Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 99 & 100

Chapter 99: Engagement Aftershock

Rewinding a bit to the day after Yuri and Lunaria sealed their engagement with passionate intimacy, the couple returns to the palace around noon, gathering the girls for a big announcement. Lunaria, glowing with joy, and Yuri, unusually worn out, make it obvious what happened last night, but everyone tactfully avoids mentioning it.

“Hehe, Yuri-sama and I have pledged our future together! ♪ Goddess Mutras blessed us… and may her blessings extend to the girls who follow me! ♡”

The princess beams with a dreamy expression. The girls freeze for a moment, then erupt in a cacophony of excited squeals.

“Blessings for Princess Lunaria and the girls to follow.”

The words instantly paint their minds pink. Yuri’s already spilled to Reza about his plans: marry Lunaria, then Clara and Reza, and maybe others who’d “be okay with it.” Now, with the goddess’s blessing, it’s hard not to take it as that kind of signal.

“M-Me as Yuusha-sama’s wife… Too good to be true… ♡”

“No matter my rank as a wife, I’m a duke’s daughter! I’ll ensure Yuusha-sama’s lineage endures!”

“Nihihi, a maid bride, huh… ♪ Sounds fun!”

Everyone’s secret ambitions are laid bare, expectations skyrocketing.

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“Phew, glad they’re all thrilled… Was worried I’d get stoned or something…”

Clueless about the deeper implications, Yuri, self-aware of his playboy ways, sighs in relief. Heading to the bathhouse to unwind, he steps in and—

“…Huh?”

“What’s up, Yuusha-sama?”

“Why’s everyone here?”

“Nihihi, making a girl say it? No fair! ♡”

The bathhouse is packed with naked maids, clearly eager to “follow” Lunaria.

“Nn, ahn, Yuusha-sama… We want babies too…”

“Ei ei, boob attack! ♡”

“My butt’s all yours, hehe!”

A Bacchanalian frenzy begins. Natural sponge-like breasts scrub him vigorously. Yuri can only stretch his grin and, well, another part. Breasts press against his back, arms, legs—enveloped in softness, it’s paradise on earth.

“Fuu, nn… Yuusha-sama’s body is so firm…”

Stroke, caress. Delicate fingers roam, reaching his rock-hard erection. In this orgy of beauty, his member asserts itself loudly. Then, inexplicably, girls turn, presenting their rears with cute cries, pressing plump hips against him.

“Ohh, t-that’s intense!”

Munyu, munyu. His shaft squishes against their rears, sometimes slipping into crevices. An accident’s inevitable. And it happens.

“Crap—”

“Ahn! ♡”

Nupuri. A raw sensation signals he’s docked with a girl’s core. The recipient? A deliberate culprit, pushing back to engulf him fully.

“Yuusha-sama… My pussy’s gonna clean your cock nice and shiny… ♡”

It’s Nicolette, her youthful core giving a vigorous scrub. Yuri frees an arm from the breast pile, grabbing her hips firmly. Entwined by naked beauties, he thrusts with all his might.

“This… I’m gonna lose it…!”

It’s too much, but he can’t stop. Wrapped in soft flesh, mind pink, he pounds away.

“Fwa, nn! Feels so good, Yuusha-sama! ♪”

Dokudoku. Baby-making semen erupts. Is he cleaning or dirtying? Hard to say. More girls crowd his semen-slicked member, licking it clean with fervent blowjobs. Buried in breasts and butts, Yuri surrenders, climaxing repeatedly.

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“This is bad…”

That night, Yuri staggers to his room, face like a warrior fresh from battle. The bath was just the start—impromptu tea parties led to refined sex with noble ladies, a flushed Regina lured him into intimate mating, giving Sonia a protective accessory sparked a heated coupling, and Meia’s toddling plea ended in pleading sex. Clara and Reza held back, so Yuri dragged them to bed—separate appetite, of course. The engagement’s aftershocks hit like a tidal wave, overwhelming him.

