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

Seraphina tried to hold him back, tugging on his arm. "Please, Finn, just wait a moment. You can't just walk up to her like that."

"No! I just want to talk to her and get this over with. It's nothing serious. Calm down," he said, stepping forward with heavy, determined strides.

Now standing in front of the priest and mage circle, Finn scanned the women, trying to figure out which one possessed the staff Seraphina needed.

Naturally, the girls began whispering and gossiping about him.

One cloaked girl leaned over to a nun-like girl. "He's planning which girl he's going to strangle next."

"I heard that!"

They gasped, eyes wide. "Please don't hurt us!"

"I'm not going to hurt anyone, damn it!" Finn shouted, but they stared blankly at him, completely ignoring the chaotic battlefield behind them.

Sighing deeply, Finn began inspecting their staffs one by one. Every single one looked cool… but not a single one seemed high-level enough for Seraphina. Frustration bubbled inside him.

'Come on, man!'

Finally, he spotted a mage in a robe and witch hat, holding a wooden staff with a curved end forming a circle around a blue crystal.

Pointing, he asked, "Is this the one?"

She shook her head. "No, far from it."

Rubbing his chin, he muttered, "Then what could it be?"

"She is," the Seraphina said, grabbing his head and turning him toward her.

Finn's jaw dropped. The girl he looked at… was like the ultimate brat from fiction. The kind of bully character you see in every anime and movie, exuding pure attitude.

And somehow… his reaction wasn't just disbelief.

'Please…'

The thing about Finn was… he had a weird, inexplicable obsession with bratty, arrogant girls. He didn't know why, but this was the absolute worst time for him to encounter one.

He was completely doomed.

'Compose myself. I must compose myself,' he muttered, sweat starting to bead unnaturally on his forehead.

Looking concerned, Seraphina reached out. "Are you okay, Finn? You're sweating a lot… are you running a fever?"

He smacked her hand away almost immediately. "I said I'm fine! Haha… don't worry about me." Saying flatly at the end of his sentence.

"Okay…" she replied, clearly unconvinced.

They began to approach the woman. She wore a purplish mage outfit that hung slightly baggy but still hugged her body in all the right places, topped with a small purple wizard hat. Her golden-blond hair framed her face perfectly, cascading past her neck with a bratty, teasing elegance. Deep blue eyes glinted at them, her lips glossy with red lipstick.

Above her chest, the outfit left her bare white skin exposed, showing off assets that perfectly screamed: I am an annoying brat, deal with it.

In her hands, she held a magnificent wooden-metal staff topped with a golden crystal, encased in a strange, intricate shape Finn couldn't even describe.

The sight of her made Finn's knees buckle. Out of all the women he'd ever seen in this world, she alone made his mind spiral with lustful, completely inappropriate thoughts. He wanted… everything. And right now.

This was going to be extremely difficult.

Standing before her, she gave them a look that mixed disgust with amusement, like they were annoying intruders daring to approach her. She clutched her staff tightly, holding it away from them.

"What do you want?" she asked, voice sharp.

"May I… please borrow your staff?" Finn asked, voice slightly strained.

He muttered under his breath: Please don't make fun of me…

"What was that?" the brat asked, tilting her head at him in confusion, thinking he might have said something flirtatious.

Seraphina shot him a confused glance.

"I said… please allow me to use your staff," Finn clarified, trying to focus.

"Like in hell I would!" she snapped, gripping it even tighter.

He looked away immediately, internally screaming: OUGH—SHE'S DOING THE THING!

She gave a stern, piercing look—first at Seraphina, then at Finn.

"The so-called entitled pure priestess, and this weird… dirty-looking bum," she sneered, "you're both wasting my time and attention. I shouldn't even be looking at either of you."

Finn practically began wiggling in place at her words, completely losing himself. He looked more like Lickthorn than ever, flailing under her glare.

"Especially being in my presence!" she continued, eyes narrowing on him. "You should be grateful I'm even allowing you to stand here like this. Especially you—looking like that, making some weird mating call. It gives me the ick!" She shivered in disgust.

"You're right," Finn blurted immediately, voice meek. "I am not worthy of your attention!"

Her eyes widened in shock at his sudden display of submissiveness.

"Well… looks like he understands," she muttered, a sly glimmer in her eyes.

Oh, I understand it all, baby! Finn thought, practically melting inside.

Seraphina's voice cut through the chaos. "Finn… what are you doing? We're supposed to borrow her staff and help everyone out, remember?"

The words snapped Finn back to reality, pulling him out of his fantasy trance.

"Right," he said, trying to compose himself. "Queen, I am sure you have the most beautiful name in existence, but we must ask you to hand over your staff. It's important… for saving everyone here."

The brat frowned slightly at his formal tone, then broke into a sly smirk, clearly enjoying herself.

"Hm, if that's the case," she said, voice dripping with amusement, "then you'll have to earn it. I'm already wasting enough time standing here talking to you disgusting fools."

Finn whimpered softly, utterly defeated by her words.

"Don't get too loose and drool in front of me," she added, eyeing the small stream of saliva escaping his mouth. "It's disgusting—for both of us."

Finn froze. He was drooling in front of her, and hadn't even realized it. All the dignity he had been clinging to evaporated in an instant. His parents, his friends… what would they think?

He was a complete degenerate.

"What must I do, my queen? I'll do anything to please you, my highness," Finn stammered, voice trembling.

Sophia covered her lips with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really are pathetic. I may have to keep you around for a while."

Finn whimpered, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Finn! Stop it!" Seraphina yelled, exasperated.

"My name is Sophia," the mage said, voice sharp and commanding.

FUCK YES! Finn thought, knees suddenly threatening to buckle.

"But I prefer you calling me that way," she added, voice silky, yet laced with authority.

Finn's knees gave way completely, and he staggered slightly.

"What… what do you want us to do for my highness?" he asked, trying to keep his composure.

"Us?" she said, tilting her head, eyes narrowing. "More like what I really want you to do."

Her gaze pinned him in place, leaving no doubt that this was entirely her game. Finn swallowed hard, caught between fear, desire, and the absurdity of the battlefield raging behind them.

He was going to throw away his manhood for some brat he just met.