Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 59 & 60

Chapter 59: Christmas Special: A Holy Night in Another World (With a Certain Implication)

“An, aaan! Yuusha-sama, Yuusha-samaa!”

“N-Nicolette, ugh! I’m gonna…!”

In a chamber of the detached palace, Yuri, as usual, admired a maid cleaning, received the usual okay sign, and indulged in fervent wall-side passion.

After thoroughly releasing inside and feeling refreshed, his eyes caught the calendar on the wall.

The year’s end was approaching. And with it, that dreaded day from his old world.

“Ha… it’s already that time of year, huh?”

“Nn, Yuusha-sama, what’s wrong?”

Yuri let out an exaggerated sigh.

Seeing his unusually serious demeanor, Nicolette’s voice brimmed with concern.

“It’s almost Christmas, that’s all.”

“Kurismasu?”

“Yeah, it’s a festival from my old world…”

The worst possible way to realize it. Noticing Christmas mid-thrust with a girl. Straight to hell.

Still, this was another world, where the dominant faith was Mutras Temple. Shaking it off, Yuri let his thoughts drift to his past.

Jingle bells? More like single hell.

Glaring at passing couples with resentment, then heading to karaoke with his guy friends. Belting out songs, howling envy at all the world’s happy couples.

Bitter memories. Yuri hurriedly sealed them away, embracing the still-connected maid.

“Mmm, I’m so lucky to have someone like you, Nicolette.”

“Yuusha-sama… an, you’re getting hard again…♡”

“Sorry, mind if we continue on the bed?”

“Of course!♪”

Nupotto, he pulled out, and they dashed to the bed. Reinsertion, round two.

Enveloped in her sweet scent, those bitter memories faded far away. No longer qualified to envy happy couples, Yuri was a changed man.

But Nicolette didn’t forget the pained look on his face.

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“Hmm… maybe Yuusha-sama’s homesick.”

“Yeah, probably…”

In the palace dining hall, Nicolette confided in her fellow maid, Juliet. She recounted how Yuri had looked pained, recalling his past.

“He’s from a totally different world. Sure, maids exist here too, but… what’s it called, joshikousei? We don’t have those.

And nijigenyome, those don’t exist either.”

“Poor Yuusha-sama…”

He wasn’t pitiable in the slightest, nor did he deserve sympathy.

But to these two, mere mortals, it was beyond comprehension.

“On the 25th this month, there’s this festival called Christmas from his old world. He looked so sad then…

But he brushed it off right away, showering me with affection. I bet he was hiding his loneliness.”

Completely off the mark!

“Kurismasu? Oh, I heard about that! It’s, uh, when a god named Santa Claus gives everyone presents, right?”

“Like a temple festival, maybe?”

“Probably! Alright, let’s step up and throw a Christmas for Yuusha-sama!”

“Yeah, Juliet-chan! I bet he’ll be thrilled!”

And so, things began to spiral in a wonderfully absurd direction. A prime example that good intentions don’t always lead to sensible outcomes.

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“Juliet, your body’s so warm… ugh!”

“Aha!♪ Dopyudopyu, so hot and so much!♡”

That night, acting on impulse, Juliet joined Yuri for pillow talk, doubling as information gathering. Asking to be warmed up in the cold? Irresistible.

Sweating profusely in bed, they chatted.

“Hey, Yuusha-sama, what’s Christmas like?”

“Huh? Oh, right, I mentioned it before. It’s a festival celebrating a holy night.

There’s this old guy in red, Santa Claus, who gives kids presents, and everyone eats cake.

Though, it’s also a day for couples to get all lovey-dovey…”

“Hmm, sounds like a fun festival!”

“Y-Yeah, I guess.”

Hugged by a gorgeous gal, he couldn’t admit, “I was so jealous of couples…!”

And so, the information leaked freely.

“Saintess-sama, got a moment?”

“Of course, what is it? I’ll help however I can.”

“It’s about Yuusha-sama…”

“Your Highness, there’s a curious rumor among the maids.”

“A festival from another world?”

It spread like a virus.

And the result, on Christmas Day itself…

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“Heh heh, I heard all about it, Yuusha-sama. Your otherworld festival.”

“…How do you know?!”

A priestess from Mutras Temple, catching wind of the rumor, came to see Yuri.

“Oh, everyone’s been consulting me. A festival, after all, falls under the temple’s purview.

I hear you’ll be spending a holy night that’s quite sexy? Hyu-hyu!”

“You’re saying that with malice!”

“No, no, perish the thought. Mutras-sama herself would approve of a sexy night.”

Yuri clutched his head. Apparently, the holy Christmas had been mistaken for some fertility festival offshoot.

“Naturally, the temple wishes to assist. Here, we have a secret syrup, passed down through generations.”

“Hoh?”

