Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 89 & 90

Chapter 89: With the Princess: The Past and the Future (Part 2)

“Wow, your room’s as cute as ever.”

“Hehe, I am a princess, after all! ♪”

Lunaria’s room is a girly haven, brimming with adorable decorations. Alone with her in such a space, Yuri’s already fidgeting. The pretense of “discussing” is crumbling fast.

“I grew up in this room, you know. When I was little, I’d measure my height against that table’s legs.”

“Huh.”

The table’s legs are carved with flowers and animals—likely her markers for growth. Yuri briefly pictures a tiny Lunaria. He can almost see her tutors tearing their hair out.

“Pretty tomboyish, huh?”

“Hmph. ‘Pretty’ is unnecessary. But… yeah, guilty.”

“Haha… Still, kid Lunaria, huh? Bet you were super cute.”

I mean, she grew into this beauty. Swallowing the thought, Yuri plops onto the sofa. Lunaria sits close, leaning in. Her post-bath skin radiates a fresh, sweet scent. Her thin nightgown, low-cut, reveals soft, pale breasts.

“…Hey, Yuri-sama. Wanna know what I was like as a kid?”

“Well, yeah. You’re my fiancée, my favorite girl…”

“It takes time, but there’s a way to find out…?”

Her warm, soft hand covers his. Leaning closer, she whispers dreamily.

“Our child, Yuri-sama’s and mine, would surely grow up adorable.”

Gulp.

Yuri’s throat makes a comically loud sound.

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“Here… we’re doing it here?”

Eyes gleaming, Yuri starts peeling off her princess dress. Her teasing, seductive smile prompts vigorous nodding.

A noble, gorgeous, adorable girl he just got engaged to, now urging baby-making in the room where she grew up. Yuri’s fired up, his lower half raring to go, living up to Lena’s “hustle” quip.

“It’s okay, right? We’re engaged!”

“Nn, hehe, that tickles… ♡ Fwa, your hands are so naughty, Yuri-sama!”

Using their engagement as an excuse, he slips his hands into her neckline, kneading her firm breasts. His fingers wiggle, squeezing and teasing, loosening her dress until her breasts spill out.

“Hamu, muchu, nn!”

“Fuu… Nn, haa…”

They moan into a deep kiss. His eager hands leave her chest, trailing to her thighs, then slipping into her panties to tease her noble core.

“Jeez, such ecchi hands, Yuri-sama.”

“Ah, w-wait… Nn!”

Not to be outdone, Lunaria dives into his pants, boldly stroking his shaft. Her delicate fingers work his hot, hard length. Sparking a playful rivalry, they caress each other’s sensitive spots, their tongue-heavy kisses intensifying, saliva dripping, body heat rising. Yuri can’t hold back.

“Lunaria… It’s okay, right?”

“Of course! ♪ We’re engaged, after all! ♡”

Even without the engagement, they’ve hooked up plenty, but the vow of their future fuels the mood. The sofa’s big enough for one to lie on but cramped for two. Still, Lunaria lifts her gown’s hem, raising her legs in a shameless “come hither” invite.

Yuri tosses his pants, climbing over the half-dressed princess, sliding between her open thighs. Pulling off her panties reveals her regal entrance. He presses his dripping tip against her slick folds.

“Fwaaa… ♡”

Nyuchuri, zupu. He parts her wet walls, pushing deep, his maleness plunging into her core. On the sofa where this noble princess once studied or napped, they’re creating the next generation. The thrill and taboo make his spine tingle.

“Uah, feels so good…!”

Her seventeen-year-old passage, plump and tight, grips him fiercely, waves of pleasure crashing over him. Molded to his shape from past encounters, her slick, hungry core writhes, craving his genes.

“Nn, aha, it feels amazing for me too… ♡”

She wraps her raised legs around his waist, locking him in. Meant to discuss their future, they’re building it instead. Yuri had planned a serious talk, but—

“Fuu, fuu, Lunaria, Lunaria!”

Pleasure drowns out thought, leaving only pistoning. The sofa rattles under his vigorous thrusts. Her legs hold him tight—no pulling out here. The situation ignites his inner teenager, driving him wild.

“Fwa, aahn! Your cock’s knocking on my baby room!”

Her exquisite beauty melts into sweet ecstasy, moaning in his ear. Rubbing their intimate parts, nuchu, zupo, they meld, grinding toward climax.

“Here comes the baby stuff! Ugh, kuu!”

Dopu, byuru!

Thick, jelly-like semen floods her passage. Two youths in their prime, pledging their future in baby-making sex. Yuri’s mouth hangs open, a soul-drained sigh escaping.

Even mid-release, her tight folds squeeze, cheering his ejaculation. He empties every drop, lost in dizzying bliss.

“Fwa… C-Crap, we’re supposed to talk seriously about our future…!”

“Nn… Hehe, it’s fine. ‘Easier to bear than to fret,’ right? We can think after we make one.”

“That’s bad! I wanna at least have the ceremony before your belly grows…!”

A pretty scummy declaration, but Lunaria’s soft on him. He’s already planning the wedding! Her face melts into a smile.

“And, Yuri-sama, about our future… I think we need a crystal of our love… ♡”

Her eyes flicker to the canopied bed. Yuri’s lower half, fresh off release, stirs again.

