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

"But… we almost died trying. We can't. We need to just lay low. Maybe when we're stronger we can. But, I can't let you do that. You're my employer, remember, I can't have you dying."

I don't call her out on that excuse. Not right now.

The sun shines through the window. I slowly groan, picking myself up from the bed and trying to move. It hurts. But I'm able to stand next to the window. Squint outside and see the roads.

Full of Merman. Each one of them searching for something… something…

"But we're not alone anymore, are we?"

She seems offended that I'd even suggest her.

"Her?! Really…? She won't help."

"Are you sure about that? You sound completely sure that she won't help us."

I must look terribly smug right now.

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