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

Finn stood before the "lonely" chest, sweating and mentally scarred by what was about to happen.

Everyone else watched with bated breath, especially Lickthorn—who was breathing heavily, completely entranced by the sight.

Finn looked back at the group, then narrowed his eyes at Arsenio.

"So... what exactly am I supposed to do with the chest?" he called out.

"You have to touch it! Snuggle with it! Oh—and grip it, too!" Arsenio shouted like this was perfectly normal.

Finn’s face twisted in horror. He turned slowly to face the quivering chest, which was rattling anxiously in place. It let out a soft, pitiful whimper the moment he looked at it.

His eye twitched.

’So I have to... emotionally bond with this thing? Maybe even make love to it? This isn’t even a living being! His eyes teared up slightly. This is beyond shameful...’

He knelt down slowly, and the chest shivered under his presence.

"O-Okay..." Finn muttered. "So... I just have to touch you..." He hesitated, then slowly reached out.

The chest trembled violently.