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

'I cannot sleep like this at all… but I can at the same time'

That was what Finn told himself as he lay trapped, surrounded on all sides by three girls. Well… two and a half, really. Majestria didn't count.

She had declared herself too divine to share space with "mortals" and had migrated to the farthest corner of the tent, sprawled out dramatically as if she were staking her claim on holy land.

On Finn's left, Lickthorn had latched onto his arm like her very survival depended on it. She held it tight against her stomach, rubbing herself against him and even tugging his sleeve up so their skin could touch. She claimed it would "keep him warm."

Finn wanted to argue… but damn it, she wasn't wrong. The warmth was actually kind of nice. And for the first time since meeting her, she looked almost… cute.

'At least she wasn't lying about that,' he admitted internally.

Then there was Chestelle. Sweet, weird Chestelle. She had somehow wriggled under the blanket between his legs and was now resting her head against his waist, dangerously close to his "sacred treasure."

Like one of those internet people telling people to "get under the blanket." Yeah. Exactly like that.

Majestria, meanwhile, was still sprawled far away, hogging all the space for herself like a smug cat. But even so, Finn couldn't help noticing she looked oddly… lonely.

Staring up at the ceiling of the tent, Finn let out a quiet sigh.

This was it. He was living the dream most guys would kill for—surrounded by girls in a small, intimate tent. Utter insanity aside… it was actually kind of nice. For a brief moment, he let himself enjoy it.

Finally, he was going to get some well-earned rest.

As his eyes grew heavy, his thoughts wandered. He wondered how Seraphina was holding up after being treated so harshly by Ardin. He hoped she was okay… that she was sleeping peacefully, away from all this madness.

And then, there was Ardin himself. Where the hell had he gone after Finn passed out? Finn had spotted Chunkus eating alone earlier, so Ardin had to still be around somewhere.

In the end, though, it didn't matter. As long as Finn didn't have to see that smug bastard's face, he could finally sleep in peace.

Or so he thought.

Because then… he felt it.

A warm, soft squish against his right arm.

Finn slowly turned his head—and nearly passed out on the spot.

Majestria. The untouchable, smug goddess herself. Snuggled up against him in her sleep, his arm pressed snugly between her breasts.

'Oh… my… goodness…' Finn's brain nearly short-circuited.

For a long, glorious moment, he just stared. Admiring. Worshipping. And then—because he was only human—he gave his arm the tiniest forward-and-back motion.

Majestria let out a delicate sigh.

Finn's lips curled into the most unholy grin. A perverted giggle escaped his throat. He was in heaven.

On instinct, he shifted his left arm against Lickthorn—who immediately let out a soft whimper.

Then he wiggled his lower body ever so slightly—Chestelle gave a sleepy yawn in response, still curled between his legs.

'Wait…' Finn froze, his mind exploding with realization.

He tested it again. Right arm—Majestria sighed. Left arm—Lickthorn whimpered. Lower body—Chestelle yawned.

A one-in-a-lifetime discovery had just fallen into his hands.

'Oh my god… I can make music with them.'

Without hesitation, Finn began to orchestrate. Slowly. Rhythmically.

Right arm. Sigh.

Left arm. Whimper.

Lower body. Yawn.

Over and over, he moved his limbs in sequence, turning their unconscious noises into a strange, perverted symphony.

And he was loving every second.

"Right, down, left… rightt, right… lefttt…" he whispered like a conductor, matching the movements of his body parts with each sound.

To Finn's delirious mind, it was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard.

Then he decided to go big.

He moved all at once—arms, body, everything—faster than before.

Majestria sighed louder. Lickthorn whimpered sharply. Chestelle gave a groggy, drawn-out yawn.

The combined sounds stirred the three girls, their bodies shifting restlessly around him.

And Finn, caught somewhere between fear and ecstasy, realized he may have pushed his orchestra a little too far.

***

But to his luck, they only moved some from his movement—but stay asleep.

'That's enough for now…'

Finn was finally beginning to calm down, he didn't want to wake them up nor deal with them. It was best to sleep and get ready for tomorrow, because he definitely had lots of things he needed to do for tomorrow.

And soon he began to drift off to sleep, his eyelids growing heavy, his mind fading and it all began to grow black.

***

Finn eventually woke in complete darkness.

Not a sliver of lantern light outside the tent, not a sound of muffled chatter—just the occasional chirp of crickets breaking the silence.

He blinked, shifted his head. No Majestria-ass-smothering this time, thankfully. The darkness was just the tent.

'Who would've guessed…' he thought dryly.

Then he moved his arms.

And instantly regretted it.

His left hand was cupping Lickthorn's ear somehow—like he was tenderly whispering sweet nothings to her brain—while her entire body had somehow coiled around his waist like a python.

He shifted his hips and froze. Chestelle was halfway climbing up his body in her sleep, head nuzzled against his chest, like some creepy little cuddle-gremlin steadily riding her way upward.

And his right arm? Oh, that was resting on Majestria's stomach—while her legs were sprawled across his torso, her bare feet just inches from his mouth.

Finn's eyes widened in the pitch black.

'How does this even happen?!'

It was like a cursed game of Twister where the loser forfeited their Chasity

He could've moved. He should've moved. But he was so damn tired. And… against all reason, all sanity—he was warm. Cozy, even.

Finn let out the tiniest sigh, resigning himself to his fate.

'Screw it… death by getting smothered by women isn't the worst way to go. But the best way to go.'

And with that, he let his body sink back into the warmth of the insane tangle he'd been claimed by, his mind drifting once more into sleep.

***

Once again, Finn woke up—but this time, Majestria's face was hovering dangerously close, her expression pure anger, and her hands tightly around his neck.

Finn gagged, panicking and completely unsure what was happening. Lickthorn and Chestelle were still asleep.

"W-What are you doing…?" Finn managed to choke out.

"You damn pervert! Who said you could sleep next to me?!" Majestria tightened her grip, making him gag even more.

"S-Stop…"

"No!"

Finn struggled, thrashing as best he could—but Chestelle stirred from her sleep, rubbing her eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked groggily.

"H-hel—"

Majestria silenced him with an even tighter grip. "Stop speaking!"

Chestelle, seemingly unconcerned, decided it was easier to go back to sleep. In doing so, she rolled awkwardly and collided with the central beam supporting the tent.

Making it all collapse…