“Used by shrine maidens to seduce their beloved. It’s renowned for turning even the densest man into a beast, ensuring a wild, passionate union.”

“That’s awful!”

“So, Merry Christmas! Enjoy your night!”

“Wait, what am I supposed to do with this…!”

Left holding the dubious syrup, Yuri stood dumbfounded.

Then, Beatrice arrived, eyes sparkling as she approached.

“Oh, Yuusha-sama, isn’t that the temple’s traditional syrup?”

“Uh, yeah, seems so.”

“I asked Lena to have it delivered.”

“Oh, really?”

What’s it for?

Curious but defiant against the priestess’s schemes, Yuri handed it over. Vera or Lunaria would spell trouble, but the saintess? Surely safe.

He’d realize his grave mistake soon enough.

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“Merry Christmas!”

“Hold on a sec.”

In the palace bedroom, summoned for “preparations,” Yuri found noble ladies and maids in miniskirt Santa outfits.

“Doesn’t this outfit turn you on? It does, right, Yuri-sama?♪”

“Hehe, your present’s this Santa, Yuusha-sama!♡”

“These otherworld clothes are so bold when made like this.”

Leading the pack was the mastermind. The princess, all in for cosplay, struck sultry poses with Juliet in a navel-baring, two-piece outfit.

And Regina, usually shy and refined, had endured embarrassment to prepare such attire.

Yuri had sketched a Santa outfit at her request.

But Regina and Juliet’s bold otherworld twist landed it in the same risqué territory as his old world’s scandalous designs. Human nature doesn’t change much.

“T-Thanks… uh, there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.”

The misunderstanding had spiraled into a full-on sexy-night orgy.

Bringing his world’s culture to this one? Fine idea. But to warp it this far…!

Yuri’s conscience nagged. Then, a lifeline appeared.

“The cake’s ready!”

“Wow, looks delicious!”

Beatrice, the saintess, arrived last. Her usual sheer vestments, normally eye-catching, seemed modest here.

And the Christmas cake—finally, something true to his world…!

Surely, sweets couldn’t be misinterpreted.

Or so Yuri thought, though something nagged at him. Hadn’t something bad happened earlier…?

“Wow, it’s amazing! Beatrice, you’re an incredible cook.”

“Hehe, I’ve been practicing.”

“Truly, such a splendid taste. I’ve never had such a delicious cake.”

“Saintess-sama, you’re amazing! Even making sweets!”

Gathered around, munching cake, it finally felt like Christmas. But then…

Their cheeks flushed, and they began to squirm in unison.

Yuri sensed something amiss.

His “elephant” was rising with a paon, stronger than usual, an unbearable urge.

He wanted to do it.

His hips itched, craving to pin someone—anyone—down.

Then, he recalled (far too late) the daytime’s events.

“B-Beatrice, did you… use that syrup?”

“Yes! Perfect for tonight’s festival!”

Puttsun.

Yuri’s rationality snapped, awakening the beastly playboy within.

Not much different from usual, but he pounced on the ringleader, Juliet.

“If it’s come to this, I’ll make it a white Christmas!”

“An, Yuusha-sama!♡ Open your present more gently…♪”

The bedsheets, courteously crimson, contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.

No choice but to unwrap this gift and savor its contents.

The sexy maid was stripped in moments, Yuri plunging into her bare core.

“Fwaa, feels so good, Yuusha-sama… I’m gonna fly…!”

“Haa, haa, more, more sex…!”

The syrup’s effect was phenomenal. As beastly Yuri went all out, the other girls closed in, deftly stripping him.

Focused on thrusting, he barely noticed until soft, squishy sensations pressed against him, forcing a glance.

Half-naked ladies and maids clung to his body.

“Yuusha-sama, please, favor me next…”

“Oh, grant me a present too…”

“Sorry, kid, I can’t hold back either… nn!”

Clara, usually reserved; Vera, all in; and Reza, surprisingly unrestrained. Enveloped in their sweet scents, Yuri reached his first climax.

“Juliet, ugh, inside…!”

“Nihi, thanks for the present, Yuusha-sama!♡ An!♡”

Dopu, byurubyuru.

Pouring his pent-up release into the Santa maid’s core.

Byukubyuku, he unleashed, then nupotto, pulling out, white seed dripping.

But with girls clinging, there was no pause before round two. His toes and hips licked, it was already underway.

“Hamu, nn!”

“Reza-san, that’s not fair!”

A passionate kiss from the former courtesan. Reinserting into a slick core.

Thus, the first Christmas in this world passed in a delightfully debauched haze.

Chapter 60: The Outcome of the Escort Request

Having saved the Stargazer maiden from peril and safely escorted her home, Yuri found himself in a predicament.

He had, quite deliciously, claimed her chastity, taking the maidenhood of the Stargazer.

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

“What, you mean—?”

