Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 85 & 86

Chapter 85: A Quiet Consultation in the Garden (Part 1)

The palace garden is so vast it stretches the definition of “garden.” Along a forested path within, Yuri and Reza stroll side by side.

“Jeez, what’s up? Wanting to be alone with me like this?”

“C-C’mon, I just wanted to talk about stuff with you, Reza-san.”

Yuri seems to have something on his mind but struggles to broach it. Sensing his hesitation, Reza tries a different topic.

“Oh, about Lily-chan the other day—I might’ve been too harsh. If she’s feeling down, tell her not to take it too seriously, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. But when I saw her, she was already back to her cheery self.”

“…Sigh. That girl’s a handful.”

Reza and Lily get along, despite everything. Reza can’t help but fuss over her like a troublesome little sister. Watching Lily, for some reason, reminds her of the endearing guy before her. They’re not alike in specifics, but something about them feels similar.

“Still, I felt bad. She’s a vampire, right? Visiting at night’s just her thing.”

“Huh? But Lily’s a Lord. She roams around in daylight fine. Unless she’s, like, sunbathing on a tropical beach, she’s good.”

“…Even their toughness is alike.”

As the hero’s advisor, Reza’s head aches with the growing roster of troublemakers. The four world-saving heroes are already peas in a pod with their chaos, and now a high-spec addition? What’s going on?

But right now, Yuri’s worries take precedence. A former courtesan, Reza’s attuned to people’s nuances. Seeing Yuri fidget, she decides to nudge him.

“So… going out of your way to be alone with me—you’ve got something to talk about, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah… It’s about Lunaria.”

A royal issue, of all things. Reza wants to yell, I’m the hero’s advisor, not the royal family’s!

“So, Sonia-san’s staying at the palace, right? I went to tell her father figure she’s safe at a friend’s place, and—”

“You got yourself in deep trouble.”

“I thought I was dead!”

Guildmaster Argos’s face, already grim, had twisted into a murderous scowl—a killing intent that’d send serial killers running.

“Look, Bo-ya. Dropping vague hints like that just makes people angrier. If you’d said, ‘I’m dating your daughter,’ he wouldn’t have been that mad.”

Pure logic. Yuri’s got no comeback.

“Sorry… So, I was thinking—how do I explain Lunaria to the king? He’s been good to me, so… maybe I should dogeza first?”

“Bo-ya, this ‘fix everything with dogeza’ habit? Not good.”

“S-Sorry…!”

Reza rubs her temples, groaning. She’s only met the king once, when Yuri saved her, but even then, his care was evident. He wouldn’t lower himself to a street courtesan or create a bizarre “hero’s advisor” role otherwise.

Dogeza would just fluster the king, she can picture it.

“Besides, your thing with the princess is officially approved, right? Why bring it up now?”

“W-Well, I’ve never actually gone to talk to him myself… Lunaria says it’s approved, but…”

Such a spineless world-saving hero.

“Go greet him properly.”

Reza’s dead serious. Give me a break.

“Y-Yeah… But Lunaria might say something wild…”

“Like?”

“‘Then, Yuri-sama, let’s go from dating to marriage!’ or something.”

“That’s where it’s headed, so just accept it. Dating royalty means that.”

True enough. In Reza’s mind, if Yuri said, “I’m dating your daughter!” the king would ring wedding bells on the spot, proclaiming, “Let’s hold the ceremony!” No surprise there.

“M-Marriage? I’m barely past twenty, and Lunaria’s seventeen! Isn’t that a bit soon…?”

“For nobles, that’s normal. In rural villages, fifteen’s common for marriage.”

To Yuri, it feels like a college kid tying the knot, and Lunaria’s like a high school girl doubling as a wife. His old-world sensibilities nag that it’s a bit much.

“And if I marry Lunaria, next is Clara, then you, Reza-san.”

“What?”

“Vera’s a maybe, but she seems like she’d jump at it. Meia’s super into it, Juliet’s shady, and Beatrice and Regina might be cool with it too…”

“Wait, wait! W-Why am I next, Bo-ya?”

