Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 39 & 40

Chapter 39: Bonus: Aftercare Matters

“Ugh, the inn staff were staring so hard… So embarrassing…”

“N-No, it’s all my fault! You’re not to blame, Regina—you were amazing!”

After racking up hefty overtime fees, the two left the love hotel.

The staff’s stares, like they were rare beasts, left them red-faced.

To be fair, the staff had their reasons.

From dusk to morning, nearly nonstop gishi gishi and ahn ahn.

Even late at night, through rooster crows, they kept creaking the floor with brief pauses, making the staff worry about the bed’s durability.

Yuri, with endless stamina, was fine, but Regina was a normal girl. All-night sex took its toll—her legs wobbled, and her thighs threatened to drip with the flood of semen. Walking was tough.

In the end, Yuri used handy teleportation magic to return to the detached palace, tucking Regina into his plush bed, crisis averted.

Or so he thought.

Entering the bedroom, he found a very pouty Princess Lunaria and a mildly annoyed Reza waiting.

“Hehe, morning, Yuri-sama. Had a super fun date, huh?

It’s not even morning anymore—almost noon!”

“Hey, kid. You weren’t… going at it this whole time, were you?

You gotta think about a girl’s stamina.”

“I’m so sorry…”

Yuri dropped into a dogeza.

From dusk to dawn, he’d been a beast in heat. Realizing his first-date antics, he clutched his head.

“…Sigh. You apologize so earnestly, I can’t even play the villain.

Fine, be careful next time. Let’s be clear: you’re insanely virile. One girl can’t handle you alone.”

“I-I’ll be careful!”

Yuri reacted like a scolded student.

Reza gave a look, and Lunaria sighed haa.

“Geez, that’s unfair. I’m a girl too, you know—I get jealous!”

“I-I’ll be careful… Wait, you get jealous, Lunaria?”

“Pfft. Did you think a princess doesn’t feel jealousy?”

“You’re always so chill, siccing Clara or Vera on me.”

“That’s different!”

“Mmph, then I’ll offer you the town’s best sweets next time, so please forgive me…”

“Hm, acceptable. You’re pardoned.”

Their playful skit ended in giggles.

They were close, comfortable with each other.

For Lunaria, Yuri was a rare equal, unburdened by status. Their relationship had some calculation, but no dislike.

“Hehe. Waiting for you, I got a little heated.

Before bed, could you… love me a bit?”

“You got it!”

Fresh off an all-nighter, Yuri pounced, rolling with her on the vast bed, kissing, making up for lost time.

Clothes flew ponpon, and in no time, they were naked, embracing as old friends, diving into raw insertion.

“Ahn… Hehe, like this, silly jealousy just melts away.♡”

“That face is cheating!”

Lunaria was Yuri’s first.

A stunning beauty straight out of an anime.

In his arms, joined below, her furrowed brow and sultry smile were pure foul play.

“Lunaria, Lunaria!”

“Hya! Yahn, too intense…♪ Like our first time!”

“That’s what’s unfair!”

Their honey-trap first time, a dreamy memory, amplified the pleasure. Despite the all-nighter, Yuri pistoned pan pan with vigor.

Reza, seated nearby, could hear the nucho nucho of their joining—a lively, intense romp.

“Haa… Really, so much energy.”

Reza watched coolly, but was she aware? Her face was wistful, cheeks flushed, eyes misty with anticipation.

“Au, I’m coming, Lunaria!”

“Yes, fill me up, make me feel good!♡”

Byuku byuku byuku.

Reckless creampie in the noble princess’s pussy. Arms braced on the bed, body shaking, Yuri paused, pouring hot, gene-packed semen into her.

Reza saw it clearly.

(I-Is that okay?)

She’d heard plenty, but seeing her kingdom’s princess in a creampie frenzy with Yuri sparked worry.

This could be the moment a royal heir’s conceived. Bad for her heart.

(Nope, not thinking about it!)

Out of my job scope! I wasn’t consulted on this!

Calming herself with magic words, she gathered scattered clothes, stowing them in the closet. A bit irreverent, but caring for these chaotic siblings was fun.

“Hey, you two, cover up properly. You’ll catch a cold!”

As she moved to tuck the entwined pair—

Gashiri.

“I don’t think it’s fair to leave you out, Reza!”

“Kya! W-Wait, kid, that’s too forceful…! No, ahn!♡”

Thinking it wasn’t her problem, Reza was yanked into bed by Yuri’s grip. He savored her too, then slept with both in his arms.

Come late afternoon, the three woke to—

“Waking up this late is bad for your health! Bad!”

The Saintess, passing by, scolded them rightly.

The surreal sight of a princess, an advisor, and a hero lined up for a lecture was something else.

Chapter 40: The Saintess Disrupts the Moral Order

The detached palace’s moral standards were always lax.

Yuri, the top dog, set the tone. Princess Lunaria wasn’t strict about propriety.

Vera, the noble leader of the entourage, was a refined duke’s daughter but spared no tactic to seduce Yuri.

