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

It was the only thought between those brows of mine as I woke from my slumber. A quiet moan echoing from my mouth as I stretched here and there. Letting the accumulated kinks between my shoulders and lower back crack and stretch.

For once I had not woken to such inane and insane amounts of work. Complaints here and there about one thing or another. No, not since I had offloaded most of my work onto both Ellaine and the spirits.

Surprisingly enough they were easily able to be taught. It was just a matter of effort. Besides I couldn't trust anyone else, so why not them. It was perfectly reasonable.

But there were so many things that despite my efforts. Despite everything that I had done... there were still hundreds of things for me to look at.

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