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 kneel down, my hair reaches the street with how it was braided today. It gets a bit dirty, but I can't help but smile.

She braided it for me, and that's all that I care.

That moment of happiness stops as I grunt in frustration.

"Why..." I can't help but whine. Of course I have to be the one doing all of this. There are others but they get to have a break while Lily drives me like a slave.

But this is too interesting to not do. Lily had given me a picture of what she wanted me to carve, and with my newfound interest I make sure that they are picture perfect.

Apparently this is supposed to - according to Lily - connect the water pipes and at the same time make water from thin air. Something that's just fascinating but the grunt work is all up to me.

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