“This room’s got a bathroom, so we can get as messy as we want tonight, Yuri-sama… Kyaa! ♪”

“Then I’ll make us so sticky! Take that!”

With a playful “take that,” he scoops her into a princess carry, heading to the bed. Stripping bare, they dive into the sea of sheets.

“Go ahead, inside and out, make me sticky with you, Yuri-sama! ♪”

Leaping onto the naked princess, they roll across the bed, exploring every inch of each other. Their sweaty, fervent sex lasts until dawn.

Chapter 90: Raising a Toast to the Hero’s Engagement! (Part 1)

“Pfft, kusu kusu! Looks like you’ve got one foot in the grave of married life!”

“This surging joy… Is this what they call ‘serves you right’…!”

“Nay, ahem, I’ll offer proper congratulations. Finally settling down—or rather, settled… Pfft!”

“You guys—!!!”

At the usual Adventurer’s Guild, this was the reaction to Yuri’s engagement saga. Sonia, freshly back at work, is already clutching her head. Beside her, slumping, is the rookie adventurer and female knight, Kris.

“…My apologies, Sonia-dono. Are they always like this?”

“Yes. Listen, Kris-san, don’t ever become like them, okay?”

Sonia’s a capable woman who doesn’t mix personal and professional. Even if he’s her lover, a bad adventurer is a bad adventurer…!

Though, well, she fell for that bad side too.

“They’re not bad people, though.”

Smiling wryly, Sonia’s every bit the lovestruck maiden, leaving Kris feeling overstuffed. The way Sonia fiddles with her pendant—probably a gift—makes Kris a bit cynical. It’s actually a Yuri-crafted summoning pendant, a terrifying item that randomly calls one of the world-saving heroes. Sonia only knows it as a “charm.” Transparent info disclosure is needed in isekai too.

“Ahem. I’ll go greet them.”

Sonia rises from the counter, heading for the table where the world-saving heroes chat. Her father called them “a band of heroes bound by friendship.” Right now, though, Yuri’s wrestling with the Demon King, Undead Queen, and Dragon King in a chaotic brawl. Their banter doesn’t exactly scream “world-saving heroes”…

“Man, engagement’s such a chicken move. Just have the wedding already!”

“Indeed. A shotgun wedding would be no laughing matter.”

“Grr…! I haven’t knocked her up yet! Plus, we need time to get to know each other, right?”

“Then take responsibility before you do!”

A conversation fit for a dive bar’s bottom-tier party.

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“Pardon the intrusion. May I have a moment?”

“Oh, Kris-san, long time!”

Another female acquaintance, huh? The three non-Yuri heroes instantly sync up.

“Kris, is it? A word of advice: choose your friends wisely. If you don’t know, this lech is dangerously fast with his hands.”

“Right! One slip, and he’ll gobble you up! If he tries anything weird, I’ll sock him for you—just say the word!”

“Our Troublemakers are a virtuous party, but this one’s lower half lacks any restraint…”

They don’t look virtuous at all.

Kris nearly blurts it out but clamps her mouth shut.

“You guys talk such crap…! I know all about it! Eremia, you got in a fight with some thugs and stormed a yakuza boss’s mansion yelling ‘Bring out the head!’ The tavern lady was pissed, saying you pick fights over everything!”

“…Well, that’s troubling. Must be the booze—my memory’s fuzzy…”

The Undead Queen’s eyes dart away. The yakuza boss, apparently, broke down sobbing, “Please, no more!” The carnage is easy to imagine.

“Agamemnon, you were doing ‘party tricks’ with your breath and got smacked, right?”

“Oh? Hmm, this old dragon’s no match for age. I don’t recall a thing…”

The Dragon King looks away, but his memory’s crystal clear. The tavern’s poster girl slapped him hard. The next day’s headache wasn’t just a hangover—he’s sure of it.

“Lucius, the neighborhood old man complained you were drunkenly reciting cringey poems.”

“Ngh! To think my masterpiece, crafted to rival Lily, gets such scorn… Truly, genius goes unappreciated…”

The Demon King sighs with a dramatic pose, hands trembling. He’s reflecting—singing on the street was a bad call. He’s slightly sensible.

Thus, the four embody “conflict only happens at the same level.” All booze-fueled troubles, giving Kris a headache. Honestly, she thinks she’s got Yuri’s character pegged, but holds back. He is the world-saving hero, after all.

“I have a request, if I may be so bold. I’m a novice adventurer, still green. Could I possibly join your activities?”

At the guild, rookies often tag along with seniors, especially for initial subjugations or escorts—solo quests are rare due to high risks. Kris’s request, though, is to size up Yuri’s character—and to appease the guild’s desperate “You’ll keep an eye on them!?” pressure. What do they expect from a newbie?

The Troublemakers’ response?

“Heh, picking us shows you’ve got an eye for talent! Don’t worry! The hottest D-rank party, Troublemakers, will sear the essence of adventuring into your eyes!”

“Aye, I’ll show you work befitting D-rank! And share the Dark Continent’s cutting-edge trends!”

“Those two aside, I’m a calm senior. Rely on me for anything—especially meat grilling, I’m a pro…!”

“It’s settled! Let’s grab a quest, gang!”

They’re insufferably smug. First junior, first chance to act superior…! The backlash from constant scoldings is in full swing.

“Th-Thank you for accepting me…”

Kris’s cheek twitches. Oh no, I might’ve jumped the gun.