After my husband died in an accident, the company we built together was facing a crisis of survival. Then his friend and president of the investing company, Mr. Morishita, appeared and offered to take over our debts in exchange for me. Before I could resist, he raped me in front of my husband's portrait. After that, every day Mr. Morishita would come, and these days felt like an endless nightmare, causing my heart to crumble. After enduring such days, on the forty-ninth day after his death, my body began to crave orgasm…
