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

Something happens. My body finally pulls from that spear and… and… I cough. Blood sprays onto the ground. I work tirelessly.

I have to. It's either work or die. And I'd rather not… It'd be far too bad… I don't want to leave her behind. I don't… I really don't…

I grit my teeth. More blood piles in my mouth and like bile, it vomits from my mouth. A hand strays across my back. It rubs softly.

She can't even finish her sentence. My entire stomach is gone. From my heart to my belly button. It's entirely gone. It's all gone. Ruptured and jagged.

I should be dead. I shouldn't be alive.

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