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

My eyes flutter back open. The boulder impacts the hastily made shield, and it shatters. Both the shield and the boulder.

Luckily, we've been on guard the entire time. Each of our steps are made with precious caution. There's a slight movement in the right and something opens. Another trap.

I turn and the youngest creates another shield. A frown is apparent on my face. The shield shatters and swords impact sword. The clang is terribly loud.

My shoulder hurts from the effort. But we're safe. We're all safe.

Hah... It's been, ah- something like four hours since we'd received the message to push through. And push through we did.

Trap after trap. Poison filed web after poison filled web. We've had no break since. Each member of the team taking the lead at least once - I've done the same five times - and we're tired.

I sit on the ground and rest my head against the jagged wall.

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