Chapter 5 _ Trigger Discipline
"Hell no. My waifus are my damn privilege. Both of 'em. ...Heh. Folks who get it, get it. They know what makes me special. ...Well, hell. I don't show this off very often, but I reckon I'll let y'all see my pride and joy."
CHAT: Wait, boobs!?
CHAT: New here? When Natsume says she's proud of something, she means her tattoos. Definitely not that flat chest.
CHAT: That Inmon seriously freaked me the fuck out the first time I saw it lmao.
Natsume unclipped her chest rig and shrugged off her jacket, leaving herself in a cropped tank top. She turned toward the eye-camera, showing off the tattoos covering her toned abdomen and both arms.
"Well? What'd y'all think? Pretty damn badass, ain't it?"
She stood there with her hands on her hips, proudly displaying the Inmon tattooed across her stomach.
Kanon returned through the door just in time to let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"Na-chan, are you showing off your tattoos again? Mako-chan and I don't mind, but regular Japanese people are going to give you some serious side-eye."
"Relax. Even in America, plenty of middle- and upper-class folks think tattoos are a mark of an idiot."
Her stomach bore an Inmon. A blue rose tangled in thorns covered her left arm. A cross was inked on the inside of her right forearm, with Praying Hands on her upper arm. A spiderweb was just visible above the neckline of her tank top.
"I've got a Goliath birdeater on my back. A heart with tribal around it on my lower back. And Ave mundi spes Maria on my inner thigh."
CHAT: Ave what?
CHAT: It's Latin. Some kind of hymn.
"Well, look at that. We got ourselves an educated viewer."
CHAT: If it's on her inner thigh, which verse is it? Knowing Natsume, probably O quam sancta, quam serena—"O how holy, how serene."
CHAT: Nah, it's gotta be that verse that got used in an anime opening.
"Well, that's the famous one. So yeah, you got it. O quam sancta, Quam serena, Quam benigna, Quam amoena esse virgo creditur."
"Basically, 'O how holy, how serene, how kind, how lovely the Virgin is believed to be.'"
CHAT: What's holy and serene about Natsume? LMAO
CHAT: Kanon-chan and Mako-chan, obviously.
Natsume snorted.
"Yeah. I ain't exactly the holy-and-serene type. I just figured it'd be funny as hell if those words were right there when I was getting frisky with my girls. Gives it that whole yuri vibe, y'know? Ain't got no deeper meaning than that."
CHAT: Does this woman actually have an education or not?
CHAT: Nah. She's from Texas. She probably just happened to hear the Latin somewhere.
CHAT: Don't forget, Natsume can't sing for shit. Her go-to song, Like a Virgin, sounded like she was summoning some kind of blasphemous demon.
CHAT: Kanon-chan and Mako-chan straight-up froze when she sang that.
Natsume clicked her tongue.
"Tch. Every damn one of y'all's gotta take a shot at me."
Kanon laughed.
"You are terrible at singing. That's just a fact. You might as well accept it. ...Although, if you were a little more approachable, I bet everyone would be fawning over you. You're gorgeous, Na-chan. You look like a model. Right, Mako-chan?"
"Y-yeah. I-I mean, I'm just a f-fat girl with a big chest... N-Na-chan's tall, and she's fit, and... a-and she's always so confident. She's... c-cool."
Natsume narrowed her eyes and slowly ran her tongue over her lips.
Without warning, she pulled Mako into her arms and pressed her lips firmly against hers. Caught completely off guard, Mako squirmed and flailed in Natsume's embrace.
After a moment, Natsume finally let her go.
"Ah, hell... Mako's just too damn cute."
She looked down at her girlfriend with a soft grin.
"Crazy, gloomy, shy as hell—you can be any damn thing you want, and you're still fucking adorable. I'll protect you forever. You don't gotta see anything scary. Don't gotta worry about anything you don't like. Forget all that shit. ...You just keep your eyes on me. I'm all you need."
CHAT: Natsume, what you're saying is actually kinda fucked up lmao
CHAT: It's cute because they're both into it, but if this were one-sided, that'd be straight-up something a kidnapper would say.
CHAT: I mean... I kinda get where she's coming from.
CHAT: ↑ You a stalker in training or something?
CHAT: Hell no. Mako-chan just has that "I wanna protect her" energy, okay?
CHAT: Protect her? She literally just shot a goblin with a handgun.
CHAT: You guys are gonna be the ones getting protected.
CHAT: She doesn't have much strength or stamina, but she's got guts. Honestly, making it through all of Bob's training is pretty damn impressive.
Kanon stepped in.
"Okay, Na-chan. Mako-chan's about to run out of air. ...And we should probably start making dinner. You eat like an absolute animal, Na-chan."
Natsume blinked.
"Oh. Right."
She turned toward the eye-camera.
"Anyway, y'all, it's time for Mako and Kanon's Isekai Outdoor Cooking. I'm fucking hopeless in the kitchen, so I'll just sit here and cheer 'em on."
