Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 61 & 62

Chapter 61: Blonde Noblewoman Loves It Rough

The residents of the detached palace could be broadly sorted into three groups.

First, led by Princess Lunaria, the exalted ones—genuine royalty and noble ladies.

Incidentally, every one of them had shared physical intimacy with him before arriving.

Next, the maids, officially endorsed by the royal family as potential “mistresses.” All young and stunningly beautiful.

Lately, they’d all joyfully become “mistresses.”

Finally, the girls Yuri had brought himself. Led by his confidante Reza, including the saintess and the Stargazer maiden—a diverse bunch.

In this sprawling harem, the one handling all manner of adjustments was the leader of the noble ladies’ faction: Vera Dominia, daughter of the Duke of Dominia.

A girl with a penchant for haughty “hohoho” laughs, villainess-like, but renowned for her kind heart.

So, what was Vera up to?

“An, Yuusha-sama! If you’re so rough, I…! An, fuu!”

On her lavish bed, she indulged in self-pleasure.

With a harem this vast, bad timing could mean a week without relief.

For a young, healthy maiden, that was torture. Her body, left wanting, had no choice but to ache.

Thus, in provocative lingerie to set the mood, she imagined a pent-up Yuri ravishing her roughly, biting the sheets as she teased her core.

A duke’s daughter, schooled in etiquette and politics, yet her solo play was fiercely intense.

On all fours, writhing, she stroked her slit with wet kuchukuchu sounds, unleashing shameless cries.

The palace walls were thick, so it barely leaked to neighboring rooms.

Or rather, pressing an ear to the door let quite a bit through.

“W-Wow, Vera-sama… you’re really pent up…”

A maid, there for cleaning, grew suspicious at no response to her knock and listened in—jackpot.

Muffled moans from beyond the door. Having just passed Yuri elsewhere, she deduced it was self-indulgence.

Daily goodwill paid off in moments like these.

She pivoted gracefully, seeking the hero. Spotting Yuri wandering about was no trouble.

Feigning urgency, she relayed:

“Ah, Yuusha-sama! Um, I heard pained voices from Vera-sama’s room… could you check on her?”

“What?! I’m on it!”

Deeply compassionate at heart, Yuri bolted. “Like the wind” didn’t do it justice—his feet scarcely touched the ground.

He rocketed to Vera’s door, flinging it open with a batan—no knock.

“Vera, you okay!?”

“Yuusha-sama, fwa, Yuusha-samaaa—kyan!?”

Yuri burst in at the peak of her ecstasy. Mouth freeing from the sheets, her climactic cry erupting—that very instant.

“Ah, uu, nooo…!”

“Uh, s-sorry!”

Vera shrieked, diving under the sheets to hide.

Stunned by the unforeseen, Yuri froze, rooted in place. Vera recovered first, though face still veiled, murmuring a faint excuse.

“My deepest apologies… for showing you such an unsightly sight. Laugh at me, Yuusha-sama.

I’m a disgusting woman, comforting myself while thinking of you.”

Words laced with uncharacteristic self-mockery and loathing from the proud lady.

Yuri, ever the type to meddle for better or worse, couldn’t ignore it. He strode to the bedside, yanking the sheet away to grip her hand firmly.

Peeking out with wide eyes, her tear-glazed blue gaze met his intense stare. Deadly serious, he poured out:

“No way! Imagining me while touching yourself… I’m moved! I’m glad I was born!”

“Huh?”

“I love naughty girls! If you can’t hold back, just say the word! I’ll help, no question!”

A confession laced with blatant ulterior motives. Earnest between them, but objectively? Utterly absurd.

“Actually, I wanna help now…!”

“S-Such, Yuusha-sama…♡”

Her slender hand squeezed tight, cheeks blooming pink.

A glance downward: his trousers tented, pleading let me cooperate.

Men might lie with words, but not below the belt. Understanding his sincerity, Vera sighed in relief.

