responds eagerly. This Naruk liquor must really work.

When he takes a pink, perfect nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, the princess writhes, bouncing on the bed like a fish.

“Do… do this too…”

Her eyes practically sparkle with heart-shaped pupils, her expression melting as she lifts her skirt.

Yuri’s eyes widen. Pure white lingerie, edged with lace. At its center, a clear, damp stain.

“Whoa… incredible.”

His trembling hands, overcome with awe, grasp the panties and slowly pull them down.

Sticky threads of desire trail as he removes them, searing the sight into his memory. Beneath lies the princess’s noble, untouched place.

Smooth, hairless, a pristine slit. The virgin territory gleams a delicate pink.

“Oh… I can’t handle this.”