Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 63 & 64

Chapter 63: Princess Lunaria’s JK Project (Part 1)

The detached palace is a profoundly peaceful place.

Not merely because the world-saving hero resides there, but because the girls are uniformly kind and accomplished.

Yet even this palace harbors a hidden, secret face.

“Then, let us begin today’s Yuusha-sama Conference.”

A gathering shrouded in secrecy, convened by Princess Lunaria: the Yuusha-sama Conference.

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“Um… yesterday, while cleaning, I chatted with Yuusha-sama. Somehow, the mood turned… intimate.

Right there on the fresh sheets… kya!♡”

“Hmm. Many maids get taken during cleaning. Does he get aroused by maids?”

“Definitely!”

The Yuusha-sama Conference: a forum where mistresses report to Princess Lunaria.

Today’s presenter: Nicolette, the soft, elegant beauty among the maids. Her vividly detailed experiences make her a vital source on the hero’s bedroom affairs.

All intel is meticulously recorded in the black-covered “Yuusha-sama Notebook ♡”—a veritable black-history tome of terror.

If exposed, the hero’s life (socially) ends.

The notebook’s very existence is a fatal wound.

“Also, yesterday was… my dangerous day.

When Yuusha-sama favored me, I mentioned, ‘Today’s a dangerous day.’

He panicked—‘That’s bad, really bad!’—but down there, it swelled mukumuku!

His grip on my hips was incredibly strong. Locked tight, and then…♡”

“He wants to make babies, doesn’t he?”

“Yes! He was so excited!”

Nicolette clenched her fists, eyes sparkling.

Lunaria’s pen glided, noting alongside the date: Nicolette dangerous day. Yuusha-sama eager to breed. Prepare early childbirth support.

No strategist rivals Lunaria at filling the moat.

Reza, the conference observer, twitched her lips.

“I-Is this okay…? Next year might be chaotic…”

“Yuri’s star is huge. Many stars connect, new stars born aplenty. Fate.”

“…Boya’s in for it.”

Recently joining: Meia, the Stargazer maiden. As a diviner, she’s perfect for the group.

“Hey, Meia-chan, can I bear Yuusha-sama’s baby?”

“Unclear yet. Yuri’s star too big, fate hides. But new stars will be born, no doubt.”

“I see… alright, I’ll keep trying!”

Nicolette exited, brimming with motivation.

Next: Regina, merchant’s daughter. She’d attended before, but a direct summons from the princess left her tense.

“E-Excuse me… Your Highness, I hope you are well…”

“Fufu, relax. We’re comrades in loving Yuri-sama, aren’t we?”

“Your Highness…”

A warm smile and playful wink melted the air.

Lunaria had an unwitting knack for charming people.

Eased, Regina presented her offering: attire strikingly novel in this world.

“Based on Yuusha-sama’s sketch, this is the ‘JK uniform.’”

“So this is the otherworld miko’s robe, ‘joshikousei.’ Quirky, yet practical.”

“It’s mobile. The skirt, though… no, quite short…”

“Perhaps their world has a love goddess like Mutras-sama.”

Cultural contamination at its finest.

Fortunately (or not), Yuri sketched well. Pillow talk queries—“What do joshikousei wear?”—led to casual drawings.

Handed to Regina, a clothing expert. Post-coital Yuri couldn’t foresee the outcome.

“Juliet mentioned it, and I’ve heard it myself—Yuri-sama talks about ‘joshikousei’ often.

Likely his greatest regret from his old world.”

“Yuusha-sama… he misses his homeland…”

A somber mood filled the room. Clutching the custom JK uniform, Lunaria declared with resolute eyes:

“We must dispel this regret. I’ll try it first.”

Lurking in the palace shadows, the Yuusha-sama Conference. Behind the peaceful facade, such terrifying schemes unfolded.

Meanwhile, what of the hero…?

“Ohh, fine wine.”

Casually drinking.

Pouring his own, nibbling refined cheese, another glass.

No work, full day off, delicious dinner, bonus top-shelf liquor. Return home? The thought evaporated.

He’d devolved too far into a bum to go back.

Initially, No net, no convenience stores… But three meals, naps, idol-like maids serving everything.

Even with net and stores, such a life was impossible.

Lunaria approached to deliver the final push.

Chapter 64: Princess Lunaria’s JK Project (Part 2)

Ton-ton.

