Saemon's 49th Day Memorial Service
August 24, 1974.
He commanded me to write down what would happen today.
Before his death, my husband kept a journal of the management of the inn. When his work at the inn is finished and he has eaten dinner, he locks himself in the study and picks up his brush. He may have known that custom, which is why he had asked me to write down the real records in the same way.
A record of allowing him access to my body and was violently humiliated...... I didn't want to. But I couldn't resist. I cannot reveal his name or identity here.
Because he held my secret.
A huge mistake that no one should know about. A crime that ruined everything the Sakuradani family had built. An absolute taboo that my daughter, Hinami, should not know.
He threatened to reveal my secret to the world if I refused.
I had no choice but to follow his unreasonable orders. Once he found out my secret, I was bound to do whatever he told me.
Unable to seek help from the police or friends, I had no choice but to endure the humiliating torture that became more severe day by day. If that horrible secret is revealed, I will lose everything. However, if things continue like this, everything in the Sakuradani family will be usurped.
The current situation is the worst... I'm in a predicament. no one will help me.
I'm a mean woman. Even as I write in the study of the detached building, his seed is being poured into my womb.
His thick p*nis thrusting into my p*ssy pulsed powerfully, ejaculating a murky stream of pre-cum. He has more energy than any other man who has ever held me.
The thick seed stained me from the inside, and for some reason, my resisting legs opened up. The woman's nature made me lust. The lewd heat slowly spread through my lower abdomen, and my heart was thrown into disarray...
Breath overflowing from my flushed body. I was also breathing irregularly as he buried his face in my breasts. He stares at me as I writhe in agony trying to transcribe the sentence.
Our gazes met up close, and for a moment, I let my guard down... Taking advantage of that opening, he pushed his p*nis in, pried open my cervix, and penetrated the deepest part.
I couldn't hold back and climaxed loudly. He is grinning as he observes my orgasm.
Additional v*ginal ejaculation occurs and fresh semen overflows from the baby pot. The smell of s*x from our joints filled the study, as if he and I were having the mating act of a beast.
As we sit across from each other, I continue writing this journal. I embrace him naked as we face each other and overlap our genitals. I've never done anything so lewd before, not even with Saemon.
When I stopped the brush, he violently thrust up my womb. After I made a mistake, he mercilessly devoured my p*ssy. He was spitting out his seeds in an attempt to impregnate me.
He won't allow me to use contraceptives. I cry that I don't want to have children, and even when I beg desperately, he embraces me every day. When dawn breaks, my womb is filled with semen. The night of anguish continues...
He cums repeatedly, intending to make sure I get pregnant. I will be impregnated by the seed of a man I do not love.
I lost my husband and am now alone at home. My fragile heart is becoming apparent. I wonder how much easier it would be if I surrendered to the onslaught of this p*nis...... I feel like I'm going to lose my voice. However, the regret of my husband who was killed and his strong will to protect Sakuradani-kan support me now.
――He's making fun of my bravado.
Our sweaty skin rubs against each other, and we can feel each other's body heat and heartbeat. The other person is a terrible man who drove my husband to death. However, the lewd desire lurking in my body is about to overflow.
As I was adjusting my erratic breathing, he put his hands behind me and rubbed my buttocks, urging me to move my brush.
I will now confess what happened behind the scenes at the 49th memorial service for my husband, Saemon Sakuradani, who was murdered by him.
Just thinking about it is embarrassing. My face turns bright red with shame. I was taken after the fact, and I was shown my hideous appearance. I can see the color photos on the study table whether I like it or not.
He plans to slip this lewd photo into the journal. I want to burn it down. But he will never forgive me.
My merciless act of being tied up and hung. Immediately after ejaculation in the v*gina, the flash of the Polaroid camera was turned on and the lewd scene was recorded... Semen is dripping from my p*ssy. The marks and pain from being tied up and hung still remain in my limbs.
His dark s*xual desire was bottomless. Not satisfied with just my p*ssy, he plays with my filthy asshole. During the bondage, the rubber electric kokeshi inserted into my butthole repeatedly vibrated mercilessly in my intestines.
For the past month, I had been forced to undergo the practice of anal s*x. Starting with cleaning my intestines, I dug my fingers into my inexperienced asshole a little at a time, loosening the tightness of my sphincter with oil. And then, his thick p*nis pierced my anus.
I still vividly remember the intense pain, blood seeping out, and the heat of semen staining my intestines.
I'm not the proprietress of Sakuradani-kan, I'm his s*x slave. I am also made to work at the hot spring inn while having an electric kokeshi inserted into my anus... Every time I climaxed, my legs trembled and I desperately held back my moans. It was embarrassing to see my underwear getting wet with my love juices, as if I had peed myself.
Today, I took a day off for my husband's 49th memorial service, but I have been forced to deal with him all the time.
Even when I was dressed in jet-black mourning clothes and praying for my husband's soul, an electric kokeshi wriggled in my anus. I bit down on my handkerchief, pretending to cry, to suppress my lustful voice.
My love juices leaked out and my thighs were soaked.
He was amused by the way I wriggled my hips.
Once the chief priest and the mourners had left, he removed the waistband of my mourning clothes and pushed me down, despite my reluctance. In the Buddhist altar room, incense sticks were still lit, and I could smell the remaining incense and smoke.
