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

"Impossible, how could I..." She suppressed the thought and bit her lip hard. "No, no, no... I could never become like Kasumigaoka."

At that moment, the trembling of the bed suddenly stopped.

Yukino Yukinoshita's heart skipped a beat.

She quietly opened her eyes.

"..."

In the firelight, Kasumigaoka Utaha completely slumped down, leaning against the embrace of Aoyama.

Her shoulders rose and fell slightly, as if she were calming her breathing.

Her black hair was scattered on the bearskin, and in the light, a faint trace of satisfaction could be seen on her profile.

Qingshan lowered his head, pressed his lips to the back of her ear, and said something.

Kasumigaoka Utaha gave a soft "hmm," her voice carrying a lazy, hoarse quality.

Then she turned around, faced him, and buried her face in his chest.

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Aoyama-kun, I'm really tired..." Her voice was muffled, tinged with exhaustion.

The sound of the green hills echoed in the firelight, carrying a reassuring calm.

"Let's take a break then. How to survive on a desert island is really a brain teaser."

"But don't worry, with me here, everything will be fine."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said, "It's not good to rely on Aoyama-kun alone, is it?"

"I can also be of help..."

Yukino Yukinoshita breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should be able to get a good night's sleep now."

She thought the philosophical discussion had come to an end.

She turned over, facing the rock face again, wanting to close her eyes and get some sleep.

But at that moment...

She heard a very low chuckle from Kasumigaoka Utaha behind her, followed by Aoyama's somewhat helpless voice.

Then that familiar voice, filled with inquiry, came again.

"It's okay, we'll just speak quietly, we won't wake them up."

Yukino Yukinoshita's pupils widened suddenly.

"???"

She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, buried her face in the fur, and the firelight shone on her reddened ears.

The big dog rolled over outside, yawned slightly, and knew nothing.

The cave returned to silence once more.

Yukino Yukinoshita bit her lip, pulled the blanket up over her head, and silently vowed in her heart, "Tomorrow... I absolutely must keep my distance from them tomorrow..."

But her legs unconsciously closed even closer together.

"Ok?"

At the same time, Aoyama suddenly sensed something.

His gaze passed over Kasumigaoka Utaha's shoulder and landed on the other side.

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes were open.

His eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, like two glass beads polished by moonlight.

She lay flat on her side, turning her head to face them.

Their eyes met.

Aoyama was stunned for a moment.

"???"

"Well?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita's pupils dilated slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to look at her at this moment.

Her lips parted slightly and then closed again, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Then her gaze shifted downwards to Shiyu's snow-white back at Sunset Hill.

Yukino Yukinoshita's cheeks flushed red, as if they had been burned by fire.

She subconsciously tried to look away, but her body seemed to be nailed to the spot and she couldn't move.

"We've been found out again..."

Why did I say "again"?

At this moment, Yukino Yukinoshita's mind was in chaos, as if something was buzzing wildly.

She abruptly closed her eyes, as if that would allow her to pretend she hadn't seen anything.

But when I close my eyes, my hearing becomes even more acute.

She could hear Kasumigaoka sobbing quite clearly.

"..."

.....

The morning light slanted in through the cave entrance, carrying the unique crispness of the mountains and fields.

The campfire had burned out, leaving only a small pile of dark red embers, occasionally bursting into tiny sparks.

The big dog woke up first and was squatting at the entrance of the hole, licking its paws, its tail idly sweeping the ground.

When Aoyama opened his eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha in his arms was still fast asleep.

Her lips curled slightly, as if she were having a sweet dream.

"Unfortunately... it's still too weak."

Aoyama lowered his head and kissed her fair forehead.

Then his gaze went over her shoulder and landed on the other side.

Yukino Yukinoshita has woken up.

She sat on the bearskin pouch, her knees curled up against her chest, staring intently at the direction of the cave entrance.

I don't know what kind of life they're contemplating.

"morning."

The sound of the green hills was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the cave in the early morning.

Yukino Yukinoshita's shoulders visibly stiffened for a moment.

She didn't turn her head immediately, but took a deep breath first, and then slowly turned her face towards him.

Her expression was very calm, truly very calm.

His expression was perfectly measured, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

The only thing that betrayed her inner thoughts was the way her fingers were gripping the hem of her clothes.

"Good morning, Qingshan."

Her voice was steady, even carrying a hint of her usual indifference.

But Aoyama noticed that her gaze deliberately avoided Kasumigaoka Utaha in his arms, and also avoided his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Aoyama asked.

"..."

How should she answer?

Are you saying you're keeping me from sleeping because of all the noise?

Yukino Yukinoshita clenched her fists tighter, then slowly loosened them, her tone deliberately indifferent: "It's alright."

He paused, then added, "The shelter is warmer than I expected."

Qingshan didn't reply, but just looked at her thoughtfully.

Her coat collar was slightly open, revealing a dark brown inner layer underneath.

Her black hair was loose over her shoulders, and the ends were slightly curled up, probably because she had just woken up.

She looked perfectly normal, except for her two ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Yukinoshita-kun".

Qingshan suddenly spoke, his voice lower than before.

Yukino Yukinoshita's shoulders stiffened again: "...What?"

There's a blade of grass in your hair.

"..."

She paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised her hand to touch her hair.

Her fingertips touched a dry blade of grass. She picked it off expressionlessly, looked at it in her palm, and then tossed it aside expressionlessly.

"Thank you..."

The voice was flat, as if it were really just a trivial matter.

But Aoyama, who was using full-view camera, clearly noticed that her fingers were trembling slightly.

"..."

The memories of last night are as if they were etched into my mind, flashing before my eyes scene by scene.

Yukino Yukinoshita exhaled a deep breath.

She told herself, "Calm down!"

"That's between them, it has nothing to do with me."

"I just need to pretend nothing happened."

Chapter 54: Qingshan-kun would be quite suitable as a boyfriend. [Image]

Just as Yukino was trying to adjust her expression, a soft cough came from her side.

"Cough cough!!"

Lady Yukinoshita opened her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled twice, as if she were slowly emerging from a deep sleep.

After changing into clean clothes and taking her medicine last night, her complexion was noticeably better than yesterday.

Although her lips were still pale, they were no longer the frighteningly pale white; a faint trace of color had appeared on her cheeks.

"Mother?"

"You're awake? How are you feeling?" Yukino's voice was filled with concern.

Lady Yukinoshita slowly sat up, propping herself up on her arms, and leaned against the wall.

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing.

That was a set of dry clothes that Kasumigaoka Utaha helped her change into last night.

It was a rather loose cotton and linen shirt, and because it was no longer restrictive, her fair and full breasts were particularly eye-catching.

Judging from Qingshan's assessment, he must be at least a C-rank or higher powerhouse.

"Much better..." Her voice was still a little hoarse, but much clearer than yesterday. "My head isn't as dizzy anymore."

As she spoke, she looked up and her gaze fell on her daughter's face.

Then her brows furrowed slightly.