At the sound of the knock, Yuuri headed toward the door with a small flicker of expectation.

It was night. According to their usual schedule, this was the time for the oyotogi, their night companionship.

“Hai~”

“Good evening, Yuuri-sama! ♪”

“Nnn…!? Lunaria, that outfit…!”

Yuuri’s body seized up completely. His eyes widened in shock, and he found himself staring, utterly transfixed, at the girl’s appearance.

The clothing—ah, what an incredible sight it was.

A navy blazer. A white dress shirt. A red ribbon tie.

And a plaid miniskirt.

Yes.

It was the unforgotten dream of every man, a dream he had left behind in his original world: the JK (Joshi Kousei), or high school girl, uniform.

“How do I look? I made the high school girl clothes that Yuuri-sama talks about so often! Your impression… ehehe, I don’t even need to ask, do I?”

“Amazing… this is like a miracle…”

Lunaria was a princess in this fantasy realm.

Her hair was a shimmering ash blonde. Her face was beautiful enough to make her the indisputable center of any idol group. Clothed in a luxurious gown, she was the princess everyone acknowledged. Even Yuuri had been completely captivated when he first met her.

Now, she wore the uniform of a high school girl. A princess dressed as a Joshi Kousei. Should such a thing even be allowed to exist?

“Please excuse me.”

“Ah, un.”

Lunaria walked past the stiff, frozen Yuuri and flopped down onto the bed.

Still rigid, he managed to close the door and then returned to the bed with the stiff steps of a tin soldier, settling beside her.

This was a page of youth he thought had been lost forever: the sweet and sour situation of being alone in a room with a high school girl.

Yuuri was acting profoundly suspicious, but Lunaria was surprised for a different reason.

(T-This effect is too much…!)

She could clearly feel Yuuri, sitting beside her, darting his gaze over her relentlessly. His legs were fidgeting, and she knew for a fact that he was thinking, ‘I want to pin her down!’

In that case, she decided, she would utterly corrupt him.

“Ah, how was that wine? I heard it was a good, aged vintage.”

“U-Un, it was incredibly delicious.”

“I see… Fufufu, for you, Yuuri-sama, I want to prepare all the pleasures life has to offer. Delicious food and fine wine. And a cute girl… ♪”

“Ah.”

She wrapped her arms around the hero’s neck, offering a sweet kiss. Lunaria was absolutely confident in her ability to ruin a man.

After pressing their lips together several times, she put on a pained, longing expression, and Yuuri was completely overcome.

“H-Hey, may I touch you?”

“Fufufu, why ask now? Considering the relationship between me and Yuuri-sama, you may always do as you wish ♡”

The JK princess herself lifted her skirt, giving him a flashing peek at what lay beneath.

In this exceedingly scandalous scenario, the Hero’s excitement reached its absolute peak.

“Woah, so smooth!”

“Nn.”

Sawasa. Nade-nade.

He meticulously stroked and fondled her fresh, youthful thighs with increasingly indecent hands.

“Lunaria!”

“Kya! ♪”

Finally losing all control, he pushed the girl down onto the bed.

Her ample bust lifted the blazer high as it rose and fell with her quickening breath.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wet and glistening. Her eyes were large and round, and her beauty was a noble blend of grace and charm.

The Hero’s trembling fingers opened the blazer, unfastening the buttons of the blouse one by one. Lunaria accepted this, seemingly tickled, but one detail bothered her.

“Hmm? You’re not taking off the ribbon?”

“Y-Yeah, because that’s the proper etiquette!”

Of course, it was not.

But in Yuuri’s mind, there was no other choice. This was sex with a high school girl, a dream he had longed for. To strip the uniform off completely was unthinkable.

(Perhaps this is a custom of his other world. Perhaps the Joshi Kousei are maidens who dedicate their love while still clad in their ritual robes.)

As her mind wrongfully slandered modern Japan, Yuuri’s hands grew busier. The blouse was now wide open, revealing bright white skin and a thin pink bra.

Her well-developed, impressive breasts made the bra seem tight, creating a plump, enticing cleavage.

When he gave the bra a slightly forceful lift, her fresh, bare breasts sprang out, bouncing.

“Hamu, chūchū!”

