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

He took two pieces of smoked crocodile meat from the hanging leaf bundle, and then checked the three containers filled with water to make sure there were no leaks.

The two condom water bags and the thermos from yesterday are still intact, and the water content is enough to last a day.

"It's time to wake up."

He didn't deliberately lower his voice.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyelashes trembled twice, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Those red pupils stood out vividly in the morning light, carrying the hazy and languid feeling unique to someone just waking up.

"Good morning." Her voice was hoarse and nasal.

"Good morning." Qingshan handed her a piece of crocodile meat. "Eat something and drink some water, then we'll set off."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat up, took the piece of dried meat, and took a small bite.

After being air-dried and smoked overnight, the meat becomes firmer and chewier, but the aroma becomes more concentrated.

She chewed slowly, her gaze fixed on the silhouette of the green hills.

He was tidying up the hay he had laid out the night before, restoring the camp under the stone eaves to a relatively clean state.

Viewed from the side, the lines of his shoulders and back were smooth and powerful, and his shirt was damp with sweat in some places, outlining the faint contours of his muscles.

"Tsk." Kasumigaoka Utaha's cheeks puffed out slightly as she took a sip of water to suppress the soft hum.

Fifteen minutes later, the two left the stone shelter.

Qingshan walked ahead, still using that steel bar to clear the way, cutting through the vines and shrubs blocking his path.

His steps were noticeably lighter than yesterday, partly due to the replenishment of water and protein.

on the other hand.

He looked down at his palm, gently clenched his fist and felt the surging power. The physical enhancement brought by the cheat made all physical exertion insignificant.

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed behind, her focus clearly more concentrated today than yesterday.

She held a sharpened branch as a walking stick to test the soft ground beneath her feet, avoiding stepping into holes covered with decaying leaves.

"Aoyama-kun, which way should we go?"

"First, go back to where the school bus crashed, then walk up the mountain." Aoyama pushed aside a clump of low plants and said without turning his head, "The school bus flipped over from above. As long as you follow the ridge, you'll definitely find that road."

"I hope so." Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone was indifferent, but Aoyama could hear a hint of tension hidden in it.

They walked upstream along the stream for about forty minutes before finally returning to the area where they had woken up the day before.

The wreckage of the school bus still lay there silently, its twisted metal frame gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Qingshan didn't glance at the corpses again, but walked straight through the scattered remains and looked up at the top of the mountain.

The cliff was steeper than I had imagined, about 60 or 70 degrees, and its surface was covered with dense vines and plants, with almost no exposed rocks visible.

However, upon closer inspection, one can find some protruding tree roots and rock edges that can serve as footholds for climbing.

"Can you climb up?" Kasumigaoka Utaha stood behind him, looking up at the almost vertical slope.

"Yes." Aoyama inserted the steel bar into the side strap of his backpack, freeing his hands.

"Follow my route, and make sure you're on a steady footing before you go up."

“But I’m wearing a skirt.” Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced down at the hem of her school uniform skirt, her expression subtle.

"...I will close my eyes when I'm halfway up."

"He's such a gentleman, it's touching." She hummed softly, but still stepped forward.

Qingshan was the first to climb the steep slope.

He gripped a thick vine with his right hand, stepped on the base of a protruding rock with his left foot, and with a light leap, he rose nearly a meter.

The soil here has a high water content and is somewhat slippery to the touch, but his finger strength is completely different from yesterday, and those soft mud layers pose almost no challenge to him.

"Follow."

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath, grabbed the vine that Aoyama had just held, and began to climb up.

Her physical strength was not as good as Qingshan's, and her movements were obviously not as nimble.

She had to carefully find every foothold and move up step by step. Sometimes a protruding tree root would slip under her foot, making her tense up.

But Kasumigaoka Utaha's willpower exceeded Aoyama's expectations.

She never complained of being tired, nor did she ask to stop and rest.

When you climb to about 15 meters high, the slope becomes even steeper, with a smooth rock face nearly three meters high above, offering almost no gripping points.

Below the rock face is only a narrow, protruding stone platform, just big enough for one person to stand on.

Qingshan first climbed onto the stone platform, and after he had settled down, he looked down.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was about a meter below him, one hand gripping a vine beside her, the other wedged in a crevice in the rock, frowning as she looked at the smooth rock face.

"...I can't get up there." She bit her lip. "It's too high, I can't reach it."

Aoyama assessed the distance.

"Come up here first and stand at my feet."

