Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 57 & 58

Chapter 57: An Escort Request with an Ominous Feeling (5)

“Alright, time to harvest the meat!”

Eremia’s spirited declaration rang out after felling the boss.

Meia nearly stumbled in shock.

Lucius was muttering, “There’s still time…!” with clenched fists, while Agamemnon added, “We must hurry with the bloodletting.”

To them, the Ominous Star was merely a hurdle to their butchering plans.

“Hey, shouldn’t we escort Meia back first?”

“Whoops, my bad. Alright, Yuri, take care of Meia.

See ya, Meia! Next time, I’ll bring some top-notch jerky, so look forward to it!”

“Uh… yeah, see you all.”

“Aye. Let’s have a game feast next time.”

“I’d like to see a ruin that isn’t in pieces for once.”

The three waved, bounding off to collect their spoils. Creatures driven by their stomachs.

Waving back, Meia’s thoughts lingered.

Next time. See you later.

The casual words warmed her heart.

“Guess we’ll use teleportation to head back. Faster that way.”

“Huh…? But the carriage…”

“No worries, I can teleport the carriage too.”

“…Okay.”

A soft sigh escaped her.

Normally, teleporting a carriage was absurd—merchants would be out of business if it were that easy. But after everything, Meia’s senses were numb enough to accept it with just a sigh.

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“So, this is your place?”

“Yeah. Thanks for walking me home.”

Back in the capital.

Meia’s home stood in a cluttered corner of a lively district brimming with alchemists and mages.

“Whoa, this place looks… interesting.”

Mages in eccentric robes shuffled by. Occasional muffled booms hinted at failed experiments.

It felt like a university dorm quarter, buzzing with energy.

“…Yuri. Thank you.”

“Haha, walking you home’s no big deal.”

“No. Thank you for saving me. Because of you, I made it back.”

At her doorstep, she clutched her dress, words woven with heartfelt gratitude.

Her doll-like face lit up with a joyful smile, making Yuri flush with embarrassment. All he’d done was smash a fishpond, after all.

“N-No problem.”

“I’ll make tea. Come in.”

“Uh, you sure you’re okay? You shouldn’t push yourself.”

“I’m fine. Just… overwhelmed. Please, stay a bit longer.”

Her pleading, kitten-like eyes disarmed the hero completely.

No way he could refuse.

Chanting just tea, just tea, Yuri stepped inside.

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“It’s… a bit messy. Sit on the bed.”

“A bit…?”

Meia’s room was chaos incarnate, defying her delicate appearance.

Bookshelves overflowed with tomes. Horoscopes, star charts, telescopes, and sextants littered the floor and tables.

Yuri’s mind flashed to a professor’s office, the occupant’s thoughts spilling into the space.

Thankfully, a small table by the bed offered a spot for tea. Recalling a professor drinking coffee atop books, Yuri felt a twinge of relief. Not that bad.

“Tea. Here.”

“Thanks.”

Sipping the tea, he scanned the room for conversation starters.

The carriage ride had been lively with the group’s chatter, but now, one-on-one with a girl he’d known for two days, smooth talk eluded him.

“So, uh, you live here alone?”

“Yeah. My grandmother passed two years ago. Just me since then.”

“Oh… sorry, didn’t mean to bring up something heavy…”

“It’s okay. I want you to know me, Yuri. Anything else you want to ask?”

Her flat tone threw him off. What to say?

“Don’t you ever feel lonely?”

“…I don’t know. I don’t understand what that feels like.”

“Hmm… like wanting someone to be there, maybe?”

“Then… now.”

Her pale hand gently rested atop his.

“I want you here, Yuri. Is that loneliness?”

“…!?”

Alone in a girl’s room, sitting side by side on her bed, hands touching, her words sinking in. Yuri nearly lost himself but slammed on the brakes with every ounce of restraint.

This was far more dangerous than the Ominous Star.

“I’ve never held a guy’s hand before.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“It still makes my heart race… feel.”

Her delicate hand guided his to her chest.

Boing.

The enchanting softness of her breasts filled his palm, warm and blissful, her heartbeat racing beneath.

It pounded fiercely, belying her doll-like demeanor.

“H-Hey, Meia, letting a guy touch you like this is…”

“It’s okay if it’s you.”

His restraint hit its second full throttle of the day. With a limited supply, this was a genuine crisis. Part of him was starting to think, Maybe it’s fine…

“You’re a massive star, Yuri. Everyone around you gets drawn in.”

“Ugh, yeah, I’ve got some experience with that…”

His thoughts drifted to the harem at the detached palace. He’d pulled in quite a crowd. A total mess.