“Ahn, Yuuri-sama, you’re acting just like a baby! ♪”

He latched onto the beautiful pink nipple, kneading her breasts purely by instinct. These were the breasts he had squeezed and caressed at every opportunity since taking her virginity. There was still no sign of him getting bored.

On the contrary, tonight, infused with the magic of the high school uniform, Yuuri’s lust was at its zenith. He buried his face in her youthful breasts, squeezing and gripping, relentlessly immersing himself in her bosom.

“Ehe, that feels good, Yuuri-sama… But I want you to play with this too…”

“Ah…”

His hand was gently taken and smoothly guided beneath the skirt. Underneath the shorts, the girl’s precious part was throbbing with heat.

Yuuri sat up, lifted the plaid skirt, and placed his fingers on the edges of her shorts. Reverently, as though performing a vital rite, he slowly pulled the shorts down.

Lunaria lifted her hips and raised her legs to help him remove the underwear.

At that sensual sight, Yuuri’s member swelled almost to the bursting point, and he could only think of one thing: their coming together.

“Lunariaa…!”

“Nnnn.”

Nyupu-nyupu, zupuri.

The eager, pre-ejaculation-slick shaft was guided to her wet, parted flesh, rubbing the mucous membranes before sliding home. That spot was a hot, soaking paradise on Earth. A plump, firm—princess-hole—welcomed him.

He lifted both her legs, resting them on his shoulders, then pressed down upon the girl. Gazing at her half-undressed uniform figure, he began to slam his hips against hers with a pachu-pachu sound.

“Nnn, Yuuri-sama, you’re bigger than usual… ♡”

“W-When you dress like this! I won’t be able to stop myself!”

It felt like a dream. On the lavish bed, a JK princess in a rumpled uniform was giving herself over to a depraved act, gasping with lewd cries. With every hip-slam, her burgeoning breasts trembled, and her ribbon tie bounced precariously.

The royal and noble cunt was tight yet smooth, pleasantly gripping his penis with every thrust. It was a direct union, with nothing to obstruct it. He was thrillingly aware of the raw sensation, feeling every single fold of her flesh.

“Feels so good, this is the best…!”

Rubbing against the soft hole of the royalty, Yuuri cried out his pleasure with blissful rapture. Seeing the delighted face of the man she loved made Lunaria happy as well.

When the princess felt his penis begin to tremble slightly within her, realizing he was close, she spread her arms in a gesture of ‘come here.’

The Hero shifted his position, lowered the girl’s legs, and covered her reclining body. Clinging to her in complete contact, he entered the final push, and precisely at that moment, her slender legs wrapped around his waist. In the position of the daishuki hoorudo—’I love you so much’ hold—a dangerous phrase was whispered near his ear.

“Today is a really dangerous day for me.”

“~~~!?”

In that instant, Yuuri panicked intensely, yet his penis honestly swelled, growing a size larger. Cumming inside a princess-JK on her dangerous day. His lower body vigorously piston-pumped at the huge opportunity to use a young, beautiful, and noble girl to pass on his genes.

But as for his upper body:

“L-Lunaria, that’s seriously dangerous now…!”

It was the same line the maid, Nicolette, had spoken. Hearing it from the current princess magnified the danger threefold.

I’ll create a royal baby…!

Lunaria in a big-bellied wedding dress. A royal shotgun marriage. Childbirth. Child-rearing. Elite education.

In a moment, all these future visions flashed through Yuuri’s mind, and his face instantly hardened. Incidentally, his hips didn’t stop moving. It was dangerous, but what excites him, excites him.

At that moment, Lunaria’s graceful hands reached up and firmly framed his cheeks. Gazing intently into the Hero’s eyes, she whispered words of love, sweet as honey.

“Neh, you can forget about the future, okay? Don’t think about difficult things right now. I just want you to look only at me.”

That’s right, it’s only Lunaria right now. It’s the height of rudeness to embrace a girl while thinking about something else!

Yuuri, having found the perfect justification, lowered his gaze back to the girl.

The Princess-JK’s disheveled uniform. Her breath was ragged as his male organ was completely, tightly buried deep inside her. Her ‘pervy omanko’ tightened frantically, demanding the essence needed to create a Royal Family.

“I love you, Lunaria! I’m going to come inside you!”

“Nn, come, release all of it! Let’s make a healthy child! ♡”

Dokun. Doku-doku.

Released was the man’s hot, scalding semen. Carrying the Hero’s genetic material, the swarm of sperm began to swim inside the princess’s womb.

He couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop.

He rubbed his lower body against her smooth thighs, injecting the surging semen again and again.

Thinking only of the girl he held, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the act of reproduction. It would be a while before the Hero’s hips came to a rest.

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“Fuaa… Sa, that was the best…”

“Aha, I’m glad! ♡ To get you this excited, Yuuri-sama really must love the Joshi Kousei, mustn’t he? ♪”

That was an incredibly difficult statement to affirm.

If he were to honestly nod here, he felt like he would be admitting to being the absolute worst man. Yet, Yuuri was a man who couldn’t lie to himself.

“I love it…!”

He admitted it like a pervert. And finally, he let slip the words Lunaria had wanted most.

“I was so moved. To be able to have sex with a high school girl here… I guess I don’t need to go back home anymore.”

“Eh…?”

Lunaria’s large eyes trembled with surprise. For Yuuri, this was merely the final confirmation of something he had been considering for a while.

“A-And besides, I can’t exactly avoid taking responsibility anymore… If everyone is fine with it, I think I’ll just stay here in this world.”

“~~~! Yuuri-sama!”

“Nuwah!?”

The overcome princess launched herself at him in a furious, tackle-like embrace. Yuuri let out a pathetic gueh sound for a moment.

“Yuuri-sama, Yuuri-samaa… I’m so happy! You’re going to stay, you’re going to stay with me…!”

“Lunaria…”

The princess was smiling through her tears, her usual composure completely gone, as she pressed her entire body against him. Even the typically dense Yuuri felt his heart tug at her devoted appearance. So, half-distractedly, he stroked the girl’s head and spoke to her in a soothing, gentle voice.

“I haven’t been back for over half a year, you know. If my university registration is cancelled, I’ll really be a NEET. I’d be grateful if you could just hire me here.”

“Fufufu, what are you saying? Yuuri-sama is already a Marquis! If you just live here with me forever, I don’t need anything else in the world!”

Weaving her words through sobs, Lunaria was filled with a happiness that astonished even herself.

It had all started with her own honey trap, after all. Even though she knew half of her intentions were calculated, what was this overflowing emotion she felt?

“I love you, Yuuri-sama.”

“T-Thanks…”

She wiped her tears and gave him a smile that bloomed like a flower. Yuuri, in turn, felt a sweet, fluttering, almost adolescent feeling in his heart.

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And so, the JK Project ended in a huge success, but this also greatly amplified a monumental misunderstanding.

“Hey, Yuuri-sama. Are Joshi Kousei really priestesses from your original world?”

“Fueh?”

When she asked him this during their pillow talk, Yuuri froze. What was the source of this misconception?

“Yuuri-sama didn’t take off my uniform all the way until the end. I thought maybe it was some kind of ritual, an exotic custom where you show your commitment by burying yourself inside me while I’m still in my holy attire… ♡”

“…Erm. I believe there is a great misunderstanding here, and I would like to attempt to resolve it. May I, Lunaria-san?”

“Fufufu, what’s with the sudden seriousness, Yuuri-sama?”

“…A high school girl, you see, is, erm, just a student who attends school.”

Eh? Lunaria cocked her head.

Based on the Hero’s extreme excitement and his reluctance to remove the uniform until the very end, she had been certain they were a special, almost sacred existence. If they were just students, there were plenty of those in this world, too. They had the Royal Academy, and even commoners attended schools if they were talented.

“Then, then what about these clothes?”

“They’re called school uniforms. It’s a rule that students who attend the school wear the same clothes. And that’s what this uniform is… though I was shocked by how perfectly you recreated it.”

An uncomfortably awkward silence hung in the air, but she was Lunaria. She quickly changed her mind, taking a path that went far beyond the Hero’s expectations.

“In that case, let’s introduce the uniform concept into the Royal Academy.”

“Heh?”

“The design will naturally be this one. How about that? We’ll have lots of Joshi Kousei! ♪”

As expected of a princess, her ideas were enormous. However, if he allowed that, the bad reputation of the—the Hero Who Loves High School Girls—would spread like a wildfire. At worst, it would not be strange if history books recorded: ‘The Hero Loved High School Girls.’

Even having decided to stay, the Hero was now facing a profound crisis.