Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 31 & 32

Chapter 31: Saintess vs. the Evil God’s Lust (Part 3)

“Beatrice…”

“Hero-sama…”

Hovering over the Saintess, gazing into her face. Her shimmering silver hair, neatly trimmed bangs framing sapphire-blue eyes.

Her large, clear eyes, like a pristine lake, sparkled with childlike trust, smiling at him.

He was about to dye her in his colors, to ravish her completely.

Yuri’s thing swelled painfully, fully battle-ready.

“I can’t stop now. I’m gonna mess you up, Beatrice. Your pure body… won’t stay pure.

You’ll go from a girl to a woman. Is that okay?”

“Of course! I’ve always dreamed of offering myself to Hero-sama, serving with my whole being…!”

Yup, this is consensual. Kinda misunderstood, but consensual.

Yuri convinced himself, eagerly preparing to unite. Grabbing a “YES” pillow, he propped her head for comfort.

“Now, Hero-sama… let’s begin the holy rite.”

Lying on the bed, she spread her legs, parting her secret place with a kupaa. A brazen, arousing gesture—someone taught her well.

Yuri touched his precum-slick tip to her entrance with a kuchuri.

Her heat radiated, her love nectar dripping with chupuri, kuchuri sounds.

“Nn, I’m sorry… Being touched by Hero-sama makes my slit ache and burn…”

“Y-Yeah?”

Yuri grinned sloppily, unable to help it.

He meant to ease in just the tip, slicking her entrance with precum.

But each brush against her delicate membranes made her slit quiver happily, dripping as if begging, More?

That’s enough.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Ah…”

Zupuzupuzupu.

A hot, slick, silky passage.

His grotesquely swollen manhood carved its presence, pushing through her tight folds, shaping her to him, delving deeper.

Then, resistance—her maidenhead.

Yuri paused, but Beatrice clung to him.

“Please, come…!”

“Kuh!”

Putsuburi.

The resistance broke easily.

Her faint moan spread through the room, fading.

“N-ah, fuu… I’m okay… It startled me, but it’s so thrilling…! It feels like I’m doing something terribly wrong…!”

Of course, it was wrong. Mostly Yuri’s fault.

“It’s so melty inside… I’m all the way in.”

“Hyan! It’s hitting deep… Nn, what do I do, Hero-sama? This holy rite feels so good…!”

“Uho!”

Her curvy waist began wriggling, nearly making Yuri explode.

“Ohh! My belly feels so needy…! Ahn, the rubbing feels so good…!”

As expected of the shrine maiden “most suited to love.” From losing her virginity to surrendering to pleasure in seconds.

“Too erotic…!”

“Ahn!”

Yuri, sucked in and racing toward release, gritted his teeth to hold back. Counterattacking, he grabbed her jiggling, massive breasts.

Mugyuri.

Fingers sank into overwhelming softness, a dreamlike sensation.

Mugyu, mugyu.

The encounter with those breasts was almost mystical. Lost in ecstasy, Yuri kneaded her plump mounds, unable to stop.

“Hyan! No, my breasts… If you do that, I’ll lose it…!”

“I’m losing it too…!”

Kneading her breasts with both hands, he began pistoning. Pulling back wide, he thrust zukobako, a bit rough for a first time.

But Beatrice welcomed it eagerly.

“Fwaa! Hero-sama, this is amazing, so amazing, I’m gonna break!”

Each forceful thrust made her curvy waist sway seductively, her giant breasts bounce, and her sweet ahn ahn moans echo. Her long silver hair spread across the sheets, flowing silkily.

Her entire body was built for sex, as if made to be embraced.

Ravishing her goddess-like form, Yuri pounded panpan, too good to think.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum… inside…”

Wait, no.

A shred of reason returned. Taking her virginity on a misunderstanding was bad enough—raw creampie too?

Thanks to Reza’s lessons, he mustered all his willpower to pull out.

But the Saintess wouldn’t let him escape.

“Ahn, don’t pull out…! The Evil God’s poison must be purified inside me… ♡”

“Wait, no—”

Her legs entwined him, locking in a scissor-like daishuki hold.

The Saintess’s secret technique defeated Yuri instantly.

“Ah, oho, uuh!”

