Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 6: Clara, the Devoted Maid’s Tender Service (Part 2)

Chapter 6: Clara, the Devoted Maid’s Tender Service (Part 2)

“Nnh, mchu, Hero-sama…!”

“Clara, oh, Clara!”

The prim, gentle maid he’s secretly admired is now pressing her breasts against him, offering herself freely. Surely, she’s the one at fault here.

With that flimsy logic, Yuri claims her lips. In the bath, they shift, and now he’s the one embracing her.

Clara, startled as her lips are taken, quickly melts into the passionate kiss. She clings to him, eagerly offering her tongue.

Their tongues entwine in a lascivious dance.

Less a sign of affection, more a prelude to mating. Panting heavily, they lose themselves in the kiss, swapping saliva with fervor.

“Let’s… do it.”

“Yes…”

“What do we do? Should we find somewhere private? Your room, maybe…?”

“No, here is fine.

Here, no traces will remain. No one will know you’ve taken a lowly maid like me…

So, please, don’t think—just unleash your frustrations. This favor will remain my secret alone.”

“Clara…”

What a selfless woman.

Moved by her kindness, his arousal surges, and he leads her soft hand out of the tub.

Clara, moving ahead, removes her towel with grace. She spreads it on the bathhouse floor and lies down.

“Come, do as you please…”

Her full, shapely breasts hold their form even lying down. Her waist curves enticingly, her hips lush like ripe fruit.

Unable to resist, Yuri covers her. The virtuous maid parts her thighs, welcoming his advance.

Slurp.

His swollen tip brushes her wet folds. Then, he notices her trembling shoulders. Could it be…?

“Clara… Is this your first time?”

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry, I’m inexperienced. I may not satisfy you, Hero-sama…”

“No way. I’m thrilled.”

No Naruk, that mysterious liquor, to ease the way.

But Yuri, no longer a virgin, presses forward fearlessly.

Her mature warmth yields, enveloping his rigid length.

“Ah, hah… Hero-sama’s precious part… it’s entering me…”

“Clara, you’re so hot and slick… ah.”

He feels that familiar resistance again—the proof of her virginity. Smiling, Yuri marvels. Yesterday, a fairy-like princess; today, the maid he’s admired.

“I’m taking your first, Clara.”

“Yes… Please, engrave yourself in me.”

Yuri pushes deeper. The barrier resists briefly before giving way with a soft pop.

“Ngh, ahh…!”

The black-haired maid bites a strand of her hair, enduring the pain. Her beautiful face twists, brows furrowed in discomfort.

Concerned, Yuri pauses inside her, but—

“It’s alright… It’s not too painful… Please, use my body to feel good.”

Tears glisten in her dark, beautiful eyes as she gazes up at him, urging him on.

Yuri feels himself harden further. He can’t hold back.

Driven by the primal urge to claim her, he begins to move, slowly but steadily.

“Nnh, haa… It’s so hard, so strong…!”

Even fresh from her first time, the maid praises him, aiming to please.

Her hot, tight folds cling to him, gripping fiercely. Her untouched core begins to fulfill its purpose—a bewitching haven meant to pleasure a man.

“Ah! Your weapon… it’s reaching so deep… I can’t, I’m… I’m feeling too good!”

After just a few thrusts, she’s the one unraveling in pleasure.

Yuri watches, satisfied, as she blooms rapidly before him.

A healthy young woman, past twenty, untouched until now—her ripe body seems to have been waiting for this moment. Each thrust molds her to him, her slick depths greedily clinging, already melting into a molten state.

“God, Clara, your pussy’s sucking me in.”

“Hyah, ah, aahn! It feels so good, Hero-sama!”

It’s a truly sensual sight.

Her tied-up hair has come loose, black strands splayed across the floor. Her creamy, vibrant body forms a striking contrast.

Her full breasts heave, her refined face glowing with desire. Her goddess-like form, legs spread shamelessly, declares itself a man’s plaything.

He’s about to sow his seed in this beauty.

Burning with lust, Yuri can think only of release. His hips move frantically, their bodies slapping together.

“Clara, Clara! I’m gonna come!”

“Aahn, please, grant me your favor!”

Spurt, spurt, spurt.

His vigorous morning arousal erupts. Gripping her hips, Yuri indulges in the raw pleasure, using her like a toy.

Each thick burst makes Clara moan sweetly, her hips writhing.

“So… good…”

“Fufu, I’m glad I could make you feel good, Hero-sama…”

Her delicate hands stroke the collapsing Yuri.

The towel, stained with her first time’s proof, will trouble them later—but that’s another story.

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The spark between a man and woman doesn’t fade easily.

Leaving the bathhouse, they dress and step into the corridor, but as they part, one grabs the other’s hand—whose first, it’s unclear.

Wordlessly, they slip into Clara’s room, shedding their clothes and diving into bed.

The start of a heated second round.

“Oh, Clara, Clara!”

“Hero-sama, you’re wonderful, aahn!”

Yuri, face slack with desire, presses into her, while Clara embraces him with a tender, loving gaze, recalling Lunaria’s words.

It was while cleaning Yuri’s room.

Lunaria, lounging languidly on the bed, had spoken.

“You know how they say men crave a woman’s touch when they’re lonely? When a man feels empty, he seeks a woman.

Yuri-sama’s been bottling up his feelings. When he held me, it all spilled out—his loneliness from being unable to return home.

Clara, if you’re willing, help me. Let’s fill Yuri-sama’s loneliness together.”

Yuri, now buried in the beautiful maid’s warmth, is brimming with joy. Lunaria overthought it—Yuri’s not that complex.

Grunting clumsily, he tangles with the beauty now his, their midday affair dragging on indulgently.

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“Lunaria-sama, is this really okay? Clara’s serious. Right now, she’s probably with Hero-sama…”

A maid, attending Lunaria as she sips tea elegantly, voices concern.

The princess brushes it off lightly.

“It’s fine. To keep Yuri-sama, the more women, the better.

A big family would be even better—no time for loneliness. It’ll fill his heart completely.

—Enough to forget his old world.”

Her lips curl into an enigmatic smile.

Not just calculation, nor mere affection. It’s the smile of a hunter ensnaring her prey.