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Molested Wife ~Yuuri~


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    • I've been married for several years to my beautiful childhood sweetheart wife.
      Anxious about not being able to spend time alone with her due to my busy schedule, I decide to transfer departments.
      My last assignment before the transfer is to solve a series of inexplicable sexual assault cases that have been occurring frequently on trains recently.
      To protect a bright future with my wife, I fulfill my duties as a police officer today as well.
      However, from that day on, my wife's behavior gradually begins to change...
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      Play time is approximately 30 minutes.
    • Our protagonist spends his days monotonously commuting between his workplace and home.
      Worn out by the hard work and with his judgement clouded,
      he ends up groping a girl who happens to be on the same train.
      Taking advantage of the fact that she doesn’t make a fuss or scream,
      he runs his fingers over her body the next day, and the day after that.
      It’s Friday.
      Having once again thoroughly enjoyed the girl’s body,
      he gets off the train with a refreshed look on his face, but…
    • “I’m going to sleep now.” “Please wake me up later, okay?”
      With those words, she closed her eyes. Before long, her soft, steady breathing filled the air. Her lush breasts gently rose and fell in a quiet, subtle rhythm.
      A peek of glossy, white thigh slipped from beneath her skirt. Her pink lips, parted just a fraction, gleamed with a seductive sheen.
      “Hey, a promise is a promise.”
      She did ask me to wake her up. There’s nothing wrong with me touching her.
      And so, I reached out my hand—ready to claim this woman’s body as my own.
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