At the moment of release inside her, her profoundly ominous (or perhaps auspicious, depending on the view) words made Yuri belatedly think, This is bad.

But with a beautiful girl clinging to him, pleading, “Stay with me,” there was no shaking her off. In her room, the bed creaked with gishigishi and her moans of an’an.

Meia was utterly enthralled by the newly discovered act of intimacy.

“What’s this called, Yuri?”

“Huh?”

After yet another round, she poked at his softened length with curiosity, asking with genuine intrigue.

Her knowledge of such matters was practically nonexistent.

To plunge into raw intimacy and release inside her in the heat of the moment—truly deplorable sex education.

“Uh, well… it’s called a penis, I guess. Or dick, or cock…”

“Penis.”

Hearing such crude words from her doll-like, pristine face sent shivers down his spine. Yet Meia, oblivious, murmured “penis” again, poking the flesh.

Such teasing inevitably roused the hero’s sealed sword, stirring with a mukumuku.

“Oh, it got big again. Does this feel good?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then, let’s do it again? Um… put your penis in my… pussy, to feel good.”

Lying on her side, arms outstretched in a beckoning “come here,” Meia lured him. Yuri, helplessly drawn, slipped in with a nupunupu.

Though he knew it was trouble, Yuri couldn’t help but pull fate toward himself.

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Weak to temptation and prone to becoming a wolf, Yuri still had a sense of responsibility. This can’t go on, can it? So he brought Meia to the detached palace.

In the opulent, sprawling estate, Meia’s eyes widened, but Yuri had bigger concerns.

After all, she might be… pregnant!

And she was very enthusiastic, saying things like, “I want to have a baby soon.” The hero who’d faced evil gods humming nonchalantly was powerless before life plans.

Fortunately, the palace housed a reliable older sister figure. Yuri’s hopes rested on her.

“B-Bo-ya?”

“I’m so, so sorry…”

Hands on hips, Reza loomed as Yuri executed a flawless, somber bow. The hero’s confidante sighed at his unnecessarily polished gesture.

“Apologizing so earnestly is unfair. But, like I’ve said before, it’s easy for boys to just release, but it’s a big deal for girls. So, um, Meia-san, what do you think?”

“Me? I want to have Yuri’s baby.”

“N-No, that’s not what I mean… You just met him, right? Are you okay deciding your future so quickly?”

“It’s fate. I’m bound to Yuri’s star. And you’re the same.”

“…Stargazers are something else. You can see it, huh…”

Now it was Reza’s turn to widen her eyes. Of course, she hadn’t shared her own history with Yuri.

But something unmistakable glimmered in Meia’s clear eyes.

“Wait a sec, Meia-san. Come with me? I need to ask you some girl stuff.”

“? Okay, but… girl stuff?”

Looking puzzled, Meia followed Reza into a private room to discuss “girl stuff” like cycles.

Ten minutes later, Reza returned, arms crossed, deep in thought.

“Hmm, the timing’s a bit iffy. But just in case, it might be best for you to stay at the palace for a while.”

“Is that okay?”

“It’s fine, right?”

“O-Of course!”

The hero’s confidante, sometimes with decision-making power.

Thus, Meia settled into the palace, quickly becoming a mascot-like presence.

After all, young women love fortune-telling, especially when it’s done by a doll-like beauty, so her popularity was inevitable.

But regardless of her cycle…

“Yuri… I’m aching again…”

“Then, tonight, let’s take extra care to ease it…”

Such antics led to predictable outcomes.

Yuri was adept at digging his own grave.

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Naturally, this outcome didn’t escape his party members.

Specifically, it came up during the guild report.

Even if he hid their cohabitation, a blushing girl clinging to him made it painfully obvious what had happened.

“Guilty!”

“Ugyaaa!”

Yuri faced hell under Eremia’s iron claw. Let it be said again: her physical strength was unmatched in the party.

That fishpond felt less like an ominous star than this.

“Yarichin.”

Lucius and Agamemnon fixed him with cold, judgmental stares.

And Sonia, the receptionist?

“Yuri-san? Your relationship with a client is your freedom.

But getting involved right after meeting… that’s a bit questionable as a person, don’t you think?”

She launched into a lengthy lecture.

Sure, they wanted the ominous prophecy dispelled, but not morality along with it.

The report was a mess: the ruins were already destroyed, there was a monster fishpond, they held a game meat party—utterly incoherent.

Sonia’s head ached.

“Honestly… ugh, but I’m the one who sent this playboy out! As an apology, take all this bacon!”

“…Eremia, thanks. Let’s eat game together again.”

“Aye, how about we work that stud horse over there and make some prime groundfowl next?”

“Indeed. Let’s drink for free on that incubus’s tab.”

“Guh, gnnn, I can’t even argue…!”

What did these people even accomplish?

The ever-suffering receptionist let out a long haa sigh.