Mei Washio, a senior in the art club whom I once admired. With her genius talent and mysterious aura...everything about her was cool, and I respected her. Ten years after graduation, when I went to say goodbye, I found her in a sloppy, fallen state. No, maybe this is also the appearance of a genius... When I went to her house, things were placed in a messy way. At first glance, the space seems to be dominated by disorder, but there is no doubt that an air of creativity is floating among the cluttered chaos. It seems that she is still immersed in the world of art... This is a record of my summer memories, when I was consumed by the eroticism of the genius artist who exposed his heated body in a humid summer and his runaway sexual desire.