Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 51 & 52

Chapter 51: Sporty Noblewoman and Rain Shelter (Part 1)

T/N: I consider the sex side stuffs here, I find the adventure with the other idiots more fun lol

“Phew…”

The detached palace’s garden was vast, lush, and serene.

Birds chirped chun chun, vibrant flowers bloomed, and rain-soaked trees dripped pota pota.

In this tranquil setting, Yuri was lost in thought, reflecting on that gokon.

The wild orgy with the maids.

He’d ended up bedding every single maid in the palace.

Even for a playboy, this was undeniable yarichin behavior.

Feeling remorse, Yuri rose early—a rare feat. Breathing crisp morning air, soaking in the forest’s negative ions, he aimed to cleanse his worldly desires.

But closing his eyes, all he saw were the maids’ vivid, lustful moments. Each virginity claimed, etched in his mind’s permanent folder.

Their eager, fresh sensations lingered on his cock…

“No, no, no!”

Shaking his head bun bun, he shouted, “Begone, lust!”

But he was the lust.

As he wallowed, a voice echoed from the woods—a rough fu, fu! like someone training.

“Who’s that?”

Stepping toward the sound, he found an open clearing.

“…Hya!”

Irene, her red hair in a ponytail, was practicing rapier thrusts.

*

“Hey, Irene? What’re you doing out here?”

“Eh? H-Hero-sama!?”

Irene turned, face red makka.

Dressed in a sleeveless blouse and short skirt for mobility, she looked sharper than usual.

“Y-You saw me looking embarrassing…”

“Nah, those were clean thrusts.”

“…Not at all. My sister’s way better…”

“You have a sister?”

“Yes. She’s a knight.”

A female knight.

Yuri perked up—they exist here?

He pictured a bikini-armored beauty, defense zero.

Snapping out of his daydream, he focused on Irene.

Her sweat-soaked blouse clung peta peta, outlining her growing, athletic curves.

Sporty and sleek, yet with ample chest and hips—a captivating figure.

“…Hero-sama, um…”

“S-Sorry!”

Busted.

Averting his gaze, Yuri winced as Irene spoke, voice heavy.

“You must hate a sweaty girl like me…”

“No way! Sporty girls are super attractive! So healthy!”

Yuri ranted, nose flaring funsu.

Sweaty blouse, outlined breasts—priceless.

His lustful defense softened Irene’s expression yururi.

Then—

“Oh… rain.”

“Crap, it’s coming down pota pota—whoa!”

The drizzle turned into a downpour zaa zaa.

They scrambled for shelter.

*

“Ugh, soaked!”

“Good thing we found this shed.”

Drenched zubu nure, they ducked into a nearby storage shed.

Thunder rumbled goro goro outside, rain pounding, unlikely to stop soon.

“Phew, what a mess… Uh…”

“Eh… kya!”

Drenched clothes meant one thing: transparency.

Irene’s thin blouse revealed a bold red bra underneath suke suke.

“S-Sorry!”

“N-No, I overreacted…”

The shed had a fireplace. Yuri sparked it with magic pachi pachi, and they warmed up together.

Staring at the flickering flames, Irene spoke softly potsuri potsuri.

“When I was a kid, I wanted to be a knight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I admired my sister. But… I didn’t have the talent.

Still, I couldn’t quit fencing or riding.

I’m just a crude noblewoman, useless at lady-like things, not even a knight—a half-baked girl.”

“No way that’s true.”

“Eh?”

Yuri gripped her hand gyu, locking eyes, and declared:

“You’re awesome, fencing and riding as a noblewoman!

My friends are way crazier. Take Eremia—she’s a queen, but loves hand-to-hand combat!

The Demon King and Dragon King? Etiquette disasters. They chug ale guru guru at the cafeteria and got scolded by a server recently.

Do what you love! You never know what’ll come in handy!”

For context, they’d been card gambling there—bad move.

Yuri, the “noble” marquess (lol), got chewed out too.

Humans are great at ignoring their own flaws.

“T-That’s… um…”

Irene’s cheeks twitched piku piku, unsure how to respond to the hero crew’s antics.

Drinking ale at the cafeteria?

“By the way, I’m hopeless at riding.”

“Really?”

“Yup. It’s a problem. Could you teach me sometime?”

“Of course!”

Be useful to Hero-sama!

Irene’s eyes sparkled kira kira at his request.

Unaware, she’d just signed up to train a wild crew.

Riding was a shared Troublemakers’ issue.

Teleportation magic only worked for visited places.

Riding the giant Dragon King? Bad idea.

Plus, Agamemnon was directionally challenged houkou onchi.

Riding skills were a must for adventuring.

Eremia’s “undead horse” idea didn’t help.

The guild’s peace hung by a thread.

Chapter 52: Sporty Noblewoman and Rain Shelter (Part 2)

The rain roared gou gou outside, isolating the shed like a world apart. Inside, the firewood crackled pachi pachi.

