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 felt the grueling squeak of the door as it opened. The manse that we stay in right now was terribly fancy. With a bathroom included in the little suite that she had led me to.

The shower whines, and I sigh. Opening my mouth to yawn immediately after. Cass let me sleep here for today. Apparently trusting me enough to not go and slaughter everyone while she slept.

Either that or she was confident that she could kill me.

The door opened and her wet hair - bereft of curls - appears in my vision. A bathrobe wrapped around her body. She glares at me.

I chuckle and obey. Curious of the situation.

"I'm heading out. You'll allow me back in, won't you?"

She grunts, and I take that as a yes.

"Oh. And before I go, you wouldn't happen to have any contact with the US, or the military, or really anyone important?"

My question is probing, quite obvious at that too.

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