Seducing men was noble trickery. But being caught mid-self-comfort? Utter humiliation.

His fierce affirmation stirred something new in her heart: “spoiling,” or so it was called.

Yuusha-sama might indulge even my basest pleas…

Spot on.

“Then… will you… cooperate?”

“Of course! Leave it to me! I’ll do whatever you want!”

He even anticipated her plea. Emboldened, Vera cast aside ladylike restraint.

“Yuusha-sama… please, take me from behind.”

Back on all fours, hips wiggling. Delicate fingers parting her folds—pussy spread.

A win-win; Yuri beamed. Clothes shed in a flash, he leaped onto the bed, ready.

“Alright, then… bon appétit!”

“Hauuu!♡ Aa, your penis is coming in…!”

Her primed core, awaiting him, took him with a slick nupunupuzupuri. Effortlessly to the hilt, pachyu—lower bodies flush.

Her plump walls clenched kyunkyun around his shaft.

For the hero, pure paradise.

An idiotic “oho” escaped, his face slackening unbecomingly.

Savoring the molten closeness, it was Vera who began squirming, hips yearning.

“An, Yuusha-sama, I beg you… be rougher. Like a beast, ravish me.”

“Huh? Like a beast… you sure?”

“Yes! I-I… I’ve been wetting myself imagining just that, a shameless woman…”

A shiver raced his spine.

Vera, blonde beauty with azure eyes, boasted flawless form.

Flawless round breasts, cinched waist, plump hips—an S-curve like a foreign model.

To think she not only soaked for him, but craved doggy, hips bucking, begging for rough panpan.

Deeply touched, Yuri slammed forward—a merciless hammer-thrust. Her 17-year-old womb quaked, pale form writhing.

“Hyauu! An, yes, this, yesss…!”

“Ugh, this is the best…”

Gripping her waist to pin her, he pounded relentlessly, as if dismantling her beauty. Zuzun—delicate walls scraped raw.

Parting writhing flesh, he battered her cervix.

“Hau, aaa, incredible, so incredible…! Can’t… breathe…♡ Like a dream…!”

Vera gasped raggedly. Clawing the sheets, mouth gaping for air, cries unabated.

Yuri, already feral, needed no urging—but another plea arrived.

“Treat me like an object…! Pull my hair, command me to bear your child!”

“H-Huh, really…? Alright, you slut, I’ll make you carry my kid! We’ll propagate together!”

“An, more, more!”

“M-More? Uh… y-you, with this amazing pussy! You want my baby, huh?

I’ll knock up the noble heir with my NEET seed!”

“Yes! Bestow the exalted NEET blood upon House Dominia!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah!”

Yuri snapped back to reality, baffled.

Some disconnect there.

In this world, “NEET” registered to Vera as a title befitting a world-saving hero, surpassing even royalty.

He’d aimed for a degradation-game vibe—“Poor thing, bearing a lowlife like me”—but it twisted into a domineering prince ravishing the heroine.

Cross-cultural exchange was tricky.

Meanwhile, their intimate union reached its fevered peak. Slick jupujupu drips from the join, sensitive flesh grinding hot.

“Aa, I’m coming! Won’t let you escape—making my baby!”

“Baby, I’ll make your baby! Haan, spill your seed inside me…!”

“Kuu, so tight…! Ofu, kuuu!”

Dopu, byurubyuru.

In scorching heat, his torrent flooded her molten core.

Locking her slim waist, hips mashed to her plush rear, byuubyuu—Yuri’s mouth hung slack in rapture.

Mind-numbingly blissful.

But as ecstasy ebbed with his release, clarity crept in. Wait, who’s trapped now? Me? Too late, as always.

“An… Yuusha-sama’s seed, filling me… so hot…♡

I’ll bear a healthy baby!♪”

“E-Ehehe…”

Such earnest words made him squeeze her tight, adoration swelling.

Yuri’s escape routes dwindled further.

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A week’s deprivation had left the dripping beauty aching, her vital body throbbing for union.

