My name is Miwa Kukuko.
I'm not a tricycle, and I'm not the vehicle's name. My name is Miwa Kukuko.
When I rode my tricycle through Yokohama one day, my ability went out of control, and a terrifying milky-sweet craze swept over the city.
A milky-sweet special type refers to people who give off a milky fragrance, act all saccharine, only know how to whimper and act cute, and cry at the drop of a hat.
Just imagine what all those big shots would be like with that personality.
Yeah, you can imagine what happened to me.
So, to stay alive, I pedaled like crazy, hoping to head to Kyoto and seek refuge with my cousin, who's a jujutsu sorcerer.
But when I passed through Tokyo, it happened all over again.
Me: I might as well start my life over.
I thought these victims would hunt me for the rest of my life, but things took a bizarre turn I couldn't make heads or tails of.
For some reason, all these handsome guys who'd suffered social death insisted they were my relatives. Their heads were full of memories that didn't exist, and they started fighting over who I would spend New Year's with. They nearly came to blows.
With question marks all over my head, I clung to Dazai, my strategist who was immune to my ability, and 5t5, in charge of planning our escape route, trembling as I rode my tricycle away in the confusion. But later, I realized that these two seemed to have the deepest-rooted false memories of all.
Content warnings
1. As the blurb says, the heroine has no CP. If you absolutely have to pair her with someone, it's probably the tricycle. (People are free to have whatever kinks they want.)
2. First-person narration, silly and absurd. Please don't take it seriously.
3. In this story, abilities, stone tablet powers, and cursed techniques all come from the same source.
4. The heroine likes to take risks for a chance at riches, but she won't die because she has powerful people backing her. Cherish your life; don't try this at home.
Theme: If false love is built on something real, then there's no need to doubt it: that makes it real love, too.
