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

The sea is like a huge, smooth mirror, reflecting the starry sky and the full moon, with the boundary between the water and the sky almost indistinguishable.

"Speaking of which..."

Aoyama's gaze swept over them.

Their clothes were covered with sweat and bits of grass from working all day.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was rubbing her neck, looking rather uncomfortable.

"Do you want to go to the beach to take a shower?"

As soon as he said that, the area around the campfire fell silent.

Shawu lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Snow Mother's expression didn't change much, but she turned her head slightly, her gaze shifting back and forth between the sea and the wooden house, as if she was weighing something.

Yukino stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and said in a cool and steady voice, "Indeed... I haven't washed for two days."

When she first arrived here, she wanted to take a shower... but she just didn't know how to say it.

Kasumigaoka Utaha braced herself on the sand behind her, tilted her head slightly back to look at the night sky, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, the moon is so beautiful tonight, it would be a shame not to go for a swim at the beach."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Aoyama, her red pupils flickering slightly in the firelight: "Aoyama-kun, you'll be coming too, won't you?"

Aoyama picked up a machete and said without changing his expression, "It's not safe when it's dark. I'll protect you from here."

"Tsk—!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't expose him; she simply stood up and walked towards the cabin.

"Then I'll go get my change of clothes."

A moment later.

The group walked along the beach toward a relatively secluded ditch at the edge of the bay.

The moonlight stretched their shadows long, casting long, thin streaks of darkness across the sand.

Near the waterline, there is a rocky area partially surrounded by cliffs, with the slopes reaching up to the waist.

"Let's stay here."

Snow Mother stopped, her gaze fixed on the vast expanse of green grass, her eyes filled with a hazy, dreamlike light.

Shawu stood behind her, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

A cool sea breeze blew in from the bay, ruffling her silver-white hair.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"...Let's stay here then."

Snow Mother was wearing a plain-colored thin shirt and loose-fitting trousers.

She walked to the path, and then...

The moonlight fell on her fair skin.

Until... delicate lace trim outlined the curves of her hips, enveloping her round, full, perky buttocks.

She walked into the seawater, bent down slightly, scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her forearm to adjust to the water temperature.

"It's a little cool, but just right."

Then his whole body was submerged.

The water level was just up to her waist, and the moonlight shattered into countless silver flakes on the ripples, blurring her underwater silhouette.

She didn't turn around, but she could sense Aoyama's admiring gaze.

Snow Mother's breathing softened a little, and her heartbeat was slightly faster than usual.

"I don't feel quite comfortable wearing these clothes."

Snow Mother spoke softly, whether to herself or to someone else, it was unclear.

She lowered her eyelids, her gaze falling on the edge of her black lace-trimmed panties at her waist.

Qingshan stood on the beach, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

The 360-degree field of vision began to focus, and the surrounding environment came into view in ultra-high definition.

"I have to stay alert and not let a single mosquito get away!"

The moonlight outlined the elegant lines of the snow mother.

As the water ripples, the curves of her waist and hips, barely visible beneath the surface, rise and fall.

He recalled the scent he had smelled when he got too close during the day—a light and comforting fragrance.

Snow Mother isn't the type to deliberately seduce people, but her natural maturity is captivating at all times.

Enveloped in moonlight and ripples on the water, her gentleness and intellect seemed to melt into the seawater, spreading out silently.

"Mother, how's the water temperature?"

Yukino's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of cool calmness.

She carried a change of dry clothes in her arms and walked to the ancestral hall.

Her movements, however, were not as composed as Xue Mu's.

Snow Mother said, "The temperature is just right."

Yukino initially turned her back to Yukino, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly turned around.

The moonlight fell on her, making her skin appear almost translucent white, highlighting her slender waist and long, straight legs.

She was also wearing lace-trimmed black underwear.

The delicate lace edges clung to her fair skin, creating a striking contrast in the moonlight.

She was thinner than Xue Mu, with a slimmer waist and smaller hips.

"These... seem to be things I brought back from the shipwreck, right?"

Aoyama stroked his chin, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings while falling into deep thought.

All I can say is that they each have their own beauty.

"..."

Yukino stood there, her cheeks flushed.

Her face flushed red from her ears to her neck, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes slightly, as if resisting some kind of instinctive shame.

"This lace is way too thin..."

If she didn't really have no other underwear to change into, she felt she would never wear this kind of thing in her life.

Although I changed my clothes once when I took a hot bath in the cave at the shelter.

But that time, Aoyama-kun... wouldn't have stood this close.

Yukino took a deep breath and then stepped into the seawater, her movements somewhat stiff.

"How are you feeling?" Snow Mother turned her head to look at her from the water, her voice gentle and concerned.

"It's not bad."

Yukino crouched down in the water, letting the seawater cover her shoulders, leaving only her neck and above exposed.

Her black hair spread out on the water's surface, making her look like a female ghost.

Her gaze unconsciously swept towards the shore.

Qingshan stood there, knife in hand, looking serious, like a guardian deity!

Yukino noticed that his gaze was fixed on her, or more precisely, on the water in her direction.

“…”

Yukino's cheeks burned, and she quickly looked away, sinking her body further down until only half of her face was above the water.

"So embarrassing..."

At that moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha walked over.

As she walked, she ran her fingers through her long hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze, her movements casual and languid.

She walked to the edge of the room, took off her coat, revealing a thin white shirt underneath.

Under the moonlight, the curves of her figure were clearly visible beneath her thin blouse.

Full breasts, a slender waist, and a shapely bottom outlined by lace.

She stood in the moonlight, like a piece of jade that had been carefully carved.

"Sister Shiyu!"

The sound of mist came from behind, carrying a sense of panic and shyness.

"You...how could you just take your clothes off like that!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head, a sly glint in her red eyes: "What's there to be shy about? Everyone's dressed, it's not like we're all naked."

As she spoke, she bent down and slowly walked into the water.

The seawater reached above her calves, and the waves ruffled her long hair.

She squinted slightly, feeling the cool touch of the seawater washing over her skin.

"Sawu, aren't you coming down?" She turned around and looked at Sawu, who was still standing on the shore.

Shawu stood there, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her cheeks as red as a ripe shrimp.

She was wearing a white tank top and white shorts, the fabric thick and simple.

She hesitated for a while before speaking softly, "I...I'm coming right now..."

When she reached the foot of the mountain, Sha Wu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then bend over and dip your toes into the water.

"Well!"

The seawater was cool, and she shivered, but she still mustered her courage and went down.

The water was up to her legs, and she nervously hugged her shoulders.

Izumi Sagiri, without any lace trim, stood out among the three.

"call--!"

The sea breeze blows from the bay, brushing across the water.

The moonlight shattered into countless silver flakes between the waves, enveloping the entire lake in a soft halo.

"Hmm... everything is normal!"

Qingshan held the knife, his eyes fixed on his surroundings.

He would take action at the slightest sign of trouble.

Snow Mother gathered her wet, long hair to one shoulder, revealing her slender, fair neck and beautiful collarbone.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on Qingshan with a gentle question.

"Aoyama-kun, aren't you coming down?"

Qingshan stood on the shore, looking like a guard with a sword.

He shook his head: "You guys wash first, I'll wash later."

"That's such a pity."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around in the water, her red pupils gleaming warmly in the moonlight.

She reached up and tucked her wet hair behind her ear, a gesture that carried a languid charm.

"Such a beautiful moon, such beautiful water... and such wonderful people like us."

Upon hearing this, Yukino shrank further into the water.

She squatted in the water, only half of her face showing, her long black hair floating on the surface like a blooming ink flower.