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

Like hell I'm going to stay here.

That's what Finn told himself before sneaking away from the campsite. He waited a few minutes first, just to make sure Silvara didn't suddenly swoop back in and catch him mid-escape.

Once the coast seemed clear, he slipped off into the fog. The girls, naturally, followed. Chestelle trailed along without a thought in her head, like a sleepy duckling. Lickthorn clung to his side. Majestria, meanwhile, complained every three steps, swearing she wouldn't follow—only to eventually give in once it became obvious she was about to be ditched.

The fog was so thick it was impossible to see anything. Hearing was all they had—and that made things worse. Every creak of armor in the distance sounded like knights waiting to pounce. Finn used the noise to weave around patrols, but his job wasn't easy with three loud girls in tow. Subtlety went out the window the moment Chestelle started humming some insane tune and Majestria demanded to be carried.

"Why am I your pack mule?" Finn whispered harshly as she climbed onto his back.

"Because I'm divine," she muttered, settling in like royalty.

Finn sighed, trudging forward, praying he was heading toward the midwife's place. Truthfully, he had no clue where he was going—just blind faith and poor decisions guiding him. At this rate, Silvara was going to realize they were missing and hunt them down, and Finn would probably be killed before he even saw the potion that could restore his fertility.

Not that he even knew what he'd do if he succeeded. Finally lose his V-card? Yeah right. More likely he'd get cockblocked by fate itself, or worse—discover his "first time" was actually with a demon in disguise.

Still, it was a risk worth taking.

And so the "long, boring, foggy journey" began.

About halfway through, Majestria finally decided to stop being useless and revealed one of her powers—she lit up like a human lighthouse, flooding the fog with a harsh glow. The good news: they could finally see where they were going. The bad news: turns out they had been wandering the wrong direction for quite a while.

Finn stared ahead, dead inside.

Who could have guessed…

***

Before long, Finn finally found himself back in the Whispering Forest.

He kind of missed it. And at the same time… not at all.

This was where everything began. Where he first met Lickthorn—though "met" might not be the right word. More like he stumbled in on her having a duel with a forest nymph. And winning. Finn still couldn't believe he'd actually witnessed that.

Or Granny Plops. That deranged old hag who forced them to expose themselves for her twisted amusement, only to vanish like some nightmare cryptid. Finn still didn't understand her existence—or why she lived rent-free in his memories.

And of course, the trees themselves. Whispers in his ear, weird mutterings, half-insults. Not to mention Beard Man, who screamed obscenities at them while they passed through here. Truly, all the building blocks of his cursed adventure began in this damned forest.

Now, retracing his steps, they took the other path—the one that led straight to the Midwife's home.

His chance. His shot at getting his fertility back.

The fog was still everywhere, clinging thick to the ground, making everything feel heavy and wrong. Finn swore it was even denser than before. Was it all drifting out from Moistvile? It would explain a lot… but also, nothing.

Finally, they stood outside the fetus-shaped house. Its warped wooden frame bulged and curved into a grotesque, womb-like form—the unmistakable dwelling of the Incubus Midwife. Finn hated everything about coming back here. The house. The Midwife. The memories.

But he had to.

Because today—today—was the day he would finally get his fertility back.

***

Finn stood before the wooden door, the girls behind him. His legs still ached from carrying Majestria most of the way—hours, by his rough guess. But finally, they were here.

Well, he was back.

He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and knocked.

"Who is there?" came the all-too-familiar voice from the other side.

"It's, uh, me. Finn… the guy who needed the Hornus potion, remember? Heh." His laugh came out awkward, thin.

"Oh, darling! You've returned. Hold on."

The sound of clicking heels echoed from inside. Finn gulped, nerves and excitement tangling in his chest.

The door opened. Fishnet legs. That same suffocating aura.

"Come inside, darling~ I have been waiting."

Finn shuffled in, the girls trailing warily behind him as the door shut.

The Midwife glided past him toward its cooking station, then turned, eyes locking on him.

"I expected you by nightfall, not crawling back the next day. Was it… harder than expected?" Its tone slithered, low and teasing. "Did you get all… slimy~?"

"Yeah… something like that," Finn muttered.

"And my potion? Did it help?"

"Oh." He scratched the back of his head. "I… kinda lost it. Fell into a pile of… liquid. I'd rather not relive it."

"What a shame," it cooed. "But surely… you have what I asked for?"

"Yes! I do." Finn lit up, fumbling into his pocket. He held out several slime melo, different colors gleaming in his palm. "I don't know which one's the right one, but—I hope this is good enough."

The Midwife stared at the melo, blinking slowly, then lifted its gaze to Finn.

Eyes sharp. Voice low.

"Do you have any idea what you've brought me?"

"Slime melo…? That's what I brought you, right?" Finn asked, blinking at the handful of different shaded beans.

The Midwife's eyes gleamed. "Yes, darling. But not just any. What you carry are different kinds of slime melo. Each one rare. Each one… highly coveted."

"W-What?!" Finn nearly dropped them, staring down at his palm as though he'd been unknowingly juggling treasure.

"They're incredibly valuable," the Midwife purred, circling him like a snake. "Collectors, alchemists, nobles with too much coin… they would all pay handsomely. I'm shocked you stumbled across such specimens. Some of these fetch prices that even seasoned gatherers can only dream of."

Finn's chest fluttered with excitement as he looked back at the beans glowing in his hand. "How much could I even get from this stuff?"

The Midwife tilted its head, lips curling into something sharp and knowing. "It's hard to say, darling. But at the very least… one gold coin or maybe more."

Finn froze, his jaw unhinging. I'm gonna be rich?!