My once-admired senior in the art club, Washio Mei. Her genius-like talent and mysterious aura—everything about her was so cool; I respected her. Ten years later, I visited her and found her fallen into this state. No, perhaps this is the demeanor of a genius… Upon entering her home, I found things scattered haphazardly. At first glance, the space seemed to be ruled by disorder, but amidst the chaos, I was certain it was an atmosphere of creation. Indeed, my senior still seemed immersed in the world of art… This is a record of a sweltering summer, the genius artist displaying her fiery body, and me indulging in her sensuality—this is my summer memory.