“Forgive me, Yuusha-sama… I’m a lewd woman.”

“Forgiven—with full force! Actually, this feels incredible…!”

On the bed, blonde lady burying her face in his crotch, adoringly laving his length.

His member swelled viciously, beading precum on her tongue. Licked peropero, meticulously, and Yuri was done for.

“N-Next… what do you want? I’m eager to help…”

“Ufufu. Then, pin me down, crush me under you?

Impregnate the helpless me without mercy.”

“R-Roger! Here goes!”

“Kya!♡ Yuusha-sama, so forceful—it’s wonderful!♪”

Splaying her elegant nude on rumpled sheets, he plunged zuburi.

Frog-like atop her, Yuri commenced the seeding press.

Chapter 62: Lily and Luwi’s Adventurer Circumstances

On a plain a short distance from the royal capital.

Lily and Luwi, novice adventurers, rode along in a senior adventurer’s wagon, soaking in the great outdoors.

Returning from a safe gathering quest. A relaxed journey, punctuated by yawns and idle chit-chat.

“Oh? You’re the daughter of the Klein Trading Company, missy! That’s a surprise. Why become an adventurer?”

“Haha, I was bedridden with illness for so long. Listening to adventurers’ tales was my greatest joy.

Papa said, now that I’m better, do whatever I like.”

“And that led to adventuring. Quite the bold choice.”

“Impressive.”

Handling the wagon were an adventurer couple in their thirties. Husband a warrior, wife a mage.

Their child was turning ten soon, apparently causing headaches with declarations of “I’ll become an adventurer!”

“I’d really prefer something safer.”

“Yeah. In this line of work, safety first doesn’t mean much—anything can happen.”

“Parental concern. If I ever carried a child… fufu, gufufu, jururi…”

“Luwi-chan, isn’t that a bit premature?”

“No need to rush, Luwi. From what I see, Yuri’s not entirely indifferent.”

“W-W-W-Who said anything about that brat! I-It’s just, Yuri-brat has high mana? A-And he looks at me with passionate eyes?

B-B-B-But if, hypothetically, the brat and I tied the knot… our party, the Stick Sisters, would become the Pole Sisters…”

The couple couldn’t help but chuckle at the rather crude joke. After all, the speaker looked about twelve—a delicate little girl.

They silently vowed to keep this Yuri away from children. Pure parental instinct.

“That ship’s sailed long ago. Besides, I love Yuri, but I love Luwi too.

Sharing the one we love—what’s wrong with that?”

“U-Uuu—I’m a sage, I know these things exist…!

But as the one involved, it’s confusing…”

“Fufu, Luwi’s adorable.

Speaking of, Sonia mentioned—Yuri apparently made a move on the Stargazer girl, Meia. Impressive as ever.”

“What!? He added another one, that brat!”

“Completely smitten, from what I hear. Master of romance. I need to take notes.”

Better cut ties with that guy.

The couple nearly blurted it out. From the stories alone, this Yuri sounded awful.

A lolicon lusting after twelve-year-old Luwi, hands on Lily, and now Meia too—yet utterly nonchalant.

How to broach it? As they exchanged glances—

“Hm? Lily, monster.”

“Oh? A monster? Rare for a quest to end without incident.”

Suddenly, the air around the two shifted.

Even veteran adventurers felt it—an overwhelming presence.

From across the plain, thundering footsteps. Charging toward them: an ogre warrior.

“Bad news—that’s an ogre! We’ll hold it off—girls, run to the guild and report!”

“Tell the Klein Company we stalled it!”

Earnest faces, despite the bluntness.

Ogres were powerful monsters. Strength varied, but even C-rank adventurers couldn’t let their guard down.

It would be a tough fight. Sweat beaded on their brows.

But Lily, unfazed:

“An ogre, huh. Hey, mind leaving this to me?”

“Perfect timing. A little… no, martial arts practice.”

