“Kato-kun, do you know what’s inside this handbag?” Yukinoshita asked.
While they used a salvaged metal cup to boil their newly collected fresh water over the fire, she sat nearby, carefully sorting through the rest of the supplies Kato Jun had brought from the plane.
Having already praised him silently for his successful scavenging run, she curiously picked up the damp women’s handbag, noting that the metal zippers were already beginning to rust from the seawater.
“I haven’t opened it yet, but assuming it belonged to a flight attendant, there should be some useful daily necessities inside,” Kato Jun replied without looking up.
He was currently squatting on the ground, aggressively grinding the edge of the rectangular piece of scrap metal against a coarse beach stone.
The plastic knives they found were far too fragile for heavy-duty tasks; having a reliable metal blade was absolutely essential for things like cutting thick branches or processing food.
“The zipper is so stiff…” Yukinoshita muttered, struggling to yank the rusty metal teeth apart.
After a bit of effort, the bag finally popped open.
“There are so many things in here…” she noted, carefully pulling the items out one by one.
She found a small makeup mirror, a compact foundation, and a tube of lipstick—things that were essentially useless in a survival situation.
But then, her fingers brushed against something wrapped in foil.
“Kato-kun, look!
I found a bar of chocolate inside!” Yukinoshita happily held up the sweet treat.
The handbag was surprisingly waterproof; the interior showed no signs of water damage, and the chocolate bar was perfectly dry and retained its original shape.
“That’s fantastic!
We can save that as a high-calorie dessert after dinner tonight,” Kato Jun grinned, still vigorously grinding the scrap metal in his hands.
Although the metal sheet looked relatively thin, it was made of thick, durable aviation steel.
“Let me see what else is lingering at the bottom…” Yukinoshita murmured, safely setting the chocolate aside and turning the bag upside down to dump out the remaining contents.
“What’s this box?” she wondered aloud, curiously picking up a small, sealed cardboard package.
She opened the outer casing, but as she read the bold text printed on the inner foil wrappers—words like “Ultra-Thin,” “Ribbed,” and “Passionate”—her face instantly drained of color as she realized exactly what it was. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Kato-kun!
You brought this back on purpose, didn’t you?!” Yukinoshita demanded furiously.
Confirming that it was a large family-sized box of condoms, she marched over with a terrifyingly stern expression and slammed the box down on the rock right in front of him.
“Huh?
What is that?” Kato Jun paused his grinding, picking up the box with genuine confusion.
“Oh, sweet!
We have these!” Kato Jun’s eyes widened in delight.
Condoms were actually phenomenal survival tools; in a harsh wilderness environment, their versatility was unmatched.
“Yukinoshita-san, you’re an absolute lucky charm!
I can’t believe you managed to find a whole box of these in that bag!” he cheered, holding the box as if it were a chest of gold.
“Kato-kun…
if you attempt to use those and force yourself on me while we are trapped on this island, I might not be able to put up a successful physical resistance, but the moment we are rescued, I will absolutely see you rot in prison,” Yukinoshita stated in an ice-cold, trembling voice, staring at him as if he were the lowest scum on earth.
“Force myself on you?
Wait, what?” Kato Jun blinked, looking up at her.
Seeing the absolute contempt and hostility radiating from the girl’s eyes, it finally dawned on him how this situation looked.
This girl had a massive, horrifying misunderstanding of his intentions.
“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong, Yukinoshita-san, these things are—”
“If it’s not what I think it is, then what exactly were you planning to do with a box of prophylactics?” Yukinoshita cut him off, her gaze sharp enough to draw blood. This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
“Look, they are made of highly elastic, medical-grade latex,” Kato Jun explained frantically.
He ripped open a wrapper, pulled out a condom, and stretched it tight between his hands to demonstrate; despite being incredibly thin, the material didn’t snap.
“This kind of durable, waterproof rubber can be used for so many vital survival tasks!
We can use them to make slingshot bands for hunting birds, waterproof covers to protect our tinder, improvised tourniquets or bandages, solar stills for collecting morning dew, or even expanding water balloons to carry extra drinking water!”
Having listed so many legitimate, practical uses in one single breath, Kato Jun finally saw the hostility in Yukinoshita’s eyes begin to waver.
She realized that she might have severely jumped to conclusions and misjudged him.
“Are…
are they really that useful?” she asked, her tone softening with a hint of embarrassment.
“Of course!
In fact, I can prove it to you right now by making a slingshot,” Kato Jun said eagerly.
Using the partially sharpened piece of metal, he quickly hacked a sturdy, Y-shaped branch from a nearby shrub.
Stripping the bark away to create a smooth frame, he took two of the condoms, knotted them securely together to form a highly tensile band, and tied the ends to the prongs of the branch.
In less than five minutes, he had constructed a surprisingly robust, functional slingshot.
“Here, Yukinoshita-san, try testing the tension,” Kato Jun offered, proudly handing the finished weapon to the girl.
“Oh…
alright,” Yukinoshita replied, taking the makeshift slingshot with a blank, slightly awkward expression.
She examined the crude weapon from multiple angles, forcing herself to accept the undeniable reality that condoms actually made excellent elastic bands.
Still, there was something deeply surreal and embarrassing about holding a weapon crafted from prophylactic
TO BE CONTINUE