SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

I felt it before I saw it, a swing meant to kill. I felt the hair on my arms raise in warning. Where? Where?!

I groaned and felt the dirt cover my back. I was sent flying. Practically kicked to the ground with how easy it was for her. I looked down. An injury.

That... that... Never, not in this new life. I hadn't been injured like this. To feel the soul sucking sensation of pain upon my ribs. It was- was surreal.

"Hah~" I laughed. And laughed and laughed.

More like small giggles but eh- semantics. I shrugged and got back onto my feet. Wiped the dirt off my face and rushed ahead. Foot after foot in a reckless charge.

I could feel the sun upon my skin, beating a harsh lesson upon my delicate face. Could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins and over my ears. But above all that was a little whistle of wind.

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