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

It's been long. The day that is…

Ah~ They stand before me. And my head looks to the side. Confident that they will see it as imperial rather than anti-social. I'd rather not be the focus of their worship. I'd rather not be… But I am.

And I- presume at least… that I was raised to be a leader. My heart pounds and skills that must've taken years to master come to mind.

Humans are social creatures.

And in their pain… their despair… in those failing memories of theirs, amnesia, they look to me as their leader. Atop a throne of stone. They look to me.

Ah… And all I can think of is that head of silver. The embrace I'd initiated and the pleasure it brings to my breasts. A hand reaches there, another atop my lap. And my hair flies freely behind my back.

They look to me for leadership. For guidance.

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