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

She hugged her knees tightly, her body still trembling slightly.

The chill of the rain seeped into her skin, and even with a fire nearby, the coldness stubbornly lingered in her bones.

Aoyama noticed her movement.

Are you still cold?

“A little…” Sawu’s voice trembled slightly.

Aoyama thought for a moment, then moved closer and sat down next to her.

He turned his head to look at her: "If you don't mind...sitting a little closer?"

If she weren't afraid of scaring him, she could have easily gone into his arms.

After all, he had already adapted to these environments.

"..."

Sagiri's heart skipped a beat.

She looked up and met his eyes, which appeared exceptionally gentle in the firelight.

There was no other meaning behind it; it was just pure concern.

"Ah."

She was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and carefully moved closer to him.

Aoyama's arm naturally wrapped around her shoulder, letting her press against his side.

Aoyama tried to warm her with his body heat.

Sawu froze completely.

She could clearly feel the strength and warmth of his arms, as well as the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"Are you still cold?" he asked again.

Shawu shook her head, then nodded, unsure whether she was cold or not.

All she knew was that she was trembling all over, not from the cold, but for some other reason.

"Their physical condition is still too weak; we need to find a way to improve it."

Thinking of this, Aoyama looked down at Izumi Sagiri.

She was nestled in his arms, her long, silvery-white hair draped over his arms, damp and slightly cool with the scent of rain.

She had her head down, so her expression was obscured, but you could see that her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Looks like he's cold."

Aoyama picked up a piece of roasted jerky and handed it to her: "Eat something to replenish your energy."

Sagiri raised her head, her light blue pupils reflecting the flickering firelight.

She looked at the jerky he handed her, then at his face, and whispered, "Brother Qingshan hasn't eaten yet...you eat first."

“I baked two pieces, one for each of us.”

Aoyama stuffed the dried meat into her hand.

Shawu looked down at the slightly charred piece of jerky in her hand, the oil glistening on the surface, and the aroma was irresistible.

She took a small bite, and the salty and savory meat flavor melted on her tongue, bringing a warm sensation.

"It's delicious..." she whispered.

"Then eat more, there's more in the backpack if you don't have enough."

Aoyama picked up a piece of dried meat and took a bite, his gaze fixed on the rain curtain outside the cliff.

The rain showed no signs of stopping; in fact, it was pouring down harder and harder.

The rain lines formed a white curtain of water, submerging the scenery in the forest.

"Whoosh—!"

Shawu ate the dried meat in small bites, her body gradually warming up, but her heartbeat never calmed down.

Because.

Qingshan's arm was still on her shoulder, and his body heat was constantly flowing over her.

Sawu secretly raised her head and glanced at his profile.

Her gaze shifted slightly downwards.

Aoyama's clothes were soaked by the rain, clinging to his body and outlining his clearly defined muscles.

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"Ok?"

Qingshan looked down at her.

Sawu hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, "You...you must be feeling terrible too, right?"

Qingshan remained expressionless: "What's bothering you?"

Sawu's gaze drifted down to his lower body again, then quickly returned, her voice even softer:

"Well...you got caught in the rain too...you must be cold..."

Aoyama didn't reply, but simply said, "I'm fine, just make sure you're warm."

Sawu didn't press further, but she had already made up her mind about something.

She leaned back into his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the fire.

The sounds of rain, wind, and the crackling of burning firewood.

The sounds of their intertwined heartbeats were also mixed together.

After a while, Sawu suddenly spoke.

"Brother Qingshan..."

"Ok?"

Her voice carried a hint of barely concealed nervousness: "Do...do you think I'm weird?"

Aoyama paused for a moment, then said, "No."

Sagure didn't say anything more.

But she had already made up her mind.

She slowly sat up straight from his embrace and turned her head to look at him.

The firelight reflected in her azure pupils, making it look as if two tiny flames were dancing within them.

"Brother Qingshan".

"Ok?"

"I...I want to try it."

Aoyama looked at her in surprise, and their eyes met.

Sagiri looked very nervous; her fingers were even trembling slightly, but she didn't look away.

She said, "I don't want Brother Qingshan to suffer alone."

“You don’t have to go that far.” Aoyama’s voice softened, tinged with a hint of helplessness. “You really don’t have to force yourself.”

“I didn’t force myself.”

Sagiri shook her head firmly: "I...I'm serious."

She paused, as if trying to bolster her courage, her voice trembling slightly: "Because, I like Brother Qingshan..."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks were already flushed, and her ears and neck were tinged with crimson.

But she bravely met Aoyama's gaze.

Looking into her water-blue eyes that reflected the firelight, Qingshan was momentarily speechless.

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

"Sagiri..."

“I said… I didn’t force you.”

Her voice was unusually firm.

"Whether it's barbecue or anything else, as long as it's from Brother Qingshan... I can eat it all."

Izumi Sagiri's stubborn expression left Aoyama feeling helpless.

The sound of rain came from overhead, the fire crackled, and the aroma of roasting meat still lingered in the air.

"Sawu, how about we call it quits?" His voice was soft, but with a hint of concern.

Izumi Sagiri, biting her clothes and with her head down, remained silent.

Under the firelight.

Her face was flushed, and her light blue eyes were filled with a serious expression.

As his clothes fell down, Izumi Sagiri reached out her slightly trembling hands and gently grasped the edge of his clothes.

"S!"

Aoyama gasped.

"Brother Qingshan..."

Izumi Sagiri looked up, her voice trembling slightly: "You're always like this... always thinking of us... always putting yourself last..."

"But I hope you can also, occasionally, just think about yourself."

After she finished speaking, her gaze drifted to the grill next to the fire.

"The jerky is almost done baking..."

"Yes, it'll be ready soon," Aoyama replied.

Sawu lowered her head and stared curiously.

“Sagging…” Qingshan’s voice was a little hoarse than before.

But she didn't say anything; only the corners of her mouth subtly curved upwards.

...

The sound of rain outside gradually subsided.

A sliver of light peeked through the sky, as if the wind had torn a hole in the dark clouds.

Rainwater overflowed down the rock crevices and dripped at the foot of the green mountain.

The forest was filled with the fresh air after the rain, a wonderful blend of earthy and plant scents.

Aoyama frowned slightly as Izumi Sagiri leaned against him; he sensed Sagiri's tension.

Another Grand Slam.

Slightly tired, Izumi Sagiri said, "The rain... seems to be stopping soon."

Aoyama said, "Okay, we'll go back once the clothes are dry."

"it is good..."

Aoyama hadn't expected that Izumi Sagiri would be so decisive after making up her mind.

Moreover, even though it was only the first time, she was able to persist for so long.

This was something he hadn't expected.

“I know that Aoyama-nii has been restraining himself…” Izumi Sagiri placed a strand of silver-white hair behind her pink ear.

At this point, she muttered something under her breath, her voice muffled, sounding like both a complaint and a coquettish pout.

"Even if it's someone like Shiyu... I can accept it."

Her voice grew softer and softer, until the last few words were almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.