Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

The moonlight shone on the two of them and on the boundless ocean behind them.

Kasumigaoka Utaha reached her peak, her legs trembling involuntarily.

"Qingshan-kun... is inside, not outside..."

Aoyama frowned slightly, clearly realizing that going inside was not a wise choice, but since it was Kasumigaoka Utaha's request, he had no choice but to comply.

"Aoyama-kun, do you want more..."

The night is still long.

Chapter 21: Yes, this is my way of taking revenge.

The morning sunlight shone through the gaps onto the sand.

The sea breeze was much gentler than at night, carrying a faint scent of the sea as it brushed against the two people entwined.

Aoyama was awakened by a tingling sensation.

"..."

He opened his eyes and found Kasumigaoka Utaha lying on her side beside him, gently brushing the tip of his nose with a strand of her hair.

The sunlight fell into her red pupils, like melting amber.

"woke up?"

Aoyama moved his arm and found that his entire arm was almost numb from being pressed down.

He glanced at their disheveled clothes.

His shirt was draped over her, while she herself was only wearing a white shirt and a pleated skirt, three buttons undone.

Qingshan asked instinctively, "What time is it?"

"...I don't know either."

Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled her shirt up a bit, sat up, and stretched.

The warm sunlight shone from behind her, outlining the contours of her body.

"However, the sun has already risen above the top of that coconut tree."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at him, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Qingshan, your breathing seems quite uneven, and your heartbeat is much faster than before."

"You found out again?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha smoothed her hair, casually tucking a few stray strands behind her ear: "And Aoyama-kun, the way you look at me right now... is exactly the same as when you wanted to devour me last night."

Aoyama did not deny it.

His gaze fell on her.

The hem of her shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, and her two long legs were bent at her sides, the skin around her ankles almost transparent in the sunlight.

Her sideways sitting posture caused the hem of her pleated skirt to rise slightly, revealing a section of her full thigh.

“…”

Aoyama's throat moved slightly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed the trajectory of his gaze. Instead of looking away, she leaned back slightly, causing the collar of her shirt to slip down a bit more.

"Classmate Qingshan~"

"You wouldn't be thinking of..." Her voice carried that familiar teasing tone.

"think."

He answered crisply and decisively.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was visibly stunned for a moment, then her ears turned a blush.

She turned her head away, pretending to look at the distant sea, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up: "Being so blunt so early in the morning, I thought you would at least pretend to hesitate for three seconds."

"There's no point in hesitating with you."

"...Is this how Aoyama-kun confesses his love?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha breathed into his ear: "But I don't hate it either, so I accept Aoyama-kun's... confession."

Qingshan reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was led by him to lie down on the bed covered with coconut leaves, her head resting on his folded school uniform jacket.

Some of the sunlight was too bright and fell on her face through the gaps in the coconut leaves.

She squinted her eyes and slightly parted her lips.

"Qingshan, you...please be gentle..." Her voice softened, losing its usual sharpness.

Aoyama leaned down and kissed her, leaving her speechless.

Kasumigaoka Shiwa held him tightly for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Her hands unconsciously climbed up his back, her fingertips leaving indistinct scratches through his clothes.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the temperature on the beach gradually rose.

Kasumigaoka Utaha lay on the leaves, her pleated skirt bunched up to her waist, her feet up and legs together.

The familiar white towel was hanging on her thigh, swaying gently with the waves crashing in.

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha gripped the leaves beneath her with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, as if trying to suppress some sound.

Qingshan lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to endure it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha let out a muffled groan through her fingers, then removed the hand.

Her cheeks flushed slightly: "Qingshan, you always seem to become more talkative in situations like this..."

Aoyama said, "You taught me."

"Didn't you say it's a shame you can't talk underwater...?"

"So... you made up for it in this profound way?"

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha was speaking in broken sentences.

"Yes, this is my way of taking revenge."

Kasumigaoka Utaha was both embarrassed and angry at his words. She raised her hand and punched his chest, but the force was so weak that it didn't even tickle him.

"...You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Intentionally what?"

"Saying that on purpose...to distract me..."

Qingshan didn't answer; he simply bent down and ate the sour grapes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha trembled violently, her face instantly turning bright red, and she gripped his hair tightly with both hands.

"Oh, Qingshan-kun..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

.....

After finishing my morning exercise, it was already noon.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, after the ordeal of the previous night and morning, ate a simple meal and fell into a deep sleep.

"Both bad at the game and love to play."

Kasumigaoka Utaha is still too sensitive.

and.

After his body has been strengthened multiple times, Kasumigaoka Utaha alone cannot satisfy him.

However, he didn't rush to the shipwreck, but instead waited quietly for Kasumigaoka Utaha to wake up.

in the afternoon.

When Kasumigaoka Utaha woke up, the sun was already setting in the west.

The sea breeze rustled the coconut leaves, and warm light danced on her eyelids.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Aoyama's back as he sat beside her.

He was inspecting the bowstring of the compound bow, his expression focused and calm.

Utaha Kasumigaoka asked dazedly, "Um, what time is it now?"

Aoyama, who felt a sense of déjà vu, turned around and glanced at her: "I don't know either, but I guess it's sometime in the afternoon."

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him with her moist eyes.

She propped herself up and sat up, the shirt she was wearing slipping down to reveal her fair shoulders and hickeys on her collarbone.

She looked down at her disheveled clothes, her ears burning slightly, but she quickly composed herself, straightened her shirt, and looked up at Qingshan.

"Have you seen the shipwreck, Aoyama-kun?"

"no."

"I was very worried about leaving you alone on the beach given your previous condition."

Kasumigaoka Utaha tidied her loose black hair behind her head, stood up and stretched her slightly weak legs.

She walked to Qingshan's side, looked down at the long sword at his waist and the composite bow on his back, and then her gaze fell on the machete at his feet.

Aoyama handed her the long sword, instructing her, "Take this for self-defense."

"After I go into the water, stay on the shore and don't go far."

"If anything gets close to the beach, use a machete or a signal gun."

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up the machete, gripped the hilt, and felt a sense of reassurance from its heavy weight.

She raised her head, her red pupils shining brightly in the afternoon sunlight, reflecting the image of the green mountains.

She said, "Aoyama-kun, be careful."

Aoyama nodded and was about to turn and walk towards the sea when he suddenly felt his wrist being pulled.

He looked down and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha's fingertips gripping the inside of his wrist, the pressure light but with a clear sense of lingering.

"Is there anything else?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not reply.

She took half a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and planted a very light kiss on his lips.

That touch was very brief, so brief it was like a sea breeze brushing past unintentionally.

After stepping back, the tips of her ears were flushed, but her expression remained calm.

Aoyama looked at her for two seconds.

"Wait for me to come back."

Chapter 22: Immoral and scandalous, what if she wants to wear it?

The underwater world.

The coral reefs are scattered and their colors are dull, but occasionally a small, colorful fish flashes by in the gaps.

Qingshan swam forward with smooth movements, feeling no sense of suffocation underwater.

He maintained a moderate pace, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

Having learned his lesson from the velociraptor, he remained highly vigilant about this area.

The deep waters are always unpredictable, and he didn't want to become some kind of appetizer for a large marine creature halfway through his swim.

There was no sign of any large fish.

He observed that the surrounding fish were all small to medium-sized, and there was no sign of any large predators in the coral reef area.