“Aha, it’s so hot… ♡ I’ll extract all the Evil God’s remnants!”

Byu, byukubyuku!

Thick semen, undiluted even on the second round, flooded her womb. Vile seed poured into her pure body.

The depravity of breeding such an innocent beauty sent shivers of pleasure through him.

Her legs eventually loosened, but Yuri kept humping hekofieko, pouring every drop.

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“I’m so sorry…”

“Dozing.”

Coming to his senses, Yuri dropped into a dogeza.

“Beatrice… uh, the Evil God’s remnants? That was a misunderstanding…”

“Eh?”

“It’s called sex. When a man and woman feel good together… and, uh, make babies…”

Explaining stamens and pistils, sperm docking with eggs—a rough post-coital sex ed lesson—Beatrice’s fair skin flushed red.

“Ohhh, w-what have I done…! With Hero-sama, I-I made a baby…”

“Sorry, sorry…! What a vile thing I’ve done…!”

As he tried to dogeza again, Beatrice’s pale hands grabbed his firmly.

Leaning in with sparkling eyes, she looked almost predatory.

“Then! Hero-sama and I loved each other here, right?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“So, regardless of the Evil God’s remnants, you desired me… ♡”

“Of course!”

“Yay♪”

Hugging him tightly with a mugyu, Yuri’s eyes widened. Wait, is this going wrong?

“It felt so good… I sinfully wished the remnants wouldn’t go away…!

But now, we can love each other as much as we want, right?”

“Uh, y-yeah!”

“Let’s make our love’s crystal right away, Hero-sama! ♡

I want a girl for our first baby. But twins would be even better…”

“Eh, hold on—!”

Now Beatrice pinned him down.

Straddling him, she spread her legs, aimed, and lowered her hips.

Nupumupu, zupuri.

“Haan! ♡ It’s so good!”

“Ah, t-this is too much…!”

Once connected, she bounced her hips pakopako, awakening a monstrous girl. Yuri felt dread, but it was his own fault.

The Holy of Holies became a literal yari room, their deeds lasting until morning.

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“Had fun last night, huh?”

“Shut up!”

The next morning, descending from the Holy of Holies, that was the first thing said.

On the floor below, priestesses and shrine maidens awaited, all thrusting thumbs between fingers in a bold welcome.

“You guys…! Filling Beatrice’s head with nonsense, how’ll you take responsibility?!”

“Fufu, responsibility… po.”

Despite the all-night romp, Beatrice’s skin glowed, and she smiled with ease.

It started in the afternoon, lasting over half a day. Beatrice practiced every “rite” the maidens taught—doggystyle hip-shaking, breast-sandwiched calming, all reeking of their kinks.

Yuri was thoroughly, deliciously devoured all night.

“Now, Hero-sama, over here.”

“Hm?”

A priestess beckoned him to a corner, where her casual words shocked him.

“The Saintess was abandoned at the temple as a baby.

She grew up with us shrine maidens as family.

But I think it’s time she found a real family and happiness.”

“Uh, well…”

“So, Hero-sama, she’s the child and sister of all us shrine maidens. Please take care of her forever.”

Getting serious at the end? That’s unfair.

Scratching his head, Yuri sighed.

“Ugh, how can I say no to that?”

“Fufu, you’re truly Hero-sama. May Mutras’s blessings be with you.”

As they spoke, Beatrice waved eagerly, approaching. Lena grinned, Yuri gave a wry smile, and they turned to her.

“Hero-sama, done talking? Lena, I’ll follow Hero-sama, but I’ll visit when I can!”

“Sure thing. Stay well, Saintess. If anything happens, we’ll storm in!”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Thus, Yuri took the Saintess home.

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“Sigh… I knew this would happen.”

“Reza-san was right… Yuri-sama, you’re impossible to look away from.”

“S-Sorry…”

Greeted by Reza and Lunaria’s deadpan stares, Yuri sat in seiza.

Chapter 32: Bonus: Reza’s Glorious Career Change Chronicle

“W-W-What do we do, Reza-san?! The Saintess is at the palace!”

“…Vera-sama, you can just call me Reza.”

“Oh, but you’re someone Hero-sama admires as an ‘older sister.’ One of the few mature women here… But that’s not the point! The Saintess, Reza-san!”

