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

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[Feeding Log: Adult Coconut Crab x1]

Current progress: 3/10 (Incomplete)

"I need to eat seven more."

Qingshan mentally calculated: "There should be more around here. I can go catch some tonight or tomorrow."

He stood up, stretched his shoulders, and glanced at the main structure of the wooden house, which was already mostly completed.

"I've rested enough, I'll go finish getting the house done."

"Aoyama-kun, aren't you going to take a break?"

"Don't move around too much right after you've just finished eating."

Snow Mother's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of concern.

"It's alright, let's take advantage of the good sunshine now and finish up the remaining work."

Aoyama turned around and smiled: "We'll be able to move into this new big house tonight."

Upon hearing this, Sagiri's eyes lit up immediately: "I really want to see what's inside."

"No rush, you'll see it then."

After Qingshan finished speaking, he picked up the axe, walked towards the pile of wood, bent down, picked up a piece of wood, and began to demonstrate.

The sea breeze blew in from the bay, brushing against his bare upper body, and the sweat glistened in the afternoon sun.

As Sawu watched the muscles bulge in his back as he bent over, her cheeks flushed again. She quickly looked away, pretending to be studying a seashell on the beach.

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned against the wall, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the green mountains and the misty mountains with great interest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Saya, what were you looking at just now?"

Shawu was startled, her voice rising a half-octave: "I didn't see anything!"

"...Isn't this making you even more suspicious?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha said slowly and deliberately, then stood up and stretched.

She was wearing a white shirt and a black pleated skirt today. As she stood up, the hem of her shirt rose slightly, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.

Shawu muttered under her breath, "Sister Shiyu...why are you always like this?"

What about me?

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked her red eyes, looking completely innocent.

"It's...it's..."

Shawu finished speaking but realized she couldn't find the right words to describe it, so she lowered her head.

Yukino had already gone out at some point and was squatting on the beach at the edge of the forest.

She looked down at a cluster of tender green wild plants and observed them for a moment.

Having confirmed something, she looked up at Xing Su:

"There are wild vegetables here."

Kasumigaoka Utaha went over to take a look: "Aoyama-kun told me that this looks like wild amaranth... the kind that you can eat."

Snow Mother also came over, squatted down and carefully examined the shape of the leaves and roots, then nodded.

"It's wild amaranth. The tender leaves can be eaten after blanching, and they taste pretty good."

"Then let's pick some."

"Then we can add another dish!"

Shawu immediately perked up and squatted down to carefully pluck the tender leaves.

Seeing her so enthusiastic, Xue's mother couldn't help but smile, then turned to look at the green mountain that was beating away in the distance.

"Shawu, go and put the wild vegetables you picked in a shady place, so they don't wilt in the sun."

"it is good!"

Shawu carefully carried a small handful of wild vegetables to the shade of a tree, spread them on a clean leaf, and then ran back to continue picking.

Yukino and Yukino's mother squatted side by side on the sand, their fingers deftly moving through the grass.

"call--!"

A sea breeze blew from the side, ruffling their hair. Xue Mu tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her fingertips, revealing her fair neck and soft jawline.

Her movements always possess a graceful and unhurried beauty, like a delicate ink painting.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't go digging for wild vegetables; instead, her gaze fell on a clump of dark green vines clinging to the rocks.

Between the leaves hangs a round, greenish-yellow fruit about the size of a thumb.

She walked over, parted the leaves, and looked at it: "It looks a bit like a wild tomato. It's not fully ripe yet, but it should ripen if I pick it and leave it out?"

So everyone got busy with their own tasks.

Shawu squatted on the ground picking wild vegetables, her small figure moving among the grass.

She would occasionally look up, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the distant wooden house.

Yukino carefully picked the wild vegetables and neatly placed them under the shade of the tree.

"I can't hold them back; I can help too..."

After picking wild tomatoes, Kasumigaoka Utaha was fiddling with a greenish-yellow wild tomato in her hand, but the focus of her red pupils was on a figure in the distance.

Her gaze was much bolder than Izumi Sagiri's, staring straight at the figure.

"This bastard... I can't get enough of looking at him."

Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered to herself, the events of last night on the beach still vivid in her mind.

She kept saying things like "Shiyu loves you, loves you," but you couldn't see any tenderness in her at all.

The speed increased, and the force became heavier with each strike.

He would also keep making strange requests to her.

"Calling someone 'Dad'...it sounds really perverted, doesn't it?"

She bit her lower lip, her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her mouth, but her gaze never left Qingshan.

Every time Qingshan bends over or raises his arm, the muscle lines of his back and abdomen undulate accordingly.

As Kasumigaoka Utaha watched, the temperature on her cheeks quietly rose.

"...However, if it's him, it doesn't seem so hard to accept."

She lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes casting a small shadow on her eyelids.

As a professional writer, her professional qualities include maintaining curiosity and daring to explore all unknown areas.

Whether it's the characters' emotional changes, or... the more hidden relationships between people.

She needs to gather material and understand the details that make your heart pound.

“This is not indulgence, this is called…creative material.”

She explained herself this way, her tone carrying a self-assured confidence.

But then, the images from last night uncontrollably surfaced in her mind...

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head violently, her cheeks burning as if she had been exposed to the midday sun.

"Hmm~!"

She exclaimed in frustration, "What was I thinking?!"

She took a deep breath and forcibly pushed those images back into the corner of her memory.

Then, she found a plausible reason for herself in her mind.

"After all, writers must be brave enough to explore the boundaries of human emotions."

"This is what we call a rigorous creative attitude."

"Next time... if he brings it up again, it wouldn't be a bad idea to give in a little."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up and patted the sand off her skirt.

Then she started walking towards the direction where Qingshan was.

Qingshan was squatting on the ground, using a vine to tie and secure two pieces of wood.

He heard footsteps approaching, turned his head, and his gaze fell on her.

"Finished picking?"

"Yes, I picked some wild tomatoes that aren't ripe yet. They should be ready to eat in a couple of days."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped a few steps away from him, her hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward to watch him tie the rope.

"What are you doing?"

"Reinforce it, lock the frame again."

As he spoke, Qingshan tightened the end of the vine, tied a knot, and then stood up and dusted off his hands.

He turned his face and met her red eyes, which appeared unusually bright in the sunlight.

"Shiyu, what's wrong? Your face is a little red."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

"...Sun-dried."

She spoke without changing her expression, while raising her hand and touching her cheek with her fingertips, pretending to be nonchalant.

"The sun is too big."

Aoyama glanced at her, his gaze carrying a hint of strangeness, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Then go and wait in the shade of a tree; it's too sunny here."

"Hmm, is Aoyama-kun concerned about me?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha curled her lips into a smile, a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Or are you worried that my skin will get rough from the sun and won't feel good to the touch?"

Qingshan remained unfazed: "Ahem, am I that kind of person?"

I was worried you'd get heatstroke.

"Tsk—!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked away, reaching up to tuck a strand of wind-blown hair behind her ear, a gesture that seemed to conceal something.

"Your mouth is getting sharper and sharper lately."

"I learned it from you."

“I never taught you to say such things.”

"But your actions have taught me a lot."

After saying this, Qingshan squatted down again to fiddle with another piece of wood.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood there, looking down at his back as he squatted on the ground, busy with something.

The sea breeze blew in from the side, ruffling a few strands of his hair and gently lifting the hem of her skirt.

She suddenly spoke up: "Aoyama-kun."