Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

"Someone tried to steal your hat?" Theron's eyes widened, genuinely shocked.

"Yeah," Finn nodded casually. "Guy was wearing full knight armor—completely blended in with everyone else. Honestly? Kinda impressive."

"And… where is he now?" Theron raised a brow, suspicious of Finn's calmness.

"Oh, he's taken care of. Majestria and I beat him down and, uh… sent him off with someone."

Theron blinked, caught between concern and resignation. Given the report from the wizard tower incident, it wasn't exactly surprising that Finn had managed to handle a thief solo. Still, the fact that a thief had slipped into camp was deeply concerning.

"Well, I can't say I'm shocked. Your hat, after all, carries a bit of mana for its wearer. Quite a rare item, I must say."

Finn's jaw dropped. "You KNEW that and didn't tell me?!"

"I assumed you already knew," Theron replied matter-of-factly. "It was given to you. Surely they explained."

"No! Nobody told me squat! All I got was, 'oh, it's special.' That was forever ago—why would I even remember that?!"

"You're proving my point even further," Silvara's voice cut in coldly from the shadows. "You really are an idiot."

"Give me a break!" Finn flailed his arms in protest.

Theron cleared his throat loudly—once more.

Finn squinted. 'Does he just cough every time things get too chaotic? Is that his thing?'

"Finn," Theron said firmly, "tell me where you left the thief. He should be handled by proper authorities. As for the rest of you, tomorrow will be a long day. I'll be arranging rooms for you to rest in."

"Wait—rooms? As in actual separate beds?!" Finn's eyes lit up.

"Well… not exactly. You'll all be in the same tent. Together."

"NO! NOT AGAIN!" Finn's scream shook the whole camp. "I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH THEM!"

***

After Finn's screaming fit about absolutely not sleeping with them again, he eventually burned out and collapsed into sulky silence.

Theron led the group into another tent. Luckily, they wouldn't have to share with strangers—unluckily, they'd still be stuck with each other. Finn hated the idea.

The last time they'd been crammed into one room together, it had been a total disaster. Sleeping outside as a group hadn't been as bad, but it was still miserable.

On top of that, Finn had to explain the whole situation with the thief. He tried to describe how he handed the man over to a giant, boulder-shaped woman who licked her lips like a frog catching flies. But the more Finn talked, the more Theron's expression soured—concern growing not just for the thief, but for Finn's sanity.

Eventually, Theron excused himself and pulled Silvara aside, presumably to discuss the "lip-licking ogre woman" intel. Silvara, however, kept her usual indifferent expression, like someone being told the weather report.

Soon Theron departed, off to do whatever mysterious "business activities" men like him always seemed to vanish into. Silvara, however, remained at the tent's entrance.

She gave the group a flat, unreadable look before speaking in her usual deadpan tone.

"This is where you will sleep tonight. If there are problems—I will find you. And solve them. Sleep well." Without another word, she turned and left.

Now it was just the three girls and Finn.

The tent was definitely smaller than the inn room they'd shared before. No beds, just a couple of thin cushions and a single oversized blanket. A lone wooden support beam cut through the center of the space like an eyesore.

'This would be way better if they weren't all insane… though Chestelle isn't that bad.' Finn smirked faintly at the thought.

"I am not sleeping on that filthy ground." Majestria sneered at the floor like it was made of toxic waste. "This is no place for a goddess of—"

"Just sleep on the floor," Finn groaned, rubbing his temples. "It's literally all we've got. Better than outside, isn't it?"

Finn trailed off for a second, lost in thought, before blurting out, "And don't think about putting your ass on my face while sleeping, completely suffocating me."

Majestria gave him a sharp look. "And you don't put your disgusting mortal tongue on my skin, you pervert."

"How am I perverted?! You're the one who put your ass on my face!"

"And so what if I did? That doesn't justify what you did!"

"Can I put my ass on your face?" Chestelle asked sweetly, completely oblivious.

"Me too… actually, I want to smother my whole body all over your face," Lickthorn said with a perverted grin, clearly lost in her own fantasies.

"No!"

Both Finn and Majestria said it at the same time, though Finn wasn't entirely against Chestelle's suggestion—he wondered what the scales would feel like.

Lickthorn, still grinning deviously, leaned closer. "If that's so, then I want you to snuggle with me while we sleep tonight. Skin-to-skin… and," she chuckled pervertedly, losing herself in thought, "our skin rubbing together."

"No, absolutely not."

She immediately snapped out of her pervy trance, straightening herself. "Fine. But this is what you owe me."

Finn opened his mouth to argue, but a deal was a deal. He did owe her—after all, she had saved them back in the "fun room" at the wizard tower.

'Not that bad… at least it's not licking her armpits or feet or anything like that,' he reasoned silently.

Majestria looked at Lickthorn in shock. "That's not fair! I—" she paused.

"Do you want me to owe you too? Speak now or wait later."

"Later," Majestria pouted, already plotting something.

"Can I snuggle too?" Chestelle asked happily, like a kid desperate to join the fun.

"No!" Lickthorn hissed. Then she paused, smirk spreading across her face. "Actually… yes. The more, the merrier."

Finn stared at them, already dreading the hellish night ahead, silently imagining all the tangled limbs and chaotic blanket battles that were surely about to unfold. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

Before falling onto the cushions and settling into a comfortable position, Finn was soon joined by the girls under the blankets.

I really hope I can sleep tonight…