In front of the Buddhist altar where my husband's portrait and memorial tablet were displayed, he inserted something into me as if to show off, and ejaculated while stealing my lips.
He ejaculated into my v*gina at least three times. I also climaxed about three times and was exhausted. The womb was filled with muddy semen. When the fever subsided and the frenzy subsided, I was terrified of pregnancy.
One day his seed will conceive an abomination in my womb. If that happens, how should I explain to my late husband and my friends...? The fate that will surely happen from now on is terrifying.
After running over me in mourning clothes, he brought out a piece of rough rope that had been left in the storeroom. He stabbed my nipples with a sewing needle as I was tied up in tortoiseshell binding and unable to move. I screamed out in excruciating pain.
He was deliciously licking the blood seeping from my nipples. Innocence like a baby. Even so, his sharp fangs reflect his brutal nature. It looked like a demon from the legends of Sengatake Village.
After enjoying the breast-sucking to the fullest, the hanging torture using the beams on the ceiling began.
He re-inserted the electric kokeshi that had slipped out into my asshole, and the p*nis was pushed into my unprotected v*gina, causing me to climax while squirting out the semen. My will to suppress my moans gave way, and I let out a vulgar sob.
The pain from the sting on my nipples was replaced by pleasurable stimulation, and at that moment, I was no different from a prostitute who was drunk with s*xual pleasure.
When I finally came to my senses in the evening, semen was dripping from my gaping v*gina. I don't know how many times he has ejaculated inside my v*gina.
During s*x, he asks me. Where is Oni Tengu Hot Spring? He must know the source of Sakuradani water... I have heard of an old myth passed down in Sengatake Village. But I don't know anything about the place.
My father, Yoshiharu Sakuradani, probably knew something. However, in his later years, Father left behind a wish to break away from the abominable customs of Sengatake Village. Perhaps it was a confession to Saemon, his adopted son-in-law.
I was not as pure a woman as people think. Is it God's punishment that I have been raped and defiled by a man of Hokuwakai......?
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[Introduction of characters]
▼ Yukiko Sakuradani
The young proprietress of Sakuradani-kan, a long-established hot spring inn.
She lost her husband and became a widow. She is raped by someone from Sengatake Village and she becomes pregnant.
▼ Saemon Sakuradani (deceased)
Yukiko's late husband. Burn to death in a fire. He has a severed relationship with Sousuke.
▼ Hinami Sakuradani
Yukiko and Saemon's only daughter. She left Sengatake Village and entered a girls' school in Tokyo. Until recently, she was studying abroad.
She reunites with her mother for the first time in two years and is told that she is pregnant.
▼ Sousuke Isaka
The prodigal son of the Isaka family, who monopolizes the position of village chief in Sengatake Village.
He was an old friend of Yukiko and Saemon, but they had a rift over a certain incident and their relationship became strained.
He takes out [Saemon's will] and claims that he got Yukiko pregnant.
▼ Koshiro Himura
A bank employee at Yamatoku Mujin Bank. An obese, ugly middle-aged man.
Although he is the exclusive representative of the Sakuradani family, he was despised by Saemon when he was alive.
He brings out [Yukiko's love letter] and claims that he got her pregnant.
▼ Motonobu Matsudaira
Self-proclaimed novelist. A guest staying at Sakuradani-kan for a long time.
He claims that Yukiko approached him and they had a physical relationship.
▼ Misaki Reiko
A female doctor who works at a clinic in Sengatake Village. She diagnoses that Yukiko is pregnant.
▼ Ran
An apprentice who works at Sakuradani-kan. She is a twelve-year-old girl, but she does not go to school.
▼ Yoshiharu Sakuradani (deceased)
Yukiko's father. He doted on his granddaughter, Hinami. He trusted Koshiro and valued him.
He and the Isaka family are bitter enemies. He opposed the plan of a ski resort.
▼ Taisuke Isaka
The village chief of Sengatake Village. His son is Sousuke.
He has been at odds with the Sakuradani family for several decades over a plan to build a ski resort.
He has a grudge against the Sakuradani family, the large landowners who are hindering the development of the village.
▼ Ayumu Higashiyama
A police officer stationed in Sengatake Village. He is a beautiful young man with fair skin and an androgynous face.
Although he keeps his distance from the people in the village, he is liked by Ran.
▼ Adashino (deceased)
Former police officer. He was familiar with Sengatake Village, but committed suicide with a pistol two years ago.
There is a rumor that he was guiding the Hokuwakai.
[Records of Sengatake Village]
▽ 1966
Winter: Grandfather Yoshiharu Sakuradani dies of illness
▽ 1974
One day in April: Hinami enters a girls' school in Tokyo and leaves Sengatake Village.
July 7th: Saemon was burned to death in a fire.
July 8th: Adashino's corpse is found at the police post.
August 24th: Saemon's 49th memorial service, rape photo taken of Yukiko
Late August: Yukiko's emotions become disturbed and she begins to kick out the old employees.
▽ 1975
A certain day in July: Sousuke returns to Sengatake Village.
A certain day in September: Yukiko becomes pregnant by the rape demon's seed (♥︎)
September 25th: Yukiko and Koshiro's marriage registration is submitted(?)
▽ 1976
February 24th: Hinami returns home and is told that her mother, Yukiko, is pregnant.
February 25th: Influential people from Sengatake Village gather for discussion.
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