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

Aoyama's assessment was: "A Russian big shot can instantly kill a crispy character."

Lady Yukinoshita was looking down, holding Aoyama's torn coat in her hand, and trying to mend it with a serious expression.

There was no trace of her previous illness and weakness.

She occasionally looked up, her gaze gently sweeping across the green hills opposite the campfire before quickly returning to the clothes in her hands.

"Lady Yukinoshita...is indeed beautiful."

Aoyama's gaze lingered on her for another two seconds.

He realized that his gaze might have been a little too intense.

Although the burning sensation was not intentional, it was more like a natural reaction driven by instinct.

After the body's high reproductive efficiency was activated, it seemed to crave reproduction even more than before, and became exceptionally sensitive to the presence of the opposite sex.

Especially someone like Lady Yukinoshita... who is suitable for having children.

A mature, gentle, and full-figured woman who exudes a maternal aura in every gesture.

"Although I am sworn enemies of gambling and drugs, I just have a bit of a bitter taste."

Qingshan slowly shifted his gaze, picked up the bowl, and took another sip of soup.

High reproductive efficiency only made his body stronger; it did not affect his mind.

But... he's always been so astringent!

"Yes, it's only natural for a gentleman to pursue a beautiful and graceful woman."

"It's only human nature..."

He clearly felt that his physique had been strengthened after living in a group.

With each heartbeat, more blood rushes to the limbs and bones, as if a warm fire is quietly burning inside the body.

"Classmate Qingshan?"

Lady Yukinoshita looked up, just in time to catch him looking away, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "You seem to have been... looking at me the whole time?"

Her tone was calm, even with a hint of concerned smile.

But Aoyama noticed that her fingers, which were gripping the clothes, paused slightly.

Aoyama put down his bowl, his expression unchanged: "Ah... I'm sorry."

"I was thinking about something and got a little distracted."

What are you thinking about?

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice drifted over from the side, tinged with nonchalance: "You're not thinking about how to get all four of us..."

"Shiyu!"

Aoyama's gaze sharpened, and he interrupted her sternly, "Can't you just drink your soup quietly?"

It's better to see through something than to say it.

It seems that Kasumigaoka Shiwa is lacking in magic.

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained unmoved.

She smiled, her red eyes sparkling in the firelight like a cat that had stolen a fish: "I'm just curious, your eyes seem particularly...hot today~"

She deliberately emphasized the word "hot".

Qingshan's temple twitched.

"She found out about all of that?"

"Could it be... that Kasumigaoka Utaha has also unlocked something?"

Yukino looked up from the page, her eyes calmly sweeping over Aoyama, then over her mother, and finally landing on Kasumigaoka Utaha: "...What's so hot?"

"Literally hot."

Kasumigaoka Utaha poked at the embers with a branch, sending sparks flying. "Haven't you noticed? Aoyama hasn't been behaving himself since he came back today."

"What's wrong with me?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"Normally after you finish eating, you'll at least take a nap or lean against the wall and space out for ten minutes."

Kasumigaoka Utaha pointed a finger at him through the fire, "From the moment you walked in until now, your posture hasn't changed a single time. Your back is ramrod straight, and your eyes are as bright as lamps..."

She tilted her head: "Did you eat something strange?"

Aoyama: "..."

How could she observe such details?

They even said you didn't turn it on.

"No, I just caught some grasshoppers today and roasted them, so I probably got enough protein." Aoyama made up an excuse on the spot.

"A grasshopper?"

Izumi Sagiri looked up from the corner, her light blue eyes filled with curiosity. "Is it delicious?"

"It's crunchy, a bit like dried shrimp."

Aoyama turned his head to look at her, "Next time I catch more, I'll let you have some."

"...Um."

Izumi Sagiri's cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head to continue teasing the little pheasant, her voice soft, "I'll eat anything that Aoyama-nii makes."

Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue: "You've already been conquered?"

Izumi Sagiri's face flushed red to her ears: "No...that's not what I meant!"

