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

She saw Kasumigaoka Utaha turn her head away, her gaze drifting to the other side, her ears slightly red, but a smile still playing on her lips: "And... today at the shelter, Aoyama-kun told Sagori that he'd take you out in a couple of days."

"What's up?"

"what about me?"

"...what?"

"Hasn't Aoyama-kun considered taking me out too?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head to look at him, her tone carrying a hint of reproach that seemed both genuine and feigned, "I was the one who met you first."

"You want to go out too?" Aoyama's speech quickened.

"Yes I do."

With her hands held, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward slightly, moonlight streaming through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling on her pert nose and slightly parted lips.

"So... Aoyama-kun, you have to make it up to me."

Qingshan didn't say anything, but silently gave his all.

A hint of madness was reflected in her red eyes, her long hair fell over her shoulders, and the hem of her bodycon skirt was gently lifted by the night breeze.

Holding her graceful figure in his arms, Aoyama rested his other hand on the tree trunk near her ear.

Kasumigaoka Utaha trembled slightly, then she looked up at him.

"I will make it up to you properly." Aoyama's voice was very low.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breath hitched for a second, then she smiled, a very soft and gentle smile: "I felt it...that's more like it."

Under the moonlight.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's hands rested on the rough tree bark.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, straightened involuntarily, her ankles trembling slightly in the moonlight.

She turned her head to the side, her black hair falling down to cover half of her face, revealing a section of her fair neck.

"Aoyama-kun... how was your soak in the hot spring?"

"Is it comfortable?"

Her voice was slightly unsteady, with a slight upward swell at the end, as if she were trying to hide something.

Aoyama glanced down at her: "The hot spring was very comfortable, but it's a bit small..."

"And Shiyu, you're not as composed as I thought."

"...There's no need to say such things."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice lowered slightly, her ears turning completely red.

Her hands slid off the tree trunk and gripped Qingshan's clothes tightly with her fingertips.

She turned her head away, her red pupils reflecting the shattered moonlight.

"slow...."

Izumi Sagiri covered her mouth and squatted down, burying her face in her knees.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her body curled up, but her gaze still couldn't help but drift out from between her fingers.

Under the moonlight, Kasumigaoka Utaha, leaning against a tree, swayed gently, her long, straight black hair swaying behind her.

Her hands, which had been clutching the hem of Qingshan's clothes, now clung to his shoulders.

"I...I really didn't mean to, I really didn't see anything..."

She kept thinking about it, but her gaze remained fixed on it.

A strange thought began to emerge uncontrollably, entwining her thoughts like vines.

"If it were me... if I were in that position..."

Izumi Sagiri shook her head violently, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.

"No, no, no, what am I thinking?!"

She quickly covered her face, but the image wouldn't leave her mind.

Under the moonlight, Kasumigaoka Utaha's profile was visible, her chin slightly raised, her legs wrapped in black stockings tense, her ankles trembling slightly.

Qingshan draped the hem of Shiyu's skirt over her waist, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs wrapped in black stockings.

Izumi Sagiri's breathing changed.

"If it were me... would Brother Aoyama still have done that?"

She buried her face even deeper, her long, silvery-white hair falling down to cover her entire face.

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The sound of my heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the night.

At that moment, a low murmur came from afar.

Izumi Sagiri shuddered and lifted her head from her knees.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's forehead rested against the tree trunk, her black hair hanging messily on both sides, her shoulders swaying slightly.

Her voice was much softer than usual, with a hint of hoarseness: "...Aoyama-kun, you really are..."

"Ok?"

"...This is too much of a bullying."

She spoke, but did not let go of the hand clinging to his shoulder.

Moonlight fell on her profile, making her red pupils glisten with tears.

As Izumi Sagiri watched this scene unfold, Kasumigaoka Utaha's legs, encased in black stockings, slowly relaxed, and she almost leaned against Aoyama.

"Sister Shiyu...did they lose?"

This thought made Izumi Sagiri's heart skip a beat again.

Then she saw Kasumigaoka Utaha raise her head and smile at Aoyama in the moonlight, her smile carrying a lazy contentment.

"However... I quite like it."

Aoyama glanced down at her: "Are you still going to the hot springs?"

"...go!"

"The sun has been very strong these past few days, and even the hot spring water is evaporating."

Kasumigaoka Utaha reached out and tidied her messy black hair, pulling down the hem of her pencil skirt. "It's all because of you... and you had to carry me!"

"Your legs went weak?"

"..."

Even if you hold on that high... it's still because of you, you bastard!

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked away, her ears burning red: "...Mind your own business."

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Aoyama turned around and squatted down. Kasumigaoka Utaha climbed onto his back, her legs wrapped in black stockings around his waist.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice tinged with laughter: "Aoyama-kun, steady yourself."

"Don't blame me if you fall."

"You dare try throwing me... I'll crush you to death!"

Moonlight shone on the forest path, casting two shadows that overlapped and gradually disappeared into the depths of the trees.

Izumi Sagiri crouched behind the tree trunk for a long time until their figures were completely out of sight before slowly standing up.

Her legs had gone numb from squatting, and she leaned against the tree trunk for a while to recover.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and the heat on her cheeks lingered.

"What...what did I just see...?"

She covered her face and took a deep breath.

Then, as if remembering something, she quickened her pace several times over, almost running back to the shelter.

The big dog was still sleeping soundly on the straw mat, sprawled out, then rolled over to reveal its white belly, completely unaware of anything.

Izumi Sagiri crawled into the grass mat and lay down, pulling her coat up to cover her face.

After closing my eyes, all I could see in my mind was the scene under the moonlight.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's legs were encased in black stockings, and her red pupils glistened with tears.

And Aoyama-nii's...

Izumi Sagiri curled up in the blankets, biting her lip.

"I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

The embers of the fire were still glowing faintly when the big dog rolled over and sneezed slightly.

Outside the shelter, the night wind rustled through the treetops, making a soft, humming sound, like a low laugh.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from the cave entrance.

Izumi Sagiri immediately closed her eyes and made her breathing even and long.

She sensed someone tiptoeing in and sitting down by the fire.

Then came a low laugh, extremely soft and gentle.

"She's sleeping soundly."

"Don't wake her."

"Qingshan, I haven't finished settling the score with you yet."

"I told you not to push it so hard..."

"How do you want to calculate it?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm tired tonight."

"Ah."

The fire crackled, then there was a soft rustling sound, and someone lay down.

The shelter fell silent again.

Izumi Sagiri had her eyes closed, but her ears were sticking up at the tips.

She heard Kasumigaoka Utaha's soft breathing, the subtle movements of the green hills turning, and the sound of firewood burning in the bonfire.

Then she quietly opened a crack.

“…”

Moonlight slanted in through the cave entrance and fell onto the ground.

Kasumigaoka Utaha lay on a grassy mat not far away, her long, straight black hair spread out, the moonlight shining on her profile, and a slight smile playing on her lips.

She looked like she was asleep, but also like she wasn't completely asleep.

Izumi Sagiri closed her eyes again and pulled the blanket up a little.

"Tomorrow... I absolutely must not make eye contact with Sister Shiyu tomorrow..."

As she thought this, she slowly drifted off to sleep to the soft purring of the big dog.

Aoyama, who was on night watch, glanced indifferently at Izumi Sagiri.

How could her every move escape his eyes?

Chapter 42: Yukino: We'll succeed! [Image]

When Yukino woke up, it was not yet fully light.

A sliver of hazy light peeked through the gaps in the vines outside the cave.

It was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

She subconsciously moved her fingers first, her right hand still being held by Xue's mother.