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It’s been a year since my father died. I’ve never been able to forgive him for not helping me in my time of need. I’ve made up my mind that one day I’ll do the thing he’d never forgive me for. And then, the perfect opportunity came my way. I raped my father’s wife, Yuka, in front of the Buddhist altar, right after the first anniversary memorial service.
