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

Her breath was excited. I could feel the gentle scent of her hair against my nose.

But... but still I didn't- couldn't know who said that. Was it me? Her? I- I didn't know. Maybe it's 'cause I was so focused on her breath that sagged against my lips.

Maybe it was 'cause her nose gently touched my skin, her chin gently lowered. Maybe...

Like a spark of electricity, it was electric.

Blood splattered against my shirt. Mine? Hers? Who cares?!

She shouldn't of done this, her lips shouldn't part to snake her tongue into mine mouth, her eyes shouldn't have closed with such trust. There were suggestions, little seeds that would eventually burst into great trees of strong roots.

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