The sudden curveball throws Reza into a tizzy, her face flaming as she flails her arms in a panic.

Yuri grins, thinking, She’s so cute like this.

“C’mon, Reza-san. Without you, I wouldn’t have made it here.”

“Tch, you’re a marquis! A former courtesan as a wife? Who’d—”

Allow that? She stops, picturing the Prime Minister’s face. He’d greenlight it instantly. The king? “How joyous!” he’d cheer. Worse, she imagines herself laundered into some noble’s adopted daughter, petrified at a guest-packed wedding. Not good.

“Reza-san’s Reza-san. If it comes to that, I’ll take full responsibility.”

“J-Jeez… You’re too sly, Bo-ya…”

Blushing furiously, Reza looks down. A bittersweet mood settles over them. A secluded forest, just a man and a woman.

Today, Reza’s in a black dress with rose patterns, its plunging neckline showcasing her ample cleavage. No bra, apparently—her breasts sway with each step. Those sultry sighs—“Haa,” “Fuu”—are driving Yuri wild.

“Reza-san… We haven’t done this in a while, huh?”

“Ah… H-Hold on, Bo-ya.”

Yuri wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing himself close. His hardened member pokes her ripe hips. The air between them turns a vivid pink.

Chapter 86: A Quiet Consultation in the Garden (Part 2)

“No way, Bo-ya, not here… Ahn!”

Yuri hugs Reza from behind, brushing aside her brunette locks to nuzzle her nape. He’s past his limit.

“I can’t hold back anymore, Reza-san.”

“Nn, fuh… That’s my weak spot… Ahn!”

Reza’s in full allure mode, practically inviting him. A former high-class courtesan, she’s a vision of mature, seductive beauty. Seeing her blush like a girl, reacting so sweetly to his eager caresses, drives him wild.

“Reza-san, your nipples are all perky.”

“N-No, don’t grope under my dress!”

Her sultry moans only spur Yuri on, making it impossible to stop. Slipping a hand into her open neckline, he kneads her bare breasts. Pinching her nipples, they’re already firm. Lifting her hair reveals a flushed nape, and each squeeze of her breasts sends shivers through her body.

She’s feeling it.

That thought alone fills Yuri with joy. Grinning, he presses closer through their clothes, desperately signaling his desire. Reza, swaying her ample hips, only heightens his arousal.

“Jeez, you’re hopeless, Bo-ya… Just once, okay?”

“Woo!”

Overjoyed, Yuri steers them toward a nearby tree. Reza, reading the mood, braces her hands against the trunk, arching her hips provocatively. Yuri hikes her dress to her waist, exposing her plump, bare rear. The black, sultry lingerie covering her intimacy digs into her curves due to the pose. Staring, he swallows hard.

“…Reza-san’s butt is so gorgeous.”

“Jeez, is that a compliment?”

“Totally. So smooth, so perfect—I could stroke it forever.”

“Ah… Oh, Bo-ya…”

He caresses her protruding hips, rubbing them lewdly, even pressing his cheek against them in a downright perverse display. Unable to stop at stroking, he hooks a finger under her panties, tugging them slowly down.

“Nn…”

“Wow.”

The panties slide to her thighs, a glistening thread stretching from her core. Reza’s already dripping with desire.

“Reza-san, you’re feeling it more than usual?”

“It’s because you’re saying weird stuff… M-Marriage with someone like me…”

Glancing back, Reza sees Yuri’s dopey grin and his rock-hard member, radiating heat like it’s steaming. She swallows, chuckling inwardly.

Not some naive virgin, so why now?

She knows why. Hiding a little secret in her heart, she parts her folds with her fingers, opening herself.

“Go ahead, Bo-ya. Make yourself feel good with your big sister’s special place.”

“Oh, Reza-san!”

Jupu, zupu, nupuri.

His shaft plunges deep in one thrust, hitting her sensitive core. Reza’s body arches like a bow.

“Fwa, nn, ahh!”

A shameless, desperate cry spills from her lips, echoing sweetly through the quiet forest.

