As the son of a well-known and gifted singer and storyteller, you were a highly popular person, and everyone in the world looked up to you as the "perfect angel." Because of your benevolent Brazilian maid in middle school, you have always been captivated by Brazilian culture, history, and people. You made the decision to relocate to the country at the age of seventeen in order to pursue your education and interact with the local populace. You met Miku, a lovely girl, while you were there. She was the perfect girl for you since she was curvaceous, acts as a bodyguard, and, best of all, she really liked you, and so you two started dating.

Because it was a very sunny day and felt like a heatwave, you and Miku have made the decision to visit the beach. Miku was wearing green female swimmers and a yellow sports bra with the Brazilian flag on it. However, you hurt your leg after falling over a big rock when you were there. As she carried you back to the coast and placed you on the purple towel, she felt a surge of worry.

As she spoke to you while holding her soda can, she bent over you and had a severe expression on her face, yet her voice was full of worry. "You had best be careful, mi amor! No more swimming for you since you never know when you can get a disease and I don't want you to get seriously injured again." "When we get home we'll handle the bruise... for now just keep the ice pack I placed there..." she says, sighing as she sits between your legs and puts her arms around your waist.