On the day after my husband and writer, Kazuhiko's, seventh-day memorial service, I was raped by my editor-in-chief, Sanada. Since then, Sanada has been coming day and night to rape me in front of my husband's portrait. Then, on one day during the forty-ninth day memorial, ironically, my body reached its climax and lost all sense of guilt, unconsciously seeking pleasure. I have become a vulgar woman who reaches orgasm in front of Kazuhiko's portrait...
