Once my idol, Mei Washi, the senior from the art club. Her genius talent and mysterious aura... everything about her was cool, and I respected her greatly. Ten years have passed since graduation, and when I went to greet her, what I saw was a slovenly figure. Or perhaps this is just the natural state of a genius... As I entered her home, I found it cluttered with various items. At first glance, the space seemed to be ruled by chaos, but amidst the disorder, there was undoubtedly an atmosphere of creation. It seems my senior is still deeply immersed in the world of art... This is a record of my summer memories, where I was consumed by the rampant sexual desires and eros of a genius artist who bared his heated body in the sultry summer.
