JUY-168 Raped in front of my husband's posthumous portrait, I reached a climax that drove me mad. Wakana Nao

I can no longer talk to or touch that person… After losing my husband in an accident, I was overwhelmed with grief, and a greater tragedy awaited me. The day after losing my husband, I was raped by Mr. Sudou, a friend who had taken care of my husband, without any means to resist. My husband's smiling face in the memorial photo couldn't save me. From that day on, I was repeatedly raped by Mr. Sudou every day. And then I found out that there is something that can erase my love for my husband and my sense of guilt…