Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!-Chapter 68: You are Signing Me up to Be Your Pleasure Slave!

Majestria launched herself at Finn like a divine linebacker and tackled him straight to the floor, shaking the entire room like someone just dropped a wardrobe full of bowling balls.

Chaos immediately followed.

She straddled him and began smacking his face rapid-fire, like a cat slapping another cat during a turf war.

Smack! Smack! Smack! His cheeks were turning redder than a baboon’s behind during mating season.

"STOP!!" Finn cried out, flailing like a fish with stage fright.

Chestelle panicked. She scurried over, grabbing at Majestria’s arm, desperately trying to pull her off like a child breaking up a parental brawl—but gender-flipped and way more violent.

Meanwhile, Lickthorn watched with a glimmer in her eye—content, fascinated, and wiggling her ass with glee like she was watching two gorillas duke it out in a wildlife documentary narrated by Morgan Freeman. If Morgan Freeman had a foot fetish and a criminal record.

Chestelle kept tugging on Majestria’s arm. "Stop it! Stop it!" But Majestria tossed her with one hand, shoving her off like she was brushing away a fly.

And that’s when it happened.

Poof!

Chestelle immediately transformed back into her chest form, slamming into the floor—mouth agape like a treasure mimic with trust issues.

Majestria’s arm was still mid-swing when the mimic-lid snapped closed on it.

CHOMP.

She froze.

Her eyes widened.

Her entire soul visibly left her body for half a second.

Then?

"AaaAAAAAGHHHHHH!!" She shrieked and flailed like her arm was caught in a garbage disposal filled with emotional trauma.

She jerked her arm up and down, left and right—shaking like a woman possessed trying to fling off a leech or haunted glove. But it only made things worse.

Chestelle rattled around her arm like a rabid lunchbox. Majestria’s scream became even more muffled when Chestelle launched upward and landed mouth-first onto her head. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Now Majestria’s entire upper body—head, shoulders, divine rage and all—was stuck inside Chestelle’s gaping mimic mouth.

The goddess ran around the room screaming like a deranged piñata.

Her voice was muffled. Her arms flailed. She tripped over the desk. She bumped into the wall. She knocked over Lickthorn, who just clapped her hands in delight like this was the best thing she’d ever seen.

It was like watching a cursed crossover of Tackasses IV and Ghost Adventures.

Finally, Finn—face still red and dignity in the negatives—got up and teamed up with Lickthorn in a moment of shared desperation. Together, they pulled Majestria down like a pair of wrestlers trying to save their teammate from a sentient suitcase.

After several violent shakes, a spin, and what might’ve been a minor exorcism, Chestelle popped off with a dramatic thwomp and landed in the corner, dazed and rattling gently.

Majestria lay on the floor, shaking in horror. Her body trembled. Her eyes were wide. Her divine hair was disheveled like she’d just witnessed the end of humanity.

And then—tears brimming in her furious eyes—

She turned to Finn.

"...YOU."

"Oh no," Finn whimpered.

BOOM.

She lunged at him again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

Later that morning...

***

Finn was now finishing up his story to the receptionist, explaining in thorough detail why they were up so early—like a murderer confessing a horrendous crime to a cop.

"So yeah..." Finn leaned on the counter, looking at the receptionist with the dead-eyed exhaustion of a man who’d already lived a full week before breakfast. "That’s why we’re up this early. Hope that answers your question."

The receptionist blinked, her expression frozen—processing the sheer absurdity of what she’d just heard like someone reading a cursed Threddit post at 3 A.M.

"...Ehe." A weak chuckle escaped her lips. She had nothing else to offer. No comment. No judgment. Just—ehe.

The guild hall was unusually quiet, save for a few scattered adventurers munching breakfast or loitering around the quest board like hungover pigeons.

From the look of things, the early morning peace wasn’t too surprising. Ardin had thrown a massive party the night before, and judging by the smell of stale beer still hanging in the air, most of the usual crowd were probably still passed out somewhere in a puddle of regrets and throw-up.

Which was great for Finn—less judgmental stares, fewer insults, and no one whispering, "Isn’t that the guy who became infertile because of a slime?"

Behind him, Majestria sat cross-legged at a table, examining her hair with military precision—checking her divine body for imperfections like she was inspecting a Lamborghini for fingerprints. Meanwhile, Lickthorn perched nearby, eyeing the few men in the room like a cat at a fish market. She licked her lips slowly, hungrily.

The men noticed.

They immediately looked away.

Some left the room.

One pretended to choke just to escape.

Chestelle, as always, stood loyally by Finn’s side like a mimicked golden retriever in goth girl form, just happy to be included.

The receptionist took in the group, let out a tired sigh, and rubbed her temple like she needed a raise. But also nice to see the group as well.

"So, I’m guessing those two girls are registering into your party?"

"Oh!" Finn scratched the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Hehe... yeah, I kinda forgot about that. I guess so—they’re not exactly the ’go their separate ways’ type."

"Alright... do they have their guild cards?"

’Crap,’ Finn thought.

He glanced back. Lickthorn was still eyeing the men like a horror movie poster. If she didn’t already have a guild card, he’d eat his shoes. Chestelle, on the other hand? Probably not. She had been a treasure chest up until, like, yesterday? Or the day before? Finn couldn’t remember. He was tired. So very tired.

"Well," Finn said, turning back to the receptionist.

"I’d like to register Chestelle. She’s, uh, newly, uh. I don’t know. I would just like to register her."

Chestelle leaned forward, confused about what Finn was signing her up for. She tilted her head at him and asked:

"What are you signing me up for?"

"Signing you up so you can officially be in our party."

"So you are making me your sex slave?" she said with the utmost excitement.