Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 5: Clara, the Devoted Maid’s Tender Service (Part 1)

Chapter 5: Clara, the Devoted Maid’s Tender Service (Part 1)

“…Huh, morning already?”

A sluggish awakening.

The sun is high, flooding the bright midday bedroom. Yuri opens his eyes, feeling the soft, warm weight of a beautiful girl draped across his chest.

“…Mmf…”

Lunaria sleeps contentedly, and as Yuri strokes her silken hair, he lingers in the moment…

“Gah!!!”

The sage mode, delayed by a full night, finally hits.

He frantically lifts the sheets, revealing the inevitable red stain of her first time.

As if sleeping naked with a beautiful girl wasn’t evidence enough.

Glancing around, he sees their clothes strewn everywhere—carpet, bedposts, even bodily fluids splattered in the chaos. Anyone could tell this was the aftermath of a wild night.

“Lunaria, Lunaria! You gotta wake up—maids are gonna come in!”

“Mmm… Good morning, Yuri-sama. Sorry, last night was so intense… Let me sleep just a bit more…”

“Oh, uh, okay…”

Pushing a virgin to unconsciousness with passion—truly the act of a beast.

Yuri gently tucks Lunaria back in and sits on the bedside, a sinking feeling washing over him. I went and did it with the princess, of all people! The regret is overwhelming.

But there’s one thing he needs to do now.

Hide the evidence.

This “had a fun night, didn’t we?” room needs cleaning, stat!

Even facing the evil god didn’t spark this level of urgency.

Yuri hurriedly throws on clothes, planning to slip out and casually ask a maid for fresh linens and towels. If he claims he spilled wine during a drinking spree, maybe the sheet stains have a chance…!

“Good morning, Hero-sama. Did you rest well last night?”

Opening the door, he’s greeted by a prim black-haired maid. Checkmate.

“I’m terribly sorry!”

“E-Eh!? Hero-sama!?”

His bow is a flawless dogeza.

Sleeping with a teenage royal. And flaunting the aftermath to the staff—a harassment case waiting to happen.

Even grinding his forehead into the plush carpet won’t convey much sincerity, but he’s got to try!

“Please, lift your head, Hero-sama! This is… troubling!”

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The maid’s name is Clara, Yuri’s personal attendant.

Likely in her early twenties, her black hair is neatly tied up, her classic maid outfit impeccable, her work meticulous.

With a delicate, almost fragile beauty, her reserved demeanor makes her a comforting presence for Yuri. She’s always fussing over him, a stranger from another world, which he’s quietly grateful for.

“It’s alright. We’ll clean the room. We have clothes prepared for the princess as well.

The bath is ready for you, Hero-sama, so please take your time to relax.”

“U-Uh… I’m, uh, really sorry…”

As Yuri keeps bowing, a warm softness envelops him.

It takes a moment to realize Clara is hugging him.

“Hero-sama… Coming from another world, unable to return, you must feel so lost. But please believe this.

No matter who turns against you, I, Clara, am your maid—yours alone.”

“Clara-san…”

Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a serious moment?

Yuri tilts his head inwardly but succumbs to the softness of her chest. A mature woman’s bust, different from Lunaria’s youthful firmness, holds a lush, comforting allure.

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After Yuri heads to freshen up, Clara sighs alone while organizing maids to clean the princess’s room.

“Poor Hero-sama…”

Unlike Lunaria’s half-calculated, half-genuine affection, Clara’s concern for Yuri is pure, unfiltered devotion. Her 100% goodwill knows no restraint.

“I must comfort him.”

Since time immemorial, it’s a woman’s duty to console a weary man.

Though her modest maid outfit hides her figure, she’s noticed Yuri’s fleeting glances at her chest and hips.

Yuri would die of embarrassment if he knew, but a man’s sneaky looks are a woman’s bold stare. To her fiercely loyal heart, it’s an honor.

As Clara tidies the room, lost in her sense of duty, Lunaria’s cool voice cuts through.

“Hey, Clara. I need to talk about Yuri-sama.”

“Lunaria-sama…?”

The beginnings of a honey trap encirclement that will bind Yuri tightly.

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“Phew… Baths are the best…”

In the palace’s grand bathhouse, reserved for royalty and the elite, Yuri soaks alone.

It’s midday, but it feels like a morning bath.

Scrubbing with soap and sinking into the tub, his worries seem to melt away.

But his lively morning arousal refuses to subside.

In this relaxed state, last night’s memories flood back. A dreamlike night of sensual scenes.

In an adult video, it’d end there, but Lunaria’s clinging fingers, her sweet breaths tickling his ear, the exquisite grip of her youthful depths—his body remembers every vivid sensation. No way he could forget.

Each recollection makes him swell, forcing him to douse himself with cold water.

“Ugh, am I a middle schooler or what?”

He’d thought losing his virginity would level him up to a mature man, but it’s the opposite. Closing his eyes, all he sees is her.

After devouring her so thoroughly, he’s already craving more.

That’s when it happens.

“Hero-sama… I’ve come to wash your back.”

Clara enters, clad only in a bath towel.

“Kuh, C-Clara!?”

Yuri scrambles to cover himself, panicking as his mouth gapes. Clara approaches with serene steps.

The usually reserved maid is closing the distance with unprecedented boldness.

“If I may sit beside you…”

Her shoulder brushes his.

Desperate to hide his arousal, Yuri can’t help stealing glances—such is a man’s nature.

Clara, her glossy black hair tied up, is breathtakingly alluring.

Her pale nape tempts him to bury his face, but he clings to his iron resolve. The towel, damp from the bath, turns translucent, faintly revealing her full bust and pink tips.

Her refined face is flushed, her expression resolute. She steals glances at him too, then, with determination—

“Yuri-sama…”

“Uwah!?”

Her delicate hand slides toward his groin.

Gently prying away his shielding hands, her fingers wrap around his length.

“To endure like this… It must be so hard for you.”

“No, uh, I mean—”

It’s harder now, but he can’t say that.

Truthfully, he nearly loses it in the tub. Her slender fingers’ clumsy, innocent caresses feel like an angel’s touch to a former virgin.

“Oh, Hero-sama’s precious part is so very hard… Like forged iron.”

“O-Oof!”

The virtuous maid, cheeks flushed crimson, doesn’t stop. Her fingers even graze his vulnerable sac, tenderly massaging his most sensitive spot.

After a night of intense passion, her touch is dangerously enticing.

The black-haired beauty moves behind him, embracing him from behind. Their bodies press together through the flimsy towel.

The softness of her rounded breasts, even fuller than Lunaria’s. Yuri’s mind drowns in blissful sensation.

“Wow, your breasts… they’re huge…”

“Fufu, Hero-sama loves a woman’s chest, doesn’t he? Please, do as you wish. My heart and body belong to you alone…”

The plush, pillowy softness pressed against his back, massaging him, snaps Yuri’s already fragile rationality with ease.