"So that means 'I'll eat anything as long as it's made with Brother Qingshan'?"

"Kasumi...Kasumi-no-oka-senpai!!!"

Izumi Sagiri stopped calling her "older sister," which made her so anxious that she almost threw away the hay she was holding.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed slightly as she shook her head, and a thin layer of mist rose in her light blue eyes.

"...Don't talk nonsense!"

That's not what I meant...

How could someone so seriously say something like "what do you do?"

Izumi Sagiri's head was spinning.

Yukino turned the page without looking up: "She wasn't talking nonsense."

"Yukino!"

Izumi Sagiri's voice rose slightly, trembling with tears, "Even you!"

Qingshan smiled slightly as he watched this scene.

But soon, the heat surging up from within his body made him unconsciously clench his fist.

He stood up, made an excuse to stretch his shoulders, and walked to the cave entrance to enjoy the night breeze.

The air in the forest is moist and cool, carrying the scent of earth and vegetation.

He took a deep breath, trying to cool down the heat.

"I'm very angry right now."

The feeling of "energetic" brought about by high reproductive efficiency is not just simple excitement, but vitality that surges up from the cellular level.

He could feel every breath he took, every muscle unconsciously tensing and relaxing slightly, and his blood flowing through his veins like a scalding river.

"This ability is a hundred times more potent than taking medicine."

"Moreover, it only consumes the body's energy."

He sighed and muttered something under his breath, then turned and walked into the shelter.

When he sat down by the fire, he deliberately chose a spot a little further away from Lady Yukinoshita.

But his gaze still lingered on her, uncontrollably.

Mrs. Yukinoshita lowered her head and focused intently on mending the coat.

Her eyelashes were long, casting fan-shaped shadows in the firelight.

His nose was straight and delicate, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line, carrying a serious expression unique to those who are focused.

"Ok?"

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Lady Yukinoshita raised her head again.

This time, she didn't ask, she just looked at him calmly.

There was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and a little... indescribable complexity.

Aoyama suddenly felt a bit hot.

He looked away, swallowed hard, picked up the bowl, and drank the last sip of soup.

"I'll go get some more water."

He stood up, picked up a stainless steel basin, and walked out.

There was silence in the cave for a few seconds.

"Aoyama-kun, please be careful." Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled gently.

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head, watching Aoyama's figure disappear into the cave entrance, "He ran really fast."

Izumi Sagiri looked up and blinked her light blue eyes: "Brother Aoyama... are you not feeling well?"

"It's not that I'm feeling unwell."

Kasumigaoka Utaha drew a circle in the fire with a twig. "It's so comfortable."

"...?"

Upon hearing this, Izumi Sagiri's eyes were filled with nothing but confusion.

What's the meaning?

Why can't she understand?

"You do not understand."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't explain, but just curled the corners of her mouth, as if she was thinking about something interesting.

She thought to herself, "Tsk... Aoyama-kun always looks so proud~"

Yukino paused in her book-turning, then looked up at Kasumigaoka Utaha, and then at the direction of the cave entrance.

Then her gaze gently fell on her mother.

Lady Yukinoshita continued mending with her head down, but the fingers gripping the steel needles were slightly tighter than before...

Yukino hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "...Mother."

"Ok?"

"Did you forget to change the lining today?"

Lady Yukinoshita suddenly stopped moving.

Then she looked up, a hint of panic on her face, but it was quickly covered by a gentle smile: "...I was still a little dizzy in the morning, and my underwear hadn't dried yet, so I forgot about it by evening."

"Oh."

Yukino lowered her head and continued reading, without asking any further questions.

"Mother may have really forgotten..."

But her gaze wasn't entirely fixed on the page.

..

Qingshan carried a stainless steel basin to a nearby stream, squatted down, and filled it with water.

The night breeze rustled through the treetops, and the sky above was fragmented by the canopy of trees, with a few stars twinkling against the deep blue backdrop.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.