Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!-Chapter 66: Death, Hugs, and Feet: The Essentials

The girls stared down at Finn, faces tense with worry—except Majestria, who just looked annoyed like she was inconvenienced by the whole him dying thing.

Finn rubbed his face, groaning. "This is too much... I don’t know if I can take any more of this."

Majestria crossed her arms, exasperated. "It’s your fault you died. I meant to knock you out—or at least exhaust you. But nooo, you had to go and actually die in the stupidest way possible."

Finn sat up and glared. "You were the one suffocating me?! So I really did die! I wasn’t unconscious—I was literally dead?!"

Majestria shrugged. "That’s what Lickthorn said. She kept insisting you weren’t breathing. Like—really insistent. I think she was about to do something to you. Chestelle said you were fine, but..."

Finn’s eyes widened in horror.

Slowly... he turned to Lickthorn.

For some damn reason, she was on the floor—lying on her back, arms behind her head, pulling her legs up with her tongue out like she was stretching or plotting murder.

They locked eyes.

Silence.

Finn wanted to say something.

But words... failed.

Lickthorn slowly sat upright, brushed off her shorts, and smiled innocently. "Something the matter?" she said, tilting her head like a serial killer pretending to be a schoolgirl.

Finn wanted to cry. He’d almost died, seen a cryptic vision tea-party with his college crush, came back, and this is what he woke up to.

He wanted to hug the girls out of relief—but now the whole idea just felt cursed.

Except...

Chestelle.

She looked like she was about to cry. Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes full of something real. Sorrow? Concern? Emotions that didn’t involve tongue-stretching?

’At least her reaction is normal...’ Finn thought.

He reached forward and hugged her.

Chestelle froze like she’d just been hit with a spell. Her body stiffened, her scales shimmered under the light—deep midnight blue shifting into soft silver hues.

Finn felt the weight of her chest press against him—soft, scaly, squishy. An objectively weird combination.

She gave a tiny squeak.

But then... she melted into the hug, pressing into him, arms hesitantly wrapping around his back.

Meanwhile, Lickthorn watched from the sidelines—narrow-eyed and furious. Like her diabolical post-death plans for Finn had been thwarted by affection.

And honestly? It was better Finn never found out what those plans were.

Then a thought hit him like a rock to the skull.

He turned sharply toward Majestria.

She was scowling at the corner of the room like babysitting mortals was beneath her divine pay grade.

"How nice..." Finn deadpanned. "So while the girls were checking if I was dead, you just stood there doing nothing?"

Majestria scoffed. "Why should I? A being of my status doesn’t lower herself to such foolish—"

Chestelle blinked at her. "But you did freak out when he stopped moving. And you freaked out more when Lickthorn said he was dead."

Lickthorn nodded, mouth full of bread. "Thu itest true."

’Where the hell did she get bread?’

Any case.

Finn squinted. "Yeah... now that I think about it, when I was fading out, I felt your thighs shift and heard a panicked voice. That was you, wasn’t it?"

Majestria turned red instantly. "N-No! I was just... concerned for practical reasons! I—I mean, who else is going to carry me around or praise me like I deserve?! I’m a higher being! It’s basic utility!"

Everyone stared at her.

Flat, dead-eyed stares.

"...What?" she said defensively.

Lickthorn raised an eyebrow.

Chestelle tilted her head.

Even Finn gave her a slow, judgmental blink.

Majestria scowled and threw up her hands. "Oh shut up! You all are beneath me."

Everyone let out a synchronized "Mmmmm..." while staring directly at Majestria.

Which, of course, only made her more flustered—and furious.

Finn, meanwhile, stood up, gently letting go of Chestelle. He took off the cool wizard hat like he was retiring from war, placed it delicately on the coat hanger, and immediately crash-landed onto the bed.

He let out a satisfied sigh. The bed was surprisingly comfy for something that looked like it was built during a medieval recession.

He ran his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently—just like his grandma used to teach him. "It releases tension," she’d said, usually after hitting him with a wooden spoon.

Majestria’s voice rang out behind him, laced with biting sass. "Um, what do you think you’re doing?"

Finn’s voice was muffled by the pillow. "Sleeping."

"What?"

He pulled his face out of the pillow. "I said—I’m sleeping here."

Before Majestria could say another word, Chestelle hopped onto the bed and latched onto Finn like a shy puppy. She nuzzled against him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

It made the bed way more cramped.

But it was... oddly comforting.

Majestria opened her mouth. "It’s not—"

"I almost died because of you," Finn cut in. "And Chestelle here actually cared whether I lived or not. Even Lickthorn cared... in her own creepy little way."

His voice softened toward the end. He knew provoking a goddess was probably going to cost him a kneecap.

Lickthorn just smiled—wide, amused, and dangerously perverted. "So can I sleep on—"

"Absolutely not. You’re sleeping on the desk."

She didn’t even argue.

With a dead stare, she casually swept everything off the desk—the diary, the quill, an innocent flower vase—crash. Finn winced.

She climbed up, lay down like a queen making a point, and closed her eyes without another word.

Chestelle was already asleep beside him, snoring softly. Her midnight-blue scales shimmered faintly in the low light of the room.

Majestria crossed her arms dramatically. "You can’t be serious. Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"You choose," Finn mumbled, already drifting off. His muscles relaxed. His mind went blank.

It was the first time he’d felt safe since arriving in this hellhole.

Majestria snarled.

"Just sleep on the damn floor," Finn muttered.

And just like that, he fell asleep.

***

The next morning came.

And to Finn’s unlucky—but also possibly very lucky—surprise...

He woke up to something horrifying.

Or heavenly.

Or both.

Either way...

It was definitely better than the horny slime.