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 brought my sleeve up. It's completely wet, but it does its job. Hiding the smirk I had suddenly gained. Ellaine seems to find it funny. I don't. And so with a pull of her own sleeve, I bring her down to the water.

Her foot slips and soon~ oops~ she's splashed into the water, face first too. She looks like a wet puppy. I snicker, and so does the wolf behind me. But just because she couldn't be angry at me - again, she's mine - doesn't mean that she can't retaliate.

Sooner than I could see, the wolf lies on the ground, a bruise on his back, and blood dripping out his snout. But he still has the audacity to snicker at her.

Only the stars remain, the crashing of the ocean. And the faint whimper of the wolf behind me. The monsters had been culled. Any that remained on the beach were far too cowardly to even attempt to attack us.

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