Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 8: Bonus: Pure Maid and Second-Sleep Sex

Chapter 8: Bonus: Pure Maid and Second-Sleep Sex

“…Mmm?”

Yuri, after a morning bath and a beeline to bed, stirs awake a few hours later. Normally, he’d sleep like a log, but something rouses him.

“Mmm, so warm and comfy…”

It’s the soft, warm hug of a body pillow. Touching it feels so good that his groin starts stirring. Rubbing sleepy eyes, he grinds against the plush, elastic pillow.

“Fah, you’re awake, Hero-sama…?”

“Huh? Clara…? My pillow’s… turned into Clara…”

Half-asleep, Yuri thinks he’s dreaming. Why else would Clara, in lingerie, be in his bed?

“Clara, your body’s so soft and nice…”

“Ah, something hard’s pressing against my butt… eek!”

“Your breasts are so soft… so fluffy…”

“Fufu, Hero-sama… Please, use my body as you like.”

Permission granted, somehow.

In a dreamy haze, he rubs his leaking tip against her full hips, staining her skin. Both hands seize her ample bust, kneading the pliant flesh.

No pillow in the world could compare to this.

What a dream, he thinks dimly, going wild. He fondles her breasts, licks her pale nape, and grinds against her rear, swelling with need.

“Ah, fuu… Hero-sama…”

Her nape must be sensitive—each lick draws a plaintive moan. Her neck’s already dotted with kiss marks, enough to show if her maid collar shifts.

“Time to dig in…”

“Yes, please. Bury your precious part in this lowly maid’s naughty hole.”

Slip.

His arched length glides into Clara’s warmth. The insertion is smooth.

Yuri pushes to her deepest core, pausing to savor the clinging folds while slowly twisting his hips.

It’s a languid coupling, their bodies joined as if confirming their bond.

“Oh, Clara, you feel amazing… Hey, Clara.”

“Mmm, fweh?”

“Don’t call yourself a lowly maid. You’re my adorable maid, Clara.”

“Hyah!”

Nibbling her ear, her pure face flushes crimson.

Half-asleep, Yuri’s words ooze the “cringe” Lucius warned of—lines he’d die of shame for if awake.

“I’ve always thought you were amazing. Rocking that classic maid outfit with such poise. Your face is gorgeous, your chest is huge—I’ve been secretly dancing inside, thinking how lucky I am.”

“Fah, t-to think someone like me…!”

“Getting to sleep with a beauty like you? I’m the luckiest guy.”

“Hero… sama…!”

The loyal maid is overwhelmed. So moved, she sways her hips instinctively. Her lower half can’t stop—she wants this man, joined to her, to feel good.

With that sole desire, she writhes, stimulating him.

Yuri matches her, undulating his hips, stirring her slick folds, their sensitive parts rubbing together.

Slow but intense. Under the covers, their bodies squirm, entwine, and meld like vines.

“Ah, I’m gonna come!”

“Nnh!”

Spurt, spurt.

Vulgar, sticky fluid floods the pure maid. His swollen length throbs, pumping out thick release after release.

“Ohhh… God, that feels good…”

“Hero-sama… ♡”

Clinging from behind, he strokes her lower abdomen lewdly, hips still grinding. His twitching length squeezes out every last drop into her.

Talk about a consultation—this is textbook breeding sex.

Ever so politely, he keeps rocking even after finishing, caressing her smooth belly with a goofy chuckle.

Even if it weren’t Clara, anyone would think he’s trying to make a baby. No hint of pulling out.

Still buried inside, Yuri drifts back to sleep. Feeling her beloved hero’s warmth, Clara succumbs to sweet drowsiness too.

What face Yuri makes upon waking, or what pitiful dogeza he performs on the bed, is another story.