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

Sawu chimed in quietly, "Shiyu is right... the scenery here is truly beautiful!"

Her gaze drifted unconsciously towards the direction of the green hills for a moment, then quickly returned to its original direction.

Moonlight fell on the wet, silvery-white ends of her hair, and water droplets slid down her strands, leaving tiny specks of light on her fair shoulders.

Xuemu chuckled softly as she looked at Shawu's shy expression.

She scooped up a handful of water and slowly poured it onto her arms, the water droplets sliding down her rounded shoulders.

"If Sawu is shy, she can squat down so that no one can see her."

Upon hearing this, Sagiri quickly squatted down a little.

But then I realized that with the water so clear and the moonlight so bright, I could see everything clearly.

Her face turned even redder, and she quickly shifted her gaze to the moon on the sea.

“This child.”

As Xue Mu watched her retreating figure, a wave of tenderness washed over her.

This child is always like this; he's incredibly shy, but he still manages to muster the courage to keep up with everyone else.

"However, with Aoyama-kun by my side, this sense of security is indeed relaxing."

She herself felt that after coming here, her whole body and mind felt much more relaxed.

Now I don't have to be on edge every day anymore.

"He definitely was watching..."

Yukino crouched quietly in the water, her hands wrapped around her knees, her gaze fixed on the shimmering spots on the water's surface.

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She knew she must look incredibly embarrassed.

Her face was flushed, and she didn't say a word, looking completely different from her classmates at Kasumigaoka.

"What will Aoyama think of me? Will he think I'm too shy?"

She shook her head, trying to shake the thought off.

What am I thinking? It's just that someone saw my underwear, it's not a big deal.

"I heard from Kasumigaoka that he brought all these lace trims back with him..."

The sea breeze swept across the water, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Yukino shrank her neck, but then heard Aoyama's voice coming from the shore: "Yukino, don't squat for too long, or you'll catch a cold."

She paused for a moment, then the temperature behind her ears rose a few degrees.

"I see..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stretched out in the water, lying on her back, letting her long hair spread out on the surface.

Moonlight shone on her fair skin, casting a silvery glow.

She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle buoyancy of the seawater supporting her body.

"Aoyama-kun, you're right, the moon is really big tonight."

"Ah."

"And the water temperature is very comfortable, much warmer than when I bathed in the stream before."

"Seawater is a bit warmer than stream water."

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head slightly, opening one eye a crack, a fleeting glint of cunning in her red eyes.

“Aoyama-kun, if you really think that way, then come down and give it a try.”

"Are you saying... you're afraid you won't be able to control yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Qingshan raised an eyebrow and replied without changing his expression, "I'm not a beast, how could I not control myself?"

"Tsk—!"

It's hard to say.

Kasumigaoka Utaha had already seen through everything.

Listening to their conversation, Xue's mother felt a subtle ripple in her heart.

.. ... ....

She lowered her head, scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her shoulders, letting the cool seawater slide down her skin.

"If he wants it... then give it to him."

In the past few days, she and Yukino seem to have become part of this base, not just ordinary members.

Rather, it exists as something more intimate.

This made her feel both relieved and uneasy.

After soaking in the water for a while, the mist gradually adapted to the water temperature.

She carefully loosened her arms from her shoulders and tried to take a couple of steps in the water, the ripples gently swaying around her waist.

"The water is so clear, you can see lots of small pebbles at the bottom."

The mist's voice was more natural than before, carrying a hint of curiosity and joy.

Yukino remained crouched, but raised her body slightly, with her shoulders above the water.

She turned her head to look at Sawu: "The sand over there is finer, and it feels soft when you step on it."

Sawu took a few steps in the direction she pointed, and her eyes lit up when her toes touched the soft sand.

"Really! It feels so good!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled back from her supine position, looked at Sagiri's happy expression, and smiled slightly.

"You're not nervous at all."

Upon hearing this, Sawu immediately shrank back, but the smile on her face did not completely disappear.

She whispered, "Because...everyone is here, so I feel at ease."