“I got drawn in too.”

Still letting him touch her, she furrowed her brow wistfully, leaning closer.

Grabbing her shoulders, Yuri barely held back. This felt familiar—and like a setup for Eremia to pummel him.

“Listen, Meia, doing this alone with a guy… it’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous? How?”

“I could turn into a wolf, you know.”

“A wolf?”

“Like… a guy who escorts a girl home, comes inside, and… takes advantage.”

“You’d… eat me?”

“It’s a metaphor! It means… doing naughty stuff!”

“Naughty stuff?”

Her innocent head-tilt made Yuri clutch his head. What now?

He’d been here before, with the saintess of Mutras Temple. Overwhelmed by a mob, he’d lost spectacularly, spending a wild night. But this was one-on-one.

Closing his eyes, Yuri searched his soul, scraping together his dwindling restraint. He consulted the angel and devil within. How do I handle a girl this pure?

“Teach her naughty stuff hands-on! Let’s do sex ed!”

“She let a guy in her room, so it’s a green light. Go for it!”

Useless angel and devil. Shaking his head, Yuri faced Meia with resolve. This time, he was serious.

“Yuri…”

Interpreting it her way, she closed her eyes, offering her lips.

A natural, first-kiss moment. No ignoring that.

Gently holding her shoulders, he pressed a soft kiss. Definitely her first.

“…Strange. I just wanted to do that. I want our lips to meet again. I want to touch more.”

Her brows knitted in confusion, eyes dreamy, she leaned for another kiss.

This time, it was long and deep, her body pressing close, clinging tightly.

“Why? I’m so close, my heart’s racing, but it’s so… aching.

I want you closer. I want something from you, Yuri.”

“Then… how about I teach you how to ease that feeling…?”

“Please. I want you to teach me.”

It’s the client’s request, so what choice did he have?

Yuri’s restraint ran dry.

Chapter 58: Escort Request with an Ominous Feeling (Part 6)

“Nn…!”

“How’s it feel? Good?”

“I don’t know… but my spine’s tingling…!”

On the bed, Yuri sat behind Meia, arms wrapped around her in an intimate embrace. Her small frame nestled perfectly between his legs, her hips snug against him.

Slipping his hand through the bold opening of her dress, he gently kneaded her breasts, slow and tender. Each teasing flick of her nipple drew a soft “Hyau!” and a twitch, her reactions so adorably animal-like he couldn’t get enough.

“Here, try it yourself.”

“Nn… ah, okay… it’s strange…”

Teaching an innocent Meia how to ease her longing, step by step.

To put it bluntly, he was guiding her through the art of self-pleasure.

A gothic doll of a girl, ethereal and breathtaking. Her violet eyes shimmered with tears, long lashes trembling with yearning. Her once-expressionless face now flushed, brows knit, contorted by unfamiliar sensations.

“Hey, try lifting your skirt.”

“Okay… like this?”

“Y-Yeah, like that.”

Without a hint of shame, Meia casually hiked up her skirt, revealing slender legs and black panties at their junction.

Yuri took her hand, guiding it gently between her thighs.

“Girls, you know, they touch here to soothe that ache.”

“Really? You know so much, Yuri.”

Well, I do it every day.

Swallowing those words, he traced her slit over her panties. Muffled moans escaped her delicate lips. When he pressed his fingers alongside hers, stimulating her, Meia shuddered so intensely her hips bucked.

“Aa! That… it’s like lightning struck…!”

“Here feels good, huh? Can I… touch you directly?”

“Yes… I want you to touch me more.”

Permission granted.

Sliding down her lace-trimmed panties, he met her untouched core—a breathtakingly pristine sight. Amidst her translucent skin, the pink slit bloomed like petals, twitching with need.

The pretense of teaching her self-pleasure vanished. Throat dry, Yuri slid a finger inside.

Nupuri.

The hot, slick sensation of her folds enveloped him.

“Fwaa!?”

Meia’s body jolted, her expression unraveling. Her dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks betrayed a passion spilling from within.

“Wow, Meia, you’re… so beautiful down here…”

“A, nn, fuu…!”

“When a girl feels good, she gets wet like this. Does it feel good?”

“Auu… I can’t think… my eyelids are flashing…!”

With a violent pikupiku shudder, Meia collapsed, limp.

“Haa, haa… Yuri…”

“Nn.”

Chu, chu kisses followed, his arms cradling her trembling form.

“Did that ease the ache?”

“Mm… yeah. It was… shocking. Like I wasn’t myself anymore.”

“That’s what feeling good is.”