Knock, knock.

“Yuusha-sama, may I?”

“Sure, come in.”

“Pardon.”

Beatrice, the saintess, enters. Yuri’s face lights up—she’s just who he needs! A saintess, she’ll surely scold this pink spiral…!

“Huh?”

But Beatrice wears a sheer negligee, primed for a night battle, cheeks flushed.

“I’ve come to bestow a holy blessing…”

“Holy… blessing?”

He parrots, unable to take “holy” literally.

“For your engagement to Princess Lunaria and the celebrations to follow… In Goddess Mutras’s name, I offer a blessing.”

“Got it, but… why’re you climbing onto the bed?”

“I-It’s a holy blessing…!”

“And why’re you undressing me?”

“The goddess’s teachings…!”

Before he knows it, they’re naked. Beatrice, her platinum blonde hair parted, smiles with divine love—a mystical beauty fit for a saintess. If she weren’t stark naked. Her I-cup breasts, cinched waist, and child-bearing hips form a near-vulgar, hourglass silhouette.

“Now, per Mutras-sama’s will, the blessing…”

“W-Wait!”

Beatrice straddles Yuri on the bed, pressing her voluptuous body against him, licking his skin with her cute mouth—neck, chest, chiseled abs, and lower…

“Ohh!”

A weird noise escapes. No man stays sane with a beauty licking his erection. But she doesn’t stop, her tongue tracing his sac, thighs, even toes, delivering sweet torment. Do whatever! he thinks, then—

“The cleansing’s done. Now, the true blessing…”

“Uwah!”

Nuchu, jupuri. Her sopping core swallows his shaft, the sound echoing. Beatrice presses her skin tightly against his, her heat and trembling softness overwhelming.

“Beatrice… Ah!”

“Nn, chu, chu… Hamu, muchu!”

A ravenous tongue kiss, saliva mingling in a lust-drenched exchange.

“Pwah! B-Beatrice! This ‘holy blessing’…!”

“It’s a sacred rite, letting a man feel all of a saintess… ♡ I was taught that by drinking divine sake, cleansing with my tongue, and uniting, our hearts and bodies bond!”

“I’ve got a lot to say about this ritual!”

But no complaints about the result. Beatrice’s holy core is molten, their joining bubbling with love juices. Her soft hands clasp his, fingers entwined for a loving thrust. Heart and body, fully united.

Defeated by her demonic core, Yuri erupts, flooding her sacred womb with base seed. Instead of clarity, no sage time comes—just more desire to savor her.

“N-No way… This is the holy blessing…!?”

“Lena said it’s perfect for nurturing love’s crystal! Your precious part’s still robust… ♡”

“Wait—! Who came up with this ritual?!”

Yuri’s cry fades into the night’s silence. Getting engaged was tough enough.

Chapter 100: The JC Lady Wants to Be a Lady

After days of questing and indulging in rewarding intimacy with Sonia, Yuri returns to his daily life at the palace. The Lust Goddess Izabel’s harsh jabs briefly made him reflect on his life, but Sonia’s tender, devoted sex left him refreshed. She was feeling so good, it’s fine, right? he reasons, back in high spirits.

“I’m back!”

“Welcome home, Yuusha-sama!”

Greeted loosely by a maid, Yuri heads to his room when a shy smile stops him.

“Yuusha-sama… Um, I have something to consult about… Is that okay?”

“Of course!”

It’s Emily, the palace’s youngest noble lady. Wavy black hair adorned with a cute flower, a delicate, still-developing frame. Today’s apron dress makes her look even younger.

(I got involved with her too…)

Izabel’s barbs sting his conscience. Still, a world-saving hero doesn’t refuse a girl’s request. Led by her small hand, he enters her room.

“Wow, cute room.”

“It’s… kinda embarrassing…”

A whimsical, girly space brimming with adorable trinkets. The canopied bed, decked with ribbons and frills, oozes charm.