Clara, head maid, deemed anything Yuri approved as golden, her loyalty dangerously blind.

Saintess Beatrice, pure and guileless, was sadly raised in the Mutras Goddess’s temple—a place unrivaled in its looseness.

Thus, the palace’s moral compass fell to Reza, a former courtesan.

And now, she was in deep trouble.

“H-Hey, Saintess… that dress is a bit too revealing, don’t you think?”

“I-Is it…? I’m sorry, Reza-sama. I’ve been in the temple my whole life, so this is my first time wearing such a dress.”

The Saintess’s first dress was a custom job, thanks to her Holstein-worthy bust. Thin straps strained to hold it up, and a deep neckline bared her cleavage—apparently, the designer gave up on fabric resisting her breast pressure.

The hem had a high slit, flashing her plump thighs chira chira.

A pure white, lace-trimmed design, evoking a bridal gown.

The result? Walking porn.

Reza clutched her head. As a former courtesan, she’d worn racier outfits, but the wearer mattered. This dress on Beatrice was lewd.

A troubling revelation.

Vera, watching the fitting, looked away, feigning innocence.

“The Saintess’s hair pairs beautifully with the white dress! Sure, it shows a lot of skin, but… for moving around the palace, it’s practical, right?”

An obvious dodge.

“It’s fine since she’ll wear holy robes outside!”

Regina deftly sidestepped the issue.

“…Fine, I’ll let it slide this time. But Saintess, please wear something less revealing outside. Bluntly, it’s poison for men.”

“D-Does that mean I might stir Hero-sama’s sinful urges…?!

I’ll do my best! Leave it to me!”

“Uh, don’t overdo it… Vera-sama, Regina-san, I know it’s rich coming from me, but is the palace’s moral order okay?”

The two averted their eyes. Of course, it wasn’t okay.

*

“Ahn, Hero-sama! Hugging me so suddenly—you’re too passionate…♡”

“It’s because you’re dressed like that, Beatrice…!”

As expected, Yuri was aroused by the Saintess’s dress.

She’d barged into his room for a “reveal,” her purun purun bouncing breasts in his face. No man could resist.

“These breasts are huge…!”

“Nn, haa, so intense!”

Pinning her against the wall, he grabbed her chest munzu.

His hands slipped through the deep neckline, touching silky skin.

Under the white fabric, lewd fingers waki waki dug into soft flesh.

Like fresh mochi—perfectly springy and soft.

Some say big breasts lack sensitivity, but Beatrice debunked that myth, moaning ahn ahn with every squeeze.

As Yuri kneaded muni muni, her body heated, her pale skin blushing pink—an easy gauge. A body optimized for love.

“Let’s do it, Beatrice.”

“Yes!♡”

Obediently, she turned, hands on the wall, shaking her hips furi furi.

Pure as snow, yet among the palace’s boldest in bed.

Yuri, throat dry, lifted her skirt, baring her thick, glowing peach of a rear.

He yanked off her panties, trapped in her buttocks, revealing her holy pussy.

The bright pink slit, already toro toro from light teasing, twitched hiku hiku, ready for him.

Rubbing his precum-dripping cock kuchu kuchu along her slit, her curvy body trembled puru puru.

“Hero-sama… don’t tease, hurry…!”

“Beatrice!”

Zupo, nupu nupu.

With a raw sensation, he parted her flesh, plunging deep. Beatrice gasped aaa, body slumping.

“Ku, you’re so wet, feels amazing… Wait, did you just come?”

“Nku… My mind went blank for a second, I went crazy…”

“Too erotic!”

“Hyan, no, don’t move yet…! Ahn, ahn!”

Fresh off her climax, her sensitive pussy took a full-force pan pan pounding.

Slamming her fertile hips, rippling her flesh, Yuri went at it like a crazed monkey.

Her clinging folds, her vagina’s perfect grip—this was a top-tier pussy.

And Beatrice matched his rhythm, swinging her hips flawlessly.

No way their compatibility wasn’t perfect.

She felt it too.

“Ah, Hero-sama’s cock hits so deep! Feels good, so good, I love this shape!♡”

No man could resist such praise.

Yuri leaned forward, grabbing her swaying breasts, grinding his hips, stirring her lewd hole.

Her baby-making canal writhed passionately, craving his seed.

Yuri, thrusting deep, came quickly.

“Aa, ku, it’s milking me…!”

“Aha, dopyu dopyu, so much… Hehe, let’s make a healthy baby!♪”

Yuri was sinking deeper, but her pussy was unreal. Despite his resolve, he couldn’t pull out, diving into round two.

“Ha!♪ Dresses excite men this much, huh? So educational…”

“Yeah, but only when you wear them. Normally, it’s not…”

Recalling past flings, Yuri quietly shut that mental tab. He’d ravished plenty of girls in dresses—high exposure, cleavage flashing, can’t be helped.

With that flimsy excuse, he resumed thrusting.

Soon, revealing dresses became a trend among the palace ladies.

Reza was left clutching her head.