Reaching down to her quivering core, Meia scooped up her own slickness, staring at it. Her pure, perilous innocence set Yuri’s heart pounding.

“I’m… okay now. But Yuri, are you aching?”

“Huh?”

“Your hips… they’re squirming. And something’s… poking me. Are you aching?”

Oh, gods.

Unconsciously, he’d been pressing his full erection against her, squirming in a primal plea. Frozen, he faced her next blow.

“Then I’ll return the favor. Yuri, show me your body.”

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“…It’s weird. There’s a stick here.”

“Y-Yeah, all guys have one.”

On the bed, a naked Yuri’s rigid length was scrutinized by Meia’s curious gaze. Each tentative poke from her delicate fingers drew an embarrassing “Oho!” as he twitched.

“It’s wet… do guys get wet when they feel good too?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s called precum… it gets sticky—oufu!”

Her gentle caress of his tip made him yelp, hips jerking. The sticky fluid coated her pale fingers.

“Does it feel good when I rub it?”

“So good… b-but I won’t last long…!”

“You don’t have to hold back. You taught me how to feel good. Now it’s your turn.”

“Nn, not there, that’s—!”

Kosukosu. Shikoshiko.

With careful, earnest motions, Meia worked him, her innocent handjob driving Yuri to the edge of sanity.

“You look so happy, Yuri. That makes me happy.”

“S-Seriously, I can’t… I wanna… do it with you…!”

A pretty deplorable confession. He deserved a slap, but Meia just blinked.

“Do it?”

Parroting the crude phrase with innocent curiosity, she made him feel like a criminal.

“Uh, I mean… I want to rub this against you down there.”

“Rub it… there?”

Tilting her head, she paused. Then, like a sage grasping enlightenment, she spoke.

“You mean… put this stick in my hole?”

“Pfft!”

Her bluntness was too much.

But there was no malice—just truth spoken plainly.

Unaware of how dangerous it was.

“Okay, Yuri. I’m aching again down there. Let’s feel good together.”

“Meia…”

Straddling him on the bed, she lifted her skirt high, biting the hem to hold it. Her bare core and pale stomach were starkly visible.

“I’ll be on top. Rubbing to feel good.”

“Uha!”

Her slick petals kissed his swollen tip, the wet kuchu, kuchu friction nearly pushing him over the edge. In the astrologer’s star-filled room, they pressed their most intimate parts together, drawn like orbiting stars.

“This… feels so good.”

“Meia, I’m already…”

“More. Let’s become one.”

Nupuri.

Her slender hips lowered, his tip slipping inside. Her loosened core welcomed him smoothly, swallowing him until it met her barrier.

“Nn… something’s… stuck.”

“Past that… you won’t be a maiden anymore.”

“It’s fine. I can still read the stars.”

No hesitation. A faint putsuri, and her purity gave way. She sank fully, her hips meeting his.

“Nnh…!”

“Meia, you okay? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t… but it’s hot, hard… incredible…!”

Blood trickled from their union, proof of her lost virginity.

Yet Meia moved, possessed, her hips dancing with lewd pachu, pachu sounds. Riding him, she chased pleasure.

“I get it… this is true ‘feeling good’…! The ache, the loneliness—it’s melting…!”

“Haa, haa, Meia, you’re amazing…!”

His restraint long gone, Yuri gripped her hips, thrusting upward. Meia matched him, grinding against her sweet spots.

The bed creaked gishigishi, their union squelched nichunichu, and her moans filled the air an’an. Her enraptured face and relentless rhythm carried an untamed fervor born of ignorance.

Fresh from losing her virginity, her core gripped him tightly, elevating the friction to heavenly heights.

Writhing with urgency, Meia began to speak, her voice laced with a Stargazer’s prophecy.

“The stars… they’re twinkling behind my eyes… growing, a new star being born…!”

“What, you mean—?”

“Yuri, let’s make a new star together! A new fate, a new star…!”

“Ah, I’m gonna… inside…!”

Dopyudopyudopyu.

Pent-up for over a day, his release erupted, flooding her with heat.

Unstoppable, he poured himself into her, teaching her the searing intensity of his climax.

As he lay dazed in bliss, Meia clung to him, still connected.

“Yuri, Yuri…!”

“A, nnh!? Muchu, fuu…”

“I don’t want to let go… please, stay longer.”

“Of course. Uh… can I stay the night?”

“Yes. Let’s feel good… so much more.”

Embracing on the bed, they shared fevered kisses, as if filling the void of her past loneliness. Meia, newly enthralled by intimacy, kept the bed creaking until dawn.