Sanctifying a Sex Maniac ( reflections on Miroku )

If there is something I detest about Miroku more than his unsatiable desire to sire a child in every girl he meets, it's his stupid, stupid hand.

Everytime I start to have second thoughts over my impression on this monk, his hand will wreck everything by automatically reaching for my..never mind.

When will that hand learn to embrace me instead? Sometimes when I see him hold a girl's hand while staring at her eyes deeply, I feel white-hot jealousy within me. Why couldn't he hold me that way too? What does those women have that I don't?

I guess I should just give up and accept the fact that Houshi-sama will never look at me as a woman romantically.

And my wistful thinking that someone least of all, me, can ever sanctify this sex maniac..it's like sweeping a 60-hectare sanitary landfill with a 3-inch broom.