"Grab me." Aoyama crouched down and stretched out his right hand.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at him, then released her hand that was stuck in the crevice.

Aoyama accurately grabbed her wrist and, with a slight exertion, lifted her up.

In that instant, Kasumigaoka Utaha's body was pulled up almost against Aoyama's side.

Her chest brushed against his shoulder and arm, and a warm breath, slightly sweaty, wafted over her.

“…”

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

Without much thought, Aoyama adjusted his position and placed his hands on her waist.

Then he gave her a push, with just the right amount of force, to help her climb onto the last stone platform.

"First, stand firmly."

When Kasumigaoka Utaha stepped onto the stone platform, her foot slipped, and she leaned back, almost falling back.

Qingshan instinctively reached out and supported her, his palm resting on her buttocks.

"Uh...."

Aoyama's fingertips unconsciously tightened slightly, then relaxed again.

Kasumigaoka Utaha froze for about two seconds.

Her ears turned red at a visible speed, but her face remained calm.

"...Are you putting your hand in the wrong place?" Her voice was steady, but there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end.

“You didn’t put me in the wrong place.” Aoyama said calmly, helping her to stand firmly before letting go. “If you don’t want to slide down again.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood on the stone platform, her hands gripping the rock face, and turned her head to look at him.

The morning light shone from behind her, illuminating her slightly red ear tips and her face, which she maintained a composed demeanor.

"What an... impeccable reason."

"Keep climbing."

Qingshan stopped looking at her, reached out and grabbed a thick tree root on the cliff face, and steadily moved forward on the steep slope.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was below, watching his retreating figure, and gently exhaled.

“…”

She looked down at the hem of her skirt, then raised her hand to touch the spot where it had been supported, and her face turned even redder.

"Crazy, huh?" she muttered to herself, then continued climbing.

...

The rest of the journey went relatively smoothly.

The steep slope became much gentler after crossing that ridge.

The two walked and stopped frequently, and it took them more than an hour to finally reach the ridgeline.

Standing halfway up the mountain, the view suddenly opens up.

Green hills surround the area.

The hillside below stretched down, its dense canopy covering all visible ground.

He looked in another direction, and where the road should have appeared, there was still an endless forest, with layers of tree canopies that undulated in the morning breeze like green waves.

“...There are no roads.” Kasumigaoka Utaha stood beside him, her chest heaving violently. Her school uniform shirt was soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging to her body and outlining her full chest and slender waist.

Water droplets slid down her chin, dripping into the hollow of her collarbone, and then rolled down her fair skin into her collar.

Aoyama's gaze lingered on her for less than half a second before shifting away.

“Keep going up,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

"The view from the top of the mountain is better, and the highway may be on the other side of the mountain."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't speak, but nodded, though Aoyama noticed she seemed rather downcast.

The two continued climbing up the ridge.

The higher you go, the sparser the vegetation becomes, with vines and ferns gradually being replaced by low shrubs, and the ground beneath your feet turning into gravel and exposed rock formations.

Sweat dripped continuously from Qingshan's forehead, instantly evaporating on the scorching rocks.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Her pace slowed noticeably; her school uniform was completely soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin, outlining her body lines without reservation.

Viewed from the side, her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, and below her slender waist were clearly wide hips. Her skirt clung to her inner thighs with sweat, outlining the shape of her plump and firm legs.

"Let's stop for a moment," Aoyama said.

“No need.” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s voice was slightly breathless, but her tone remained stubborn. “It’s almost there.”

Qingshan did not persist.

He slowed his pace so that Kasumigaoka Utaha could keep up more easily.

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Chapter 6: There are no roads, nothing at all.

Finally, the two reached the summit.

The field of vision expanded infinitely in an instant.

"Arrived...."

Standing on the highest rock, with no shelter around them, the wind blew in from all directions, drying the sweat on their bodies and bringing a salty smell.

Aoyama stared blankly at everything before him.

There are no roads.

There are no towns.

There were no farmlands, no villages, no smoke from cooking fires, and no trace of human activity.

Looking out, there are vast stretches of primeval forest, with tree canopies extending to the horizon, followed by a dazzling white beach.

Beyond the beach lies a vast, boundless sea, its deep blue waters shimmering in the sunlight, stretching all the way to the horizon and merging with the sky.

They were on an island.

An isolated island completely surrounded by the ocean.

"..."

Qingshan opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word.

He felt as if something in his mind had suddenly collapsed.