On July 15th, my husband's older brother, Kenta, came to visit. He took over the family farm and lived in the countryside, and he might have harbored resentment toward my husband for living a city life. That night, my husband suddenly left on a business trip. Left completely alone with Kenta, I ended up being raped by him. I keep wondering how this could have happened. Kenta tried to take complete control over my body and mind until my husband returned. I desperately wished for this ordeal to end as soon as possible, enduring it with that single hope—yet my own body betrayed me, spiraling out of control...