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

"Tsk."

Seeing her reaction, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned down slightly and whispered something in Sagori's ear.

Sagiri's pupils contracted sharply, and then her entire face turned bright red at a visible speed.

Her cheeks turned red all the way down to her neck, like a shrimp that had been roasted.

"Shi...Sister Shiyu!"

"What...what are you saying?!"

She took a step back in a panic, covering her burning cheeks with her hands.

Kasumigaoka Utaha straightened up, crossed her arms over her chest, and smiled.

"I didn't say anything, I just told you a method."

"Besides, didn't you already try it during the day?"

"That...that's different!"

The mist's sound had almost turned into a mosquito's hum, and its light blue pupils darted around, daring not to land on Shiyu.

"What is that?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head, deliberately drawing out the last syllable: "Did you take the initiative? Or did he?"

"Sister Shiyu!!!"

Shawu covered her face, turned and ran, her long silver-white hair drawing an arc in the morning breeze. Like a frightened little rabbit, she rushed into the wooden house, followed by a loud "bang" as the door slammed shut.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood there, watching the direction she had disappeared in, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"...This child is really cute."

As expected, Sagiri is still too shy.

She had originally planned to join forces with Sagiri to extract more life energy from Aoyama.

It seems unlikely that it will work now.

Qingshan shook his head, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Shiyu, stop teasing her."

“I wasn’t teasing her.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around, walked up to him with unhurried steps, and tilted her head slightly.

"I was just telling her the real way."

"Just squeeze harder..."

"Stop!"

He interrupted her in time.

Even the filthy demon king, Aoyama, found these blunt words hard to bear.

"Being outspoken is not like that!"

Sigh, could it really be my own problem?

"..."

Snow Mother was preparing breakfast at the stove, but her movements were noticeably slower than usual, and she seemed somewhat distracted.

Yukino walked to the beach, her face calm, as if she hadn't heard anything at all.

Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue and didn't continue the conversation.

It's a shame she called for her dad last night.

She reached out and pinched Qingshan's arm, much harder than usual.

"Your ability is really amazing."

Aoyama looked at her and asked, "I know, how does it feel?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha thought for a moment, then moved her shoulders as if to feel the changes in her body.

"I've become stronger, my skin is better, and my breathing is easier than before..."

As she spoke, she looked down at the back of her hand. Her fair skin glowed with a warm luster in the morning light, and it was much more delicate than yesterday.

"However, there is a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"hunger."

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her head, a hint of seriousness in her red eyes: "I felt fine after we finished last night, but when I woke up this morning, I was incredibly hungry."

"I'm even hungrier after moving those logs."

Aoyama nodded, as if he had expected it: "After your physique is strengthened, your body's metabolism will also speed up, and you will naturally consume more energy."

"Therefore, the amount of food that needs to be supplemented will also increase accordingly."

After all, he eats quite a lot of meat every day.

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes slightly: "So, does that mean my appetite will be much larger than before?"

"almost."

"If we continue to transmit life energy to you in the future, your physique will continue to improve, and you will need to replenish it even more."

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained silent for a moment, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

"That's a sweet trouble."

I used to think that if I ate too much meat, my thighs would get even fatter.

Now we don't need to worry anymore.

Moreover, you can also play some challenging games with Aoyama-kun.

Aoyama solemnly corrected her: "That's not a sweet burden, it's a process of exploring the origin of life."

"what?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment, then realized what he was talking about, gave a soft hum, and turned to walk towards the stove.

"Grumpy."

Snow Mother was busy at the stove when she heard footsteps and looked up at her.

"Shiyu, are you hungry? Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam."

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat down on a wooden post by the stove, her legs crossed, the edge of her black lace-trimmed pantyhose peeking out from under her skirt.

Her posture was rather casual, but the aura she exuded was subtly different from yesterday.

That feeling is hard to describe.

It was as if something inside her had been awakened, elevating her overall state to a higher level.

Xuemu placed a steaming bowl of wild vegetable and meat soup in front of her, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

"Shiyu, your skin looks so soft today."

"Really?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha took the bowl, touched her cheek with her fingertips, and smiled slightly.

"Ah."

Yuki-mama nodded, then ladled out another bowl of meat soup and handed it to Yukino who came in.

"Yukino, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Mother."

Yukino took the bowl, lowered her head and took a sip, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Kasumigaoka Utaha.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Sawu came out of the wooden house and took the meat soup that Xuemu handed her.

"Thank you, Madam."

Seeing that her face was still flushed, Xue's mother smiled slightly.

She sat next to Kasumigaoka Utaha, sipping her meat soup.

She would steal glances at Qingshan from time to time, and quickly look away when she was discovered.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took in all of this with a thoughtful smile.

She didn't tease Shawu any further, but instead drank several bowls of meat soup and ate a lot of roasted meat.

After eating and drinking her fill, she stood up and stretched her wrists.

"I feel so full of energy after eating!"

As she spoke, she walked to the tree stump where Qingshan had been chopping firewood, bent down, and picked up the fire axe.

She weighed the axe in her hand, then casually chopped open a log lying beside her.

"Snap—!"

The log split in two with a crisp, clean snap, without the slightest hesitation.

"..."

Sawu stared wide-eyed at the piece of firewood that had been split in two.

"Sister Shiyu...you're really amazing now!"

The misty voice carried an undisguised envy.

Kasumigaoka Utaha put down the axe, turned around, and gave her a meaningful look.

You can do it too.

“…”

Shawu's fingers caught on the hem of her clothes again, and her ears turned pink.

She didn't speak, but the light of longing grew brighter and brighter in those two azure lakes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't continue the topic, but instead tested her power again.

Xuemu served the meat soup to Qingshan, then took a bowl for herself and sat down on the stone slab by the stove.

The sun gradually rose higher, warming the entire bay.

The sounds of waves, birdsong, and the rustling of the wind through the treetops mingled together.

"call--!"

Snow Mother took a sip of the meat soup and looked out at the distant sea.

Her feelings at this moment seemed far more complex than her outwardly calm demeanor.

The sounds from next door last night are still lingering in my ears.

She initially felt awkward, but now, witnessing Kasumigaoka Utaha's transformation, that awkwardness has turned into an indescribable emotion.

"You can become stronger, you can have a better physique..."

"Through close connections..."

She looked toward the source of it all.

Aoyama was sitting on a rock opposite the stove, drinking soup with his head down, his handsome face calm and focused.

Snow Mother lowered her eyelids and gently stroked the rim of the bowl with her fingers.

She remembered many things.

Aoyama has always taken care of her and Yukino.

He carried her through the muddy rainforest, built a wooden hut, searched for food, and protected them from all kinds of dangers.

He never complained, nor did he ever ask for anything in return.