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 breath in slowly then, with all the stress in the world, exhale.

This is unexpected but it isn't unwelcome. Her hand on my back, her head gently placed into the crook of my neck. Her eyes showing nothing but love and devotion. Pure eyes that gaze directly into my heart and shower me with all the... with everything that I want.

I take one last breath. It is the last I'll take for some time. At least the last breath that isn't filled with stress and anxiety.

For my hand waves into the air, and with a push of my will something lands in my hand.

It's smooth in some places and dirty in others. A spherical object that shine with value. It isn't made of gold or some other valuable metal. Nor is it of some common stone. No. It is of a pure and unique material. Something wholly... mine.

And that spherical object, barely larger than an egg. Lies in my hand. It's bigger than it was before. Maybe by an inch in radius... maybe more.

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