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

"Let's call it a day for tonight. It's getting late, we should go back and rest."

Well, he didn't want to rush back to connect with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The group walked back to the cabin along the same path they had come from, their shadows stretched long by the moonlight.

The slug's fluorescence twinkled like stars scattered on the ground in the puddles behind it.

Clearly, this creature is quite common and exists in great numbers.

"what!"

Back in the cabin, Sagiri yawned first.

I walked such a long way during the day and got caught in the rain afterward. Although I took a nap in the afternoon, I still haven't fully recovered my strength.

So now, she feels very tired.

"I'm going to sleep now..."

She rubbed her eyes and walked towards the bedside, but after taking two steps, she turned back and her gaze lingered on Qingshan for a moment.

"Goodnight, Brother Qingshan."

"Good night."

Aoyama nodded to her, watching her crawl under the thin blanket, her silvery-white hair spreading out on the bed, and she quickly fell asleep.

Yukino and Yuki-no-Mama also went into another room.

It's called a room, but it's actually two small cubicles separated by a few wooden planks. Light shines through the gaps between the planks, allowing you to vaguely see the outline of the other side.

Aoyama sat in the outer room and said softly, "Shiyu."

"Ok?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was leaning against the door frame, curiously observing Aoyama.

I wonder what ability Aoyama-kun has acquired.

Her gaze fell on him, her red pupils filled with boundless tenderness in the moonlight.

"Come over here for a moment."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow, as if she had noticed something, and slowly walked towards him.

"Aoyama-kun, what do you want to say?"

Aoyama didn't rush to answer, but simply turned his head to look at her.

Moonlight streamed through the window without paper panes and fell upon her.

The hem of her white shirt hung loosely, making Shan Lian appear even fuller, with her hips second only to Xue Mu's in fullness.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood in front of him, tilting her head slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and a hint of expectation.

I noticed how you looked just now.

"The look on your face... it's like you've discovered something good..."

Aoyama's lips curled up slightly: "You've observed very carefully."

"Of course."

She sat down beside him, her skirt billowing out, revealing glimpses of her black lace-trimmed pantyhose in the moonlight.

"As a creator, observing the micro-expressions of characters is a fundamental skill."

Qingshan looked at her and leaned forward slightly.

"Shiyu."

"Ok?"

"That thing is called the Life Slug, and its abilities... are not just limited to enhancing my own physique."

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked: "What do you mean?"

Aoyama briefly summarized the content on the virtual panel: "I can transmit life energy to you through a close connection..."

“…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression paused for a moment, and then a complex light shone in her red pupils.

You mean...

Aoyama said bluntly, "Yes, that's exactly what you think."

"However, you can become stronger."

"It strengthens the body, greatly enhances immunity, and provides natural resistance to parasites and bacteria."

“…”

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained silent for about three seconds.

Then she stood up, her gaze falling on Qingshan with an unusual seriousness.

"Aoyama-kun."

"Ok?"

"I'm so disappointed in you... Why didn't you say this sooner?"

Before Aoyama could answer, she impatiently reached out and gently pushed his chest.

It wasn't very forceful, but it carried an air of undeniable authority.

"Lie down!"

"Shiyu——"

I said lie down.

A hint of urgency flickered in Kasumigaoka Utaha's red eyes.

That was the desire to become stronger, the eagerness that finally saw hope after being suppressed for a long time.

Aoyama was pushed backward by her, and his back hit the edge of the straw mat.

"Look at you, always in such a hurry."

"Didn't you say I have a weak constitution?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked down at him, the moonlight casting a halo behind her.

"Now that I have the opportunity to become stronger, why should I endure it?"

Her voice lowered, tinged with a hint of slyness: "Besides... it's not like we haven't done it before."

As he spoke, the top button of his shirt opened by itself.

"..."

Aoyama looked into her bright red eyes and said nothing more.

"Then be careful yourself."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled slightly, her gaze carrying a calm and knowing air.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She bent over, her black hair slipping from her shoulders and brushing against Qingshan's chest.

She was more proactive than usual, with a kind of madness and relief that came from 'having waited a long time'.

"Shiyu."

"Don't talk, don't bother me..."

"Let me do it."

She spoke softly, her red pupils shimmering slightly in the moonlight.

The sea breeze blew in through the window, ruffling her long, loose hair.

The moonlight flowed between their overlapping shadows, like a silent song.

Her long legs, encased in black lace-trimmed pantyhose, gleamed warmly in the moonlight, their curves graceful and flowing.

Her thighs were round and full, and her calves were slender and straight; every line was just right.

The lace trim of her pantyhose peeked out from under her skirt, clinging to her fair skin and drawing all eyes.

Her slender waist possessed a supple yet powerful quality.

"call...."

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head, forehead to forehead: "Aoyama-kun, this life energy feels so warm, will I become stronger immediately?"

A warm current of life energy is slowly flowing in along the place where the two souls are connected.

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt as if she were in a warm spring bathed in moonlight, the warmth spreading from her heart to every part of her body.

Her skin flushed a light pink, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.

"Well...."

Her voice trembled slightly: "This feeling of becoming stronger is even more comfortable than I imagined..."

As Qingshan sensed the change in that life energy, a thought struck him.

The way this ability works is gentler than he imagined.

It won't cause her pain or discomfort; instead, it's like a warm spring bathed in moonlight, slowly seeping into every inch of her skin.

"Aoyama-kun."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice carried a hint of infatuation: "From now on... you have to transfer more life energy to me!"

"it is good."

The green hills responded, covering her soft, plump buttocks.

"..."

She stopped talking, simply burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

And a faint smile always lingered at the corners of her mouth.

In the next room, a faint light shone through the gaps in the wooden planks.

Snow Mother lay on her side on the straw mat, her eyes already closed, but a faint sound from next door made her open them again.

She turned over, her gaze falling on the sliver of light and shadow filtering through the gaps in the wooden planks.

"..."

A faint blush rose on Xuemu's cheeks.

She didn't get up, nor did she try to listen.

But in the quiet of the night, separated by a thin wooden board.

The soft voices and occasional laughter seemed to be whispering in her ear.

She sighed softly, turned over, and faced the wall on the other side.

But her heart was beating a little faster than usual.

"Aoyama-kun and Shiyu..."

She remembered what Qingshan had said during the day.

"Your wife will surely be a virtuous wife and loving mother in the future."

When she said those words, her heart skipped a beat, just like it does now.

What am I thinking...?

Snow Mother closed her eyes, trying to suppress those thoughts.

But the low sounds of laughter and conversation coming from next door served as a reminder to her.

The thin wooden plank between the man and her actually couldn't stop anything.

“…”

In another compartment, Yukino lay on her side on a straw mat, covering her head and face with a thin blanket.