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 fuck is this place" I muttered under my breath. All as I lit a small flame. If only for us to be able to see.

It was too dark here, the cave above us had collapsed, likely by some sort of explosive. But not before me and my squad had been placed down here. For what purpose.

"Information!" I practically spat out.

"What?" One of my guys quietly asked, his voice low and quiet.

"Sorry..." I apologized, "I thought out loud."

"Well now you gotta tell us, so what was it?"

I sighed as I flashed the flame around.

"The situations all fucked up. It seems like some sort of trap. But command still put us here and all for information."

"That is fucked up, but someone's gotta do it."

"Then why'd it have to be us, there's a million better people to do this. I mean were just soldiers we don't have many fancy abilities." Another voice rang out, this time it was the pipsqueak. It looked like the pressure had gotten to him.

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