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

As he passed the metal cabinet piled with supplies, he opened it and took a look.

Inside were several boxes of compressed biscuits, canned goods, mineral water, as well as some medicine and bandages.

"Screech!!!"

"Great stuff!"

He quickly stuffed it into his backpack and continued walking deeper into the cabin.

At the end of the corridor was a half-open door; pushing it open revealed a passenger dormitory.

A thin blanket was folded on the bed, and a cabinet stood in the corner.

Aoyama opened the cabinet door, inside which hung several pieces of clothing, a waterproof jacket, and a neatly stacked plastic storage box.

"That's all?"

He opened the box, and inside were several pieces of clothing neatly folded.

Aoyama casually flipped through them and found that they were women's clothing.

It was probably left behind by a passenger.

I took out a black dress and touched the fabric. It felt soft and smooth. The neckline was just right, and the hem was about knee-length.

"Hmm... Immoral and indecent!"

"I took it."

I found two more similar items, a dark gray pencil skirt, and several shirts that looked to be made of good quality.

"It's an insult to civility... I'll take it."

Qingshan remained calm and rolled up all the clothes, stuffing them into his backpack.

At the bottom of the box, he also found an unopened bundle of black stockings and several pairs of lace panties.

There was even a stepmother dress that looked quite sexy.

Black lace trim, V-neck that plunges below the chest, cinched waist, and a skirt so short it barely covers the top of the thighs.

Aoyama remained silent for a second.

"..."

After thinking for a moment, he folded the stepmother's dress neatly and stuffed it inside.

"What if she wants to wear it?"

Before long, Aoyama completed the collection task.

I carefully packed all my clothes and daily necessities into my backpack.

Towels, toothbrushes, soap, and even a palm-sized mirror.

"What a bumper harvest!"

"It's still faster to search, raid, and withdraw."

As Qingshan passed through the crew quarters with his bulging backpack, the survivors huddled in the corners of the corridor remained in their original positions.

No one moved, and no one made a sound.

Qingshan glanced at them and said, "You are free now. There are some things you can find on your own."

After saying that, he turned and left.

A series of suppressed gasps and whispers came from behind me.

"It's time to go back."

As he stepped out of the cabin, the sea breeze blew in his face, dispelling some of the lingering bloodiness from his body.

He took a deep breath, feeling the salty smell of the sea breeze filling his chest.

Then he leaped into the azure sea.

Chapter 23: Mr. Aoyama, you'll catch a cold if you wear wet clothes.

As the green hills emerge from the sea, the sun is setting.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat on the edge of the shade under a coconut tree, chin resting on her arm, gazing at the sea.

The moment she saw the green hills, she sprang to her feet like a spring, her steps even faster than her rational judgment, and she stepped directly into the seawater.

"Aoyama-kun——!"

Her voice carried an barely suppressed urgency.

When she got closer and saw that he was completely unharmed, her eagerness subsided.

"You've been gone for so long, I almost sent out a signal flare."

Standing in knee-deep water, Qingshan unloaded the bulging backpack from his back: "The situation inside is more complicated, and it took us longer to search for supplies."

"complex?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha seemed lost in thought, her gaze shifting from his soaked body to the backpack on his back, and then back again.

"Did you run into someone again?"

“Mm.” Aoyama nodded.

"Four men controlled more than a dozen survivors."

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment: "Where are those four people now?"

"He's retired from the entertainment industry."

"..."

Is this Aoyama-kun's lame joke?

That's true.

Her expression remained unchanged; she simply nodded slightly, as if she had anticipated this answer.

"What about the other survivors?"

"I searched through all the usable supplies, and left the rest for them to distribute themselves."

Kasumigaoka Utaha slightly curved the corners of her mouth, but did not ask any further questions.

As for why Aoyama-kun didn't save them?

Why save them?

This is Kasumigaoka Utaha's idea.

It may sound cold, though.

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned and walked back to the beach, sitting down under a coconut tree: "You're covered in seawater, let's dry off first."

Aoyama walked over and sat down next to her, placing his backpack on the sand between them.

The light of the setting sun shone from the side, casting long shadows of the two people.

"What did you find on the ship?" Kasumigaoka Utaha turned to look at him.

Aoyama unzipped his backpack and took out his items one by one.

Compressed biscuits, canned goods, and other supplies were piled up on the sand.

"This is enough for us to eat for several days."

Then he placed the fire axe, two kitchen knives, and a crossbow next to him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes lit up when she looked at the pile of supplies on the ground.

But then she noticed Aoyama's hand reaching deep into his backpack, as if there was something even more important that he hadn't taken out yet.

"and?"

Aoyama paused for a moment.

He silently pulled out the black dress.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze fell on the skirt, and she said thoughtfully, "So, Aoyama-kun likes this kind of thing~"

"cough!"

"Didn't you say you wanted a change of clothes?" Aoyama said without changing his expression, placing the dress in front of her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up the black dress and unfolded it to take a look.

The fabric is soft and smooth, the cut is simple and elegant, the neckline is just right, and the skirt length is about knee-length.

She held the dress up against herself, then turned to look at him with a half-smile on her lips: "Aoyama-kun's taste is indeed excellent."

Qingshan didn't reply and continued taking things out of his backpack.

Two shirts, a dark gray pencil skirt, underwear, and a small mirror.

and....

His hand paused when he saw the unopened bundle of black stockings.

Kasumigaoka Utaha also saw it.

Her gaze fell on the black stockings, then moved to Qingshan's face, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"And stockings?"

After all, he had already torn her previous one to shreds.

Although it had broken down a bit while we were on our way, the culprit was still Aoyama.

"more than."

Aoyama remained calm as he placed the stockings on the sand.

Then she pulled out the black lace-trimmed stepmother dress from the bottom of her backpack.

The V-neck extends below the chest, the waist is narrowed, and the skirt is so short that it barely covers the top of the thighs.

“…”

The air was still for a second.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze lingered on that stepmother's dress for a full three seconds before she slowly raised her eyes to meet Aoyama's.

Those red pupils shone with a subtle light in the setting sun.

Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was suppressing some expression.

"It seems that Aoyama-kun... really likes this kind of thing?"

Qingshan blushed and said, "Ahem! Don't talk nonsense."

"I thought you liked clothes like this."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rubbed her forehead: "It's impossible no matter how you look at it, right?"

She placed the black dress on her lap, then picked up the stepmother's dress, unfolded it, and examined it, her fingertips lightly tracing the thin lace fabric.

She joked, "It seems our Aoyama-kun isn't quite as handsome as Sugiyama-kun."

"I've always been humble!"

“Then please tell me…” Kasumigaoka Utaha folded the stepmother's dress and placed it on her lap, tilting her head slightly to look at him, “When you picked up this dress, what exactly was the image that came to mind…?”

Qingshan looked at her.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on her black hair.

Because of the sea breeze, one button on Kasumigaoka Utaha's school uniform was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a small section of her collarbone.

Her expression remained languid and composed, with a hint of playfulness.

But the way her fingers were curled up on her skirt betrayed her equally turbulent emotions.

Aoyama: "I'll tell you the specific details after you put it on."

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's ears flushed pink. She turned her head to pretend to tidy up the pile of clothes, moving a little faster than usual.