Remove the ring, pour condensed milk on it, and carve it in.

I thought I was an honest person. Having grown up watching my insincere parents, I had always lived with the intention of being sincere. And so, I met my husband, was blessed with a daughter, obtained the family I had yearned for in my childhood, and lived a plain but peaceful life. Around the time I had gotten used to returning to work and childcare had settled down a bit, I found myself absorbed in SNS, which I had started for some reason a few months prior. "Hiyohiyopiyoko-san," whom I had become close to on that SNS, tweeted rather unusual things—whether seriously or jokingly—about wanting to pour condensed milk on her body or lick it. I myself had no desire whatsoever to pour condensed milk on my body, but I loved condensed milk itself so much that I would drink it straight from the tube. Through our mutual love of condensed milk, we quickly became close friends. Chatting with Piyoko-san on SNS became a genuine daily pleasure for me. A close friend I had made for the first time in a long while as an adult. This relationship underwent a change when I saw a photo that Piyoko-san had posted on SNS. Her true identity was completely different from what I had imagined. It was Sezaki Momoka, the homeroom teacher at my daughter's daycare. And soon, a change would visit upon the relationship between her and me. This work is also posted on "pixiv."