The sea breeze blew in again, bringing the coolness of the night.

The moon rose higher, and its light spilled across the entire bay, paving a silvery-white path across the sea.

"As expected, the madam is still older."

Qingshan looked at the figures in the water, his gaze sweeping over them calmly.

Sawu was looking down at the sand and stones at the bottom of the water, water droplets sliding down her hair.

She occasionally looked up, her gaze meeting Qingshan's, and then she immediately blushed and looked away.

"Well!"

Snow Mother stood a little distance away from him, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Her profile looked exceptionally soft in the moonlight, and water droplets slid down her shoulders and disappeared beneath the surface of the sea at her waist.

Seemingly sensing Aoyama's gaze, Yukimu turned her head slightly, and their eyes met.

She gave a gentle and composed smile.

Yukino slowly stood up, the lace trim faintly emerging from beneath the sea, reflected on her fair skin.

"Mother..."

"Hmm?" Snow Mother turned her head to look at her.

Xue Naidun paused for a moment and said, "It feels so good to soak in the seawater here."

Xue's mother's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and she sighed, "Yes, it's much more comfortable than the water in the bathtub at home."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice came through, tinged with a hint of languor: "Aoyama-kun... how long do you think we'll be staying here?"

"How long will it take to explore this deserted island completely?"

Aoyama thought of dinosaurs and some strange creatures.

He didn't know how big the island was either.

"What's on the other side of the sea? What's on the other side of the mountains? Who can say for sure?"

"It might take a lifetime."

Aoyama sighed.

"A lifetime..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha repeated the word, her tone carrying a thoughtful and distant quality.

She lowered her eyes, but a faint smile remained on her lips.

"Then let's explore slowly, there's no rush anyway."

Sagiri looked up and said softly, "A lifetime feels like a very long time."

However, if it were with Brother Aoyama...

The sea breeze blew in from the bay, bringing an even deeper coolness.

Chapter 72: Saeko Busujima: Defeat him...even kill him! [Image]

The situation was completely different under another night sky.

The northern part of the island.

Firelight shone from a building pieced together from wooden planks and old canvas, casting flickering shadows around it.

That was an outpost in the settlement.

It was called a sentry post, but it was really just a simple wooden hut with a fence made of wire and wooden stakes around it.

A lamp hung at the entrance of the wooden house, its wick burning inside a glass shade, its yellowish light illuminating a small open space in front of the door.

The two men leaned against the wooden pillar by the door, yawning listlessly.

One of them had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, the embers flickering in the night wind.

Another person held a wooden stick with one end sharpened, and was idly poking at the ground.

"Damn, the weather has changed again. It's starting to get cold now."

The man with the cigarette shrank his neck and pulled his collar up a little.

"It'll be time to change shifts in two days. I need to get a good night's sleep when I get back to base camp."

The other man scoffed: "Shift change? You wish."

"The boss said things are not peaceful outside lately, and the number of patrols is only increasing. You'll have to bear with it."

The man with the cigarette in his mouth exhaled a puff of smoke, which dispersed into a pale blue haze under the light of the oil lamp.

"Not peaceful? What's not peaceful about it?"

Upon hearing this, the man who had been poking at the ground stopped what he was doing and glanced at the dark woods.

"Tsk, you know what, two patrol teams didn't come back today..."

"……what?"

"Two groups, a total of six people, and none of them came back."

The man with the cigarette in his mouth froze for a moment, the sparks from the cigarette flickering uncertainly in the night wind.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice by half an octave: "Could it have gone all the way to the far north? Isn't there a shipwreck there? Perhaps..."

"Maybe my ass, that's a dangerous area."

Another man interrupted him, his tone carrying a subtle tension.

"I heard that many people who went to the shipwreck died there. The place is very eerie; it seems like something crawled out of the ship."

"...Don't scare me!"

Why would I scare you?

He raised his head, his gaze returning to the darkness of the woods: "Anyway, be alert while you're on duty tonight, and call for help if you hear anything unusual."