???: Is this right, Michael-sensei?
A college student, completely nude and posing in the middle of a brightly lit art studio apartment, uncomfortably opening her legs.
Michael, an art professor at Sapporo University and an acclaimed artist, took advantage of some of his students who admired him and his work by using them as muses for new paintings.
With long blonde hair, an athletic yet lean build, and a foreigner from England no less, Michael seemed to be the full package of appeal to both gender demographics. It also helped that he held authority as a professor and worldwide acclaim.
Michael: Eh... a little to the left.
College Student: Sensei... it's been 3 hours already. Do I need to stay in this position any longer?
Michael: Are you questioning my decisions at this stage? Someone doesn't want a good recommendation.
College Student: N-No, I didn't mean it like that.
Michael: So, stay still and don't shake. You're already at two strikes.
With his canvas almost complete, Michael put a couple more dashes of color and curves to fully realize the sight in front of him.
*TRIP*
Because of the staleness of her legs, she succumbed and fell over, now panicking slightly.
College Student: I'm sorry, Sensei. I'll get back into posi-
Michael smiled.
Michael: I think we're done here. I appreciate your help, my muse.
College Student: I can finally cover myself-
Michael: Hm, there's no need. Clothes aren't necessary for what happens next.
College Student: Hm-
Turning the canvas, he was using over and showing it to his student, Michael couldn't help but express his passion for art. As soon as the poor girl's eyes met the gaze of the ominous figure drawn on her portrait, wrinkles started to form and constrict around her body.
This was soon followed by an agonizing pain perpetuated with dashes of color emerging across her naked body.
Michael: Ah...wonderful...innocent heart strings create the most beautiful of pieces.
She had no opportunity to even scream as her body slowly turned into a rubbery texture, eventually becoming a paste that covered the very same portrait.
A couple seconds later, the portrait changed appearance, now forming a peculiar sight.
Michael: Two insects, picking at the decaying remains of human thought... it really suits you. Innocence, stupidity, debauchery, and naivety... it all blends in beautifully. It was good to take my time with this one. It'll be perfect along with the others.
He calmly took the masterpiece in his hands and walked over to a storage room, supernaturally opening to a new realm altogether, encompassing a spherical domain of sorts. Littered across what appeared to be the inside of a museum, were dozens upon hundreds of his works.
Although, this work was even more special than a majority. By imbuing a human's entire being into his creation, and the dedication to which he completed said action, a binding vow of sorts was enacted unbeknownst even to Michael.
Normal pieces of art created through normal 'spectrums' or niche curses hovering between 4th to 1st grade. However, when a human is used as the basis for art, a greater expression surface. And therefore... the acclimation of special grade entities is feasible.
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