Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 7: From Virgin to Playboy

Chapter 7: From Virgin to Playboy

In a corner of the Dark Continent, home to the demonkin, the world’s four mightiest beings gather with grave expressions.

Lucius, the Demon King.

Eremia, the Undead Queen.

Agamemnon, the Dragon King.

And Yuri, the hero from another world.

Yuri’s unprecedentedly serious face draws in the others. After all, what could make this lunatic—who shouted, “Ohh, the classic setup is here!” before facing an evil god’s revival—look so solemn?

Finally, Yuri speaks, voice heavy with the weight of a life-altering event.

“I messed up… I slept with the princess, and the next day, I slept with the maid.”

His battle comrades listen with utmost gravity. Then, all three close their eyes—and—

“Playboy supreme, that’s hilarious!”

“Pathetic hero, screwing up with your lower half? I’m dying!”

“Pfft, a stud! We’ve got a stud here!”

They erupt into laughter.

Eremia’s the worst, clutching her stomach and literally rolling on the ground, gasping with wheezing giggles.

Bathed in the warmth of his friends’ camaraderie, Yuri sheds tears. He lunges at them, sparking a brawl that reshapes the terrain—but that’s just their usual chaos.

“Gods, that was the best laugh… So, playboy, what’s next? Taking responsibility and becoming king?”

“My heart’s as clear as a blue sky. Tell me, lecherous hero, who’re you bedding next?”

“I’m in such high spirits, I’ll give thee sage advice. I’ll brainstorm names for thy children!”

What… utterly useless allies…!

Yuri’s fists tremble, teeth gritted, but in this world, these are the only ones he can talk to about his lower-half troubles. No choice.

“I-I don’t think it’s that simple. Plus, I’m an otherworlder, right? Our bodies might be different or something.”

“Demons can breed with humans. Thou art far closer to human than demon. Argument debunked.”

“That ‘if no kids, it’s a free pass’ mindset? Peak playboy.”

“…Tch…”

It’s not that he’s dissatisfied with Lunaria or Clara. They’re amazing girls, far beyond his league.

But Yuri, barely past twenty, balks at the idea of marriage at his age.

As a modern guy, the straight line from sex to marriage to kids feels restrictive. Bluntly, he wants to keep playing the field.

When he admits this honestly, Eremia, surprisingly, throws him a lifeline.

“But playboy, don’t royals and nobles have, like, harems?

You said it yourself—the classic move for a guy from another world is to build a harem. Can’t you just let it slide with that? Hide a tree in a forest, you know.”

“…Except protagonists who do that never get to go back home.”

“Zamaa!”

In the end, the night devolves into a drunken revelry, yielding no productive discussion, just the three others laughing like idiots.

As the drinking winds down, a desperate Yuri starts recounting his first time, which Lucius later calls “utterly cringe.”

*

The next morning, Yuri teleports back to the palace, greeted by the noble Princess Lunaria and loyal Clara.

He feels the awkward guilt of a cheater, but with nothing to hide, he speaks plainly.

“Man, I drank with those guys till dawn.”

“Those guys? You mean the Demon King, Undead Queen, and Dragon King? You’re really close, huh.”

“Yeah, we hang out and talk nonsense all the time. Eremia even hits me up with telepathy whenever something’s up.”

Yawning, Yuri heads to his room, Clara trailing behind.

Lunaria, left alone, feels sweat bead on her cheek.

She knew they were close, but this tight?

“…Father, we really need to hurry with those rewards. This is bad.”

All three are the world’s most powerful figures. Lunaria’s kingdom, meanwhile, is just a middling human nation.

Yuri, for some reason, shows respect to the king, but he’s actually far above them in status.

With nations already hounding them about “the hero’s rewards,” the fact that Yuri’s chummy with the three rulers is a disaster. There’s no real reason he has to stay in this kingdom.

As the royal family grapples with this headache and ministers argue noisily, Yuri sleeps soundly till noon. For some reason, Clara’s snuggled up beside him, so in a groggy haze, he slips inside her, feels refreshed, and goes back to sleep. Quite the life.