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

His scream rings through my ears. I grimace, my eyes prickling with unshed tears. I want to kneel down. I want to console him. I want Inari to know that I love him. I want… I want… I want so much.

But all that comes is a deep seated feeling. Something so hollow that I can do nothing but stand there. I want to go and pet his hair. I want to go and pinch his cheeks and let him explore my body. I want to do so much.

But only rage follows. There isn't a single part of me that doesn't want to rip apart the mage before me.

For the first time in what must be ages… I activate my skill. A tiny thing that others thought… mhm… mediocre.

My fist clenches. Another scream as blood pours from Inari. I look down and take a hit to the head for my effort.

63(Bonus)