I never once occured to me that groping wasn't a good thing.
Being a holy monk, I always wandered from village to village, helping those in need, but also picking up a few beautiful women during the time I stayed in an inn.
Never once did they oppose to my gentle slaps or kind carresses, all they did was giggle.
Maybe it was my upbringing. Father always was womanizer, and since mother died giving birth to me, he always had at least four to five different women in the house everyday. So, I guess it's in my blood.
I had pretty much figured out that I wanted to be like father, until I met Sango. With the spirit, fire, and looks of a Goddess, I pursued her.
My perverted antics, once thought to be part of my charm, were no use on her.
Time and time again, I always winded up with painful bruises, throbbing red slap marks, or worse, I was unconcious. But it was rejection that made me purse her.
As our battles went on, Sango proved her usefulness, and I always found myself awed by her wonderful battle skills.
Four points for her, now. I know she has some hidden feelings for me, but I cannot ask her to be my wife, for if we do not defeat Naraku fast, I fear that I will leave her with many, many children, and no father to help.
So until then, I will keep my feelings away from her, not to say that my hands will follow the suit.
