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

They heave and ho. A worker, a soldier… what difference does it make? They heave and they ho. They make efforts and those efforts turn to progress. Oh what difference does it make~? None.

They are a soldier, working towards the betterment of their regiment, and to their leaders goal. They are a worker, working towards the next paycheck. They are both.

And yet, they are something different too.

A small wriggling thing that knows nothing about the wider world. They are puppets. With strings that I pluck and string. That I pluck and string~

Their fingers work at something. Trying to create an opening in that sealed wall. Trying to do something to create an opening for their comrades to burst through. And isn't that noble~

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