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 stretched my arms above my head. The tips of my fingers coiled together. Below me the corpse of the beast lay dead. Countless holes strewn across its countless limbs.

Of course it had some damn trump card. Splitting the strings it used to control its limbs into coils of artificial limbs.

It struggled. But in the end it died. Like it was destined to. Damned thing was a tricky bastard. But… mhm~ Now that it's dead. There's not much that'll harm him. Right?

I called out. He's not nearby. My heart pounded against my chest. Breath hitched as I searched the sea of concrete.

One of them- "That wasn't collapsed earlier…" I shot from the pile of corpses and made my way towards the building. My hand beat against the concrete and dug down.

It's muffled. Barely audible. But I can hear him.

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