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

She was barefoot, and the hem of her school uniform skirt was slightly lifted up by the way she was being carried, revealing the edge of her white-trimmed black knee-high socks at the top of her thighs.

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head, her long hair falling down to cover most of her face, revealing only her two ears, which were burning red.

Her hands were stiffly pressed against Qingshan's chest, listening to the heart-pounding sound that made her heart race.

Behind her, Kasumigaoka Utaha carried a machete, her backpack slung across her shoulder, and a composite bow resting on top of it.

Her steps remained light, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she looked to be in good spirits.

"Aoyama-kun, aren't you afraid of bumping into them, mother and daughter, walking so fast?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice came from behind, with a hint of lazy laughter.

Qingshan didn't stop walking, and said calmly, "I tried my best to walk steadily."

"Hmm... I can tell." Kasumigaoka Utaha quickened her pace to catch up, turned her head, and glanced at the spot where his palm and Yuki's buttocks touched.

"Lady Yukinoshita is indeed very light. It seems like Aoyama-kun can carry her without any effort."

Lady Yukinoshita's ears turned bright red instantly.

She gently placed her hands on Qingshan's shoulders, unsure where to look, and could only stare at the back of his neck, where his skin shone slightly in the sunlight.

"...I'm sorry to have troubled you, Qingshan." Her voice was hoarse, weak yet carrying a deliberate attempt to maintain her dignity.

"No trouble at all," Qingshan replied, adjusting his position while supporting her.

The palm inevitably pushed upwards a bit, landing precisely at the fullest part of Lady Yukinoshita's hips.

Even through the fabric, you can clearly feel its amazing softness and elasticity.

“…”

Lady Yukinoshita's breath hitched slightly.

Her body tensed up instantly, as if an electric current had passed through it, and the fingers gripping Aoyama's shoulder tightened suddenly.

As the head of the family, she is 34 years old and a mother of two.

But her body had never been touched by any man.

Because... both Haruno and Yukino were IVF babies.

And it was her cousin who carried the child.

As for her nominal husband, he was nothing more than a puppet of the Yukinoshita family.

For more than a decade, she has shut herself off between work and family, devoting all her energy to her two daughters.

She thought she would never have any contact with men in her life.

But now, this man, who is much younger than her... is pressing his hand against her buttocks through her clothes.

The warmth of his palm made her feel completely out of sorts.

"It's so embarrassing..." She bit her red lips, forcing herself not to think about the shape and temperature of that hand.

But the more it is like this, the more vivid the feeling becomes.

With each step Qingshan took, his hand would subtly adjust its angle in rhythm with his steps.

Her knuckles would occasionally clench unintentionally, leaving a soft indentation on her plump, round buttocks.

"Mother..."

Yukino's voice came from the other side, carrying a complex emotion that she couldn't quite tell if it was worry or embarrassment.

Lady Yukinoshita turned her head and met her daughter's gaze through the gap in her hair.

Those eyes were filled with the embarrassment of sharing the same plight, and a hint of guilt that was hard to explain.

“Yukino…” She wanted to say something to comfort her daughter, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that she had no idea what to say.

You can't exactly say, "It's okay, Mom was also embarrassed by being touched," can you?

The mother and daughter both looked away.

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked beside her, taking in the entire scene.

She narrowed her red pupils slightly, and the curve of her lips deepened a little, but she said nothing.

However, the steps he took while carrying the compound bow appeared exceptionally light.

"Lady Yukinoshita is definitely a top-tier combat power ally!"

After walking for about ten minutes, Qingshan took a slight half-step to the left to avoid a horizontal tree root on the ground.

This action caused him to tighten his grip on Yukino's waist with his right arm, pulling her body closer to his.

Yukino Yukinoshita's heart skipped a beat.

She felt that arm tightly wrapped around her waist, the palm pressing against her side through her school uniform, the heat seeping through the fabric, almost burning her skin.

"Qingshan classmate..." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, and it was clearly weak when it came out of her throat.

"Hmm?" Aoyama turned his head to look at her, his gaze calm, as if waiting for her to say something important.

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her mouth, wanting to say, "Could you loosen your grip a little?", but swallowed the words back.

If it's looser, will I fall?

Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if I fell?

She bit her lower lip, turned her face back to the front, and muttered softly, "...It's nothing."

Qingshan withdrew his gaze and walked steadily.

But the arm around her waist did not loosen its grip even slightly.

"What if you fall?"

So, all of this is for safety reasons.

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head, feeling the heat on her cheeks rising steadily.

Her gaze fell on the collar of his shirt, where a small patch was damp with sweat, revealing glimpses of the firm muscles beneath.

