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 finger reaches up to my neck. A small collar is there. Tightened to be just a little beyond comfortable. I scowl. A sign that I belonged to him.

Not that it was the... worst. I can't say that.

The rubble ahead of me is searched through. Swift motions to detect if there were any living there.

And that was that. The wall was repaired; the battle rages on. And we still fight. Clones hurry among the distant rubble, creating a mirage that is swiftly cut down.

A hurricane of dust is created and swiftly put to use. Then my back straightens. My... ears turn back. A scowl taking up so much of my thoughts.

And showing that emotion.

The part of me that liked... Liked! His touch. The small markings that he had left on my collarbone. And the... and the way that he just took me...

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