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

He stared blankly as Kasumigaoka Utaha's hand gripped Aoyama's collar, and their lips met.

Her mind went blank for a second.

"Wh...what..."

"That...that was a kiss, wasn't it..."

Izumi Sagiri's voice was so thin it sounded like it was being squeezed out from the crevice of her throat.

Her cheeks turned red from her neck to her ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her face, but her blue eyes peeked out from between her fingers.

She saw Kasumigaoka Utaha lean forward slightly, saw Aoyama's hand naturally rest on Kasumigaoka's waist, and saw the two people's lips part.

A thin silver thread shimmered for a moment in the sunlight before breaking.

Kasumigaoka Utaha loosened Aoyama's collar and took a half step back.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks, her breathing was slightly erratic than usual, and her eyes held both the lingering effects of her earlier impulsiveness and a belated embarrassment.

Kasumigaoka Utaha subconsciously glanced at Izumi Sagiri, who was peeking through her fingers, and her ears turned even redder.

After all, I was carrying Izumi Sagiri last night...

At this moment, a sense of embarrassment and a strange, inexplicable thrill swept over him.

“…”

The air was silent for two seconds.

Aoyama coughed, breaking the silence.

"That..."

He looked down at the wild boar on the ground, then at Izumi Sagiri who was staring in disbelief, and at Kasumigaoka Utaha who had turned her head slightly away.

"Let's deal with the prey first."

"Pheasants, rabbits, frogs, chameleons, and this wild boar... we're going to be busy."

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed the donkey down the slope and grunted, then crouched down to examine the wild boar.

Izumi Sagiri peeked through her fingers to make sure the kiss was over before slowly lowering her hand.

But the blush on her face showed no signs of fading. She lowered her head and walked to the other side of the wild boar, pretending to be carefully observing its tusks.

"Sagiri," Aoyama called out to her.

"...Yes!" She stood up reflexively.

For some reason, Aoyama felt like laughing.

Is that the white-haired girl standing at attention?

"Hey, go get that basin for me, I'll need it to deal with the wild boar later."

"Okay...okay!"

Izumi Sagiri ran towards the shelter almost as if she were fleeing, her long, silvery-white hair billowing behind her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha crouched beside the wild boar, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Izumi Sagiri's retreating figure, then whispered:

"...Was I too impulsive?"

Aoyama crouched down beside the wild boar, drawing a machete from his waist: "It was a bit impulsive, but..."

He turned to look at her, a faint smile playing on his lips: "I don't dislike you."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head away as if to check the arrows, but the blush on her ears gave her away.

“Taking an inch and wanting a mile…” she muttered under her breath, but there was no real resistance in her voice.

Chapter 32: The premise is that the person is Qingshan.

Aoyama's machete sliced ​​across the wild boar's belly, the blade precisely avoiding the internal organs and following the muscle lines downwards.

Fresh blood trickled down the edge of the fur.

Kasumigaoka Utaha squatted down beside her, holding a basin in her hands, and following Aoyama's instructions, she caught the flowing blood.

She rolled up her sleeves to reveal her fair forearms, her face showing no fear, but rather the focused concentration of someone in an anatomy class.

"Aoyama-kun, what do you plan to do with this pig?" Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at him sideways. "With just the three of us, we probably can't finish two hundred pounds of meat."

Aoyama wiped the blade on the wild boar leg and said, "Smoke part of it, and eat the rest while it's still fresh."

"Wild boar fat can be used to make lamp oil, and its bones can be used to sharpen tools..."

"This thing is a treasure from head to toe, and nothing will be wasted."

Izumi Sagiri stood to the side and asked in a very soft voice, "Brother Aoyama... is there anything I can help you with?"

Qingshan looked up and glanced at her.

Izumi Sagiri's cheeks were still pink, her eyes darted around, and her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes. She looked like a frightened little animal, tentatively approaching but ready to run away at any moment.

Aoyama said casually, "Please boil some water for me."

"We'll need to use hot water to scald the bristles later. The bristles on the wild boar skin need to be scalded with boiling water before they can be scraped off."

"....OK!"

Izumi Sagiri felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She turned around and ran to the stone stove that had been set up. She squatted down and began pouring water into the pot, her movements so tense that she almost overturned the pot.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched Izumi Sagiri's retreating figure, a slight smile curving her red lips.

She leaned close to Aoyama's ear and whispered, "Saya seems to have suffered quite a shock."

Aoyama's hands didn't stop moving, but the corner of his mouth twitched: "Isn't it all because you were too sudden?"

“In that kind of situation, any normal woman would feel the urge, right?” Kasumigaoka Utaha straightened up confidently and put the wooden basin full of blood aside.