Yuri gripped the girl’s soft hand, passionately praising her charms.

The mood? You can guess.

“So, yeah, I’m saying I love sporty girls!”

“H-Hero-sama…”

Irene’s cheeks flushed makka. Closing her eyes, she leaned in for a kiss.

Morning forest regrets? Gone. Yuri, swept by the mood, kissed her chu. Soft, moist, slightly cool lips.

“Nn…”

“You okay? Not too cold?”

“Maybe… Hero-sama, will you warm me up…?”

Irene began peeling off her wet clothes.

Yuri, eager to oblige, stripped too. His body was already hot, ready in every way.

“Come here, Irene. Let’s warm each other.”

“Yes!”

She leapt into his arms, clad in red underwear.

Hugging her lithe body kyu, their skin pressed close pitari, sharing warmth.

Her firm, bouncy breasts purun squished against his chest, her heartbeat pounding toku toku.

“Hamu, chu, nchu…”

“Hafu, fuu, nn…”

Kisses came naturally. Tongues tangled pero pero in passionate, lewd kisses.

Their body heat climbed, skin-to-skin.

They didn’t stop, even as wet sounds picha picha filled the air—covered by the downpour gou gou.

A secret affair, unnoticed.

The perfect spice for young lovers.

“Ah, no, I haven’t washed… It’s dirty…”

“Nn, a bit sweaty? That’s Irene’s taste. Delicious.”

“Don’t lick…!”

He licked her neck, then kissed chu chu, leaving hickeys, marking her chakkari.

Caught in the mood, Yuri pinned her to the floor.

“Hero-sama… you’d love a sweaty girl like me?”

“Of course. Let’s warm up from the core.”

“So naughty…”

Her sweat wasn’t strong—mixed with rain and a faint citrus scent kankan.

Yuri, breathing heavily funsu, reached for her bold red bra, handling it like treasure.

Unhooking it, he grasped her perky breasts tsun, squeezing muni muni.

“Nn…!”

“Wow, so bouncy puru puru.”

Like water balloons, with a youthful firmness—still developing.

Careful not to grip too hard, he kneaded.

Her nipples hardened tsun tsun, and teasing kori kori or sucking chupa made Irene quiver biku biku, sensitive.

“Hero-sama, I’m not clean…”

“You’re plenty clean. The sweat’s kinda exciting.”

“No way… hyau!”

His hand slipped into her shorts, her back arching sori.

Her slit was hot, dripping toro toro with slick juices when rubbed. So healthy.

“Can I see?”

“Y-Yes… go ahead.”

As he tugged her shorts, she lifted her hips to help—an irresistible moment.

A clear thread stretched between her red panties and her sex tsuu.

“Irene, I can’t wait!”

“Hero-sama!”

He mounted the sporty girl, pressing his heated cock to her melted pussy kuchuri.

Sliding in nupu, her athletic tightness gripped him, yet welcomed him deep as a woman.

“Ahh, it’s in… so good…!”

“Nfuu, so deep, so hot…!”

Fully inserted, pubes touching pitari, their hottest parts rubbed raw, heating intensely.

“I’m moving, Irene!”

“Ahn! Fua, love me, love me, Hero-sama…!♡”

Thrusting nupo gupo, they indulged in raw friction.

Their heat warmed them, forgetting the chill.

Hips slammed pan pan, her moans an an echoing, her pussy guchu guchu stirred, lewd sounds filling the shed.

“Fua, my hips move on their own! I’m becoming a naughty girl!”

“Go for it, get naughtier! This tightness is amazing…!”

Her athletic reflexes and quick learning shone.

Tight grip, skilled hips—a sexual prodigy.

Already warm, Yuri leaned over, hugging tightly gyu, skin slick with sweat peta peta.

Humping heko heko, he pistoned.

His weight drove his cock deeper, Irene gasping haa, clinging gishi to his back.

“Hahn, haan, no more…!”

“Irene, that grip—I’m… ugh!”

Dopyu, byururu.

Hot semen flooded her healthy womb doku doku.

“Fua, Hero-sama… you loved me…♪”

“You were so cute, Irene.”

Cooling down, they stroked each other’s skin—soft, moist, citrus-scented.

Her firm, smooth body sube sube was endlessly touchable.

“Nn.”

“Ehehe.”

A kiss chu, and she smiled like a sunflower nikkori.

Vibrant, honest, utterly charming—her noblewoman insecurities seemed absurd.

He had to show her how attractive she was.

Driven by some vague mission, Yuri stroked her hips nade nade, signaling round two with lewd touches.

“Nn, Hero-sama, still cold…?”

“Yup, let’s warm up more. From behind this time.”

“Geez… okay, we can’t catch colds!♡”

Fueled by passion, she got on all fours, shaking her hips furi furi.

Yuri pounced, connecting fiercely from behind.

By the time their heated affair settled, the rain had stopped sukkari.