“Not the point, huh…”

In the palace salon, Reza clutched her head as Vera, the duke’s daughter, came to her for advice.

Reza had come to terms with Yuri. He’s a cute, younger guy—hero, marquess, whatever, he’s like a little brother. But the others?

“Father says you’ll be a great stopper for Yuri-sama. I’m counting on you, Reza-san.”

“Hero-sama clings to Reza-sama like a child… Please support him.”

“Nihihi! I’ll learn tons of naughty stuff to melt Hero-sama! Nice to meet ya, Big Sis Reza!”

A bona fide princess. A former head palace maid. A well-bred maidservant working at the palace. For some reason, they all treated Reza as the “big sister” figure.

Age-wise, it wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t great for her heart.

“…Something’s off about this palace. Is it because of that boy?”

“Yes, the Saintess coming here shocked me too! Hero-sama’s actions are just… different.”

One was exasperated, the other impressed. Good or bad, Yuri’s scale was massive.

“But what do we do? I’m ashamed to admit, I don’t know how to handle a Saintess.”

“It was sudden, wasn’t it? But don’t worry, Vera-sama. Talk to her, and she’s just a normal girl.”

An insanely sexy one, Reza kept to herself.

Closing her eyes, she pictured Beatrice. A mystical beauty with an occasional divine aura, but her innocent smile stood out most—almost childlike for her age.

Probably due to her temple upbringing, her pure, guileless nature was the type Reza couldn’t ignore.

(Can’t leave a girl like that alone…)

Sighing, she turned to Vera.

“Vera-sama, just be yourself. Tell the others too.

Treating her like a normal girl will make her happier.”

“Ehh, that’s too bold…”

“Would you like being handled like fragile glass?”

Vera staggered as if struck. Closing her eyes briefly, she opened them with a fiery glint.

“I’m awake now! Thank you for the advice, as expected of Advisor Reza-san! I’ll go greet the Saintess!

And call the other ladies for a lively welcome!”

“Go for it.”

Vera, a true noble lady, didn’t run with her skirt hitched up. But her strides were bold, her posture straight, brimming with youthful vigor.

“She’s a good kid too,” Reza murmured, watching her go.

Sipping her tea, she slumped onto the table, tension unraveling.

“…Why does everyone come to me? I did say I was a former courtesan, right?”

She’d braced for whispers of “That woman… filthy…”

She was ready for it coming to the palace. But instead, she got bombarded with questions—sex tips, beauty advice, all sorts.

Coaching the princess on bedroom techniques made her seriously curse the king.

“You look exhausted, Reza-sama.”

“I told you, just Reza, Clara-san.”

“I’m a maid, so…”

Clara, closest in age and one of the few “adults” in the palace, was someone Reza could vent to.

“Everyone here… they’re so well-bred. You can tell they grew up loved, with proper parents.

To someone like me… it’s dazzling.”

Clara spoke, eyes distant. Reza, lifting her teacup, teased softly.

“Oh? I’m a slum-born courtesan. Sold my first spring young—don’t even remember how old. Parents died early; I barely recall their faces.

But look at me, thriving thick-skinned. So, Clara-san, someone like you doesn’t need to put herself down.”

Clara’s calm maid facade cracked, a rare expression.

“I’m surprised. You sound just like Hero-sama.”

“That boy would say that. Don’t worry him too much, okay?

I got the Undead Queen called just for worrying him a bit…”

Now Reza’s eyes grew distant. That was a mess.

She sensed Clara had family issues. If Yuri found out, who knows what he’d do?

…Maybe that’d be fine.

It felt like he’d bulldoze through it. After all, a mere courtesan got the Undead Queen, Prime Minister, and King mobilized.

A maid’s family drama pulling in the Demon King or Dragon King? Not surprising at all. The thought made her chuckle.

“You know what? Scratch that. Worry him to your heart’s content.

He’ll make you realize how much you’re cherished.”

“D-Don’t say ominous things!”

Reza’s giggles drew Clara in, and they laughed together. Then Clara said,

“You really are perfect as the advisor, Reza-sama.”

“…Don’t be mean…”

Advisor Reza, attached to the Hero. Quite the masterful move by the Prime Minister.