Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 9: The Naughty Schemes of the Noble Ladies at the Soirée (Part 1)

Chapter 9: The Naughty Schemes of the Noble Ladies at the Soirée (Part 1)

Yuri, the savior hero, has been living in a palace room since his summoning.

Awaiting his rewards, he lingers by the king’s kindness (or rather, desperate pleas). His routine: wake up, embrace Clara, eat breakfast. Read books, eat lunch, embrace Lunaria. Eat dinner, bathe, embrace both, and sleep.

He’s practically doing nothing but sex.

Despite worrying about consequences, when desire strikes, he can’t resist. With a middle schooler’s libido, Yuri drowns in his sex life. Lunaria and Clara happily indulge him, and he sinks deeper into indulgence.

This is a tale of one such night.

“Hero-sama, you’ve received an invitation to a soirée from the noble ladies.”

“Yuri-sama, don’t you think a change of pace would do you good? Staying cooped up in the palace must be stifling.”

A noble princess in a maid outfit and a loyal, classic maid. Yuri pulls both into bed, taking turns with their services.

After such irreverent play, he finally picks up on their subtle hints: “Maybe go outside for once?” and “Is it okay to just keep doing this?”

Misinterpreting their concern, he feels deflated and pulls them close, kneading their breasts to refresh.

“Aha, still so full of energy, Yuri-sama! ♡”

“Ah, Hero-sama!”

Good—they’re not sick of the sex.

Reassured, Yuri blurts out his honest thoughts.

“I’m fine just holing up like this forever.”

“Oh? Is that what you want, Yuri-sama?”

“Well, if I don’t have to work, I don’t wanna. NEET life supreme!”

“Forgive my ignorance, Hero-sama, but… is ‘NEET’ a status from your world? Like a marquis or viscount?”

“Uh, well, kinda. It’s a noble status of living off passive income.

—NEETs don’t have to work.”

Yuri mutters with a distant look, laden with emotion. How the two beside him interpret his wistful expression is anyone’s guess.

Later, he’d regret setting such a serious mood.

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The day of the soirée arrives.

Yuri rides a carriage to a guesthouse on the city outskirts.

It’s dusk. For some reason, both Lunaria and Clara were busy all day, leaving no chance for “that.” He’s a bit pent-up.

Deciding to hurry back and ravish them, he steps from the carriage—and is engulfed by a burst of shrill cheers.

“Eek, it’s Hero-sama, Hero-sama!”

“Oh, the hero who saved my homeland!”

“He looks kinder than I expected… So dreamy…!”

A throng of young, beautiful noble ladies in vibrant dresses surrounds him. Golden, black, even pink hair in a riot of colors. Their dresses, all low-cut, seem either fashionable or deliberate.

Their pale cleavage is starkly visible, toxic to Yuri’s day-long abstinence.

“Uh, h-hello… I’m Yuri.”

“Yuri-sama, what a lovely name! This way to the soirée!”

Before he knows it, the maidens grab his hands, whisking him into the guesthouse.

The ladies are bold, crowding him from all sides, manhandling him. Their feminine scents, so close, make him dizzy. In the dim light, their jiggling cleavage sears into his eyes.

“Here’s the venue for tonight.”

A grand door opens to a chandelier-lit hall, where a striking girl in a wine-red dress awaits.

Her confident, almost haughty smile matches her fiery blonde hair.

“Welcome, Hero-sama. I am Vera, daughter of Duke Domina. It’s the greatest honor to receive you.”

Her smile drips with arrogance. Likely high school age in his world, her tight dress flaunts her curves, with a plunging neckline showcasing her ample bust. Yuri’s practically drooling.

She’s the quintessential “noble lady.” Proud, but with a body to match.

Feeling his stare, Vera’s smile deepens.

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A soirée of noble ladies—sounds like a refined scene, all giggles and goddess-watched elegance.

Yuri had imagined as much.

“Hero-sama, I’m tipsy… ♡”

“This fruit is sweet and delicious. Here, say ‘ahh’!”

The word “hostess club” flashes through his mind, but he shakes it off.

Still, they cling to him, lean in close, and press their breasts against his arms—hostess-level service, no doubt.

But these are daughters of esteemed nobles.

Getting involved would be trouble, he thinks.

The oldest here is seventeen, the youngest fourteen. Even in this world, touching a middle schooler feels criminal.

Vera slides beside him, pouring wine. Despite her haughty air, she’s invasively close, her body brushing his as she offers drinks.

Each pour makes her jiggling breasts graze him. In Yuri’s mind, seventeen is just safe.

“This wine is exquisite, Hero-sama.”

“Thanks… Huh, this tastes familiar.”

“Oh my. Well… it seems everyone has the same idea.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

As he drains the glass, a fiery heat surges from his stomach.

His already eager loins flare, swelling uncontrollably.

“You may know this wine—it’s Naruk.

Tonight’s guests, myself included, are all virgins.

We were a bit anxious about pleasing you, so we prepared this. Its effects… you already know, don’t you?”

Vera clings to his chest, tracing circles with her finger, whispering sweetly.

Oh, he knows. His groin aches with knowing.

“Just to clarify, it makes virgins uninhibited and boosts a man’s vigor. Perfect for… plucking a maiden’s flower… Ahn!”

Before she finishes, Yuri seizes her lips. Mchu, kchu, he kisses her forcefully, deliberately loud.

Her plump, youthful lips belong to a teenage girl. Despite her confident, trapping demeanor, she’s just a sheltered noble. She accepts his kiss but instinctively recoils, her hands trembling.

(Screw it. She started this…!)

The kiss deepens, their tongues entwining lewdly.

Yuri slips a hand into her dress’s open neckline, grasping her young breast, kneading its weighty fullness.

“Fah, ahn, Hero-sama… ♡”

Vera forces a seductive expression, moaning sweetly. Thanks to Naruk, her nipples harden, her pale cheeks flushed like apples.

This is a green light to go all the way.

Drunk on the aphrodisiac, Yuri’s thoughts blur.

Caressing her, he lays her on a sofa, devouring her. His eagerness is rough, lacking finesse. He bares her chest, hikes up her dress, exposing her core.

Undoing his belt with a clatter, he frees his erection, ready for action—

“Please, wait… A bedroom is prepared.”

They’d planned this far.

The last of Yuri’s restraint vanishes.

“Then I’ll enjoy myself to the fullest.”

Scooping up Vera’s lithe frame in a princess carry, he leaves the hall. Her faint voice guides him to the bedroom.

The other ladies fade from his mind.

All Yuri can think of is ravishing this beautiful flower of a girl.