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 yawn. A heavy weight settles over my chest, her own rumbling waking me even more. I really, really, want to just lay here and do nothing but- I can't.

I grumble for a moment and try to check the time. I look to the side and squint to see if the sun is up.

Ugh… I forgot ok. I forgot that we're in a bunker. Fuck… Is there at least a clock? I turn to my side and yep. There it is.

And by my count it's about time to get up.

"Hey…" I whisper. "Hey… time to get up…"

Ok. If you don't want to get up I can't make you. Contrary to popular belief, you shouldn't just yell at someone, or throw water on their head if someone won't wake up. That's just rude. So instead I cradle her in the blanket and carry Angela with me.

She's quite light and seems to enjoy me picking her up.

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