“So, the consultation?”

“Yes… Um, pardon me!”

Blushing fiercely, Emily guides his hand to her chest. Munyu. Soft, youthful fullness presses through her dress, and Yuri instinctively grins—

“W-Wait! Emily!?”

“Yuusha-sama, my breasts are getting bigger!”

She beams shyly. Yuri’s at a loss. Mid-puberty, it’s natural, but having him feel them is… well…

“R-Really? That’s great!”

“Yes! Thanks to Yuusha-sama’s massages…”

“Right…”

It screams “predatory scandal.” Yuri freezes but confirms her growth. Definitely bigger. No doubt.

“Hehe, hope they get even bigger… I wanna give lots of milk to my babies.”

“Y-Yeah!”

Cold sweat pours. Will her breasts grow first, or her belly swell? Sex offender flashes through his mind. Seeing his face, Emily’s expression clouds.

“Um… Are they still too small? Can I… not be Yuusha-sama’s bride…?”

“N-No, that’s not it! Emily, you’re super cute! It’s just, you’re still growing. You’ll become a splendid lady…”

A JC (equivalent) bride with kids? Beyond a scandal. But he can’t make her cry, so Yuri scrambles. Stammering, he meets her resolute gaze.

“A splendid lady… Got it! I’ll work hard! So, Yuusha-sama, right away… Could you lie down there?”

“Fweh!?”

The young lady strips smoothly. Still developing, she’s a dazzling beauty—radiant white skin, delicate yet rounded breasts and hips. Yuri can only stare, obediently lying on the bed.

“I’ve been learning from Vera-sama and the Saintess-sama… I’ve studied to be a proper lady…!”

“Even Beatrice!?”

What’s the saintess doing?! Frozen in shock, Emily’s slender fingers tug at his pants, clumsily exposing his member.

“…I was told a proper lady doesn’t just get embraced—she pleases her man.”

Kuhaa. Her hairless, smooth core is parted by tiny fingers. So small, always. Yuri’s sizable member makes the size gap worrying. But Emily’s determined, lowering herself onto his towering shaft.

“Nn… Yuusha-sama’s coming in…”

“Ah, kuu…”

Tight, so tight, incredible grip. Her teenage core is the palace’s smallest, stretching audibly as he enters.

“Nn, au, fuu…”

“You okay? You don’t have to push…”

“I’m fine…! It’s spreading, taking Yuusha-sama’s shape… I’m happy… ♡”

Her earnest words leave Yuri no choice. He reaches out, gently spreading her thighs to ease entry, lifting her hips carefully.

“Ah…”

Michi, zupuri. Her tiny rear finally settles on his thighs. Miraculously, his oversized member is fully inside, the tip kissing her cervix—baby-making territory.

“Emily, it’s all in.”

“I’m so happy, Yuusha-sama… ♪ Your strong thing, so deep, so full… ♡ I’ll work hard to be a splendid lady!”

“W-Wait, this…!”

Her slim waist swirls, grinding his shaft against her tight walls. The violent grip dizzies him with pleasure.

“Emily! This is too much!”

“Does it feel good, Yuusha-sama? I’ll try harder! ♡”

Circular motions shift to earnest bobbing. Petan petan, her small hips slam down in a riding piston. Her tight core drags her folds, forcefully rubbing him. It’s impossibly good.

“This’ll make me lose it! I-I’ll come quick!”

“Yes, please! ♡ Fill me up, not once, not twice, but over and over… Ah!”

“Kuu!”

Dokudokudoku.

Gritting his teeth, he unloads deep inside. Squeezing thick semen into her slim belly, Yuri thinks, Am I cursed by Izabel? Ready to rethink his life, then—

“So much of Yuusha-sama’s seed… So happy… ♡”

“Emily… That felt amazing for me too.”

Collapsing onto his chest, she whispers dreamily, pecking kisses. Forget reflection—Yuri’s grinning, diving into round two.