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

Aoyama's breathing rate was indeed a little faster than usual.

The body also showed an incredibly firm response!

“…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha sensed it, and her whole body stiffened for a moment.

Although her forehead was still burning hot, her thoughts were muddled.

But they could clearly perceive that terrifying presence that was gradually becoming more and more ferocious.

She wasn't some clueless young girl; as an author who wrote romance novels, she was all too familiar with this kind of plot.

But while she was writing, she was sitting at her desk. At this moment, she was truly nestled in the arms of an eighteen-year-old boy, feeling the deepest, most intense throbbing of his body.

Her ears burned even more, and her breathing became erratic.

"Aoyama-kun, are you...?" Her voice was muffled by the wet fabric of her shirt, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

"Ah."

"...Then why didn't you push me away?"

"Because you have a cold, if you push me away you will catch a chill and the situation will get worse." Qingshan's voice remained calm, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a slight tension.

"...So you'd rather... suffer like this?"

"..."

Aoyama paused for two seconds, then said, "Kasumigaoka-kun, can you rest quietly now?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not say anything more.

She buried her face even deeper, her nose pressed against the gap between his ribs, her warm breath spraying onto his skin.

She could feel the frantic, powerful heartbeat in his chest.

She could also feel that it still hadn't subsided, but she chose to close her eyes.

"How could this be..."

...

The wind blew in from outside the stone eaves, and the fire flickered around the two of them.

Aoyama took several deep breaths, trying to shift his attention away from the soft, fragrant woman in his arms and look at the torrential rain outside.

The rain showed no signs of letting up, and the sky was gray and hazy, as if a huge wet cloth had blocked out all the light.

"Once the rain stops, I need to find some herbs to reduce the fever."

In such a primeval forest, there must be wild ginger or bupleurum and the like.

"If you don't have enough honeysuckle or dandelion, you might not be able to find any, as they are both commonly used herbs for clearing heat and detoxifying."

But what he was more worried about was what to do if he got sick.

In the wild, a person getting sick means a precipitous drop in their ability to survive.

He and Kasumigaoka Utaha are now interdependent; if either link breaks down, the entire survival chain will collapse.

"I need a stronger physique."

"What is urgently needed now is immunity, recovery, and disease resistance."

After all, his cheat code is 'you are what you eat'.

All you need to do is find a creature with strong vitality to eat.

The rainforest is full of insects.

Snakes, scorpions, centipedes, spiders... Although they sound disgusting, these things are considered to have certain medicinal value in traditional medicine.

As long as you find the right species, you can obtain the corresponding physical enhancement.

"Let's wait for the rain to stop."

Aoyama murmured to himself, turning his gaze away from the rain and looking down at Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was gradually calming down in his arms.

Her breathing became longer, and the white 'towel' on her forehead was half-dry from her body heat, radiating a layer of warm moisture.

She loosened her grip on the fabric at his waist, her fingers curling naturally and resting on his body. She looked like a cat nestled by the fireplace, slightly curled up and trembling.

Aoyama stretched out his fingers and readjusted the 'towel' that was about to slip off, the edge of the fabric gently brushing against her temples.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyelashes trembled, but she did not open her eyes.

After a while, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered a few indistinct syllables.

"Aoyama-kun...it's still cold~"

Qingshan added another thick piece of firewood to the fire, then tightened his arms, pulling her even closer into his embrace.

Even through the fabric of her school uniform, her body heat felt like a small flame pressed against him.

Qingshan said calmly, "Yes, I'm here."

"Waaaaah...."

Kasumigaoka Utaha mumbled something in a daze, then rubbed her forehead against his chest, finally calming down completely.

The rainwater outside dripped down the stone eaves, forming a curtain of water that separated the inside and outside of the shelter into two worlds.

Occasionally, small crackling sounds emanated from the fire, and the orange-red light reflected off the two figures.

Aoyama held the burning hot girl in his arms, listening to the rain and wind roaring overhead, his gaze piercing through the rain curtain to the distant, hazy sky.

He said in a low voice, "We have to find a way to let her live a good life too."

Chapter 10: Mr. Aoyama, your heart is beating so fast.

The rain didn't stop.

