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

Beneath that smile lay a subtle hint of guilt.

"You went too far this time."

Qingmei looked at her, her voice not loud, but every word carried weight.

"You wore Yukino's clothes and deliberately made Aoyama misunderstand. Did you think about how Yukino would feel?"

Yang Nai's smile faded slightly.

"You know Xiaoxue's personality better than I do."

Kiyomi continued.

"She won't say anything to your face, but she'll think a lot about it."

"I..."

"As the older sister, you shouldn't have done that."

Yang Nai lowered her head and looked at the tight shirt she was wearing.

After several seconds, she spoke softly, "I just... wanted to see how Aoyama-kun would react."

"And then?"

"then..."

Yang Nai's lips curved slightly, the curve carrying a hint of something unnatural.

"The reaction was quite strong."

Kiyomi remained silent for a few seconds, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes.

"You are my daughter."

"If you want to do it, then do it openly and honestly."

"But remember, you are the older sister."

“Sister…” Yang Nai repeated these two words.

"Act like an older sister."

"Go change Yukino's clothes, give them back to her, and then apologize to her properly."

Yang Nai nodded and turned to walk towards the wooden house.

She took two steps and then suddenly stopped.

"Mother."

"Ok?"

Yang Nai turned her head and quietly looked at Qingmei, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Dear Mother, you can actually wear my clothes too..."

Yang didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning in her smile was enough.

Qingmei's ear tips blushed almost imperceptibly.

"Don't talk nonsense."

She quickly looked away.

"Go change your clothes quickly."

"Okay, okay..." Yang Nai waved with a smile and walked briskly toward the wooden house.

The edge of the forest fell silent again.

The sea breeze blew from afar, gently swaying Qingmei's hair.

She stood still, her gaze fixed on the direction of the wooden house.

"Could I also...?"

Chapter 330: Lord Aoyama... certainly has a knack for it.

"I'm back."

As Qingshan dragged a net full of seafood from the river, before he could even get off, a series of disordered footsteps came from the direction of the wooden house.

"Aoyama-kun!"

Eriri rushed out, her golden twin tails swaying in the sea breeze.

She suddenly stopped halfway through her run, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head away.

"You...you didn't even call us when you went out."

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Aoyama placed the net on the ground with a whoosh, and the scales of the Purple-spined Demon Fish reflected a dark purple light in the sunlight.

Eriri's attention was drawn to the diverse array of prey.

"Is this a Level 5 mutated creature?"

Qingshan wiped the seawater off his face.

"Yes."

"Aoyama-kun, thank you for your hard work."

Ran Mouri walked up from behind, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a light brown dress.

She crouched down and curiously poked the dorsal fin of the Purple-spined Demon Fish.

"This dorsal fin is exactly like a razor blade."

"Be careful not to cut yourself," Aoyama warned.

"Ah."

Ran Mouri nodded, withdrew her finger, looked up and smiled at him.

"Aoyama-kun, let me help you with this."

"Me too."

A soft voice came from behind Ran Mouri.

Izumi Sagiri poked half her head out, her long silver hair falling to her shoulders, her light blue eyes timidly watching the prey on the ground.

She was wearing a loose white dress with a thin belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender waistline.

"I can also prepare fish."

She added quietly, as if to encourage herself.

Qingshan glanced at her and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

He naturally knew about the Saguru Society.

After all, she had seen all the effort she put into learning to cook.

"What is trouble?"

Ran Mouri stood up and said seriously, "It must be hard work for you, Aoyama-kun, fishing all by yourself."

As she spoke, she walked to the net, grabbed the tail of the Purple Thorn Demon Fish with both hands, and pulled hard.

"Hey!"

She pulled the more than four-meter-long fish out of the net and laid it on the beach.

His movements were crisp and clean, and his arm strength was astonishing.

Eriri stood to the side, her lips twitching.

"...What great strength."

"My strength has increased significantly after awakening."

Ran Mouri smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Still getting used to it."

"They adapted so quickly!"

Eriri muttered softly.

"Eri, what are you muttering about over there?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha walked slowly from the direction of the wooden house.

Her red eyes appeared exceptionally clear in the sunlight, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore a dark short-sleeved shirt and black shorts.

She moved slowly and deliberately, walked closer, and looked down at the prey on the ground.

"A Level 5 Mutant Creature... Mr. Aoyama, are you planning to kill all the fish in Crescent Bay?"

"There are plenty in the sea."

Qingshan shrugged indifferently.

"And the meat here is pretty good."

Have you eaten it?

No, I was just guessing.

Shiyu raised an eyebrow slightly, speechless, and turned to look at Eriri.

"Eri, didn't you say you'd help?"

Why are you just standing there?

"I'm just observing!"

Eriri glared at her.

"But you, don't just stand there and talk without understanding the situation."

Shi Yu said calmly, "My back does hurt; after all, I was exercising intensely last night!"

Eriri blushed instantly as she thought of those scenes.

"..."

Ran Mouri crouched down and waved to the two of them.

"You two come and help. There are too many fish. Sagiri and I can't handle them all by ourselves."

Shiyu and Eriri exchanged a glance, snorted simultaneously, and turned their heads away.

But the two of them still came over.

Sagiri squatted next to Ran Mouri, holding a hunting knife in her hand, carefully scaling a small fish.

Her movements were very light; the blade brushed against the fish's body, and the silver scales were scraped off completely.

"Sagiri is so skilled," Ran Mouri said, somewhat surprised.

"I learned it all from Kiyomi-nee and Busujima-nee."

Sawu nodded, her ear tips turning slightly red.

"I see."

"Ah."

Shawu didn't say anything more and lowered her head to continue scraping the scales.

Her long, silvery-white hair slipped from her shoulders and hung over the edge of the basin, the ends damp with water, clinging to her fair arms.

Ran Mouri glanced at her, chuckled softly, and continued with her work.

On the other side.

Eriri squatted on the ground, holding the giant eel's head with both hands, and slammed it against the rocks with all her might.

"Why is this thing so slippery?!"

She thrashed about forcefully, her golden twin ponytails bouncing up and down with her movements.