She emphasized the words "normal woman," glancing out of the corner of her eye at Izumi Sagiri, who was squatting by the stone stove tending the fire.

Aoyama remained silent: "Where is the normal part?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha calmly replied, "It's hard to suppress the sexual tension displayed by a strong member of the opposite sex, isn't it?"

"That is, assuming that person is Aoyama-kun..."

Qingshan chuckled but didn't reply.

He continued to work on the wild boar's abdominal cavity, removing the internal organs one by one.

The wild boar's heart is larger than a fist, and its liver is dark red with a smooth and plump surface.

He glanced at it and then placed it on a clean banana leaf: "Keep the heart and liver; we'll make soup with them tonight."

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned closer to look, her shoulder almost touching Aoyama's arm.

She pointed to the wild boar's kidneys: "You can eat that too, right?"

"Hmm, but it's troublesome to process. We have to remove the glands first." Aoyama took out the kidneys as well, skillfully tearing open the outer membrane to reveal the flesh inside.

He used the tip of his knife to pick out a thin, white gland. "This is it. If you don't remove it, the whole soup will smell fishy."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Aoyama's hand.

His fingers were long and strong, and his movements were swift and precise, as if he were doing something he had done a thousand times.

She narrowed her red pupils slightly and suddenly said, "Aoyama-kun, have you done this kind of thing before?"

Qingshan calmly said, "Watch more videos."

I'll tell you, during Chinese New Year in my hometown, isn't it either pressing pig's feet or occasionally cosplaying as a pig butcher?

"Another video?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any further questions.

Aoyama stood up and walked to the stone stove, where Izumi Sagiri was squatting and poking at the firewood with a stick.

"Sagiri."

Izumi Sagiri's shoulders jerked violently: "...What?"

"Wake me up when the water boils."

"Don't carry such a heavy pot yourself, it will hurt Aoyama-kun if you burn yourself."

Aoyama bent down and reached out to pat Izumi Sagiri's little head, the movement as light as if he were petting a cat.

Izumi Sagiri's face flushed red again.

She stammered, "I...I understand..."

Izumi Sagiri stared at Aoyama's retreating figure, her aquamarine eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Are Shiyu-jie and Qingshan-gege... in a 'couple' relationship?"

Izumi Sagiri forcefully stirred the firewood, sparks crackling out, a few landing on the back of her hand. She hissed in pain but didn't cry out.

She lowered her head and stared at the steam rising from the pot, her mind a jumbled mess.

...

"Finish!"

After a dozen minutes, the wild boar was cut into several large pieces.

Qingshan divided the pork leg, pork chops, and tenderloin into portions and hung them on a makeshift wooden rack on the side of the shelter to dry.

As for the pig's head, it was a bit difficult to handle, so he decided to use it as bait to attract the 'Velociraptor'.

"Let's try it tonight."

The pheasants and rabbits had already been plucked and gutted, then skewered on sharpened branches and slowly roasted beside the fire.

The oil dripped into the flames, sizzling and releasing a gradually spreading aroma.

Izumi Sagiri squatted by the fire, turning over the roasted meat. Her long, silvery-white hair was gathered over one shoulder, revealing her slender, fair neck.

She held a long branch in her hand and carefully adjusted the angle of the pheasant to ensure it was heated evenly.

The firelight shone on her profile, dancing into two warm spots of light in her pupils.

She reached out a finger and gently pressed it against the pheasant's skin to check the temperature: "Is it cooked? It should be safe to eat, right?"

Seeing her dazed look, Qingshan walked over and said with a smile, "I'll grill it. You and Shiyu go wash up, and it'll be ready to eat when you come back."

"Sawu, let's go."

Before Izumi Sagiri could respond, Kasumigaoka Utaha pulled her along.

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked with a leisurely pace, her long black hair swaying behind her.

Aoyama stared at her back, his gaze lingering on her long, shapely legs.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's figure is indeed excessively good.

With a slender waist and pert hips, her curves create a smooth, rhythmic flow as she walks.

She was wearing ordinary clothes, yet she managed to exude an exciting aura.

"...You're tempting me to make a mistake again."

......

Along the stream, crystal-clear spring water flows with a gentle murmur.

Izumi Sagiri stood up, shook the water droplets off her hands, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Shiwa-neechan..."

"Hmm?" Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had finished washing up, turned her head to look at her.

Izumi Sagiri's fingers were intertwined, her gaze wandering before finally settling on Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips.

Those two alluring red lips, not long ago they were pressed against Brother Qingshan's...

The sight made her ears burn again, but she still mustered the courage to ask, "Are you... are you and Brother Qingshan... dating?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing a half-smile: "Guess."

"I...I can't guess..." Izumi Sagiri's voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped lower and lower.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at her, who was practically steaming, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.