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

My cheeks burn at the thought of last night. It was… it was just so- so exciting and… and now…

The morning after. So exciting… so- so exciting.

And well… It was exactly what I wanted. Ah- but well… mhm… at the… same time it was just absolutely humiliating. I had thought that as the heir to the Arc family I would never want to be below anyone. That was why I was working so hard for independence.

But apparently that was just me repressing my true self. I mean sure I was disgusted when that brutish goblin tried and succeeded in spanking me.

But now that I had gone through a similar humiliation… well I'm not so sure anymore. , I wasn't so sure that I was as against it as I had thought.

'Was it because… Yeah it probably is.'

It was more a confirmation of my thoughts than anything else.

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