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

The man's voice curled into a low drawl. Almost nervous in a way.

I sighed and turned, placing my gaze on him. I'm tired... I'm grumpy... I just want to go to sleep but no~ this guy wants to talk to me. About what? I don't really know. But what I do know, is that I really- really just want to sleep.

But that goes against his wishes apparently.

I don't raise my voice. But the annoyance is well and truly clear.

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepish.

"I'm- Sorry, but I really do need to know."

"Why? I've seen you fight, it's clear that you can survive, I don't doubt that. But why? Why stay here, you can go anywhere, be anywhere with that level of power, so why stay here?"

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