“E-Eh!? Missy, that’s an ogre! You’re still F-rank!”

“Well, technically. But I need combat practice. Don’t worry—if things go south, Luwi’s got support.”

Waving casually, Lily stepped forward. The couple gripped their weapons, watching tensely.

In the howling wind, the beautiful Vampire Lord faced the ogre warrior.

Rude to the anxious pair, but to the trained eye—it looked like bullying the weak.

“Shii!”

Lily’s rapier thrust vanished into the ogre’s chest.

A lightning-fast strike to the heart—supposed to be elegant, dancing like a butterfly, stinging like a bee…

Gushari!

Not the most pleasant sound.

A cannonball-like hole blasted through the ogre’s chest.

The rapier’s surface area and the damage were wildly mismatched. Naturally, the tip shattered.

“…Ha?”

“…Eh?”

What was all the worry for? The couple gaped, dumbfounded. F-rank. What even was F-rank…

“Ahh, again. Hey Lily, give up on rapiers—try a battle axe?”

“Uuuu~! I wanted to nail the cool swordswoman vibe!”

Lily’s tantrum echoed across the sky.

The rookie duo hadn’t even settled on weapons yet.

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“Sigh… on the way back from herb gathering, they somehow encountered an ogre.”

“Yeah, Sonia. What should I do… broke another rapier…”

“Just use a war hammer already.”

Sonia let out a massive sigh.

Newbie adventurers Lily and Luwi. They’d promised no overreach, only safe quests—yet somehow…

These two attracted trouble like magnets.

And every time, they bulldozed through with brute force. Carbon copies of certain Troublemakers in mindset.

Soon to reach E-rank, but by feats alone, C-rank wouldn’t be strange.

“Hey, pretty lady. Won’t you heal my wounded heart…?”

“S-Stop staring!”

Lily clasped the receptionist’s hand, gazing wistfully. Midday, center of the guild—blatant flirting.

Ahem. “Anyway, if you encounter dangerous monsters, retreat first. Report to the guild. No recklessness.”

“Fufu, you’re worried. So kind, Sonia.”

“…Hey Lily. Using every chance to flirt isn’t good.

By the way, Sonia—testing a spell or two before retreating, that’s fine, right? Unused magic builds stress.

Sometimes I wanna unleash a massive firework—!”

“Luwi-san. Controlling firepower is part of a mage’s skill.

When was it you cratered outside town again?”

“T-That was a mistake! Come on, just one! One shot’s fine, right!?

I wanna blow off steam with a huge boom—!”

A vampire with giant-level power, and a trigger-happy mage who believed in firepower. Their future looked daunting.

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Meanwhile.

The less-than-praiseworthy senior adventurers, the Troublemakers—

“Gunu, don’t run! I-I’m not scary. See, this King of Darkness is super friendly. Come on!”

“What’s with that attitude toward the Undead Queen!?”

They struggled with reluctant horses.

Fine in the wagon bed, but mounting? Their presence radiated. Horses panicked, collapsed.

Irene, the instructor, could only smile wryly.

“U-Um…”

They’d asked the hero for riding lessons.

Yet somehow, the entire world-saving party assembled.

Irene nearly fainted, but seeing their true nature—“Ah, Yuri-sama’s friends”—she oddly accepted it.

And as rumored, they looked like ale-drinking tavern regulars. An unwanted glimpse into the world’s truth.

“Can’t I get a ride?”

“I got bucked off—!”

Not one had even reached the starting line for riding.

A future fraught with difficulty.

“…Everyone. First, gently stroke the horses. Tell them you’re not scary.

They’re all frightened. Horses are timid creatures.”

“Alright, there there—I won’t eat you. So let me ride, okay?”

“With me as your steed, we’ll gallop the Dark Continent’s wilds. Monsters pop up, but it’s nice!”

“In Necropolis, the undead will pamper you!”

In the end, acclimating the horses to the four took an entire day.

The path to riding mastery remained distant.