As evening approached, darkness fell completely, and the world outside the shelter turned into a gray-black mass, with only the sound of torrential rain and occasional rumbles of thunder.

Qingshan added several thick pieces of firewood to the fire, and the flames illuminated the entire shelter, dispelling the damp chill that intensified after nightfall.

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained nestled in his arms; her body temperature hadn't dropped much, but at least it hadn't risen any further.

Her breathing was more even than during the day, and she would occasionally nuzzle against his chest unconsciously, like a little animal.

"His condition has improved quite a bit."

Qingshan looked down at her.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow in the firelight, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was heavy and labored.

The white 'towel' on his forehead had dried from his body heat, so he took it off, soaked it in hot water again, and put it back on.

"Well....."

Kasumigaoka Utaha wrinkled her nose, seemingly disturbed from her sleep, and mumbled, "...Don't move..."

"I'll change it to a hot one for you."

"....Um."

She mumbled a response, then buried her face back down.

Aoyama pressed the freshly ironed cloth roll onto her forehead, his fingers accidentally touching her brow.

Her skin was still burning hot, but the temperature had noticeably subsided compared to the previous few hours.

Late at night.

The rain showed no signs of stopping. Kasumigaoka Utaha turned over in her sleep, changing from a position where she was leaning against Aoyama's chest to facing him directly, with her arms still wrapped around his waist and her face pressed against his collarbone.

Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, their high, compressed, and deformed softness transmitted through the two thin layers of fabric.

It rose and fell slightly with each of her breaths.

“…”

Aoyama froze for a moment.

He could feel her warm breath, which landed on his Adam's apple, carrying a slightly elevated body temperature and a hint of sweetness.

Her knees curled up and rested against the outside of his thighs, her school uniform skirt partially visible as she moved in her sleep.

"This...."

Qingshan took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the fire.

The body's reaction, [unintelligible]

The feeling of being enveloped in softness was so vivid; my clear reason and restless body were fighting each other.

Just then, Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes a crack.

Those red pupils flashed briefly in the firelight, then blurred and faded away again.

She tilted her head back slightly, gazing dazedly at the nearby green hills.

There was less than a fist's width between their faces, and she could see the slight tension in the corners of his mouth.

“Aoyama-kun…” Her voice was hoarse yet sweet and sticky.

"You're still awake...?"

"It's okay, I'll go to sleep later." Qingshan's voice was a few decibels lower.

"...Thank you for your hard work." Her lips moved, as if she wanted to smile, but she pulled her lips back halfway through the smile.

"I dreamt... I was in a really cold place, shivering... and then someone hugged me, and it felt so warm..."

"That person is me."

“…Yes, I know.” She blinked, her gaze sweeping over his face before settling on his eyes.

"Aoyama-kun, your heart is beating so fast."

“…”

“I’m right next to your chest, so I can hear you really clearly.” Kasumigaoka Utaha’s voice was still hoarse, but the lazy, playful tone had returned a bit. “Thump thump thump, faster than the rabbits I used to raise when I was little.”

"You're delirious from the fever."

"No." She shook her head, her hair brushing against his collarbone, bringing a soft, ticklish sensation.

"Although I was in pain, I was still conscious."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted down an inch.

Through the thin fabric of her school uniform, she could clearly feel the firm contours pressing against her lower abdomen.

"It's been almost completely gone since this afternoon, hasn't it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's ears turned bright red, but she didn't look away. Instead, she asked in a curious tone with a hint of inquiry:

"Aoyama-kun, aren't you tired?"

"What?" Aoyama frowned slightly.

"I mean... there."

"Aren't you tired of doing it like that all the time?"

Her gaze drifted downwards for a moment, then quickly returned.

Aoyama took a deep breath. If Kasumigaoka Utaha weren't currently ill, he would definitely have shown her what 'cruelty' meant!

"Kasumigaoka, your body temperature is very high right now."

Are you sure you're saying this while you're fully conscious?

"I am perfectly sober."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curved slightly. Although she had a fever, her expression still carried that unique, irresistible composure.

She even deliberately and very slightly rubbed forward, making the fit between them even tighter.

"..." Aoyama's breathing visibly paused for a moment.

The softness and subtle pressure through the two layers of clothing almost caused his rationality to snap.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha".