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

Is it感动 (moved/touched)? 担心 (worried/concerned)? Or 紧 (nervous/nervous)?

It's more like a boundary that has been quietly touched, causing a disturbance.

"You've really worked hard, Aoyama-kun!"

She ultimately said only this one sentence, her voice clear and calm, no different from usual.

"It's not hard work." Qingshan glanced at her but didn't expose her feigned composure.

Izumi Sagiri had already gathered around and squatted down to the side.

Those light blue pupils stared unblinkingly at the crabs, her little nose twitching slightly.

"smell good!"

Her voice carried a kind of unguarded sincerity, and the child, seeing the long-awaited candy, asked: "Brother Qingshan, are these crabs... for us?"

"Ah."

Aoyama walked to the fire and sat down, taking off his mud-covered coat and tossing it aside: "I caught some more on the way back and roasted them. Eat them if you want."

Sagiri suddenly turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes sparkling as if stars had fallen into them.

"Brother Qingshan..."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words swirled in her throat several times without forming a complete sentence.

In the end, she just nodded vigorously, then quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, her voice muffled:

"...It's so kind of you."

Aoyama smiled but didn't reply.

After resting all day, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against the wall in a pile of bear fur, arms crossed, quietly watching everything.

She watched him hand the bag of crabs to Mrs. Yukinoshita, watched Sage rush over and then shyly back away, and watched Yukino's aloof demeanor, which was clearly wavering but still trying to maintain a composed facade.

Her red pupils shifted slightly in the firelight, finally settling on Qingshan.

"Aoyama-kun."

She spoke, her voice carrying a lazy, languid quality.

Aoyama turned his head to look at her: "How was your rest?"

This bastard is making me worry so much... He definitely did it on purpose!

Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him, answering his question with her actions.

She stood up and walked towards him step by step, her steps slow but firm.

The firelight illuminated her curvaceous figure, outlining her alluring silhouette.

Those long, fleshy legs trembled with each step she took.

As Aoyama watched her approach, he vaguely sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped in front of him and looked down at him for two seconds.

Then she grabbed his collar.

"???"

Aoyama's body was pulled forward slightly by her, and before he could speak, Kasumigaoka Utaha had already lowered her head and kissed him.

The kiss came without warning, passionate and domineering, like a flame that had been suppressed for a long time finally finding an outlet, carrying a reckless drive and tenderness.

Her lips were cool when they touched mine, but quickly became burning hot.

Qingshan could smell her faint body fragrance.

"..."

The shelter fell silent instantly.

Lady Yukinoshita nearly dropped the fern leaf bundle in her hand.

She froze on the spot, her eyes slightly wide open.

A visible blush rose on her fair cheeks, spreading from her ears to her cheekbones so quickly that even she was caught off guard.

"Is Shiyu really that bold?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't know what they were thinking, nor did she want to know.

Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The fingers on Aoyama's collar tightened and then loosened, as if pouring all the unspoken emotions into this kiss.

"Sister Shiyu, what about her?"

Izumi Sagiri was completely petrified.

She felt like she'd seen this scene somewhere before.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils trembling violently.

The ears changed from messy to deep red and then to a blood-red color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sister Shiyu... in front of everyone..."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, as if someone were choking her, with even the syllables fragmented into several pieces.

She couldn't continue speaking, so she suddenly lowered her head, covering her entire face completely, leaving only the tips of her two bright red ears trembling slightly outside.

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“…”

Yukino Yukinoshita stood beside the fire, completely motionless as if she had been frozen in place.

She was still holding a thin twig in her hand, which she used to pok at the embers, but her hand was completely frozen, the tip of the twig pressed against the ashes, motionless, as if she had forgotten what to do next.

Her gaze fell on a silver thread connecting Kasumigaoka Utaha and Aoyama, and she even forgot to blink.

"Why are you kissing... Isn't that too blatant!"

Her lips moved slightly, but the sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Is this a sign that they're not even going to continue acting?

Her cheeks were burning, but she was completely unaware of it.

Lady Yukinoshita finally placed the fern leaf bundle in her hand onto the stone platform, making an extremely quiet movement, as if afraid of making any noise that might disturb the scene before her.

She took a half step back, her gaze falling on the two people, then quickly looked away as if she had been burned.

"Young people... really."

Her voice was so low it sounded like she was talking to herself, carrying an indescribable helplessness and some other emotion.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress.

The kiss lasted for several minutes.

To everyone's perception, those few minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity.

"call!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha finally loosened Aoyama's collar and took a half step back.

Her red pupils still held a layer of lingering mist.

His lips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his breathing was heavier than usual.

She stared intently at the green hills, a smile curving her lips into a casual yet subtly calculating expression.

"Welcome back, Aoyama-kun."

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Although Aoyama was caught off guard by her kiss.

But he still unconsciously licked his lips, where the warmth from between the other person's lips and teeth still lingered.

"What kind of show is this?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head, her red pupils swirling in the firelight, her voice carrying a hint of lazy provocation.

"Why, can't we do that?"

After saying that, she turned around and walked back to Xiongmao's side, sitting down again as if nothing had happened.

However, Aoyama noticed that the base of her ears was red.

"So you can still feel shy in front of other people, at least you still have some humanity left."

If Kasumigaoka Utaha knew what Aoyama was thinking, she would absolutely suffocate him.

The shelter was quiet for a few seconds.

The atmosphere was just weird.

Shy, embarrassed, at a loss, and there was also a certain indescribable undercurrent.

In the end, it was Lady Yukinoshita who broke the silence first.

She coughed lightly, her voice regaining its usual gentleness: "...Alright, the crabs are all cold now."

"I'll reheat it. Everyone, sit down and eat."

As she spoke, she picked up the bag of crabs and walked to the fire, placing them one by one on the edge of the pot to reheat them using the residual heat of the fire.

Izumi Sagiri finally lifted her head from her knees.

Her cheeks were still red, but the redness had faded a bit.

She glanced cautiously at Kasumigaoka Utaha, then quickly looked away, muttering under her breath, "Utaha-neechan is too cunning..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head to look at her, her red pupils filled with a hint of disappointment.

Saguru, you had such a great opportunity to confess, and all you did was say 'You're so nice'?

Thinking about this made her feel very helpless.

I don't even know how to help her share the burden.

"...It's nothing!"

Sawu shook her head, her long, silvery-white hair whipping around in an arc, and raised her voice slightly: "I didn't say anything!"

Yukino finally came to her senses.

She pulled the branch stuck in the ashes, her movements seemingly regaining their usual calm and efficiency, but she used a little more force to pry the embers away than usual.

Lady Yukinoshita, divide the reheated crabs one by one among the fishermen.

Then they placed the five palm-sized turtles on the fire and slowly roasted them.

"And turtles?" Sawu blinked, looking curiously at the turtle shells turning over in the fire.

"I just grabbed it on the way." Aoyama took a crab and skillfully cracked open its shell.

Sawu imitated Aoyama and pried open the crab shell.

When the orange-red crab roe was revealed, her eyes lit up immediately.

"It smells so good!"

Aoyama handed her a piece of roasted turtle meat: "Try this."

Saguru turned her head, lowered her head, and took a small bite.

He chewed twice, then his cheeks puffed out slightly, his light blue pupils showing great satisfaction.

“Delicious!”

As for the warm saliva left on his fingertips, Aoyama pretended not to see it.

Lady Yukinoshita also picked up a crab, bent down and took a bite.

She chewed a few times and nodded slightly: "The meat is very sweet and tender, and a bit more bouncy than freshwater shrimp."

Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly peeled the crab legs: "It's really good, and it's salty enough on its own without any added salt."

"So, has Aoyama-kun found a suitable base?"