“R-Reza-san, this is bad…!”

“Wah, fuh, nn…!”

Yuri hurriedly covers her mouth. Bathed in dappled sunlight, their scandalous entanglement unfolds. The usually poised older sister, now utterly unraveled, keeps Yuri in a frenzy. His hips slam rhythmically, shaking her generous rear with each thrust. Stars flicker behind Reza’s eyelids, her legs nearly buckling.

“Ugh, Reza-san, it’s intense…! Your folds are gripping me, writhing… I’m gonna get milked dry!”

“Ahh, no, I can’t stop thinking about your cock… Nn, fuh…!”

Half-unconsciously, Reza sways her hips, expertly working his shaft. A natural man-slayer. Then, she confesses her “little secret.”

“Hey, Bo-ya. I… stopped taking the medicine.”

“Huh?”

Yes. As a courtesan, Reza took pregnancy-preventing drugs monthly. But she’s quit them.

“The saintess scolded me. Told me to be truer to my feelings.”

“Then… that means…!”

Yuri’s member swells with honest emotion.

“Sorry for kinda tricking you… Kyaa!”

Reza apologizes, but Yuri’s response is a fierce, rapid thrust.

“I love you, Reza-san! Let’s do it more, so much more!”

“No way, I’ll end up a mama… Ahh!”

The idea of making her a mother swells him further. He’s all in. Reza drowns in a sweet pleasure she’s never known.

Controlling her body’s responses is a courtesan’s skill, second nature. But now, she can’t. The thought of creating life with her beloved sends electric shivers down her spine, her womb aching with longing. Her passage clamps tightly, and no man could resist—especially after her roundabout “I want your child” confession. Driven by instinct, Yuri’s thrusts quicken, pounding in the wild.

“Ahh, I’m coming!”

“Haa, haa, come, Bo-ya! Give me lots of your baby stuff! ♡”

Dokudoku!

A torrent of semen floods Reza’s depths with force. The heat, though familiar, startles her.

This is semen—something that might spark life in her womb.

The thought consumes her, and a dreamy sigh escapes.

“Ahh…”

A sultry tone that’d thrill any man. Still mid-release, Yuri’s already eyeing round two.

“Hey, Reza-san… You said ‘just once,’ but you meant here, right?”

“Huh?”

“There’s a shed nearby. We could… consult more thoroughly there.”

“Jeez… What else are we consulting?”

Smiling wryly, Reza lets Yuri guide her by the shoulder. They vanish into the shed, where, for hours, creaks, tremors, and shameless cries echo—a tale for another time.

※

Rewinding slightly, after Reza and Beatrice lectured Lily. Walking the morning corridor, Reza remembers it’s time for her medicine.

A courtesan’s habit, the monthly drug prevents pregnancy—a lifeline for her former trade. Even after quitting, she’s kept it up, whether out of routine or hesitation, she’s not sure. Deciding to take it out of inertia, she’s stopped by—

“Reza-sama. Naughty, naughty.”

Beatrice, the saintess, stands before her, cheeks puffed, finger pointing accusingly.

“Uh, what’s wrong, Saintess-sama?”

“You need to cherish your feelings more, Reza-sama!”

Her piercing gaze, more intense than during Lily’s scolding, carries an awe-inspiring weight. As Beatrice, pinnacle of the Mutras Temple, she stands resolute.

Reza freezes, gazing into those azure eyes, seeing her own reflection—wavering, uncertain, yet hopeful.

“Saintess-sama… Is it okay? Someone like me…”

“I’m not grand enough to ‘permit’ anything, nor is it for anyone to allow. It’s about your feelings, and Yuusha-sama’s. Still, as myself—”

Taking a quiet breath, Beatrice smiles—a true saintess’s smile.

“I want you to be happy, Reza-sama.”

I surrender, Reza thinks. Words like that force anyone to face their heart.

“Jeez, I can’t win against you, Saintess-sama… Alright, I’ll think it over.”

“Yes! May Goddess Mutras’s blessings be with you!”