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

"Don't move."

After Shi Yu finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes.

As time goes by, life energy begins to dissipate outwards.

Aoyama could sense the feedback energy flowing back; although it wasn't much, it was being genuinely refined by him.

"With so much energy being fed back, it seems that Shiyu's physique has become stronger again."

"..."

Shiyu's eyelids trembled slightly, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her porcelain-white cheeks.

Her breathing became slow and deep, her chest rising and falling gently.

The fabric of her dark slip dress shimmered faintly in the moonlight, outlining the mature silhouette of her upper body.

"Aoyama-kun."

She spoke with her eyes closed, her voice lower than usual.

"Ok?"

"How many times did you use Berserk mode today?"

"once."

"The Snow Giant is too tough; I can't break its defense without activating Berserk mode."

In fact, he wanted to test the Berserk ability.

The result was satisfactory.

It's just not as perverted as you might imagine.

Shiyu's brow furrowed slightly.

"You used up all your energy in one go?"

There was a hint of reproach in her tone.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to do this in the wild?"

"know."

"You knew that, yet you still did it?"

Looking at Shiyu, who was trembling with anger, Qingshan tightened his arms around her waist.

"It won't happen again next time."

Shiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She opened her eyes, her red pupils shining brightly in the mist.

"You..."

She didn't finish her sentence; instead, she closed her eyes again, feeding him more life energy.

The bathroom fell silent, save for the gentle sloshing of hot water.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the wooden plank wall, casting dappled shadows on the water's surface.

Eriri stood to the side, watching Shiwa and Aoyama sit facing each other, the faint halo between them flowing in the moonlight.

She pursed her lips.

"Shiyu, why is your guidance speed so slow?"

Shi Yu didn't open her eyes, and said calmly, "You came?"

"I..."

Eriri looked down, staring intently.

"I'll do it!"

She went around to the other side of the barrel and sat down to Aoyama's left.

The hem of her white short-sleeved shirt was submerged in water, clinging to the slender lines of her waist.

"Lord Aoyama, look at me."

Qingshan looked at her as instructed.

Eriri reached out her hand, her palm resting on his.

Her fingers were slender and fair, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

“I’m starting,” she said, her face tense.

"it is good."

Eriri closed her eyes and focused her attention.

A small tuft of golden hair floated on the water.

Before long, the energy, which had been enhanced multiple times, began to feed back.

Although the total quantity is not as large as Shi Yu's, it is more refined.

"Eri is not bad either."

Looking at the earnest Eriri, Aoyama was filled with emotion.

He could clearly sense the different qualities of Eriri and Shiwa.

Shi Yu's energy is like warm water, gentle and continuous.

Eriri's energy is like a fine needle, precise and swift.

"Eri... "

"What's wrong?"

"Is the guidance speed too fast?"

Eriri suddenly stopped, opened her eyes, and glanced at him.

"A little."

"Serves you right."

She said that, but the energy feedback from her actions slowed down somewhat.

"Who told you to act tough?"

Eriri muttered softly.

"An eighth-level monster, it's not like we absolutely have to fight it."

"I'm back now."

What if you hadn't come back?

Eriri's voice suddenly rose an octave, and her golden twin tails popped open slightly behind her.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed with emotion.

"Have you thought about what we would do if something happened to you?"

The bathroom was quiet for a while.

Shiyu's eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't open her eyes.

Aoyama looked at Eriri's face, which was filled with stubbornness and worry, and remained silent for two seconds.

"sorry."

Eriri paused for a moment.

She clearly hadn't expected Aoyama to apologize so readily, and for a moment she opened her mouth, unsure how to respond.

"I...I don't want your apology."

She turned her face away, her ear tips turning bright red.

"I just..."

"I know."

The sound of the green hills was unusually gentle.

"I'll be more careful next time."

"You always say that."

Eriri complained softly, but the energy feedback was progressing slowly.

Shi Yu watched for a while, then thoughtfully reminded him:

"Eri, don't get distracted when you're guiding them, just let them bounce out."

Eriri hurriedly pressed down, stubbornly saying, "No way!"

"It's clearly Aoyama-kun's problem, okay?"

In response to Eriri's excuse, Kasumigaoka Utaha retorted:

"Tch, it's all because you didn't..."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, you!"

Qingshan leaned against the edge of the bucket, listening to the two bickering, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"You two worked together very well."

Shiyu and Eriri were both stunned for a moment.

"Who cooperated with her?"

"Who cooperated with her?"

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other, and then turned their heads away at the same time.

Qingshan laughed, weakly but genuinely.

"Alright, let's continue."

That's it.

Shiyu and Eriri closed their eyes again and again, feeding back energy to him.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, coating the steam in the bathroom with a silvery sheen.

Aoyama couldn't help but sigh.

"What a contrast! It's like experiencing both ice and fire!"

Chapter 327: It's just that Aoyama-kun likes to watch these kinds of programs, so I've watched quite a few of them too.

early morning.

When Kato Megumi opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was the heaviness in her arm.

"...It's so heavy."

She turned her head and found that Michiru was wrapped around her like an octopus.

An arm was across her neck, and a leg was pressing down on her knee.

"..."

Kato Megumi stared at the rock for three seconds with a blank expression.

Then she reached out and gently removed Michiru's arm from her neck.

"Ugh...Megumi...don't take my pudding..."

Michiru turned over and mumbled in her sleep.

Kato Megumi ignored her sleep-talking, sat up, and rubbed her slightly sore shoulders.

Last night, she gave most of the haystack to Michiru, and only laid a thin layer of fallen leaves on it herself, which made her back ache.

"Hui... just five more minutes of sleep..."

Michiru rolled over again and reached out to grope around in the air a few times.