Then she lowered her head, her gaze involuntarily sliding downwards.

"..."

She recalled the scene she had witnessed on that meadow.

That astonishing monster, that posture of being constantly swallowed and spit out.

"No, no, no!" she shook her head frantically in her mind, trying to shake those images out of her head.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at her flushed face from the side, her tone carrying a knowing smile: "Yukinoshita-kun, your face is really red."

"...It's because the sun is too strong."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, finding the words somewhat familiar, didn't think much of it and simply nodded, solemnly agreeing, "Yes, the sun is indeed very big."

"..."

"Yukinoshita-kun...we're talking about the sun, aren't we?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha repeated it, with a slight upward inflection at the end, emphasizing each syllable.

Yukino Yukinoshita wished she could bury her face in Aoyama's chest.

But with Qingshan's arm around her waist, she could only lean her head against him, with nowhere to hide.

She had no choice but to shut her mouth, fixing her gaze on a leaf in front of her, pretending that she was just an emotionless burden.

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled softly at her ostrich-like expression, then turned to Aoyama: "Aoyama-kun, you've been carrying Lady Yukinoshita on your back and holding Yukinoshita-kun for so long, aren't you tired?"

"It's alright." Aoyama's answer remained brief.

"Does that mean... you still have energy left?"

Aoyama remained silent for a moment, without replying.

Even with Lady Yukinoshita on his back, Yukinoshita Yukinoshita in his arms, and Kasumigaoka Utaha on his side, he's still invincible...

Uh... I misunderstood.

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow, as if confirming something.

"Kasumigaoka-kun, could you please stop saying such strange things?" Yukino's voice came from Aoyama's embrace, carrying a sense of despair and resignation.

"Is that strange? I was just asking about physical stamina."

"What are you thinking about, Yukinoshita-kun?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone was utterly innocent.

"...I wasn't thinking about anything."

"Yes, that would be best."

After saying this, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly quickened her pace, circled around to the right of Aoyama, and walked alongside him.

She turned her head and looked over the green hills at Lady Yukinoshita on his back.

Lady Yukinoshita noticed her gaze, raised her head slightly, and a polite but weak smile appeared on her pale face.

"How are you feeling, Madam?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice softened a bit. "If you feel unwell, we can rest for a while under the shade of those trees over there."

Lady Yukinoshita shook her head gently, her voice soft: "No need... I can still hold on. Getting to the shelter sooner will be better for everyone."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and said, "Madam is so considerate."

"No wonder he was able to teach such an outstanding girl as Yukinoshita."

A faint smile appeared on Lady Yukinoshita's lips: "Yukino... still has many shortcomings."

“Oh, right, Yukinoshita is quite famous in our school,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said, her tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration.

"She has excellent grades and a great temperament. Many boys admire her like a goddess."

Yukino Yukinoshita unconsciously shrank her shoulders.

"Kasumigaoka-kun, there's no need to say all this..." Her voice was muffled, as if it carried a hint of pleading.

"Why don't you say so?" Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head to look at her, a hint of shrewdness flashing in her red eyes. "Don't you want your mother to know how popular her daughter is?"

"...This kind of thing doesn't really matter, does it?"

“How could I not care?” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s tone remained relaxed, but there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes. “In this kind of environment, being remembered by someone is something to be happy about.”

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't find the words to refute it.

She had no choice but to close her mouth again and bury her face even deeper into Qingshan's shoulder.

Aoyama tilted his head slightly, glanced at the messy black head, and then looked away.

"With the All-Seeing Eye, I can react the moment danger approaches."

He appeared relaxed, but he was actually paying close attention to everything around him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at his nonchalant demeanor, her gaze lingering for a moment on the hand that was wrapped around Yukino's waist, then she chuckled softly and said nothing.

"The strength is still not as great as when it was combined..."

The path turned a corner, and a relatively open woodland appeared ahead.

The sunlight poured down without any obstruction, baking the withered leaves on the ground until their edges curled up slightly.

Aoyama narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his pace, and avoided a clump of thorny brambles on the ground ahead.

His body tilted slightly as he dodged, and his right arm unconsciously tightened a little.

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Yukino's entire being was pressed against his chest.

She could feel his arms around her waist, and she could feel his muscles momentarily tense as he dodged the thorns.

You could even feel his body temperature, carrying an undeniable... panic.

"...Classmate Qingshan."

"Ok?"

"Be careful."

Qingshan continued walking without stopping, his tone calm and natural: "Don't worry, I've always been very careful."

"....Um."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent for a while.