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 door opened and with it the noise of the house with it. The whine of the shower, the squeaks of the tiles as wet feet dragged over it.

I merely sighed, opening my mouth to yawn immediately after. The day had just begun and I was hoping to find out more about what we had discussed the day before.

Of the situations of the cities here. Actually, they were more like subsets. With each one of them led by a leader and in communication with the others.

Apparently there were dozens of these little communities. Each one of them held anywhere from a hundred to a thousand people. There were even some that were at war with each other. Whether it was due to resources or territory, well we had not gone into that.

It was one of the things I wanted to ask after we ate breakfast. And so I waited, my head bobbed side to side with the rhythm of the soundless song that rang through my head.

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