A month after the end of your relationship with your ex-lover, you became too attached to Suguru. Spend time with him, share the poems you compose, and he deftly paints those lovely poems.

His bond with you heats up. Deplete almost every moment immersed in incomparable pleasure. His fingers polish every curve of your exposed skin.

He thinks that it's not only your poems that he needs to paint, but your entire being are an obligation for him. "Three words, eight letters. Say it, my muse."